#[i also see new followers and new mutuals around... 👀]

[coollyinterferes]

waking up to a bleeding nose and bleeding everywhere like it's some kind of horror film.... if horror films even existed in Victorian times that is...

"Fuckin' hell...."

[dear-bunnyboo]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 || 𝐌𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐋

here is my first fic for my baby Barzy! this fic is a little bit short but cute regardless. also a huge thank you to everyone who voted for the song Dress by Taylor Swift to inspire this fic, hope you enjoy!

oh, and before i forget— the other option was Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift anndddd i might make a fic about that as well so keep a look out (trevor maybe?) 👀

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mat Barzal x Best Friend!Reader

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You have been Mat’s best friend ever since you two were in middle school. What happens when he asks you to come and accompany him to the NHL Awards as his date?— a platonic date of course… right?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, cluelessness, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, mentions of past relationships, confessions, alcohol consumption, rumors, tension, fluff, new relationship, and more fluff.

𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

A light graze touched your skin— snapping you out of your thoughts as you watched the people around you socialize.

Looking down towards your hand that sat on top of your thigh, Mat’s pinky finger was hooked onto yours— something he does to comfort you, ever since you were two were young.

Your best friend Mat invited you as his plus one at this year’s NHL Awards. You have accompanied him before in these types of events as his plus one— his date according to his constant teasing, he claims he would never stopped calling you that cause he loves watching your face go read.

That is simply because you have been pining over Mat for years now and you know in every part of your being that you shouldn’t. He was your best friend— and you didn’t want to risk losing that.

It was a cliche, but everyone either wants you and Mat to get together or they already think that you are already secretly together— both your parents teasing you two for the longest time that you two were gonna get married.

The fans speculating and theorizing that you two have been hiding your relationship for a couple of years now— the cameras following both of your every move, waiting for a confirmation or the rumors going around that you are in an unrequited relationship with the hockey player— and in your mind could be plausible at the moment.

They got no idea about you and Mat’s feelings for each other and neither did you two.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from all this

You and Mat were surrounded by his teammates and their significant others— another reminder that you were nothing but Mat’s best friend as the WAGs continued to gush about your dress.

It was a satin royal blue halter neck dress that came down to your mid thigh, was beautifully paired by your favorite black stilettos that accentuated your legs even more.

The dress immediately reminded you of Mat the second you walked in the store— it was on the more pricey side but you couldn’t help but imagine the look on Mat’s face once he sees you in it which was proven worth it when he remained motionless with his mouth wide open, staring at you with awe when he picked you up.

You weren’t one for parties which is why you remained by Mat’s side during the after party. It was loud and chaotic as everyone celebrated the success of the award show— everyone around you were drinking and socializing with their peers— you on the other hand were on your third glass and you were pretty sure you were starting to see double.

You were a lightweight. You won’t deny it, in fact you really didn’t mind it— you weren’t a big fan of drinking and it gives you a reason to stop drinking and you may or may not love the attention Mat gives you when he takes cares of you.

“Y/N”

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Mat calls out, his arms circling around you as he watches you sway, clearly tipsy.

“Y/N, it’s late. We should head out.” Mat gathers you to his side as he helped you out of the establishment— the Canadian saying his goodbyes to his friends in the process as you waved at them enthusiastically.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He says once you both got in the car.

Luckily you weren’t any sort of crazy once your drunk— very well behaved if you may.

Mat had to drag you in your house, you surprisingly losing all mobility as you put all your wait on the Canadian who did not complain once which was one of the many things you loved about Mat— his willingness to take care of you wholeheartedly.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try

And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we're both drunk

A soft peck landed on your face making you snap out of your trance— looking around you found yourself in your bathroom, Mat was talking but you couldn’t really hear him or see him properly considering you were shitfaced— you just knew you were gonna hate yourself in the morning.

“Are you alright?” May questioned as he lifted you up on the counter of the sink, his body standing in between your parted legs as you tried your best to read his lips.

“I’m not drunk” you shook your head aggressively pouting at your best friend who was now laughing at you.

“That’s what drunk people say, Y/N.” He stated as a matter of fact as he rummaged through your cabinets— collecting all your skincare products into his massive hands before setting them down next to you on the sink counter.

“Yeah, but they didn’t tell you that, Barzy.”

“You are making no sense right now.” Mat muttered under his breath as he continued to remove your make up off your face, his concentrated face making you bubble up in laughter.

“You’re the cutest, Barzy baby.” You hummed before placing your head into his neck which you thought looked inviting.

“Well, you’re the prettiest, Y/N.” He sighed caressing your back as you remained cuddled up against his warm chest causing you to stifle our a yawn.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

Feeling more sluggish than before you let Mat carry you towards your room— you quietly watched him as he tucked you to bed, feeing your eyelids starting to get heavier each time you blinked.

“I have a secret to tell you but you can’t tell, okay?”

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My hands shake, I can't explain this

You continued to speak not even letting Mat reply in return, “I really really really like Mat. Not just like him, I love him— not as a friend though. Well, I do love him as a friend but I love him as more as well— and it really hurts me to know that he doesn’t feel the same way. I’m not just saying this cause I’m drunk— I really do love him, so much.”

Say my name and everything just stops

“Y/N”

Mat remained still on the same spot as he listened to you ramble— he slowly sat on your bed as he watched you pout at him.

“You can’t tell him— he won’t be my friend anymore if he finds out.”

“I bet he doesn’t want to be your best friend anymore.”

This made you pout even more— your eyes were sleepy but started to tear up at the statement.

“Why would you say that?” You say nearly crying over the thought of Mat not being your friend anymore.

I don't want you like a best friend

“What I meant was that if he found out he might not want to be your best friend anymore cause he wants to be more as well— I bet he wants you to, he loves you just as much, you just gotta tell him.” Mat smiles at you as you struggled to stay awake.

“You really think so?”

“I know so— so tell him, okay?” The Canadian pushes as he removed the hair from your face.

“I promise, Barzy.”

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[kamehamehamlet]

Revival Project Update: The 2024 transformation! 👀👀

Thanks again to everyone who has shown support since we announced the project less than a month ago. I'm so excited to share more details about our goals for this year! I previously mentioned that I'm working to make the script available this year, what I didn't mention is that I'm revising the script, and you will be able to experience KamehameHamlet with a special staged reading of this transformed play with the original KHH cast and director on board!

The reading will be streamed online and recorded for later viewing, and following the reading we will make the revised and original scripts available.

There is one more very meaningful and super radical detail you can see here!

Be sure you don't miss the details by signing up for email updates at KamehameHamlet.com and read on to learn more about the script and staged reading!

More about the script

Why are you rewriting the script?

I'll share another post this weekend breaking down the reasoning behind the rewrite. I'll link to that post here when it's up!

How will the scripts be published?

At the very least, both scripts will be available in digital form for anyone to read. However, I will also be looking into options for printing physical copies.

Will we be able to perform the script?

This is a goal of mine, so I'm looking into options that can support myself and Play-Dot while also making the play accessible to artists of all budgets.

Any way this new version will let me be pedantic to strangers online?

Yes! The original KamehameHamlet had the subtitle 'Good Night Saiyan Prince' the revised version uses the subtitle 'Waiting for Goku.'

More about the staged reading

What is a staged reading?

Staged readings can be pretty varied, but in general, it's a stripped-down production without costumes, lights, blocking, etc. Actors are familiar with the script and may have gone through some rehearsal, but aren't expected to memorize lines.

Why a staged reading and not a full production?

I answered this question yesterday which you can read here. In summary, a staged reading will be a much easier goal to accomplish with fewer risks involved.

What should we expect from a staged reading of KHH?

A lot of these details are still up in the air. Whether we gather the actors on zoom, or bring everyone together with a professional recording equipment, the goal is to make sure it's available for people to view online. To that end I'm looking into costs for a few different levels of quality, and following that we will look into options around funding.

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[vodika-vibes]

how about some more love for Bacara? I think he deserves some love…

I could see him in some enemies to lovers setting, where he and the reader kind of hate each other but also have massive crushes on each other and at one point are forced to admit it (maybe due to some jealousy 👀)

do you think that is doable?

I Won't Say I'm In Love

Summary: Bacara is your neighbor, and you hate him, really. That's okay, because the feeling is totally mutual. Only not so much.

Pairing: Commander Bacara x F!reader

Word Count: 1551

Warnings: Bacara is an asshole. But so is the reader. Spicy at the end.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I don't know if I would call this enemies to lovers so much as Two people who don't know how to communicate outside of being assholes to each other to lovers. But I hope you enjoy this!

Divider by Saradika

You’re glad the war is over. You are. No one will ever hear you say that you’re not thrilled that the war is over and that the Clones finally have all of the rights that they deserved as Republic citizens.

And you are thrilled about it. Ecstatic about it, even.

But Holy Hell, if Bacara doesn’t stop banging around his apartment at 3 AM, you’re going to end up in prison, because you’re going to kill him.

There’s a series of bangs against your wall, and you pull your pillow over your face. What’s he even doing over there? Building a whole new room?

Eventually you manage to fall asleep, but you spend every waking moment cursing Bacara.

And, when you leave your apartment the following morning, at the same time as Bacara, you shoot him a dirty look. “Have you considered,” You ask in your bitchiest tone, “Not banging on our shared wall at 3 in the morning.”

He glances at you, and then he smirks, “I considered it, and then I thought, ‘this is going to piss her off, so I definitely should do it’ and so I did.”

“You’re a prick.”

“Commander Prick, technically.” he drawls.

You roll your eyes and shove by him, bumping his shoulder with your own, as you head towards the lift. Bacara is hot on your heels, “I’m not a soldier, hotshot, I can call you whatever I want.” You jab the elevator call button, “You can take the stairs.”

“I could. But I’m not gonna.” Bacara steps into the lift as the doors open, and you scowl at him, but join him in the cramped space. Though you lean against the wall opposite of him, “Ooh, someone’s being especially bitchy this morning.”

“How is it that every time you open your mouth, my headache gets worse?”

He ignores your comment, “I know what the problem is-”

“Yeah, you keep me awake at all hours of the night.” You grumble.

“You need to get laid.”

Your jaw drops, and you feel your face burn with anger and embarrassment, “That is none of your business,” You snap, and then you turn and smack a button to get the elevator open on the next floor, “I’m going to take the stairs, jerk.”

He smirks at you obnoxiously, and you scoff as you step into the hallway and open the door for the stairs.

Needless to say, it’s not the best start of your day.

Luckily, the day does get better. One of your long term patients is able to go home, and you help a little boy take his first steps after getting prosthetics, and you’re almost able to forget Bacara’s insulting comment by the time lunch rolls around.

Almost.

And you’re beginning to think there’s something wrong with you, because Bacara’s a jerk. To everyone, but to you specifically, but you still have a massive crush on him. And it’s not even wholly physical, you could understand that. He is very attractive after all. No, you’re actually attracted to the fact that he’s able to trade barbs with you without getting tangled up in his own words.

Your day continues normally, and you’re almost in a good mood at the end of the work-day when you return home. And then you see a woman standing in front of Bacara’s door.

You shoot her a curious look as you step around her to get to your own apartment, but it’s really none of your concern what, or who, Bacara decides to do.

And then she speaks to you, “Excuse me,” She smiles nicely, “Do you know what time Bacara usually gets home?”

“Not really.” You reply as you key in your door code.

“Oh. It’s just that we have a date-”

You pause and your heart clenches with an emotion you know is jealousy. On one hand, you can tell her the truth, Bacara will probably be back within the hour. On the other hand, you can be a petty bitch sometimes. 

You already know what’s going to win out before you even open your mouth. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to not be so loud at 3 am?”

“I…sorry?”

“The banging. Of the headboard against the wall.” You clarify. It wasn’t, it never is. You’d feel guilty about this if Bacara was literally anyone else.

The woman blinks and then she looks furious, “That wasn’t me!”

“Oh…” You avert your gaze, “Never mind me, then. Enjoy your date.”

The woman huffs out an annoyed breath, “There isn't going to be a date. Thank you for telling me that.” She smiles, or grimaces, at you and then stalks away.

Your gaze drifts to the ceiling, do you feel guilty about that? Maybe a little. But only because you hurt that lady, not because of anything you might have done to Bacara.

A small grin plays on your lips as you step into your apartment. Bacara is going to be irate.

45 minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.

You walk over and press the button to open the door, and see Bacara glaring down at you, “You’re a bitch.”

“Doctor Bitch, technically.” You snark.

He glowers at you, “What, exactly, did you say to her to make her cancel our date?”

“I asked her to keep you from banging on the wall at 3 in the morning.” You reply as you lean against the door frame and fold your arms over your chest, “I may have implied that you had a guest.”

A muscle clenches in his jaw, “I think I might actually hate you.”

“Poor thing. You’ll get over it.”

“Over hating you?”

“Over getting ditched. Mm, maybe you should be nicer to me. And I’ll be less likely to lie about you.” You say with a lazy shrug.

He stares at you for a moment longer, “Fuck it,” He finally says.

And then his hand is on the back of your neck, and his lips crash against yours, and you stumble back into your apartment. He blindly hits the door control, allowing the door to slide shut behind him, and then he spins the both of you around and he presses you firmly against the door without breaking the heated kiss.

Your fingers scramble for purchase against the hard plates of his plastoid armor, and you don’t even consider trying to push him away. 

He breaks the kiss, almost panting for breath, and his lips move to your throat, where he roughly bites down, and a noise that’s half a moan and half a curse falls from your lips, pulling a dark laugh from him. 

“You taste like caf,” You accuse breathlessly, as one of your hands tangles in his curls. 

“Deal with it,” He grumbles against your throat, as he slots his knee between your legs, pinning you in place with his knee and his hips. 

You huff and tug on his hair, pulling a pleasure filled groan from his lips, “Fuck you.” You mumble.

“That’s the plan, princess.” He says as his lips move to your neck, where he bites down again, “Gonna cover you in my marks,” Bacara growls against your shoulder, “Gonna make you scream my name. Maybe then you’ll behave better.”

“If I behaved better,” You point out, “Then we wouldn’t be in this position.”

He glances up at you, and then his lips are on yours again, “Stop talking,” Bacara orders as he lifts you as though you weigh nothing, and you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, the plastoid plates of his armor bite into your skin in a way that makes you shiver.

“Are you going to take your armor off?”

“Eventually,” He replies against your lips, before catching them in another deep kiss.

You fist both of your hands in his hair and drag your nails against his scalp, something he seems to enjoy based on the way his hips jerk against yours. You make a mental note for later, and you pull back from the kiss just enough that you’re able to speak, “Take off your armor, hotshot.”

He groans, “Bossy.” He accuses, “Fuck, I hate you. I love you. Why are you so fucking confusing?”

You laugh against his lips, and then you kiss him deeply, your tongue teasingly tracing his lower lip. And then you pull away, “Bacara,” You coo his name and are rewarded with his pupils blowing wide with arousal, “Take off your armor.”

Bacara swallows hard, and his grip on your hips tightens, “Yes ma’am,” He breathes out. “Say my name again.”

You smile at him, and press a kiss just under his eye, “Bacara,” his name slips from your lips in a breathy whisper, and with each kiss, you repeat his name. Over, and over, and over-

And then he drops you on your bed, and you yelp in surprise.

Bacara keeps his gaze on you as he swiftly strips his armor off. The last piece of armor hits the floor in well under a minute, and then he’s back on top of you, pushing you down to the bed under you.

His hands are everywhere, but so are yours, and neither of you have any intention of stopping before you go too far. Everything else can be dealt with in the morning.

[jjkeverlast]

freaky deaky | pjm

the banner is made from my angel @armys-dna <3 thank u sm for making this omg it's so beautiful! go show her some love guys, she's so so talented!

a/n: inspiration and title taken from this song. 👀 seeing as i haven't published anything, i decided to upload this draft that's been sitting and waiting for wayyy too long! i hope you enjoy it <3

-> pairing switch!jimin x switch!reader

-> genre smut (filthy)

-> summary you've been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.

-> word count 3.0k

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, handcuffs, reader is lowkey a dom, reader is the biggest tease, oral (m. receiving), jimin being a little needy, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , reverse cowgirl.

Park Jimin. The guy who would come around, only on the weekends, and always in your bed. It was no secret the two of you were hooking up, all your mutual friends knew - and wouldn't stop bugging the both of you about it. They stopped eventually, seeing how it didn't affect either of you.

Having a friends with benefits meant to set rules, rules both partners could agree to. Jimin and you were quick to have three simple rules to your deal.

No fucking in the weekdays

No family members involved

No feelings

The rules were engraved in both of your brains, yet for some reason Jimin accidentally booty called you on a Wednesday. It was an accident, you kept telling yourself, not wanting to get caught up in the fact that Jimin thought of you, on a weekday. It was never brought up afterwards.

The thought never returned, and before you knew it Jimin was again, laying in your sheets, in between your legs.

Your friend Kate, who knew both you and Jimin, had herself a fuck buddy, talking on and on about how big his dick is, and how well his fingers feel inside of her. Most of the time, it was boring. Until now, when she called you to tell she did handcuff play with her fuck buddy, Jeon Jungkook - who also is a good friend of Jimin's, what are the odds?

Handcuff play. It was interesting, because you've never tried it, and of course something you've never tried in bed is tempting. Jimin was just like you, willing to try anything. So, you decided to buy the classic pink fuzzy handcuffs.

When the weekend came around, you of course messaged Jimin, being so eager to try your new set of handcuffs.

you heyyy, my place in 10? [11:33 PM]

jimin on my way;) [11:34 PM]

you good. i have a surprise for u;) [11:34 PM]

Not long after, a knock was heard on your door, Park Jimin standing outside, waiting patiently for you to open the door. You opened for him, Jimin wearing an all black outfit. He was surprised when he saw you, you were only wearing a thin robe in a light shade of pink, nothing underneath.

''Hi.'' You greeted casually, as if you haven't been the main reason behind Jimin's not-so-secret boner.

''Um- hi.'' He responded, still in shock over your current 'outfit'.

It's not like it was unusual for you to wear something rather easy to take off - but most night's with whom ended with Jimin, you were out with your friends first, which meant mostly you were wearing something suitable for a night out.

Now, was not the occasion for this. You had rather wanted to hang around at home and snuggle with your black cat Mambo, catching up on the newest season of Bridgerton. Eyeing the red box once in a while, contemplating on if you should send a text to Jimin later that evening, not wanting to come in between his plans. He usually would always go out with the guys, so you didn't want to bother him, until later when he's had his fair share of fun.

You didn't move aside for him to walk in, instead you strutted back slowly to your kitchen, having already poured some white wine in two glasses. Jimin had taken your lead, following you inside your apartment, taking off his cap, leather jacket and black boots.

''Drink?'' you asked casually, while holding up both glasses, the glass reaching towards Jimin. He nodded, accepting it, taking a light sip, before setting it back onto the counter. You took the whole time in the world with a simple sip from your glass of wine. Wanting nothing more than Jimin to become needy.

Finally, you settled down you glass, staying put - not daring to move. Jimin took it as a sign, walking closely over to you, now caging you in between his arms who rested onto the counter top. A grin forming itself onto his face, before he spoke, ''What's with the mystery?'' You weren't offended by it, though it did upset you in a way. You were trying to be sexy for once and here he was, thinking it's a mystery act. Just because you hadn't thrown yourself onto him the minute he arrived - as you usually do.

''Are you that needy Park?'' Your head tilting, while your fingers started caressing the nuke of his neck slowly. He didn't answer you, instead you caught his Adam's apple moving up and down - he was gulping out of nervousness. It felt somewhat good, knowing your words could affect Jimin and make him all shy.

''Maybe.'' He eventually said, re-gaining his confidence, which disappeared not long ago.

You chuckled, now gripping the ends of his hair, earning a sudden gasp from Jimin. ''Aren't you curious? About your surprise?'' You reminded him softly, about your texts from earlier, involving a surprise. He hummed a yes - now, taking him by the hand leading him towards the red package, awaiting the both of you on your dinner table.

''Open it.''

Jimin didn't hesitate, before unwrapping the tight black ribbon around the box. Succeeding, the package now opened, the pink fuzzy handcuffs on full display. Jimin's eyebrows grew closer, his lips tucked in-between his teeth.

''What do you say Park?''

He turned his head to you, eyes squinting a bit, still considering such an offer. It was a lot — in that sense that you and Jimin never really talked accessories and sex toys. 

''Did Kate put you up to this?'' Jimin let out, your grin slowly disappearing.

''How—'' you started off, but out of shock you cut yourself off with a cough. The sexy act had vanished and you suddenly felt too naked for your liking. The thin robe feels even thinner than before.

''Thank god for her big mouth.''

With that, Jimin walked towards you, his lips landing on yours almost in a hurry. The kiss was itself exceptional. It always felt good to kiss Jimin because he was so good at it, but your mind could not stop thinking about those handcuffs. You had to know.

''Mm— Jimin. You still haven't said yes or no.''

''I thought the kiss made the answer pretty clear.'' His lips tugged upwards in a smirk, one that sent a sudden heat between your legs.

You grinned at his answer, taking the handcuffs from your table and leading Jimin to your bedroom.

You knew Jimin probably had the idea that you were going to be cuffed to your headboard, but you had other ideas — ideas Jimin had never heard from you.

You had always felt a sudden need to dominate at times, it was within you. The sight of a man whining and begging for your touch and giving themselves completely to you and letting you tease them and edge them until they have to beg for you to let them finish, was always a fantasy. A fantasy you so desperately wanted to accomplish and seeing the handcuff possibility, now is the chance.

“Lay down.” You simply order and a confused expression grew on Jimin’s face not knowing where you’re going with this. But Jimin, of course, obeys and slowly lays in your bed, still fully clothed.

You walked closer, with the pink fuzzy handcuffs in your hand, unlocking them and locking them onto your headboard. Jimin turned his head seeing you secure the handcuffs yet not cuffing yourself with them.

“Aren’t we supposed to use them?” Jimin asks out of curiosity, not knowing your next move which was a bit thrilling for him and kept sending an unexpected rush to his cock,  hardening him more by the second. Who knew, you being all mysterious was so hot to him?

“We are.” You grin, not only out of nervousness but also anxiously, not knowing how to bring on the topic of you wanting to dominate just for a little while. Just to have a little taste test of seeing Jimin being all whiny and obedient for you.

You decide to straddle Jimin's lap and ask him nicely while slowly grinding onto him. Jimin lets out a small grunt, feeling your bare cunt on his pants, rocking your hips back and forth driving him mad. “Jimin? I was thinking—“ you start off, yet cut yourself off. The insecure part of you telling you that he won’t be down and your fantasy will never be accomplished.

“Yes baby?” His eyes are glowing in your dimmed bedroom looking at you as if he trusts you, which surely helps your doubts about asking him.

“Can I cuff you?” You look away as you ask not being able to see his expression.

The room grows silent. Your heart beats rapidly but it calms as Jimin's hand reaches your cheek, his fingers stroking it calmly, making you turn, meeting his eyes once again.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more freaky.” A smirk tugs on his lips and you can’t help but feel shocked.

“Wha—“ you can’t help but whisper, still having to process Jimin's awfully hot comment to your idea.

“Cuff me baby.” Jimin peppers you with small kisses on your neck, making you slightly moan from the contact. You nod, the both of you moving more towards the headboard and when you finally reach the handcuffs, Jimin willingly gives you his wrists, a small smile on his lips.

Seeing Jimin cuffed onto your headboard made your head spin. You couldn’t believe you’d have your fuck buddy laid out onto your sheets, cuffed to your headboard. You take in the sight, not being able to remove your gaze from him.

“You look so pretty. All cuffed up for me.”

Jimins mouth now agape at your comment, only making him harder and his cock desperately wanting to be set free which explains Jimin bucking his hips upwards, hitting your wet slit, making you gasp from his sudden movement.

You didn’t want to drag it out too long but still wanted to enjoy the possibility in front of you which is edging Jimin as much as possible.

You shift in your position now sitting in between his legs, moving your hands on his torso, rolling up his black t-shirt, your hands feeling his warm skin. Your hand reaches more upwards to his nipples, pinching them enough to earn a grunt from Jimin. His smirk never disappears, clearly enjoying seeing you toy a bit around with him and being able to explore his body much more than you've already done.

You move your upper body upwards, your tongue making contact to his torso, peppering him with small wet kisses, you tongue grazing flatly onto his nipple making him whine a bit and the sound sent a rush towards your already wet cunt, by hearing his angelic whining moan by your tongue on his nipple. You smile in satisfaction, kissing more and more lowly until you reach his waistband. Looking up Jimin smiling slightly at you, his head leaning a tad bit on the headboard so he can watch how you pleasure him.

You don’t waste another second, removing his pants and underwear all together. His cock is already so hard and ready to be touched. The tip glistened with pre-cum. You grab onto the base spitting onto the tip and your hand pumping him slowly, the spit spreading all over. Your hand starts quickening the pace, Jimins moans filling the room by how good you are at touching him and he can’t help but look, seeing you almost drool over his cock glistening right in front of you. Your mouth still hasn’t yet made contact with his cock and it sort of frustrates Jimin how much you’re dragging this — yet it builds up his want for more and he can’t help but buck his hips upwards, fully enjoying your hand palming him nicely.

“Y/N— fuck.” You smile at him, continuing on. Jimin wants to guide his cock more towards your warm welcoming mouth but seeing as he’s restrained to your bed frame it doesn’t exactly help— although that’s what makes it more intense.

“Tell me what you need Park.”

“Your mouth— please fuck!” His voice was laced with eagerness.

Your cheeks grow hot seeing him slightly beg for your mouth so fast, you haven’t even touched him for a while and he can’t help but be so needy for it.

“Like this?” You ask before letting your tongue run flatly from his base up till his tip, a restrained moan leaves Jimin's mouth from the contact.

“Yes baby. Ah!” You take him fully, his tip almost hitting the back of your throat as you take him in whole, being used to his cock inside your mouth. You moan from the sight of Jimin, his head leaned back, eyes shut and his brows growing close from all the pleasure you’re giving him.

You continue taking his cock nicely in your mouth, focusing on your breathing and hollowing your cheeks as you move towards the base. Jimin can’t comprehend the pleasure he’s feeling and he’s not even sure he can last long if you keep going with your amazing pace.

“Your mouth feels amazing.” He can’t help but compliment you, getting a look at you with your eyes shut from enjoying his cock filling your mouth completely. You moan from his compliment sending vibrations onto it making Jimin slightly shiver.

You let go of his cock with a pop, your hand still holding onto the base. You want him inside you, inside you from behind but seeing he’s handcuffed it’ll be hard getting taken from behind. Instead you turn your body, your ass through the thin fabric becoming the new view for Jimin. You decide to leave the thin robe on, wanting to tease Jimin a bit more now that he can’t really take it off for you.

Knowing you’re already dripping almost down your thighs there was no need to warm yourself up. You settle in between his legs, dragging your wet slit onto his cock, coating him with your arousal before pushing yourself down, arching your back from the wave of pleasure from his cock grazing your g-spot as he fills you up nicely.

“Use me… Fuck just use me Y/N.” Jimin pleads from behind you, the sound of metal clinging as he can’t help but move his wrists, desperately wanting to lift your robe to get a view of your bare ass in front of him.

You trail your hands onto his thighs, rocking back and forth adding friction to your clit causing you to moan. “Mmm— I love your cock Jimin.” Followed by another whimper from you.

“It’s all yours Y/N.” Jimin bucks his hip to prove his point. The tip, again, hits your g-spot making your head fall back from the overflowing feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were close and couldn’t help but clench around him, still rocking your hips, lifting a bit, the slapping sounds of your ass hitting onto him filling the room.

The thin robe lifts as you move more up. Jimin can’t help but catch a glimpse and he grows so desperate he’s now pulling the handcuffs, wanting to slap you hard until it has a mark and just be able to touch you. Oh god he really wants to touch you, every inch of you.

Just as you’re about to finish, you can’t help but hear the metal graze onto your headboard, turning your head now facing Jimin. An almost mad driven Jimin who can’t help but pull in desperation and a want to touch you.

“Please remove them. I want to touch you, fuck I have to touch you — please, please…”

“Be patient.” And you go right back to bouncing on him, moans accumulating in the room. Your orgasm only reaches faster as your pace quickens and the familiar knot in the stomach appears, making you whine from the pleasure.

“I’m gonna come—“ You almost cry out, bouncing more desperately on Jimin's cock, using him to come.

''That's right baby, come all over it.'' That becomes the last straw for you, coming undone all over Jimin's cock. Small pants escape your mouth, trying to catch your breath after your intense orgasm. You stay put, Jimin still fully hard inside of you.

Everything happens too fast, Jimin pulling too hard on the handcuffs, breaking them and now touching you everywhere. His hands squeezing hard the flesh of your ass, biting it as well.

''Those handcuffs were kinda shitty.'' You grin, letting Jimin finally take over seeing him become so greedy he's seeing absolute red.

''My turn now.'' Jimin doesn't even let you answer, already grabbing onto the side of your hips, pounding you so hard it makes you dizzy from the overstimulation. You hold tight onto his thighs to stay put in your upwards position.

''Shit you take me so well.'' Your breath hitches at his words, looking down seeing his cock disappear inside of your walls.

Jimin had become so eager he wouldn't be able to last as long as he's used to with you, so after a few more thrusts, he fills you up nicely with his warm cum, sighing from the release. You take it as your cue to remove yourself from him.

''That was probably one of our best rounds.'' Jimin compliments the overall experience and you can't help but feel a heat reach your cheeks seeing him so satisfied from your crazy idea.

''I'm glad you liked it.''

''Liked it? I fucking loved it. Remind me to let you dominate more often.''

You shake your head, not really believing Jimin loved it that much to want it again.

''I don't know if you're completely ready for that.'' You want to tease him yet make him curious over your dominant side.

''You sure about that baby?'' His brows lift, testing the waters with you.

You only let out a laugh, now walking towards the bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you return back, Jimin is on the verge of falling asleep. You smile at the sight of him sprawled naked, taking deep breaths and you join him under the covers. You feel happy and relieved from finally being completely honest with Jimin and your hidden fantasies.

Might be fun to try again… 

© jjkeverlast 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works]

[alister312]

Hello there! I hope your having a good day (:

I was just watching BLU again & I came to the part where the kids were in the gymnasium reacting to the war being declared, & Gregory told Wendy to “hold onto me” after hearing the news, comforting her. How do you think this would’ve gone if it were, hypothetically, Christophe instead of Wendy? Would Gregory take the same approach? Would Christophe reciprocate, or would he ignore it?

Just curious about what you think, as it’s quite an interesting scenario to me

that is an interesting question! especially since it kinda rewrites things so that Christophe goes to the school with the rest of them… which would definitely change at least my perception of him as well as my thoughts about what happened to him after the movie 👀 but to get to the actual question:

for one, I think Gregory wouldn’t even offer for Christophe to hold onto him. I’ve mentioned before but in the movie, that moment doesn’t seem as though it’s a mutual thing. it’s more Gregory recognizing that Wendy is scared and in need of comfort, rather than he himself also wanting it. were Christophe to replace her in that scene, I feel Gregory ought to know him well enough that he would know Christophe wouldn’t need (or want) comfort in that moment. instead, they’d share a look of mutual worry but also determination and agreement to get right into resistance action. maybe even right after the assembly.

in that one script draft, it’s implied that Gregory and Christophe were working together to free Canadian POWs the entire time. so it’s highly likely that, if Christophe were already at the school, he and Gregory would’ve gotten right into action. they might not even stick around to rally the other kids during recess, or join La Resistance! honestly it would depend on whether or not Gregory is hanging out with Wendy bc he genuinely enjoys her company or bc there is no one else there on his level (in his opinion). if it’s the latter, then I think he would never go looking for someone else if Christophe is already there.

however, to keep the movie plot from derailing completely, I could see them getting into contact with main boys hoping for information. specifically Kyle, since his mom sorta started the whole war. from there, the boys would latch onto their plan to save Terrance and Philip and then everything would probably play out about the same.

honestly in that same aforementioned script draft, for those who haven’t read it, Wendy gets a LOT more agency and more of a role in general in it. she kinda has Gregory’s role and he’s even more of a minor character than he is already. so I wouldn’t be surprised if, given Gregory were not concerned with the main cast, she were to just take on his role completely. maybe hire him and Christophe to help with just the rescue mission.

now, if there were to be any comfort touch in that scene, i doubt Gregory would announce it out loud. he’d just reach over and place his hand on Christophe’s hand while giving him that look of worry and determination. Christophe would give a similar look back, think about actually taking Gregory’s hand in his and want to do so (maybe his hand even twitches, about to, or maybe that’s Gregory’s imagination) but he’d leave first, knowing Gregory will follow with a plan already half formed in his mind.

[jokeringcutio]

I didn't know if you take asks or not, new to your blog. But I just wanted to ask something about your recent fic the stepdad William, pregnancy one.

(And in no way am I trying to get you to change the story to how you want it to go)

But I was curious, if through everything the reader goes through what would Williams reaction be if she decided to run away. Obviously she won't want to hurt her mom and she might try and reach out to her mother after a bit. But maybe one night it gets to much to see him coddling readers mom about her pregnancy and ignore her around the mom so she decides to skip to a friend's or something that might be far from the house, and makes sure to tell the police about running off so they don't write a missing person report if anyone went to the police about her whereabouts. Just curious about your thoughts on this.

Oh, Anon, that is such a wonderful plotline💜, I hadn't even thought of that.

Also: Welcome to my blog, always feel free to poke me. I enjoy talking to mutuals :)

First things first, My stepdad drabbles are mostly stand-alone snippets. Though some can be seen as following up on each other :3 So I can write any situation I want.

Second of all, yep, two more drabbles are coming up this week that link to the pregnancy one. So strap in👀. And yes, I now desperately want to write your suggestion. But here are some thoughts:

If Reader ran away, * Mom would be devastated.

And let's be honest, William would be too. 👀 So there's that to consider, mentally. I think Reader will be aware of that and knowing you'll hurt your mom, while she is already overly emotional. Well... * Then there's William to consider. Want to upset him? Possibly yes. Though Reader might also be scared of angering him/going against his will. In my mind, even when he is a horrible ass to the Reader, Stepdad William Afton is smitten with Reader in his own way and probably prefers what they have over what he has with the mom. Whether it is purely based on power and control, sexual attraction, or actual love. I like to canon the idea that William would want to keep Reader near.

Ah sweetie... look at that face of Daddy... You're not gonna run away from that? Or are you 👀 MUAHAHAHAH

* If we take William as the man who actually rejoices in the idea of having a kid with Reader, possibly hid her contraceptives in hopes of her falling pregnant, or having some kind of twisted breeding kink... well.... Whatever it is. William will be very angry if Reader leaves. And phew... prepare for that! * Next item on the list, where will you go? Can Reader risk scurrying the streets? Do you have a friend to crash at? But for how long?Practical little details and risks to calculate. Plus, Reader will be pregnant. And though some will have little difficulties while in that state, others will be too tired, too sick, suffering from complications, etc. So you're taking risks here and adding even more stress and worry to your mind. But suppose you leave in an emotional rush, suppose you have that friend to stay at. Then we arrive to the next, and most thrilling part:

* Informing the police. OH YES. If you do this, what will you tell them? Because I can guarantee you, if I write this, they will notice the pregnant tummy. And then? Would you lie and say you got knocked up by a random boy from school/study and your parents are mad about it? [ Shielding Afton's reputation but leaving him wielding power over you?] Or, would you honestly tell them you are carrying your stepdad's child? Because in the latter, think of what kind of effect it will have on him.

[ Risking him being seen as a criminal with possible jail time ahead pending, we can take this as far as we want to, anon. As far as we want >D. In his best case, you can defend that things have been mutual and he just gets to hear to stay away from you.] William's reputation... wow.... The neighborhood finding out your little secret. 👀

So MANY possibilities, Anon, I just afshgafahagh So, to answer a short question long, This is such an interesting angle and I love to hear your opinions on it. I feel tempted to write a scenario where Reader legs it whilst carrying stepdad's child. Think of all the drama and angst that we could have. And then, which way shall we go? Is it just ordinary but pervy stepdad Afton? Or will it be more canonical killer!Afton who is your daddy? I mean, the world is our oyster. Anon :3 Love you. Thank you for interacting and sharing your mind with me.

[nameforthemain]

Hey I hope you enjoyed my last mutuals game! I have a new one! (hopefully this makes sense 😂. )

A witch has cast a spell on your mutuals 👀 and have turned them into their spirit animals, what animals do you think they changed into? Also bonus one if you want it what colour best signifies your mutuals?

Again no pressure in doing this

ooooh returning ask game anon, hello again 👀 this is fun. And helpfully enough, I keep a list of which animal each Jeff cult member is so that covers most of my mutuals already 😌 Then the colour is probably based mainly on blog themes lol but it's supposed to be the first colour I think of 😭

@wolferine - a wolverine - yellow

@bonkie-barnes - bear (also hi bonkie if you actually see this) - brown

@flightplan-fox - ...a fox - orange

@earth-to-ezra - raccoon - green

@alexia-redacted - cat, though tbf you give more big dog vibes hehe - orange

@family-house-of-m - giraffe - yellow

@yungdumbrok - seal (also hi!) - blue

@the-fandom-abyss - otter - grey

@leolionsblog - lion - orange

@taysmirrorball13 - small dog; I can imagine you speeding around when you're excited hehe but you also bite 🤨 - pink

@spaceynat - frog (still mutuals in spirit even if I don't follow your other account 🤭) - green

I know I've missed a few mutuals, but these were just the ones I had definitive answers for 😭

[aspiringsextoy]

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1. what are your favorite kink blogs? why do you like them?

oh man okay so this is BY NO MEANS an exhaustive list, these are just the ones that popped in my head first @otter-pup - super good scenarios about monsterfucking, breeding, somno, so much other stuff. checks off so many boxes, and actually one of the first nsfw blogs i remember following and was one of the reasons i made this blog, so i could rb his stuff :) @thatnonb1ny-cvmslut - my BELOVED FRIEND!!!!! one of the first people i dmed with and definitely the person i've talked with the longest and yeah <333 mwah love you @dhdh1200 - we've also been mutuals for a long time! they rb a lot of videos and pics that i don't reblog bc i try to keep that stuff off this blog (i don't wanna get nuked haha) but man i am Looking 👀 @transpidered - such such such good content just 10/10 wowie

21. have you found any dynamics you like playing with best?

tbh i think i need to explore more, but a lot of the ones i really like have something to do with service. shining shoes for a dom, being a cute little househusband, being a free use stress reliever for a friend group, that sort of thing. something where i don't feel so much pressure to think all the time and i can just be useful and praised just by existing and doing what i can without any stress or worry

22. are there kinks that have grown on you over time?

oh for sure. i think royalty is a fairly new one. something about being a prince that's seen as a big sex object with all the play around corruption and falling from grace that really hits me in the stressed-out-student-slash-activist-slash-oldest-sibling

24. would you be fine in a relationship without kink?

i don't see why not. right now i think i mostly look for potential partners in kinky spaces bc there's less stress about coming out as kinky if it's already known that the other person is also kinky, but if that coming out stress wasn't there and they understood that i would still be active in the local kink community, i'm perfectly fine with that! maybe i have a different view bc i've been Thinking about polyamory recently tho lol

25. are there any lesser-known kinks that you love?

this was hard at first bc i'm really bad at judging what's widely-known or not (shoutout to when i assumed everybody also listens to a. s. fanning, an artist on spotify who only has like 5k monthly listeners) BUT. i realized. one i really like that simply does not have enough posts on tumblr or ao3 is portal/magic kinks. like you're walking to class and suddenly a cock is forcing its way into you but you're literally alone and you have no idea what's happening. and there's somebody however far away with a portal fleshlight that they're fucking that's like my pussy and when they cum in the fleshlight the cum appears in me and there's no way for me to know who did that to me. 10/10 wish there was so much more content on this bc oh man

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

hi potato!!! omg im not sure if we're mutual yet but i love your art a whole lot!!!!💗💗💗💗 and you're also in brba/bcs fandom too?? that's awesome!!! hiii!! do you perhaps have a brbabcs oc? I'd love to know!

(or, if you dont have, maybe you want to make it..? 👀 abby can them can be friends...)

hey there! yeah im a huge fan of Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul, but not really active in this fandom… i typically just lurk around, reblog and enjoy the silly memes on YouTube. if i feel inspired, i’ll just draw the characters (mostly jimmy & kim cuz im so normal about them ) and then bail. my squishy brain can't stay in one fandom for too long, it's always jumping around to another new interest. im glad you like my art ❤️ you got a beautiful drawings too!

oo your ask inspired me to create an OC for BCS/BRBA! here she is! her name is Joy

she doesn't have much details and backstory yet, but im planning to flesh her out more if im not busy with other things.

with how messed up the brbabcs world can be, figured that putting my OC as a Los Pollos Hermanos employee would fit right in. she’s also Lyle’s close friend! let’s just hope she doesn't face as much tragedy as the other characters lmao

gonna put on read more for the question about being mutuals because this post is already long ⬇️

[shaking and crying rn i hope i don’t upset anyone..]

so.. uhm im very picky about who i actually follow & follow back because i need to limit it for the sake for my dashboard. preferably id have to REALLY like and rather follow blogs that i vibe & familiar with the contents that i want to see than something… i dont really want to look at 🙏 this is just how i curate my experience

in general, i also dont feel comfortable with others dming me personal things and it feels anxiety-inducing. unless it’s a specific topic like art discussion about drawing tips, ocs design, request, art trades, collab and maybe commission

im SO SORRY 🙏 🙏 it’s nothing personal i swear, really! and im letting yall know that i will always recognize and remember all the people who consistently ✨ like and reblog ✨my stuff and you're all honorary mutuals to me even if i don't follow you back and i appreciate you all sm!!! <3 i go bounce bounce seeing everyone being super sweet in my notif

if yall interact often and you’re super nice in the notific you’re already a mutual for me! 🩷 sending me question and art suggestion never bothers me! i love to talk, get to know and interact more with people in this lovely app! :)

thanks for the question!

[heilith]

Hello lovely! I saw your thing for fan fics 👀 I thought it'd be fun to play.

Firstly, the fics that come to mind are "autumn hands" and "loss and gain"

The questions I am curious about are:

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way? Alternatively, what inspired the fic?

3. What is your favorite line of narration?

4. What is your favorite line of dialog?

9. We're there any alternate versions of these fics?

Also- one of my own questions.

What is something that you know/ lore built about this fic/ pairing that didn't make it into the final product? (If anything)

Also! I'd also like to request you also answer these about any fic on your list that you adore, a piece you put your whole heart into and don't feel as if it gets the love you hoped it would 💜

I hope you have a great day!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way? Alternatively, what inspired the fic?

Autumn Hands: What inspired this fic was the fact that I have perpetually cold hands and feet, no matter the season, and I could relate. It’s little fun seeing a special someone jump out of their skin, when you touch them. I’d been dancing around the idea of writing this fic, as it had been a huge hit on my Imagine-all-the-elves sideblog, and then someone came to my askbox and requested it. I guess it was meant to be.

Loss and Gain: Another request from my lovely mutual, @from-lothlorien-to-helms-deep. The logic of my inspiration came from them being a musician, first and foremost, and then I honestly can’t tell. Like it often happens, the story stepped on my throat and said: “Hold still, I’ll do the rest.”  

2. What is your favorite line of narration?

I don’t include the emotional bits, just those I like as I writer.

Autumn Hands: Autumn disliked you, even in the Golden forest, where, as you had heard once, there had to be only summer day after day. 

Loss and Gain: You sighed, telling yourself it was high time to leave and cease wounding your heart with the spectacle of the pleasure you’d been denied.

3. What is your favourite line of dialog?

Autumn Hands:

“My lady sends me back?” asked he with a small rise of his brow. 

Loss and Gain:

“My gain, little neighbor,” mouthed he into the wisp of hair at your temple.

4. Were there any alternate versions of these fics?

Autumn Hands: None that I can recall. The first idea was the best one.

Loss and Gain: The alternate idea revolved around the reader failing at a minstrel contest.

5. What is something that you know/ lore built about this fic/ pairing that didn't make it into the final product? (If anything)

Autumn Hands: The protagonist is the healer reader from With a Kiss, but I mentioned that in the summary. Yes, I know it’s weird that I’d written Autumn Hands before that one. :) I just wasn’t sure I could write that idea and not make it stupid, so it took me some years to brace myself for it.

These are the very first months of the reader in Lothlorien, and she finds it hard to fit in.

I was toying with the idea of relocating this couple to Mirkwood later on. :) Thought better of it, though.

Loss and Gain: There was no whirl in the air, but there was a neck kiss. I decided that it would spoil the almost-but-not-romance mood and played the story differently.

“Also! I'd also like to request you also answer these about any fic on your list that you adore, a piece you put your whole heart into and don't feel as if it gets the love you hoped it would 💜”

Oh-oh, that would be hard. Well, let it be In the Middle. It has plenty of notes, but I’d love to talk about it.

What inspired you to write the fic this way? Alternatively, what inspired the fic?

I’m a sucker for writing kisses. I am. And I practically beg my followers to request kisses from me. But since a kiss is, all in all, a simple action, whatever the circumstances are, I find it fun and refreshing to find new ways around each of them. And here I get a kiss interrupted by a third party and I think to myself “why not make a love triangle out of it”?

And that’s how it ends up to be one of my favourite kisses. Or two of them, to be exact.

What is your favorite line of narration?

The counting bits.

And: “And his kisses were an offering and a prayer, and you accepted both without a shadow of shame.”

What is your favorite line of dialog?

“It comes with a reward, sweet Lindir,” you reminded him, cursing yourself as his name came off your lips as a tenderer address than you wished it to be, “It wasn’t him who scorned it.”

Were there any alternate versions of these fics?

No, it was a no-regrets ride from start to finish.

What is something that you know/ lore built about this fic/ pairing that didn't make it into the final product? (If anything)

It’s rather what I don’t know about it. I don’t for the life of me know whom she should choose. I think it will only become clear if I make myself write a sequel for it.

Thank you very much for asking, I enjoyed it immensely! :)

[midnightsilver]

A note to new Spn artists on tumblr about tagging,😇

The tagging system is your friend!🤗 How exposure basically works here is that your art posts spread through the web of your mutuals and on out to their mutuals and ever onwards like a growing tree🌳, but the process can be hit or miss. You might not have many mutual yet, or they might not have many mutuals themselves. Or your mutual might not be online when you decide to post your art, and by the time they do get back their dash has gotten busy and your post has dropped so far down that it would take a million years to scroll down to see it. Or maybe your mutuals were online when you posted and did reblog but their mutuals weren’t online and then their dash got busy and…. Etc Etc. There is a way to help with this! ⭐️Tag your art posts⭐️. Tagged posts are searchable and many people follow specific tags. If you tag your art then your posts will continue to show up in that tag list for anyone who missed your initial post or for anyone who isn’t yet your mutual. Give your hard work the chance it deserves!

I find loads of art to reblog by searching through tags but I’d love to find more! If you make Spn art consider tagging it with ‘Spn Art’ or ‘Spn Fanart’ or ‘Supernatural art’ or ‘Supernatural Fanart’ or even ‘Spnfanart’ (if you are still stuck in Twitter mode). These are first tags that most people search for 🔎👀or follow if they are looking for art to do with Supernatural. My favourite to use is ‘Spn Fanart’ - the term ‘supernatural art’ can sometimes be used by other fantasy creators 🐉 but ‘Spn fanart’ is very specific to us.

If you are a creator who is focused on a single character you might tag your art ‘character X art’ and that will entice people who follow ‘character X’ posts but the Generalist Supernaturalist doesn’t have time to search individually for Character A, B, C, D …. Z, every day, so consider adding a general supernatural art tag as well.👍🏻😄

Also please pick a creator tag and stick to it. It can be as simple as ‘my art’ or you can use your name if you want. The pros of using ‘my art’: I see your art post tagged in the Spn fanart tag and I love your style, so I click on your blog to see if you have any more art. The first thing I type in the search bar is ‘my art’ because that’s what loads of people use and Yayyyyy I find loads more of your art and I reblog it and I am very happy! (If you haven’t used a creator tag at all then instead I start scrolling down your dash, realise that it’s been months since the last art post (no shame! Happens to us all 😊) and I find that your endless shit posting is hurting my brain (affectionate 😂 I love this hell hole as much as the next person but just now I’m looking for art not just browsing crack) and I regretfully back out of your blog because I don’t have time for this right now. Cons of using ‘my art’ as a tag: everyone does it, so if someone is searching the whole of tumblr for your art and they type in ‘my art’ then they get every person and their pet come up. To get around this you might use you name as an art tag, but see the issue above about new people finding your blog and not being able to guess what you tag is. So either tell people in your bio what your art tag is or maybe use both a generic ‘my art’ tag AND a personal one. 🤷🏻‍♂️👍🏻😄

Finally! (How fucking long is this post?!! Any of you still here???) Tag warnings, descriptions, characters and ships if any. Many people will search by ship, use the most common/fashionable portmanteau you can think of as a tag. because you want the one that most people might search by - or that ‘your people’ might search for. Also include warnings like MCD, non con, blood, gore, hurt etc without censorship. People can filter out these tags if they don’t like them but only if we have written them clearly. And lastly (as of now Nov 2022) tumblr is still a bit iffy about the whole not-safe-for-your-place-of-capitol-slavery, this is the only caution tag I would advise you not to use. It might still run the risk of a shadow ban - but let’s hope that changes in the future. Instead go for the citrus scale and use lemon for most of your not-for-grandma posts (unless your granny is hella bamf in which case good for grandma😁)

Okay I’m stopping now. Feel free to also chat in your tags if it’s something that you don’t want permanently on the bottom of your post but don’t forget that you are relying only on your mutuals and your tags, so get the searchable ones in there before you chat. 👍🏻😄 and I will look forward to seeing and reblogging all the wonderful Spn Art because you fabulous lot absolutely rule! 🙌🏼🎉

[thatthirstyweirdo]

peeks over,,, hi thirsty 👀

Please list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here! Hope you've been having a wonderful new year so far :3

UAAAA HELLOOO ALEISHA!! Sorry for only answering now! I haven’t been as active on tumblr as I’d like to be… BUT EHHEHE it was nice seeing you in my inbox!

Okay so five things that make me happyyyy…

I think the first one would be my friends! My mutuals and the people I talk to!! I’m very grateful to have caring and loving people around me that I’m lucky to call my friends! I love them very very much! And I love my mutuals!!/p 💖💖

Mmmmmm… My Ocs make me happy! I would be lying if I said I didn’t get obsessed over them. During school times I would think about my oldest oc Kolly a lot. You guys have no idea how much I thought about her lord 😔 She’s my pride and joy… Now I’m obsessing over Maverick! He’s also a gem, literally just a guy.

Aaaaaa music also makes me happy!! It wouldn’t be a stretch to say music affects my mood a lot. Whenever I think about it if it weren’t for my playlist I wouldn’t be here 💀 oughhh I love music and I love singing and it just lifts up my mood immediately 😔

Art and creating art! I wouldn’t be on tumblr if I didn’t HAH. But yeah, I love art and creating it. The process gives me joy and such gratification it’s insane. I like drawing 😔😔😔😔😔 I want it to be a part of me for years to come 😔😔 That’s probably why art blocks just boil my blood I hate art blocks and the fact they always come when I’m free and don’t have anything to do is so💀 ANNOYING IT’S ANNOYING

Mmmm and for the last one… I’m not sure. I would say games but lately they’ve been a bit boring if anything… but at the same time even then they bring me joy. I’ve been playing Project Zomboid lately and it’s been pretty fun. Imma go with games. Games make me happy!

I’d like to add honorable mentions, since they bring plenty of happiness in my life:

Lps… I love lps… I love these toys sm you guys you have no idea how hyper fixated on them I was as kid I was addicted. They just make me so 😔 giddy…

Pusheen. I’ve been obsessed with this damn cat since middle school 💀 I LOVE THE SILLY PLUSHIES I LOVE THEM A LOT. My pusheen plushies are my prized possession.

Think that’s all! At least the simple things, going into more complex ones will just be unnecessarily long, but yeah! Thank you Aleisha for asking me this!! Heheh I hope you have a good day or nightttt

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@aviary-mechanic asked:

hello! I'm playing this cool ask chain game that @eepybubble started. List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers. (Any muse and/or OOC!! Or I can absolutely resend for all 👀 )

MUN

Finding new music I like

Seeing other people's art of my OC's (bonus points if it's with their OC or muse)

Soda pop, especially vanilla coke or cock n' bull brand ginger beer

Writing, either working on my books or role playing with friends

Drawing, usually my OC's, but also other people's muses, fanart, or just random people

ALMA

New music, movies, books, or experiences

Learning about just about anything there is to know

Nature, especially forests and rainstorms

Watching the stars at night from outside when there is low or no light polution

Visits to lakes or the ocean, rivers work too

ARDA

Dancing, any kind of dance to any kind of music, it's her passion

Collecting butterfly themed objects and making paper butterflies to gift to people

Singing and listening to music, especially uplifting stuff

Nature, especially animals and flowers

Making friends and spending time with them

ERROL

Manipulating Interacting with others for entertainment

Driving fast cars at high speeds

Cuddling, snuggling, hugging, kissing, ALL the physical affection

Sleeping around, especially when he can make money off of it

Composing and playing his own music

[what-did-you-just-say]

Omg- I've been looking for someone who writes Destiny matchups, so you're an absolute godsend 👀 That being said…. May I humbly request a male Destiny matchup? 👉👈 From either game, whoever works best! (and hey!!! We're mutuals now! :DD)

To start off, I'm genderfluid and my pronouns are they/them <3 I'm pretty pale with zillions of birthmarks, 5'6, and I'm about average weight for my height. I have a super frizzy dirty blonde wolfcut down to my shoulders, and baby blue eyes! I’m a little curvy with thicker thighs and an hourglass shape :,D My sense of fashion is… all over the place, but you’ll usually find me with my beloved platform doc martens, tall socks w/ weird designs, shorts and a hoodie/sweater.

On to personality!! Although I’m pretty quiet around strangers.. With my friends I’m the total opposite, I love making them laugh and am extremely talkative- I can go on for actual hours about my interests. I can be very energetic and loud at times, reverting back to a toddler, so rip to my s/o- (I promise I’m very intelligent though :,)) I’m super affectionate with my s/o and seriously just want to be around them/cuddling 24/7 👉👈 I’m very loyal and super caring, so if someone I care for needs something, you know I’ll be the first one to help >:D I’m pretty much the “group therapist” bc everyone comes to me whenever they need someone to rant to or listen to them <3

My negative traits? I’m a little clingy and get pretty bad separation anxiety if I’m away from my s/o for too long :,) I also get really bad stomach aches a lot so you’ll usually find me complaining about it✋😔

Hobbies: Mountain biking, listening to music (blasting it 24/7 actually), writing, playing video games, designing outfits, and going on hikes!!

Love language: Physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation <3

Likes: Animals, foggy weather, horror movies, fall, sweets, and affection of any sort!!

Dislikes: Hot/humid weather, deep and murky bodies of water, and crucible (sorry Shaxx)

I really hope I did this right :,)) and I hope this wasn’t too much for you!!! Take as long as you need on this and I hope you have a wonderful day <3!!!

Sooooo….HELLO THERE! I’m actually following your blog and even sent a request about a matchup with an OC of mine which is also listed in the Masterlist (Rowan-13 actually haha). Either way! I am here for you sweetheart don’t worry BUT a warning for ya I am kinda bad with coming up with things…..so bear with me on this one.

Since you requested a MALE Matchup I’m guessing you mean a male character? I am so sorry if I got this wrong T—T And any….kind of scenario aswell so I will go with fluff if that is okay for you ofc :}

So here we go, we are gonna go with SAINT-14 our dear russian friend as the male matchup ^^

Ps: I wrote this in like an hour or two so please….have mercy I couldn’t come up with something better T^T

I sincerely tried…APLOGIES THAT IT GOES DOWN HILL TOWARDS THE END OR IF IT DOESN‘T MAKE MUCH SENSE TWT

Btw do you play Destiny 2 yourself? ....I need some friends ('friends' considering the fact that you requested ONCE and called us mutuals so not really in a 'we are friends now' way-) to play with I AM SORRY T—T'''''''

Genderfluid!Matchup x Saint-14

You’ve been walking through the Tower, taking a stroll as you watched various Ghosts of all sorts float through the air with ease, Guardians talking to one another or randomly dancing in the middle of the area. While greeting some Guardians and workers in the place you are so familiar with you made your way towards the Hangar.

It surely has been a while since you last seen your beloved partner Saint-14, he had some….business with Osiris is what he had told you before leaving which was more than 3 weeks ago. You got the news from a Hunter the other day that he was back but busy with the Guardians signing up for the ‚Trials of Osiris‘ …..so it made sense that the Titan wasn’t able to visit you just yet.

Once you were down the stairs you could see his ship and the big amount of candles surrounding him for far away….atleast it looked somewhat aesthetic…

While Saint-14 was away you decided to make some pajama designs for the two of you and it looked cute. It had lots of purple in it - his favourite colour - and looked super comfy, you just needed the fabric for it and then you’d be good to go!

As you got closer you also saw that barely anybody was around him, meaning that he probably had a few minutes time for you to spend with him which made you almost jump in excitement.

The sound of your shoes hitting the floor in a rythmatic manner was the thing that caught Saint-14‘s attention as he turned his head to look at you. „Ah (Name)! It is great to see you again! I apologize for not visiting you earlier!“ he practically boomed while grabbing your hand gentle as you got close enough „Hey Saint, don’t worry it’s fine. I knew you were busy with Guardians signing up for the Trials“ you answered with a sincere smile. With your happiness practically radiating off of you, you made the Russian melt in your grip as you decided to pull him into a welcoming and warm hug….god he missed you so much, „I missed you“ you mumbled to him, just above a whisper and he hummed in agreement before saying „I missed you too, my love“.

As you two parted he placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you in anticipation and after a few seconds he finally asked „So what did you do while I was away? I hope you didn’t yearn for me that much“ followed by a light chuckle that you returned before answering with „Ah that is impossible Saint….but I did sketch some outfit designs for us both, Pajamas actually“ and just by his body language you could tell that he was excited to see just what you had come up with. „Oh if that’s so then I have to see them soon! As song as I can to be exact, I’d love to see what you had in mind!“ was what had said as he grabbed your hands and leaned a bit down while you had to laugh, „What is so funny? Is there something on my helmet?“ he asked, kinda concerned about what you were laughing at, „No no don’t worry! Your helmet looks good as always! But your genuine excitement makes me want to shower you with love if I’m being honest“ you confessed as you widely smiled at the larger man before he stepped closer and moved his hands up to cup your face, „Not if I do such thing first“ he hummed and you dramatically gasped „Are you challenging me now oh great Titan Saint-14?!“ is what you expressed with a dramatic tone and he had to laugh at that „If it’s about love and affection, then you are up for a challenge oh dear beloved (Name)“ he mused with a certain lull in his voice that drives you to him everytime he uses it in such a tone. This man….this man had you smiling every second and it is getting contagious at this point. But while you were getting lost in your mind - about how many things you could do while he was here was making you feel all giddy inside in every way - he was able to take your form in again after these 3 weeks and a few days.

You were wearing what your usually wore which consisted of your platform doc martens, your lovely colourful striped socks that go up to your calf, some dark shorts and a more bigger navy blue Hoodie…one of his if he remembers right. You looked so comfortable right now, he had to resist the urge to just cuddle you and not let go for a really long time. Your hair was all messy but it suited you so well. Your baby blue eyes made his heart swell with love every time they looked at him with such sincere and care and your pale skin compliments your eyes in ways that make him fall in love with you even harder and he had to fight a smile behind the cover of his helmet by just knowing that you are his. Your birthmarks made you look so unique in his eyes and your voice…..oh sweet Traveler your voice was like honey and filled with love every time you said his name, ESPECIALLY when you decide to tease him a bit that it makes him really happy to have his helmet cover his face because he gets so red in these moments…he just blushes so much whenever you talk to him with that honeyed tone in your voice. If you’d ask him to get on his knees in such a tone he will gladly obey and do as you said. (Such a simp istg)

He was so invested in his head that he couldn’t even hear your voice calling out to him so you even decided to wave your hand infront of his face before he snapped back to reality as you hummed „Hellooooooo? Earth to Saint-14444? What’s going onnn? Are you okayy?“ but you didn’t even get a reply but instead got an unexpected move from him. With a yelp of surprise you found yourself over his broad shoulder as his big hands held you in place, careful not to let you somewhat slip away „I didn’t see you in so long so let me take care of you, my love. Then we can proceed with our…challenge“ is all he said before walking up the ramp and into his ship while closing the ‚door‘ behind him and making it really comfortable for you both. (if ya get what I mean ahah- I am so sorry pls-)

…..that was one thing to do now that he was back. Maybe he‘ll get to see the pajama designs some other day…

[casismybestfriend]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

thanks for tagging me @trentcrimminallybeautiful ! 💕💕💕

this got long, oops

are you named after anyone? — i don’t think so. i think my parents just liked the name. altho coincidentally my name is the feminine version of one of my dad’s middle names, and of a another relative’s name. and apparently my mom had a close childhood friend with my name as well

when was the last time you cried? — like, maybe a couple hours or however long ago when i saw that one meta destiel despair meme, you know the one. but like properly? i’m not sure

do you have kids? uhh no. seems a bit personal, person who wrote this post template 🤨

do you use sarcasm a lot? — ✨no✨

what's the first thing you notice about people? — their hair, maybe, or like the way they carry themselves, idk

what’s your eye color? — brown 👀

scary movies or happy endings? — i don’t think these two things are comparable, or mutually exclusive. but i always love happy endings!

any special talents? — i think i’m a pretty decent traditional artist (but none of my good art is on my blog so pls don’t go checking lol). i also have quite a good eye for detail and a knack for learning new skills; i feel like a jack of all trades sort of person, which i guess is the opposite of your question…

where were you born? — canada 🇨🇦 *coach beard voice* dual citizenship, babey!

what are your hobbies? — drawing, wasting my time on tumblr, biking around, making bracelets, a little bit of gardening rn, and mildly bird watching

have you got any pets? — not anymore 😔 my beloved doggo passed away about a year ago (he had just turned 15!) and it was very hard for us to go through. he was quite literally my oldest and closest friend. we’ve been considering getting a new dog soon, but we have to be sure that we have at least one person at home at all times to help raise it from a puppy

what sports do you play/have you played? — as a kid i was made to join ballet, softball, baseball, and soccer teams, and i was terribly average at all of them. on my own time i enjoy badminton quite a bit, but our lawn is infested with moles so now it’s too dangerous to be running around on there. and as a kid we would build an ice rink in the backyard and play hockey which was super fun. oh, and i also did marching band for a few years and i’m including it as a sport because fuck you that’s why (not you you. you as in the faceless being that determines what a sport is)

how tall are you? — i think i’m 5'5"/5'6" ish, so about 1.66 meters ?

favorite subject in school? — i’m not even sure anymore. i’ll cheat and say design because that was my main subject at university

dream job? — i would love to be paid to travel the world, see sights, and learn new languages. like, imagine a few months or one year per country, ooohh

tagging: i’m tired, so instead i’m just gonna open this up to anyone who wants to do this, mutual or not, following me or not. consider yourself tagged by me!