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[theangelcatalogue]

★Heya, uuuh- for the ask game-★

⭐| 15. Favorite dessert?

⭐| 24. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets?

★ahshwhs I hope you enjoy the rest of your day and uh, yeah- bye★

YUPPIE HEYYYY =]

˖°🌸. ࣪𖤐 15. Favorite dessert?

𖤐⭒๋Chocolate, anything that haves chocolate, brigadeiro haves a soft place for me! Who don't know what brigadeiro is: is a famous sweet, a type of Brazilian Chocolate Confectionery. It's a scrumptious bite-size (or two) chocolate sweet, very popular in Brazil! Ingredients are: condensed milk, butter and chocolate! ๋࣭ ⭑ִ ࣪𖤐

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˖°💗. ࣪𖤐 24. Do you belive in aliens or life on other planets?

𖤐⭒๋Tbh yeah! I don't really think it's impossible, i can't really explain why, i know some planets can be impossible to live in, but who knows? Maybe there is a specie that lives there! Who knows? :D⭑ִ ࣪𖤐

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TY FOR THE ASKS!! I HAD A LOT OF FUN! :)

( Gun N' Roses song cause Elphelt was based on them(if i remember) so let's go! )

[mahealinskis]

Another day of OnlyOneOf being chaotic and Nine collecting men

translation

[potionofinstantdamage]

what's hermitcraft

academics point to the conclusion that it may be some kind of sex ritual

[bigshotspambot]

I don't how active you are on twt rn but ppl been seeing the keychain design as having a popped collar, probably unintentional but still cool, and so many artists have been drawing sneo (and some reg spams!) with a snazzy popped collar it's great 😭

CANNOT SAY NO TO EVIL SNEO. The sneo renaissance starts now

[heretodestroyou]

How to cast of hotd will act is they see reader fire bending , maybe like the castle was under attack and someone tried to attack one of the cast and reader had no chose but to spit out fire from her mouth

pairing(s); daemon targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen, aemond targaryen, alicent hightower x fem!firebender!reader

fandom; house of the dragon (HBO Max)

w/c; 412

trigger/content warnings; firebender!reader, canon-typical violence, both the targs and reader have fire immunity, canon divergence, there is no homophobia in westeros, the dragons never danced, unspecified battles

stella speaks! ahahaha finally writing again! i loved this request, tried to crank this out as quickly as possible

Daemon Targaryen's breath is stolen from his throat before the wave of heat dissapates. You'd never given any sign of any sort of power like this. Yes, you're a handmaiden-turned-consort, so the people of the court haven't exactly been kind to you, but now they have to be! Daemon's not about to usurp his brother, but trust he'll be extra bitter that he will never have the throne and Westeros will never have a firebending queen. Oh, and those not-so-nice-people in court? If you're ever before the king and someone mouthes off, Daemon's on it. He doesn't care who he just killed. The important thing is no one is smack-talking you.

If Rhaenyra Targaryen wasn't whipped before, she surely is now. She's fascinated by your firebending, even in the midst of some fight. Harwin Strong already has her thrown over his shoulder and is herding her to safety, but she's still scrambling to be near you. All she really wants is to watch you with those huge heart eyes. Afterwards, she'll insist you tell her show off everything you possibly can. Feasts are being thrown just for you and your new talent, and she calls you her "byka zaldrīzes" (little dragon) in private.

Aemond Targaryen's first honest thought is how to usurp Aegon. Listen, he loves Helaena (Aegon less so), but he just knows everything in Westeros would be right if he could be king and you could be queen. You two could conquer realms, lay waste to armies, even travel across the narrow sea! His mind is bursting with possibilities, and he's gotten together teams of historians to document everything they know about firebending and anything else you can tell them. His new favorite thing to do now is examine your hands, still confused at how there's not a single mark on them from all the firebending.

Whatever you were to Alicent Hightower before you breathed out a wall of fire and saved her life doesn't matter anymore. Now, you're her only Queensguard, made a white cloak, your name is written down as the firebreather, misogyny be damned. Anyone who even breathes a word that you're not suitable to protect the queen consort has their tongue pulled out with hot pincers. Otto tried to bring it upt to Viserys once, but Alicent threatened to have him banished from King's Landing and he's never spoken a word since. He's kind of afraid, since Alicent loves you more than she feras Otto now.

[winwintea]

Just for context, Lucas never did anything illegal. The initial rumours were about him having casual relationships with multiple women at the same time. It was a random Twitter account that started the rumours of him using his status as an idol to get women to sleep with him days after the initial accusations. Lucas apologized for the initial accusations (aka dating and cheating basically), none of which are crimes. They’re shitty things to do but not crimes. Whatever Tael did must be a whole other level to get police involved and immediate removal from NCT. We must be very very careful about comparing the two situations and act like cheating on someone is the same thing as sex crimes.

i'd like to say i'm pretty neutral on the lucas situation, don't hate or support him, but i've heard rumors of rape and sexual assault on his end as well, not sure of which are true. my personal issues with the lucas situation are how it almost tore wayv apart, and as someone who ults wayv, i don't want to see that happen to 127 as well.

my point lmao is not to say that they are the same, i'm just using lucas's situation as a basis for what's going on with taeil, and how much more extreme it is.

now that i understand more about this situation there's so many things that differ from lucas's situation.

taeil had no previous allegations or scandals, in fact sm decided to announce this themselves. lucas allegations were at least previously known to the public, and fan cafes closed down before he was ever put on hiatus.

THE MASS UNFOLLOWING IS CRAZY. i pay way too much attention to winwin lol, but he was clearly close with both taeil and lucas. The fact that winwin unfollowed taeil, but still follows lucas to this day, has me believing that taeil's situation is wayyy more serious than this.

sm usually waits for scandals to blow up for publicity (bruh) like the irene, lucas, seunghan situations, but if the allegations are extreme no one wants to be tied with a sex offender. lowkey thought they dgaf about that before, since lucas had sexual assualt allegations, but this may just prove that lucas's situation isn't true

[gender-premium-tm]

For the 6 characters ask I’m throwing Sanji your way

my boy!! my silly little guy!!! it may have been obvious but i loveeee drawing him

edit: changed the background bc i didn’t like it

[artbyfuji]

rosebird. but it's just hands...

[victarin]

fumbling around with more ideas for ?????? this. i have a few vague thoughts floating around in my brain & i need to develop them some more bc this feels like it’ll be fun (for me!)

so far all i have is being caught in a house with a very scary but loving glitch-ghost-being (think fnaf 4 minus the mauling!) (maybe a little bit of mauling. depending on your choices) (like a dating sim! platonically!) yes they are a little scary but it’s okay bc if they like you they’ll go catch a fish for you :)

[marimayscarlett]

I’m actually shook at how much Schneider aged in the past 4 years compared to the others. Without make up he looks 10 years older but it suit him well. The boys are at their peak this year. 60 year old men never looked better!

Hmmm.....

While I do agree that the band is peaking this year, especially in energy and having fun on stage, I am a bit lost for words at the rest of this ask...anons are really out to get Schneider today 👀

To complete this ask, some pictures of this ancient fossil we're talking about here, close to decaying apparently:

(again thank you to @wizzardclown for the 1+ pictures of this...ruins of a man I guess 👀 and thank you to @gothtoast for the support regarding the poll 🤲🏻)

[theangelcatalogue]

ima eat you like cake

-evil anon

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I am ACTUALLY a cake you see, not a human, just a cake :3

BUT NO YOU CAN'T EAT ME ‼️‼️

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[lillypuppetchild]

Christmas gift for my bbg 💞💞💖🏳️‍🌈💖🏳️‍🌈

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

im sorry for the rant but im just really fucking tired and i guess that blog from that last ask set off smth in our brain so just tw talk about ableism and abuse ect ect yknow

anyways people who demonize people with cluster b pds are genuinely just the most annoying mfs on the planet theres an extremely high likelyhood both my parents are cluster b (my mom possibly having bpd and my dad possibly having npd) and theyve both been horrifically abusive throughout my entire life and you will never in a million fucking years catch me demonizing innocent people or blaming all that abuse on their disorders. i can fucking acknowledge that my parents' untreated mental health issues affected the way they raised me and abused me without pinning all the blame soley on those mental health issues. my dad ACTIVELY chose not to get help, he ACTIVELY chose to go off the medication he was given, he ACTIVELY made the decision to be a raging abusive bigot who abused and neglected his child and fucking traumatized every person he came into contact with. that was his fucking decision, possible npd and other mental health issues be damned.

and like besides the fact that i think my dad possibly had npd, he was actually dx with bipolar disorder and adhd, both of which severely affected how he raised me but you dont see me going fucking "bipolar abuse!!! adhd abuse!!!" i believe my fathers intense hyperfixations on certain things led him to emotionally neglect me as a very young child and be generally emotionally absent BUT AGAIN you will never see me fucking calling what he did "adhd abuse" and also he fucking chose to not spend time with me, he chose to not be there for me even when he couldve been. my father was a physically, emotionally, psychologically abusive and neglectful piece of shit and i fucking refuse to ever call when he did "narcissistic abuse" because i refuse to ever let a disorder he possibly had take away responsibility for the pain he caused me and so many other people in my life. he could have been better. he fucking chose not to be better. i will not fucking do the same.

im just so fucking angry that ive been out here experiencing all the shit these fuckers are talking about and i still managed to not demonize innocent people with disorders they didnt ask to have who did absolutely fucking nothing to no one. rant over. love you all go drink some water

[bigshotspambot]

I had a question lingering on my head days ago,,, how does your addi spamton looks like?

I’ve never drawn him before! But I think he should be fluffy

Trying his best…..

[criceofpain]

soft boy jongseong who wants to wait to make your guys first time having sex together perfect but also he’s a 21 year old guy so he has Needs so cue the perfect solutions: dry humping, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, eating you out, basically everything but him actually entering you until he can create the perfect date night and ambience

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE WTF 🥹 jay's just a soft boy in general but can actually be a master in bed so i think he's gonna want to ease you into it until he knows you're already comfortable doing the deed.

of course you've got the kissing laid out. he's gonna transition into the making out phase, combining everything he can with the simple smacks—tongue, a subtle squeeze of your ass or even a touch on your tiddies (all with your consent ofc!). next, he's gonna take it to the next level and will be brazenly squeezing your tits, yanking your top down to see them jiggle. he's gonna start experimentally touching your clothed pussy and ever softly massage your clit just to get a reaction out of you.

if he ever see signs of discomfort, he's immediately going to stop and ask you if you're okay. once he has the go sign, he carries the plan on until you're letting him eat you out and him letting you suck his cock.

sixty-nine is definitely jay's most favorite position because the fact that you're sitting on his face while you take him in your mouth and with your skin against his to top everything off, he's going wild, and so are you. both of you are enjoying every bit of it.

now, onto the actual deed, he immediately goes for the mating press position just because he wants the sex to be intimate but hot at the same time. your legs are on his shoulders and he's got full access of your pussy so he's able to thrust deep inside you. the way your toes are curling turns him on more—that just means he's doing a good job.

the aftercare—oh, boy, i'm already melting as i type. he will run you a warm bubble bath with two bottles of wine on a desk beside the tub so you both can chill while you talk about you guys' first time. he's opened up the topic of shower sex, which you gladly respond to, but for now, he wants the aftercare to be wholesome.

he can have his way with you later on, because tonight is about you.

[superblysubpar]

Pls is there a part 2 to midnight city I want to know morning after and how everyone reacts to it because phew

A/N: When I originally posted midnight city on the old blog, this was one of my only fics that kept getting asked for part twos and I loved writing it, but really didn't know where to go. I guess, this lucky anon was the magical number to finally inspire this. And I will say, I do have a mini series all about Modern Steve coming out soon called "We'll Call it Love" - I hope you stick around for some more modern Steve.

But for you, anon & all of the wonderful people who asked for part 2? A little morning after blurb - enjoy 💋

Frozen:

part one: "Midnight City" | part two

modern!steve harrington x fem! reader

Summary: Steve Harrington still looks good in the morning. Your meddling friends have impeccable timing, but Steve and you still find time to get a little lost in each other. | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 1k-3k

Warnings: unprotected piv intercourse - creampie, petnames, Steve had stolen your shirt?, underwear found by friends

Lilac morning light falling across your eyelids as you wake from a dream you can’t quite remember, naked body stretching across soft sheets, arms under the pillow beneath your head. Lazily waking up in a bed that’s not your own, but somehow already feels like home. You let out a quiet yawn as you roll onto your side, eyes fluttering open at the warm breath that hits your cheek.

You bite your bottom lip as you take in the sleeping figure next to you. Steve’s face sharing your pillow, hair shorter than you’ve ever seen it before last night. His eyes moving in a dream under his closed eyelids, arms tucked under his chest, his back and shoulder muscles flexing as he shifts in his sleep.

You can’t help but watch him, taking in every slight twitch of a finger, a hitched breath, a snore - feeling like you’re watching an intimate and vulnerable version of the boy who keeps himself so guarded normally. His pink lips, soft and parted slightly, blowing air out in slow breaths and you’re a little mesmerized by them, remembering just how intimate you got with them last night.

You scoot your body slightly closer, sheets falling from your bare shoulder as your fingertips trace a light pattern across his back, your lips grazing his bicep, your body nudging into his.

You hear his breath shift as your fingers graze down his spine and back up, over his neck and scratching the back of his scalp. He moans a little, face burying itself in the shared pillow as you continue to scratch and card your fingers through the shorter hair and he stretches. 

He finally opens his eyes as he turns his face towards yours. Eyes that aren’t quite blue nor green, mixing to form a color that reminds you of getting lost, blink at you and he smiles slowly, his voice deep and rough with sleep, “Good morning.”

His hand reaches over, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, trailing down your neck, shoulder, and your arm, all the way to the hand that had found its way to his chest and he lifts it and kisses your palm. 

You feel your body warm at the gesture and he smirks, kissing your wrist and up your arm, scooting his body closer to yours until your skin to skin and you feel just how happy he is to see you this morning. 

You whisper, afraid to pop the bubble that you’re in as he buries himself into your neck, “Morning, Steve.”

Soft kisses, down the column of your neck as he hums as a reply back to you, his hand on your lower back buzzing soft circles into your skin. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and yet your stomach is flipping, toes curling and breath hitching every time his scruff catches and tickles your skin. You feel his morning erection pressed to your thigh twitch as his teeth nip your earlobe gently. 

Lips trailing down your jaw as your eyelids flutter closed and you whisper, “Steve.”

His reply is not with words, but lips finding yours, swallowing your quiet sighs, his fingertips slipping down the curves of your body until he’s pulling his fingers through your wet folds and you shiver against him. 

Both of you wrap your arms around each other, pulling one another tighter as his tongue dips out and licks your bottom lip. His length slips between your legs as you rotate your hips over him, easily sliding together from your slick. 

Panting into him as he sucks your bottom lip between his own, hand pressing your head closer as his other lifts your thigh higher and over his hip, sliding his tip through your folds and teasing at your entrance. 

You press yourself harder against him and both of you gasp as he slowly pushes into you, slowly falling deeper until it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, filling you fully. Hand guiding your body, he starts thrusting into you, softly, easy, slow. He’s rolling you to your back, his lips moving over yours in a matching, agonizing pace.

Nose bumping against yours as hands find each other’s, his grip tight as he’s pushing them up over your head, burying himself fully inside you and he pushes you down into the mattress. Steve’s pace is teasing, giving you everything you want and then taking it away. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting into you further and harder each time, curls of hair hitting your sensitive nerves with each thrust, rubbing together creating a friction that has you moaning into his mouth. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking together as you drive your heels into him, forcing him even deeper and to stay put longer, and he laughs a little, nipping at your lips as you roll your hips against him. He releases one of your hands, fingers falling between your bodies as he presses soft figure eights into your swollen clit and your body jolts against him. Thrusting into you slowly, fingers circling and his lips back to yours has the band in your stomach stretched as far as it can go, ready to fall apart all over him. 

Steve whispers against your mouth, “Come on baby, give into it.”

You whimper against him, his hips never relenting in their lazy but brutal thrusts, sure he’s leaving bruises deep inside of you with each one. Your back starts to arch off of the bed, gasping his name as you feel your walls tightening around him. 

His other hand drags your jaw open as his kisses get a little hungrier, swallowing your screams as he presses his fingers into your clit harder, thrusting a little faster and you can’t hold it off any longer, begging him to fall apart with you.

He moans at your request, hands forgetting their previous positions and he wraps his arms around your back, holding you against his body and he suddenly thrusts into you quicker. Deeper, faster, you’re screaming into each other’s mouths, panting out one another’s names breathlessly. He holds you tightly against him and as you feel him twitch inside of you, painting your insides with his own high, you fall apart too, stars in your vision as you grip tightly to his back, lips pushing against his frantically as you ride out your orgasms together. 

Holding each other, sweating temples pressed together, the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and Steve and you’re unsure why it took so long to figure out, but there was no going back now. 

“What are you thinking about?” His voice is softer and quieter than you’re used to. Opening your eyes you see his dancing around your face, fingers tightening on your back as he sighs against you. 

You kiss his chin, hands wrapped around his neck as your fingers scratch up and behind his ears, laughing into his jaw, “That I wish we could freeze this moment. Because as soon as everyone finds out it’s going to be I told you so’s up the wazoo and Robin is going to-”

His eyes go wide and he gasps, “Shit!”

He’s pulling himself away from you, both of you wincing at the quick and sudden loss and you pull the sheet around you and watch him frantically pull clothes from his dresser and yank them on haphazardly as you speak, “It was the wazoo wasn't it? You find me horribly unattractive now? You know, as I was saying it I really-”

He came over and kissed you once quickly and laughed, “I loved the wazoo, I love-”

He stopped himself and your eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, tapping your nose before he buttoned his jeans, “I love that we have wonderful friends who are going to be here in less than five minutes for brunch.”

Too caught up in the chaos of his statement, his previous almost slip-up fades to the back of your mind as you search for where pieces of your clothing got thrown the night before. 

He tosses you a shirt that could be yours.

Wait.

It is yours.

You hold it up, “Why do you have this? I have been looking for this for months..”

He squints, scratches his jaw and points at the window and you turn to look and he dashes out the bedroom door as a loud buzzing falls from his entryway, signaling that someone had arrived downstairs. 

You call out as you pull yourself together quicker than you ever have, “Don’t think you’re off the hook buddy! I accused Robin, Nancy, and Eddie of stealing this! My favorite band tshirt and you had it the whole time?!”

His voice calls out quietly from the kitchen, “What? I can’t hear you?”

You mumble under your breath about how you were dating a pervert and your hands stop in your hair. You were dating right? I mean, Steve wrote his goddamn name in your pussy and he had your tshirt and you’re pretty sure he almost just said I love you. You had to be dating.

Right?

You rounded the corner in the hallway, barefoot soft steps to see him staring at a set of coffee mugs as you asked, “Steve?”

He handed you a mug with coffee exactly as you took it and you smiled, but frowned as you set it down, “Are we dating? What do we tell people? Cause in about five-”

The melodic “secret” knock of Robin tapped on the door before it opened, her humming and arrogant smirk filling the apartment. Nancy’s and Eddie’s directly behind her.

Eddie grinned, “Oh good, Y/N. You’re here already.”

You folded your arms, refusing to give them even an inch of fuel for their fire, “Yep.”

They all smiled like triplet Cheshire cats, glances bouncing between you and then at Steve who was finding something in the other room extremely interesting. 

Robin walked further into the apartment, a box of donuts sliding onto the counter as she tapped it, looking between you and her best friend as she said, “Well, we tried to call a bunch of times to see if you needed a ride. But, looks like Harrington beat us to it.”

Steve choked on his coffee and you glared at her.

“Yeah, I tried calling too, you must have been busy.”

And here you thought Nancy was supposed to be the mature one.

Eddie lifted his finger and pointed to the living room, “I-”

You interrupted in a yell, “We had sex! Okay? Everyone happy? Got that out of your systems? Can we all be adults please?”

Robin and Nancy grinned, Eddie mashed his lips together and Steve tapped your shoulder and you spun on him, “What? They were going to find out anyways and-”

He nodded slightly and you followed the gaze of his eyes to your underwear hanging on the plant where Eddie had been pointing originally. 

You growled something about everyone keeping their mouths shut, grabbed the offending item of clothing and closed the door to his bedroom as you fell face first onto his bed. 

Steve wasn’t too far behind you, slipping in through the door and clicking it closed softly before poking your side, “Come on, it’s not so bad.”

Your phone buzzed three times and you pulled it out and huffed, showing it to him. Ignoring the million missed calls and texts and focusing on the most recent three in the group text. 

Robin: So, we did establish I’m the best man and Nance is the maid of honor right?

Nancy: They were really cute underwear Y/N, if that makes you feel any better. 

Eddie: Need us to make ourselves scarce? 

You peeked over your folded arms at Steve biting his cheek as you heard Eddie and Robin yelling through the door about being best man’s, flower girls, and so on. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. All this extra pressure and nonsense, it made it confusing and it would hurt even more if it didn't work out. Thoughts you hadn’t even cared to think about last night because you were too caught up in the moment now flooding your brain. 

Steve laid on the bed next to you, his crossed arms next to yours as his chin rested on them and he whispered, “I’d like the answer to be yes by the way.”

You sighed, “Yes? To what?”

He smiled, rolling to his side and wrapping his arm around you, tugging you closer like it was natural and a thing you’d done with each other for years, not one night. He kissed your forehead, “Dating. I’d like the answer to be yes.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, legs tangling together as your arms wrapped around his neck and you nodded, stomach floating with butterflies, “I’d like that too.”

He kissed down your jaw and whispered, “And as far as telling the others…something tells me they already know.” 

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling a familiar scent of Steve in a new way, laughing through your embarrassment. He pulled your face up gently, kissing your nose before your lips tenderly. A lot had happened, and more would, and no doubt there was plenty to figure out. But for now, it was just you and him and that was all that mattered. 

Hearing something about how the suit would look better on Robin over Eddie, you smiled.

Well, mostly it was just you and him.