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Why am I seeing so many people complaining about smut writers/fanfic writers who write mostly/only smut, on tumblr of all places??? Like??? I’m not sorry, but as a fanfic writer myself, someone who’s not getting paid to write and is literally doing it for myself because I like writing what I want to write, if you’re gonna complain about what other people are writing then literally go write it yourself. You’re fully capable of sitting down at your computer and churning out the writing you want to see more of. I encourage that kind of creativity! Instead of complaining and spreading negativity, go make the content you’re looking for!

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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That's sooo cute 😭💜

Many many Gimlis :P

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Gonna try my luck on tumblr again with cod fanart? I feel like nobody who follows me on my other platforms cares for my interest in cod so maybe I'll get new people here? Hello? Pls

This is all I've got so far cause I have no push to draw more fanart when nobody cares about it haha

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Kakuzu, traditional art

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After a mission, you sit with the guys. They are still shocked by the fact that you managed to haul an unconscious Ghost onto your back and got yourselves out of the building before it collapsed.

Soap just stares, trying to figure out where the hell you are hiding the strength to lift a man like Ghost; all muscle and gear.

Gaz shakes his head. “It’s the adrenaline. Mothers lift cars to save their babies.”

You glance at your LT. His eyes say it all, but you say it anyway, grinning too.

“YOU ARE MY BABY”

Price is just tired.

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La la la proper name, placement 🥰💕💓✨️

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That's so cuteee 🥺💞

Ghost has been gone for months...

Six months, to be exact.

When he finally gets home it's late at night, well over midnight. All the lights are off, no sound coming from anywhere.

He wonders if you've started moving on. Wonders if your feelings have started fading.

He slips his shoes off and makes his way into your shared bedroom. You're sound asleep in your bed, on his side even though his scent has long since left those sheets.

He undresses and slides in beside you, gentle not to wake you. His head hits the pillow and he sighs as your familiar scent enters his nostrils.

He drapes an arm around you and freezes when his hand lands on your belly.

Your very swollen belly. And he feels a kick right back against his palm.

"Welcome home, Si."

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Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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Right after some feral mind blowing fuck sessions Eddie would collapse on you panting and say, “marry me.” And completely mean it. And you would giggle and say not yet. And tell him that you were too young. And then he would say, “that’s not a no.” So from then on he would introduce you as his “pre-fiancé” to both new people and to your shared friends. And it only takes you a few weeks to call him the same

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"Something on your mind, Daryl?" you asked gently.

He was sitting beside you on the couch, a stack of bolts in front of him that all needed new fletching, but he was still as stone. He seemed to be in deep thought about something. He looked up at the sound of your voice and met your questioning gaze. "Huh? Oh. Nah, I was just thinkin'—um... ya remember when the basement flooded after that storm and my shit was all soakin' wet down there?"

You marked the page in your book and closed it. "Mhm... And I wouldn't let you sleep on the couch and insisted you take the other side of my bed?" you said, with a soft smile.

"Mhm," Daryl hummed, ducking his head to stare down at his hands. "Yeah."

"What about it?" you asked.

"I was just thinkin'—I think tha's the last night of good sleep I had," he admitted, feeling his face flushing. He kept his eyes downturned in hopes you wouldn't notice.

"Daryl, that was months ago," you said.

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Yeah. I—I think I just sleep better in yer bed... ya know, with—with ya there," he admitted, his stomach churning with nerves.

"Oh," you said. "Is is about my bed or—or about me?" you asked nervously. Daryl hummed an indistinguishable response. You discarded your book on the side table and surprised him by reaching over and taking his hand. You climbed to your feet and gave him an expectant look, lacing your fingers with his and tugging gently.

"What are ya doin'?"

"We're going upstairs to my room right now to take a nap. I can't believe you're just admitting this to me now. We could have both been sleeping better this whole time!" you replied, smiling at him.

"Huh?"

"Daryl, I always sleep better beside you."

Prompt: "I sleep better in your bed."

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Can't You See The Connection?

Notes: Just a cute intrusive thought I decided to write, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: SFW!! Thanos x GN!Reader; Reader is not Asian, but country of origin not specified! ; No use of "Y/n" ; Reader paints nails ; Soft ; Cute ; Violence mentioned in the series.

You were still having to absorb your current situation. Stuck in a place you have no idea where it is, having to play children's games to survive, surrounded by people you've never seen in your life… all because of a debt. What a load of shit.

For your own benefit, you've always been more of an observer than a talker. So you managed to read some of the players just by watching what they did. Without having to talk to anyone, you discovered that player 333 almost got punched for manipulating his followers into investing in cryptocurrencies (which led to them losing everything); player 456 had played the games before and won; player 230 was a rapper and players 149 and 007 were mother and son.

It wasn't much, but it was something to know who to avoid and who could be useful.

After the first game, the dormitory no longer seemed so full. Not just because of the people who died, but because most of the players were still in shock, the only ones who spoke were those gathered in small groups. You were sitting on your bunk, minding your own business and totally ignoring the brief glances that landed on you.

As a foreigner, you were more than used to your simply different appearance attracting attention. The problem was when they made hostile comments, but as long as they weren't directly said to you, you could ignore them. These damn games were just beginning, it wasn't a good time to get into trouble and be tarnished in the eyes of others if you needed a group in the future.

Because you were ignoring all the stares, you didn't even notice the one that was most persistent on you. Since the end of the first game, Thanos hasn't been able to take his eyes off you. Not only because your appearance stood out, but because when the game was over and everyone was pale with horror after seeing people die because of a stupid game, you were standing just catching your breath. Not seeming at all affected by what just happened, by what you just saw. And that made him curious even though he was a little high at the moment.

Thanos was sitting with player 124, Nam-Gyu. His eyes still on you with curiosity. He analyzed every detail of you that was different from what he was used to. The shape of your eyes, the tone of your skin, the curve of your nose, the shape of your lips… everything was captivating to him.

But something caught his attention as soon as his eyes noticed it. It made him jump as he stood up and walked over to you without even responding to Nam-Gyu's call. You insisted on keeping your gaze down even when he stopped next to your bunk, thinking that it could be some random player wanting to get into trouble for some reason, wanting to avoid that for at least one more day.

- Hey, your nails! They're just like mine.

The soft but excited voice said and then the man stretched his hand in front of your eyes so you could see. In fact, the man painted each nail a color just like you, even if it wasn't the same colors as yours. When you looked up to see who it was, you were met with the smug smile of Thanos, who was waiting for your answer. You really thought about giving a short and cold answer to cut him off and thus get him away from you. He was very noisy and had already started a fight early on, he was the type of player you should avoid. But honestly? He was the only one so far who didn't look at you as if you were an alien, so at the last second you decided to give him a brief smile before answering:

- It's true. Are you copying me by chance?

You said with sarcasm and a slightly friendly tone. And God… it was just a half smile, but Thanos was sure his heart wasn't beating faster because of the drug. He smiled wider as he absorbed the sarcasm and withdrew his hand, putting both in his pockets.

- More likely the opposite. There's no need to be embarrassed if you're a fan of mine.

- Fan of yours? - You raised an eyebrow - Why would I be a fan of yours? I don't even know you.

- Don't know me? I am the legendary rapper Thanos! Come on, you must have heard me somewhere.

- No, no idea.

If Thanos was upset that you didn't know him, he hid it well by just shaking his head, still smiling and letting out a sigh.

- Guess I should introduce myself then, huh?

And without waiting for your answer, Thanos began to improvise a rap introducing himself and talking about how great he was. In a kind of pathetic way, on purpose to make you laugh. He would soon discover that he was becoming addicted to your smile as if it were a new kind of drug, even if you hated yourself a little every time it happened. But you couldn't help it, his rap was so cocky and pathetic that, for a brief moment, you forgot that you were trapped in this place at the risk of your life. You relaxed and just laughed, feeling the brief lightness that the sensation brought.

When he finished, you said your name accompanied by "I'm just…" in front to contradict the cocky way he introduced himself. Thanos smiled and said it was a pleasure to meet you, repeating the "just" in front when saying your name.

He extended his right hand to greet you, you looked at the gesture for a second before shaking his hand with yours. Your colorful nails matched in a way and he liked that, it was as if there was already a kind of bond between you, something that connected you.

- Come to my group. Nam-Gyu is a bit annoying sometimes, but you can tell him to shut up if you want.

You found it funny how he said the phrase in the most banal tone possible, as if he were referring to some kind of pet and not another player, but you accepted the offer and went with him to the other side of the dormitory where the boy was waiting for Thanos in the same place he left him.

As the drug wore off, Thanos noticed more how much he liked your accent, your smile, your voice, the way you sometimes gestured with your hands… it was as if it was simply difficult not to look at you.

And in that moment of sobriety he knew he would do everything he could to make sure you survived the games with him.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

Masterlist;

Drabbles Game

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Happy Birthday Professor Snape!

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Merry Christmas, everyone! 🫶

Akatsuki's Christmas Gifts

Summary: You’re hooking up with one of the Akatsuki members and finally Christmas has arrived, will you get a present? What will it be?

Warnings: Mentions of sex but it’s SFW.

Pronouns: None.

Gender: Soft Headcanon.

Characters: Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Kakuzu; Hidan; Zetsu; Tobi/Obito; Pein and Konan (aren’t my autorship).

Anime: Naruto.

Continuar lendo

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Okay who cares if someone’s clingy???? They fucking love and adore you??? You don’t like being adored? Loser

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the first rule of writing is that there are no rules. the second rule is to save your work every 5 minutes because technology is a fickle god.

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It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.