#LETS GET TO 200 🎉 🎉

[gyustarzzi]

OH. MY. GODDDDDDD ARE U SERIOUS?? 😮

never in my life would I see this number of followers but OMLLL. GUYS LET'S GET TO 200 FOLLOWERS AHHH.

TYSM GUYSS I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE POOKIES 🫂💗

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[justkennadi]

Nsfw alphabet Wolverine💛💙

Notes: Hellloooooo Everyone… Ok so I did see the wonderful Wolverine and Deadpool movie and now I’m obsessed with this man and this character. Like specifically this Hugh jackman wolverine. I’m gonna admit right now…I never cared about Wolverine until seeing that movie. I never saw any of the other movies either😭 I barely even know what the “X-men” are. My dad is the marvel fan so he kinda just puts me on and is the only reason I care about these hero movies to begin with… Soooo I’m sorry to any long time fans… but anyways because I just cannot stop thinking about this movie and this guy I’m doing my first ever nsfw alphabet thingy! ✨🎉🎊 Yippie!!

I mighttt do a sfw version. But I dunno, I’ve only ever seen this one movie so I might miss important little pieces of his character but I really just wanna do this so yeah😞. Sorry for rambling, I hope everyone enjoysss 👍🏾👍🏾

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don’t let that grump personality fool you, Logan is honestly really sweet after everything is all over. He has some towels nearby to help clean you off and he’ll even offer you water. He’s experienced so he knows what he’s doing. Sometimes if he feels like he was too rough with you he’ll even try to massage your sore muscles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of he had to pick would be his arms. He spends a lot of time keeping up his fit and strong appearance. Especially his biceps, and they’re honestly your favorite part of him too.

His favorite part of you is your hips. He loves squeezing them even when he’s not in bed. He loves watching them sway as you walk. How they look in skirts and nice dresses… It’s the first thing he noticed about you and they kinda drive him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Logan doesn’t jack off a lot (he’d rather drink tbh) and with the constant missions he’s too busy to really… “relieve himself” so whenever he did get with someone he’d cum alot.

He did a lot of one night stands before you. Just meaningless sex to get off. But you changed everything. Cumming was so much better with someone he actually cared about. He loved it.

He still came quite a bit. It had no real taste or anything either.

He doesn’t care where either but he likes watching you swallow it or just watching it disappear in you in general.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you somewhere public. Even better if there’s a huge risk of being caught. He never will ask but he really hopes one day you’ll try and initiate it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Given that he’s almost 200, he has…quite a bit. Like said before he did a lot of one night stands between missions so he eventually picked up on a lot. He knows what makes people tick.

So of course when you came along he could tell what you’d like just by how you’d walk. And of course he’s very attentive so any squirming or noise you made he’d pay attention to it all and remember for the future.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything he can see your face in. He doesn’t care. He’s honestly not a big fan of doggy either but if you like it he’ll do it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a bit serious but not super serious. He’ll laugh at a few things but he won’t be telling too many jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He actually keeps himself pretty neat down there. He likes to keep things shaven enough so the people that do go down on him don’t get mouthfuls of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Let’s just say the better he knows you, the more intimate he is. Oh course with his one night stands he didn’t care if people finished or not and that’s just how it was. Kinda cold tbh.

With you he’s pretty intimate especially the closer y’all are. He likes to hold you close to him and sometimes if he’s feeling really sweet and sappy he’ll stare into your eyes more…

He’s not too too sweet but he’s sweet enough for being Logan.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He never really used to jack off. Didn’t feel the appeal. Before he really got into sleeping around he’d just drink. Somehow it helped curve his lust. Then when he started sleeping with a bunch of others he jerked off even less. And when you came into his life..even less. If you two didn’t have sex for a while and he was super desperate and missing you he’d rub a quick one out. Desperate times, desperate measures!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Other than exhibitionism and sometimes just plain dirty talking,……primal play. He’s always been a feral guy so it makes sense. He never considered it before you but you really changed him. He wasn’t into it at first though because he was scared he’d hurt you but once you said it was ok and taught him what a safe word was he tried it and it changed his life. Deep down he really loved being a bit more primal in bed with you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t care or have a favorite place. Most of the time y’all end up in his bed or wherever y’all are sleeping for the night but he doesn’t care where in the end.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Before you, nothing… he didn’t care much as long as the person has a fuckable hole. He preferred women but if it was a guy he wouldn’t mind.

When you came into his life, it was everything. The way you’d talk, move, dress even sometimes. He has a lot of self control though so you weren’t aware of how crazy you drove him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t wanna hurt you. He doesn’t wanna yell hurtful things at you either. You once brought up him using his claws and jut flat out declined. How would he even incorporate them? Just no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Before you, he’d rather receive. That was kinda the whole point of sleeping around the way he would, to get off.

After he met you he became obsessed with getting you off. And he was really good at it too of course with all his experience. He loved fingering and using his tongue at the same time but if you had a preference he’d obey immediately. He just loved getting you off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Logan was normally just lazy and sensual. He didn’t care about being a top or bottom but he’d normally default to bottom. He was never too crazy with his one night stands. He’d only be fast and rough if he was mad enough which was rare. He didn’t like hurting people during sex.

When you came along he kinda stayed the same but if you’d ask him to be a certain way he would. He didn’t like being rough with you either too much honestly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them. Of course with you he’d rather spend more time making love to you but if time didn’t allow it he’d totally be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d experiment with the primal play thing but other than that ehhh… once Deadpool suggested a threesome, and though Logan considered it for a second he said no. Maybe if he was drunk enough…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Being the way he is, he can go all night. This man had a lot of stamina it was actually kinda insane. Of course he’d be more tired after a mission but at minimum he could go for maybe 5, 6 rounds if that was the case?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t really care for toys honestly. He didn’t hate them he’d just rather not. He always was like that too even before you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes if he was a bit drunk he’ll tease but he doesn’t really do it much. It’s rare..

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan’s never been too loud. He definitely grunts and groans and when he gets with you he moans a bit too. But other than that he’s quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s different things saying different things about his sexuality but I saw something about him behind bi and I agree

Did he or did he not fuck Deadpool in that Honda odyssey😭

I just don’t think he cared who he ended up sleeping with as long as he got off

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s girthy. I firmly belief it idc. I forgot the average length but I think he’d be like 6 and a halfish. Oh and he knows how to use it too of course

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like said he never cared to jack off but sometimes he did get a bit needy from time to time so that’s what lead to the in between mission fucks. With you he’d be good if y’all did it at least a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With the random people he’d sleep with, immediately. He didn’t care as long as he got off, came and the other person was done.

With you though he couldn’t until he knew you were good. Sometimes he would lay still for a bit to catch his breath but after a bit he would do his usual aftercare with you and sometimes he would wait until you feel asleep first.

[tragedy-of-commons]

Congrats on 200 followers!!! You deserve everything with how much you’ve made me giggle with your stories!🎉

For your 200 followers event? May I request; Dan Heng + “Let’s meet again, in our next life…” + romantic + angst (I’m not sure if you accept the genre)

I think I’m gonna go crazy with how much angst and fluff I consume in a day

"Let's meet again, in our next life..."

It's a nice sentiment. It really is.

It also just so happened to be the best thing you could come up with, considering you're too focused on the stuttering breaths and tremors wracking Dan Heng's form. He must find it insulting, really, that you'd bring up his disposition like this, but you don't know if he can even hear you at all right now.

The storm normally brewing behind his eyes is replaced by a glazed sheen that you desperately want to remedy. You can barely find it in yourself to speak, words slurring together and becoming lost in the whiplash of the tears and shock. But you keep going. That's about all you can do.

"You--you always said I'd make a good professional nuisance. Well, that one time, anyway - I laughed so hard you didn't talk to me for two days," you ramble, threading your fingers through his matted hair. Your fingernails are caked in red, and it probably doesn't feel good in the slightest, but he doesn't even tense.

Dan Heng is still.

You sniffle, words garbled. "M-Maybe I'll peddle something door-to-door... like vacuum cleaners. Shitty ones that don't even come with a handheld and break right after the warranty expires. You'll o-open your door one day, and sparks will fly all over again."

This hypothetical scene you'd normally be pitching to him over a hearty breakfast or under the twinkling stars doesn't make either of you laugh. Instead you feel bile crawl up the length of your esophagus, threatening to spew with the rest of your guts if you persist with this poor charade.

"Or maybe you'll slam the door in my face. I don't know what could happen," you admit, because of course you don't. You don't know anything else but Dan Heng's nauseatingly cold skin and clammy hands.

There's a small number of people in this universe that will accept you. There's an even smaller number of people who will love you, that will let you inside their heart, no matter how much of a professional nuisance you may be. Finally, there's an infinitesimal amount of people - really just one - who will let you love them in return, despite it all.

And he has just slipped right through the gaps of your fingers.

"Even if you do," you hiccup violently, biting your tongue until you taste iron, "I'll stand out there all night until you recognize me."

There's no response except the buzzing of cicadas, tapping on the soft spot right between your eyes in a dull ache that hurts so bad you can't breathe.

If that's a good or bad thing, it doesn't matter; Dan Heng is not here to soothe the pain with mild-mannered but gentle platitudes. Dan Heng is not here to squeeze your hand back as you try in vain to keep up the one-sided effort.

You are alone, even as you sweep away his bloodied knot of bangs, leaning forward to press your quivering lips against his forehead tenderly.

"You k-know I would," you plead, whispering against his eyebrows and mangled nose, a tiny part of you still holding out for a sign that he's still with you - that he understands how much you love him, even if you didn't say it as much as you should've. "Dan Heng..."

Those three little words are on the tip of your tongue, foreign. It feels like an insult, knowing he won't be able to hear them. Even so, you choke the syllables out, actualizing years of subtle acts of service and inside jokes and wonderful chemistry that you'll never get to share with him again. Cradling your best friend and only treasure, you weep.

When you're torn from his side by first responders, clawing and gasping in abject hysteria, you struggle further, begging anyone who will listen not to take him away. You know he's already gone, you see it in the stiffness of his shoulders as you're dragged away, but you need him. You need Dan Heng, and you need him in not just the next life, but in this one too.

Time passes by in an unpleasant blur, reminiscent of a slideshow. Between clicks, whole days bleed into one another. You feel like you're slathered with monochrome and grayscale while stood against a background teeming with color, terribly out of place and clashing with your surroundings.

Click, you're standing in one place, and then you're not.

Click, you're lying down, only somewhat aware that if you turn over on your side, you'll be met with the barren right side of the bed. Click, you're mulling over flower arrangements and funerary rites without a hint of life in your voice.

Time has never been on Dan Heng's side, you know that for certain. He'd confided in you a few times - in whispers over poorly brewed coffee and in the middle of chaste kisses - that he may never be truly free from the shackles of his past.

Even so, you love him. You'll love him for the rest of your life, and hopefully, all throughout your next one as well. If not, you hope, with all of your shared memories at your back, that Dan Heng will find peace in his next incarnation.

You, however, won't be finding peace until you show up soliciting on his doorstep, peddling those shitty vacuum cleaners.

Until then, you suppose, choking on your tears of yearning.

🏷️: @akutasoda, @aviiarie, @lowkeyren, @synqiri

a/n: did i cry a few times while writing this one? yes. are you evil for forcing me to do this? yes. did i absolutely love every second of it? yes. by the same token, i'm glad i've made you giggle, anon! <3 loved this prompt.

event post here

[crheativity]

ruggie and 7am sleeping in, for the event, please!!! and congrats on 200 followers!!! <3 💖💖💖🎉🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳💗💗💗

WARNINGS: Ruggie is a little gremlin, he totally does this on purpose hehe. We love him though >:3

COMMENTS: Aaa thank you so much Kei!!! Sorry this took a while, I hope you like it!!

If you'd like to request something for my 200 followers event, details can be found here.

You hated your alarm clock. 

Typically, on a day such as this, your alarm clock blaring meant that it was time to get out of the warm comfort of your bed and get ready for school, before beginning the process of dragging Grim out of bed. 

But not today, you thought, slamming the stop button on the clock. It was Saturday. 

And Saturday meant you could sleep in. 

Pulling the covers back over your head, you smiled sleepily and closed your eyes. Everything planned for the day could wait. Right now, it was time for some much needed rest. 

Until someone banged on the door.

You groaned and shoved your pillow over your head. Ace and Deuce could wait. You were not prepared to sacrifice your precious morning just to drag those two out of trouble. 

And yet, the knocking didn’t stop. 

“Oi, Prefect! Open up!”

Wait, that didn’t sound like Ace or Deuce. 

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled to the door. Unlocking it quickly, you threw the door open, planning to deal with whoever it was quickly and go back to sleep. 

However, it seems like fate had other plans for you that day. 

“Hey, Prefect.” Your boyfriend, Ruggie Bucchi leaned against the doorframe, grinning. His grin grew wider as he took in your appearance. “Did I wake you up? Sorry.” 

At least he had the decency to sound contrite, you thought grumpily. “It’s fine, what do you need?”

He chuckled and held up a basket. “I got some food, wanna have a picnic?”

You groaned internally. Why’d Ruggie have to pick today of all days? “You mean right now…?” 

“Yup! This morning’s the only time I have off all day. Figured the best way to spend it would be with my darlin’ Prefect. Shishishi.” He laughed and flashed a mischievous smile.

He’s enjoying this way too much, you thought grumpily. 

You chewed the inside of your mouth, hesitating. On the one hand, you loved your new boyfriend dearly. On the other hand, you’d really been looking forward to this…

You sighed, decision made. “Alright Ruggie, just let me get dressed and I’ll be down.”

He grinned. “Sweet, thanks Prefect. See you in a minute?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I’ll be back in a sec.”

You turned and made your way up the stairs, leaving the door open in case he wanted to wait inside. You hummed to yourself. This wasn’t the way you’d planned to spend your morning, but you found yourself more energised and excited about the day than you had been before. Maybe that had something to do with the cute boy waiting downstairs that knew just what to say to get your heart to beat faster.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[cheritzteam]

The Man with a Sense of Perfectionism! Or an Avoidant Person? The Man Who Cannot Be Defined in One Word, 💙Henri’s💙 Birthday Event Announcement

Hello, dear lab participant.

We bring you news on Henri’s birthday events for 2024.

< ① City of Free Men : Celebratory Lab >

For the following period, a Celebratory Lab📚 celebrating Henri’s birthday this year will open in the City of Free Men.

Congratulate Henri’s birthday🎉 with other lab participants,and try your chances at becoming a lucky lab participant(5 Korean, 5 international users) for a reward of 200 Aurora Batteries!

♥Bonus Event♥ Use both dedicated hashtags #TheSsum #TheSsum_Henri_Birthday on X(Twitter), Tumblr, Instagram, or Tikok, and share a screenshot of your study post on social media!

10 lucky winners will receive 200 Aurora Batteries🎁

Event Period: August 20th, 2024 (Tue) 9 AM ~ August 29th, 2024 (Thu) 9 AM KST* Winner Announcement: September 12th, 2024 (Thu) KST *Posts will not disappear after the open period, but you will not be able to write new posts.

※Disclaimer※ * We’ll reach out to the Bonus Event winners via social media DM. Make sure to reply to us in 10 days. * For Instagram users - you should DM us a link to your post via our official account(@thessum_official) to ensure that your post is noticed. * Posts should be set to public until winner announcement, and plagiarism is prohibited.

< ② Seasonal Content >

For Henri, who is getting to know himself through his relationship with Lab Participant, a birthday is... ?

Let’s meet him together to make it a special day!

Press the Happy Birthday🍰 button under the Day display to make a special call📞 and receive a memorable photo📸 of your Ssumone.

You will also earn an exclusive Trivial Feature for Henri’s Birthday 2024 to add to your collection.

Seasonal Content open on: August 26th, 2024 (Mon), for a day (Based on your time zone) Seasonal Content includes: Commemorative Call + Photo Memento + Trivial Feature

*Commemorative Calls and Photo Mementos can be revisited at any time after unlocking in your Milky Way calendar and Gallery.

Also, don't forget to collect game-access rewards that will be available throughout the birthday event period🎁

Game-Access Rewards available through: August 20th, 2024 (Tue) 9 AM ~ August 29th, 2024 (Thu) 9 AM KST In-Game Access Reward: 10 Aurora Batteries + 3 Massage Chair

We hope you have a great birthday party with Henri, dear lab participant💙

Thank you.

Cheritz

[pjoxreader]

PJO Boys Reacting to a Period Cramp Simulator (200 Follower Special)

((Thank you all for 200 followers! This is just something a little silly I wrote up but I hope you like it! 🥹🎉))

Leo Valdez

-Leo is fireproof. Not zap proof. He tapped out at level 5 as he started to curl up in on himself as he both cried out in pain and laughter between the breaks, as honestly he was surprised it hurt this badly. Was never ever going to bother Piper during that time of month again, his life would be on the line. Made it to level 5 before he tapped out.

Frank Zhang 

-Someone save this man. Doubles over in pain curls up into a ball as he lets out a low groan of pain until someone manages to grab the remote from Frank’s rolling around. Ends up dealing with it the longest sense he was writhing and dragging the remote with him. He managed to get to level 9 only because he accidentally rolled over it and turned it up.

Percy Jackson

-Tries to keep a straight face, but once it gets to the higher levels his lip starts twitching. Annabeth gets annoyed and puts it to ten making him fall off his chair with a bunch of apologies begging them to turn it off. Got to level 10 but pissed Annabeth off.

Jason Grace

-Goes in expecting it to not be that bad, taps out the second it gets past the fifth level. Is partly convinced that that’s a torture method to get people to talk. Made it to level 6 before he forfeited deciding it really wasn’t worth it.

Nico Di Angelo

-Manages to keep a straight face but his leg gives him away by bouncing, much to his embarrassment. He ends up shadow traveling a lot for different sanitary products. Because honestly it’s worth losing the energy if he ends up on the girls good side when they’re in that much pain. Made it to level 9.

Will Solace

-His medical books and knowledge could not prepare him for this. Managed to at least make it to 7 before he couldn’t take it anymore, honestly felt like throwing up and almost did. Thankfully he didn’t at the very least but he was definitely giving the ladies the stronger pain medication for cramps from now on. Screw whatever the book said. Level 7 before giving up.

Grover Underwood

-Was the most nervous to do this and went last, he only got to four before he gave up but no one had the heart to tell him he got last. Since he went through with it and was nothing but kind to the girls during that time of month even before this, the girls unanimously agreed to say he made it to level 6. Much to Leo’s annoyance who complained about it being rigged for months. Made it to level 4 but pity and love got him to level 6.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Congrats on your 200 followers! 🥳🎉

I'd like to request 12 - "friends don't do this kind of shit." from the smut prompts with Steven Grant ❤

Hidden Love

--genre: SMUT & fluff

--pairing: steven grant x afab!reader

--word count: 1.0k

--warnings: language, oral (m receiving), some pretty heavy make-out sessions, sub!steven(ish), mentions of alcohol, cum eating, sweet sweet fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @magnusedom

Being friends with Steven was easy, he wasn’t an asshole, he wasn’t pretentious, and he definitely wasn’t mean. You could go on for hours about Steven, but you can’t, because it would ultimately lead to you admitting that you’re in love with him. 

It’s Friday night, which means it was dinner and movie night. You two opted for ordering dinner instead of making it and putting on a shitty rom-com. Laying on his bed, you focus on the laptop in front of you. You two were basically on top of each other, arms and legs entangled, his head resting on your chest. The mood was cozy, yet thoughts of you two were plaguing your mind. 

Little did you know, Steven was thinking the same thing. Neither of you wanted to ruin the friendship you had if you brought up your feelings to one another; not knowing both of you felt the same way. 

Maybe it was the wine you had during dinner, but a sudden spark of confidence erupted in your system. Throwing your leg over his thigh, your hips angle at a position that makes Steven’s eyes flicker down to them, his mind wandering to more vulgar thoughts. He knows that he needs to take things slow, just in case he’s wrong about the entire situation. Bringing the hand that was resting on your shoulder, he lowers it down to the side of your torso and starts to softly caress the supple flesh there. 

At the sudden touch, your heart picks up a beat. You don’t want to push the moment anymore, still hesitant to initiate anything more than innocent touching. Looking back at the screen, the credits started to roll, yet the both of you haven’t moved. “What should we watch next? I was thinking–”, looking back at Steven, he’s already looking at you. You nervously giggle, “Is there something wrong, Steven?” 

He sits up swiftly, the sudden closeness causing your breath to stutter. Looking into his eyes, he looks down at your lips and then back into your eyes. Throwing away your thoughts, you bring a hand up to his face and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is full of need for each other, all the feelings for each other poured into this one moment. 

Out of nowhere, a wave of anxiety floods through your mind, causing you to pull away from his kiss. “W–Wait, Steven,” pulling away, his face full of concern, “friends don’t do this kind of shit.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment. 

You feel two hands gently hold your wrist as they slowly pull them away from your eyes, revealing a worried Steven, “Well, maybe we aren’t just friends, love.” 

The worry on your face falls into a look of disbelief, unable to speak, Steven breaks the silence for you, “Please, darling, kiss me again.”

His request was a wake-up call, prompting you to lean in for another kiss, your hands roaming over his weirdly strong chest and shoulders, “Jesus Steven, when did you get so buff?”

“I was this whole time, you’ve just never been close enough to feel it,” a teasing tone littering his voice. 

You push him on his back, taking your shirt off while he’s lying there, enjoying the view in front of him, “I can get close Steven. I can get very close if you want me to.”

Steven lets out a low moan as he watches you strip in front of him, “Fuck (Y/N)...Are you trying to torture me, love?”

Placing yourself at the foot of the bed, you unbuckle his belt, taking your time as you pull down his boxers and pants, throwing them off to the side. Watching his hard cock spring out from under his clothing makes your core ache with need, but you know that tonight is for him. You’re tired of keeping your feelings to yourself, and now you’re going to show him exactly what you’ve been feeling. 

Taking his length into your hand, you lean down to pepper kisses to his tip, looking up through your eyelashes at his reaction. His head is thrown back as far as it can while he’s lying down, his hands gripping the sheets, and his breathing becoming heavier. 

Resting your head on his thigh, you take in the sight of his, now throbbing, cock. It pleases you that the little amount of touching drives him mad. You stroke his cock slow, painfully slow. More moans leave his mouth as you start to tighten your grip, his thigh below you tensing. 

“D–Darling…oh fuck. I’m gonna cum…”

Raising your head from his thigh, you put him in your mouth and sink as far as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat. It didn’t take long for him to spill his seed inside of you, the warmth of your mouth pushing him through the finish line. 

You didn’t take him out of your mouth until you knew for certain that he was done cumming, wanting to savor every last drop. 

Steven was exhausted, even though your touch wasn’t there for long, the teasing was enough to make him lay there and catch his breath. Coming up from your knees, you crawl back onto the mattress and him. Your sudden appearance makes his eyes snap open, and the softest smile grows on his face as he looks at you. He’s truly looking at you with the knowledge that the secret is finally out. 

Laying your body onto his, he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. There were no more words said for the rest of the night, bliss filling the quiet space. You two went to bed relieved, the weight of a hidden love finally lifted, and the weight of you planted firmly on his chest. 

--author's note: OMG, my first moon knight fic???? i do have a headcannon for the boys, but never got to posting it because i got nervous...LOL. thank you so much for this request, don't tell anyone but steven is my fav to write from the mk system :0. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, ily bye<333

[odinsblog]

SCOTT HALL has pleaded GUILTY to 5 Counts. He was initially charged with:

1 count of RICO, 2 counts of Consp. to Commit Election Fraud, 1 count of Consp. to Commit Computer Theft, 1 count of Consp. to Commit Computer Trespass, 1 count of Consp. to Commit Computer Invasion of Privacy, & 1 count of Consp. to Defraud the State.

Hall is pleading to misdemeanors only as part of the agreement. He will be on probation for FIVE YEARS, fined $5,000 dollars, conduct 200 hours of community service, and write a letter of apology to the state of Georgia.

A live video of a court proceeding showed Hall pleaded guilty to five counts of conspiracy to commit intentional interference with the performance of election duties, a misdemeanor charge. The plea agreement calls for Hall to be sentenced to five years of probation and pay a $5,000 fine, a prosecutor said at the hearing.

He will also be required to testify against other defendants in the case.

Hall chartered the plane to Coffee County, GA and was present during the voting machine break-in. He flipped to get probation.

One down, 18 to go!

Let the flippin’ & snitchin’ commence 🎉🥳🎊🎁🍾

👉🏿 https://www.reuters.com/article/usa-trump-georgia-hall/trump-ally-scott-hall-agrees-to-plea-deal-in-georgia-elections-case-idUSKBN30Z1UU

👉🏿 https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/29/us/georgia-trump-scott-hall-guilty-plea.html

[sissylittlefeather]

10 - E - And you already know my depraved ass is going to need as much smut as you can forcibly pack into 500 words, baby doll! 😘

I'm so happy for you!

Congratulations on 200! 🎉 ❤️

Thank you so much!!! Love you 😘!

Alright, this is short, but it got dirrttyyy. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, almost choking if you squint, Elvis calls himself "daddy" in a sexual context

Prompt: "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" With '69-'73 Vegas Elvis

The second the curtain drops, Elvis heads backstage, trying to hide the fact that he has a massive erection. The energy from the show and the way this particular suit rubbed against him created an effect that he enjoyed more than he wanted to.

"Where's my wife?" He calls, rearranging his belt again to keep his dick pressed up against his lower stomach.

"I'm here, baby." You call out from where you are standing backstage chatting with the Sweet Inspirations about the show.

"C'mere." He does a motion with his fingers that is undeniably sexual and turns you on more than you care to admit. That man drives you crazy in all the best ways.

You walk over to where he's standing and he throws his arm around you and damn near drags you to his dressing room. You start to get a little concerned at his urgency. When you get there, he pushes you inside and closes the door behind himself and quickly locks it.

"Baby, what--?"

"I need your help with this." He moves his belt so that his erect dick becomes visible. You can't contain the laughter that spills out of you in a cascade of giggles. He puts his hands on his hips and looks at the ceiling, embarrassed and trying not to laugh.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He looks down at you as you continue to laugh, tears squeezing out of your eyes, and starts laughing with you, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry... it's just... how long were you hiding that on stage?!"

"Long enough. Now I have to be back out there in less than an hour, are you going to help me or not? I'd rather have you, but if you won't then..." he waves his left hand in the air and gestures with the other for you to leave.

"No, no, I'm sorry." You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist, tipping your face up towards him. He leans over and kisses you, wrapping himself around you. He kisses down your neck, nibbling on your ear for a bit. It doesn't take long for your arousal to match his and before you know it, he's got your shirt off and is unzipping your skirt. You run your hands up his chest under his jumpsuit and push it back off of his shoulders. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne drives you wild as you undress him. He slides your skirt down, dropping it to the floor and moves back up to unhook your bra. When he gets it off of you, he kisses down your chest and gently runs his tongue over your nipple as it hardens. He moves to the other one and sucks on it softly. Finally, you push the rest of his jumpsuit over his hips, where it lands on the floor with your clothes. His dick bounces as it's given the freedom it's needed for the past half hour. You get on your knees in front of him, taking him in your hand and rolling his foreskin back. You suck on the tip of his dick, already salty with desire. He grunts and leans his head back, getting some relief at long last. You continue working him with your tongue and hands, letting him thrust into your mouth for a bit. When you can tell he's getting close, you stop and stand up. He grabs you and bends you over the counter of the vanity, ripping your panties off. Then, you both watch in the mirror as he fucks you relentlessly from behind, your breasts jumping with the rhythm of his hips. He grabs the back of your hair and pulls as he continues to pound into you. Then, he stands you up and wraps one arm around your waist and the other hand around your throat. You can feel the coldness of his rings against your neck and the visual in the mirror of him holding you like this as he fucks you pushes you headfirst into an orgasm. He whispers in your ear as you climax.

"That's right. Come for daddy." All you can do is moan in response as you're hit with the intense and overwhelming ecstasy. After your orgasm, he lets go of you and goes back to holding your hips. You know he must be getting close because he closes his eyes and leans his head back.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK." He says with gritted teeth as he pounds you through his release. When he's finished, you turn to face him and push his hair back off of his forehead. It's even sweatier now than it was when he came off the stage. He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. You're still standing in this position, naked, when there's a knock on the door.

"You got ten minutes, boss." He sighs and his response is muffled by his face being in your hair.

"Okay. Thanks." He finally pulls away from you and holds your face in his hands.

"And thank you, honey. For your help."

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[pendarling]

Morally Grey/Villain character having a breakdown so the hero comforts them?

Yessir.

Thank you everyone for helping me reach 200 follows!!🎉🎉✨

Just A Little

“What!? Because I’m wrong??! I’m always in the wrong?!” Villain threw the metal rod against the wall. A loud bang echoing throughout the building.

With their heart pounding in their chest, Hero took a small step backwards. They’d never seen Villain so angry before.

“I didn’t say that…” they hesitantly whispered. With shaking hands they lifted them up in defense. “I don’t know what’s going on but I—”

Villain clenched their fists to their sides as they stared at them. “You want to know what’s funny?” They glared at the way Hero blinked with confusion. “The way that society only lets you be either good or bad.”

“What…”

“You could fuck up one time! ONE!” They lifted a single finger towards Hero. “And that’s it! You’re another shitty fucking criminal...”

Hero licked their lips and watched Villain shake their head slowly. “I have been a good member of society, I swear it.”

They didn’t know how to respond, it never felt like it was their place to speak, so Hero lowered their hands and silently analyzed Villain.

The way they looked at the ground in thought.

The way they picked their nails as a distraction from the quivering on their lips.

Villain felt their eyes sting and saw their vision blur. “I couldn’t—” they coughed. With a small sniffle Villain wiped away the warm streak that ran down their reddening face. “…sorry.” They hiccuped again this time facing away with shame.

“Villain?” Hero quietly approached them.

“No— don’t.” Villain whipped out a long blade and turned it against them. Their teeth clenched, Hero recognized the sorrowful look of distress written on their eyes. “I don’t want your sympathy. I just want…” they choked again on their words.

Hero smoothly grabbed their wrist and removed the weapon. With some struggle, Hero finally managed to wrap their arms around the other.

“Villain! Stop!”

That’s when the dams started to break, the rush of tears pushing their way down their face. “I don’t need your sympathy!” They shouted again with a broken sob. Villain struggled to get out of their arms but the sensation of weakness overwhelmed them.

“Stop, don’t say that.” They felt Villain’s shoving slowly come to a halt but their fist hit against them with much more strength. Hero continued to hold their ground. “Let me help you. Please!”

“Let go of me!” Villain couldn’t hear their own shaking voice, too occupied with hiding the downpour of tears that soaked their hands as a final attempt to hide the pain they’d gotten too good at covering.

“Villain!” Hero forced them to face their direction, their eyes widened at their soaked expression. It looked unfamiliar on them. “I can help you.”

“You’re not… but it’s not enough.”

“We don’t have to do it all at once. Just a little bit everyday.” They wiped away the few tears that stained their cheek and pulled them back in gently. Hero felt their hands hang onto their suit tightly.

Right there Villain sobbed onto Hero.

It felt so long since they’d been held like this. So long since they’d ask for help but starting now was better than never.

~~~

MASTERLIST

[daydreamgoddess14]

Salvation pt. 3

Full Masterlist

Roy Kent Masterlist

Roy Kent / Reader - general rating for now... set to increase 😏

Meet the woman who stole Roy Kent's watch... We finally get to some Roy x Reader deep conversation and messy history... This one is ALL OF THE ANGST guys! But the reward in part 4.... whooooo boy! The spoils (🔥) are coming lads, fear not!

This also helpfully covers one of the prompts from my 200 Followers Celebration 🎉! From a lovely Anon who requested Roy and "I won't let anything bad happen to you".

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You pick Sammy up. It’s an excuse really to see Nia, your mother/sister/best friend stand in of the last few years. Even if she is practically the same age. If Sammy’s the one who gave you a job and some semblance of financial security, Nia’s the one who recognised the dark hole you were in and lowered down the ladder to you. You hadn’t realised how close you could feel with someone in only three years, but she’d become your ‘person’ almost immediately.

“Darling, morning.”

“Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Like my ribs have become a xylophone.” You grimace at that. The human body is a magnificent and terrifying thing. When she’d shown you in her baby book how her organs shifted to make space for her growing baby, you’d declared auntie duty would be just fine, thanks. There would be no babies moving your organs around. 

“Nice. Brought you breakfast.” You pass her a bag of pastries. “Is he ready yet?”

“Nearly. Must have changed either his tie or his turban about four times trying to find the perfect combination,” you both roll your eyes and laugh at his commitment to the flawless matching pair. You both knew the answer already - 

“Blue floral.” You confirm together with a nod.

“The fabric is just beautiful. I do feel sorry for the poor bugger who has to make a matching tie for every turban though.” You muse, knowing it’s his mother in law who takes up that mantle.

“I know, right? And he complains that I buy too many books? I think not, pal.” She sniggers.

“You show him who’s boss. Cos if you don’t, then a certain someone else will.” You point at her growing belly. 

“Come on, Sam. You’re going to be late!” She shouts up the stairs. “Dinner tonight?” She asks you, she knows you might need company after the day ahead of you. You’ve disclosed a lot more of your past to her than Sam so she’s already up to speed on the last few days. You nod gratefully. “You’ll be fine. You need to talk to him though, apologise properly - explain what was going on back then.”

“I know. I will.” You hug her tightly and pester Sam out of the door.

Rebecca Welton is a gracious host. Warm, welcoming… you knew the lies the tabloids liked to spread so you knew the whole ‘cold, old Rebecca’ name tag was a load of crap.

“So, I think if it suits you both, I’ll have a cup of tea with Sam and we can get caught up while I get Roy to give you a tour and then we can arrange some smaller interviews with key staff and players?” Sam is beside himself,

“Sounds perfect Ms. Welton.”

“Yep, I’d love a tour.” You accept with a tight smile. 

“Wonderful! Here’s Roy now,” he steps through the open door and is clearly not expecting to see you.

“Thought we had reporters coming?” He grunts.

“We do, Sammy’s here from the Gazette. This is his… apprentice?” Rebecca tells him, “Something like that.” Sam laughs. You take a deep breath before holding your hand out,

“Nice to meet you again.”

“Hmm.” His warm hand engulfs yours and shakes it. The feel of his skin against yours is enough to trigger memories through your brain at top speed - his hand in yours, his hands on your face, your legs, in your hair. You snatch your hand away. “Come on, tour.” You follow him down the stairs and through mazes of rooms, “ticket office, finance,” then out into a wide corridor, “hall of fame.” You stop to look at the collection of memorabilia, making your way slowly past each piece and reading the accompanying cards. You stop fully at the couple of shelves dedicated to him, fingertips resting lightly on the glass. He clears his throat and you follow him deeper into the building. “Locker room, physio, boot room.” He pauses at the boot room. More memories come flooding back. “Remember when we -”

“Yeahhh,” you breathed, “I remember every single time.” You turn away to avoid his gaze.

“We were good together?”

“The best.” You reply quietly, a little sadness creeping in. He pushes the door open and holds it for you to follow. You sit shoulder to shoulder on the bench, both looking straight ahead.

“How have you been?” He asks quietly.

“Better recently. You?”

“Well no one has stolen my fucking watch lately.” He bumps you slightly, there’s the barest hint of amusement in his voice that you latch onto.

“They haven’t tried hard enough then,” you reply with a wry smile. He lets out a breathy laugh that he can’t quite disguise as anything else.

“I wish I could be more fucking angry with you than I am.”

“You have every right to be angry with me. I fucked up. I’ve been angry with myself for as long as I can remember.”

“You really fucked up. I just can’t understand why. I’ve spent this whole time trying to understand why. Because we were good together.”

“I know.” You agree, again. You were good together. You’ve been single since the day you walked out on him, haven’t even kissed anyone else in all that time. He’s the one you think of when you’re alone - he’s the only one you need to think of when you can’t sleep and you let your memories guide your hand down your body. These are obviously things you can’t say aloud, illicit memories you shouldn’t lean on but do. You sigh, he’s so expectant beside you, “How are you so… calm?” you wonder aloud. 

“Therapy,” he mutters with a short laugh.

“Shit, really?”

“Yeah, you?”

“No. Not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”

“Much as I hate to admit it, it helps.”

“Do you remember when you were angling for an invite to Christmas at my mums?” You ask, he frowns a little at the sudden change of subject. You feel him nod next to you.

“That’s when it started, that’s when you started to pull away. I never met any of your family.”

“My brother. You never met him, I never wanted you to meet him. He was there… he’s an addict. He has been for a really long time and we’ve tried everything to help him, everything. He told me that he was in some money trouble with some blokes he brought off. I didn’t have much but I gave him everything I had saved. Then he needed more. And more, and more and I just didn’t know where I was going to get it from, or how to help him. I took the watch, changed my phone number and left.” You pause for a minute to take stock of what you’ve said, you can tell he wants to ask questions but he waits patiently instead. “He was a fucking mess. I made him tell me who he owed and went to see them on my own, told them I’d pay them back myself if they never went near him again. Worked about three jobs, moved back in with mum so I wouldn’t have to pay rent as well, and spent the next year and a half paying them back. I worked 18 hour days, 7 days a week. I literally kept back, like, a tenner a week for myself. I kept a record of how much I paid and when. When we were done I told them so and told them to never come near us again.”

“And?”

“They still turn up occasionally to try and get more out of me, they claim it’s interest.”

“And your brother?”

“We sent him to my uncle’s house up in the North West, he’s been there ever since but he’s clean now. Too scared to come home though.” Roy is quiet for the longest time.

“He must have owed…”

“About 130k. Maybe a bit more than that. I was pretty fucking knackered. I was doing early mornings 4-8am at Maccys, then 8.30-5 with Sammy at the paper and then bar shifts til about 10 or 11 pm most nights. Sam saved me, let me get an hour's kip at lunchtime, and brought extra food every day for me to share with him.”

“Fuuuuuck.” He slumps where he’s sat next to you.

“There is something else.” He looks over in disbelief. You reach into your bag, pull out a sleek, matt black box and put it in his hands. 

“Fuck off?” He slides open the box to find his Rolex, in pristine condition - still ticking. “Fuck off.”

“I went to hand it over to them and… I couldn’t. I didn’t want them to have something of yours. I didn’t want to know that I’d done that, sunk that low.” Your voice gets even smaller, “they tried to suggest other methods of payment but…” you feel his shoulders tense, see his fists ball tightly in his lap, “I told them to give me a couple of months and see that I was good for the money, and if I ever missed a payment then we’d have that conversation.” He wants to know if you ever had the conversation, you can feel it in the air between you both,

“You never have to justify yourself to me.” He says firmly.

“I didn’t do it. Never missed a payment. Had to borrow a bit from Sam occasionally when I fell short, but I was never going to have that conversation with them. Never.” The air feels weighty with the tension, like it's risen up from your shoulders where it’s weighed you down for the last three years and is now hovering around you both. You’re amazed you got through it without tears. It’s been so easy to fall into the trap of feeling sorry for yourself over the years and wallow in the self pity of it all. Roy on the other hand is still visibly tense, his knuckles white. You tentatively reach your hand across to cover his, using your fingers to unball his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds worse than he had when he asked the same question a few days ago. His voice is hoarse and tight,

“I couldn’t let them know about you. They’d have ruined you. I had to protect you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I would never have let anything happen to you. We could have sorted it together.” You turn to face him, bringing your other hand to his cheek,

“No love, it was never your problem to fix.”

“If all of this was over eighteen months ago -”

“Don’t ask me why I didn’t come back, Roy. It’s never really over, I couldn’t bring this shit to your doorstep and these dickheads just turn up whenever they think they might get a bit of extra cash out of me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry I took your watch and I’m sorry I walked out on us.” You can hear voices in the corridor outside, your times up and now you both have to be the epitome of professionalism while Roy is interviewed. “I’ll get Sam to interview the team and other staff first, give you some time.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve been living with this for three years, I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’ve got some happy memories of this place,” you admit, looking around the familiar boot room. “I had the best sex of my life in this very room.” He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “I would never expect you to forgive me, Roy, but I truly thank you for giving me the chance to explain.” You pat his hand gently and leave a cool space beside him when you slip through the door to meet up with Sam and Rebecca.

~~~~~~

[starscatteredsky]

Welcome to the Star Scattered Sky, hopefully you find your home among the cosmos :)

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REQUESTS ARE INCREDIBLY BACKLOGGED!! PLEASE BE PATIENT WE HAVE OVER 200!!

read this for info on our current temporary changes to the posting schedule!

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i’m mod Mono, i’ll likely be the most familiar face on the blog :)

a little thing for 100 followers!! right here!!

this is a safe place for therians, otherhearted, fictionkin, otherkin, introjects, irls, neogender havers, neopronoun users, systems, neurodiversities and physical disabilities of all kinds, and pretty much anyone else who wants to be here :)

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we are here to help!! feel free to request different things like playlists, moodboards, fashion ideas, stimboards, den/home ideas, care kits, foods or recipes for your kin/theriotype/source/etc, names and pronouns, xeno/neogenders and flags (we can coin, or go searching for pre-existing ones, whatever is preferred) and more!! just ask!! (please keep requests to one or two kintypes per ask! sending in multiple asks will help us keep organized!)

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we have a lot of darkkin (daemons/demons, incubi, cryptids, etc) and celestialkin alters moderating this blog, so always happy to see more of you interact!!!

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[mothgodofchaos]

200 Follower Ask Game:

Other people are welcome to use this list, I'm just going to use it for a couple weeks.

Rules: send me one character with a max of four emojis per ask. Allowed characters can be found here with whatever has an "*" next to it. You can send multiple asks, I am just keeping it to one per ask for my own sanity. During the two weeks of submissions (ends August 27th) that is when people can send them, but responses may go past that date. Past that, I will not be doing head canons for specifically this list.

Prompts below the cut.

Emojis:

❤️ - Love Language(s)

🍪 - Favorite Dessert/Baked Good

🧾- What They’d Buy You

💄 - Would They Let You Put Makeup On Them

💍 - How Quickly Would They Propose

🐶 - What Pet(s) They’d Get

🌹 - What Flowers Would They Like

🌙 - Ideal Date Night

❄️ - How They’d Spend A Snow Day

🧀 - Are They Lactose Intolerant

🥓 - Omnivore/Vegetarian/Vegan/Other

🥂 - Do They Drink Alcohol

🏈 - Sports/Outdoor Activities

🎤 - Do They Enjoy Singing

🥡 - Guilty Pleasure Meal

🎮 - Favorite Video Games

📱 - Your Name In Their Phone

📷 - Do They Take Good Photos Of You

💰 - How Much Money Do They Have

🗡️ - Are They Good With A Weapon

💊 - How They Take Care Of You When Sick

🎉 - How’d They Celebrate Your Birthday

📖 - Do They Read Much (And What)

🔐 - Monogamous or Polyamorous

🐓 - Favorite Animal(s)

👟 - Would They Kill A Bug For You

😘 - First Kiss

[crheativity]

Congratulations on 200! 🎉🎉🎉

Could I please request Trey and 9AM?

Thank you for your work!

WARNINGS: Trey might be slightly OOC I’m not sure-

COMMENTS: Absolutely! And thank you anon! :D also, sorry if this is a bit short. It’s very fluffy though!

“And… we’re done,” Trey said, taking the last batch of treats out of the oven.

You sank wearily onto a bench stool, folding your arms on the counter. You leaned comfortably on your arms, eyes fluttering closed.

You were exhausted. You’d offered to help Trey with cooking for the unbirthday party today. He warned you that it’d be hard - that you’d have to be at Heartslabyul by 4 am to get started - but you didn’t fully realise how tiring it would be. You were tempted to drift off right there at the bench.

You heard a chuckle and opened your eyes to find Trey smiling sympathetically at you. The quirk of his eyebrows and the kind, worried smile made your stomach do flips, and you hastily closed your eyes.

“Not used to the early mornings, huh?” Trey joked, sitting beside you.

“Not 3 am early.” You grumbled, and he laughed.

“Sorry about that. Usually I wake up a little later, but with the distance from Ramshackle to Heartslabyul… if I’d let you sleep in extra, we’d still be going by now. Which would mean the food would be too late.”

“That’s fair, I guess.” You adjusted your position to rub your eyes, stifling a yawn.

You felt something land on top of your head. You blinked, tilting your head. Trey chuckled, and you realised it was his hand. He ruffled your hair gently, and you had to bite the inside of your mouth to stop the stupid grin attempting to spread itself across your face. With how close you were, you hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“You did good today, though. You should get some rest - there’s still a couple of hours before the Unbirthday party.”

You shook your head. “Nah, by the time I got home I’d have like 20 minutes to sleep, then come straight back.” You yawned fully this time, and Trey smiled sympathetically. “Besides,” you added, “there’s a little more to do, yeah? Like, setup ‘n stuff.”

“It’s alright, we can handle it. You can crash in my room - that way you won’t be at risk of falling asleep in your tart. I appreciate the offer, but right now it’s more important to me that you rest.”

Your eyelids were becoming heavier with each passing moment. You hummed tiredly, barely able to form a coherent response.

You heard Trey chuckle. “Alright sleepyhead, don’t fall asleep just yet. We gotta get you there first.”

You felt a strong arm slip around your waist. Trey lifted you off the chair, supporting you as best he could. Slowly, the two of you made your way to Trey’s room.

He gently set you down on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and sank into it, already half asleep. Trey smiled.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time. Sleep well, Prefect.”

♥ Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! ♥

[itzcosmox]

AHHHHHHH I'M SO HAPPY!! Today is the first year that my boy has been created :3.

🎉🎉🎉

So I don't really know what to do for his b-day but I think I'm just gonna share some of my favorite artwork of him rn!

I still draw both of his designs, and both designs are still valid.

Older design/ Merged w/ the main timeline

The art above was made by @willowfernn on Tumblr and JestOfit on artfight.

Newer design/Let Loose Remus

Warning there is some suggestive art work below.

The art above was made by me (the first three) and @willowfernn (the last three.)

I love them so much!! He's literally me fr.

Fun silly little fact: I watched @willowfernn with their GO Ocs get 200 or so images before their first year b-day. And I decided I would do the same in this month before the 21st to get Remus 200 images before his birthday and at the time I already had about 170 images and now I think I have a problem. I got to 300 images before his birthday- I think I've got a problem. AND NOW IVE HIT ART BLOCK AND CANT FIND MOTIVATION TO DRAW AUGHHHH (So now I'm adding on to his character writing stuff 💀)

Anyways yeah! Happy first year to my boy!! And ty @willowfernn for being a great friend and a big inspiration. I love you bbg /j /Silly

Yippee

[papercorgiworld]

Thank you!

1000+ followers!

As I post this I have exactly 1003 followers and they’re amazing!

I was planning on doing something for 100, 200, 500 followers, but I was always so busy writing or didn’t know what to do or just scared of looking like a fool… sorry! But now it’s time to celebrate!

I love you! Dear tumblr people, I truly love you. Whether you’re creating, supporting or both… you mean the world to me.

Now let’s get down to business. I have three things planned for you lovelys… I hope you’ll like it

Scare an introvert

Me, I’m the introvert. Scare me and talk to me. Honestly, I like communicating from time to time, but let’s just say small talk is not my most developed skill.

If you’re a social butterfly or a curious kitten and you want to get to know the writer behind the fics, this is your moment!

🥰 📚 📖 😍 🤗 🫦 👁️ 😶 🧑‍🍳 👩‍🎓 💃🏻 🤷‍♀️ 🤦 💆🏽‍♀️🐶 🐍 🦩 🍀 🫐 🫖 🧩 🏄‍♂️ ☎️ 🪫 🎉 ☺️ 🤯 😎

Pick any emoji you can find on your phone and I’ll answer a question related to the emoji. Or be very random.

BUT if you would be so kind as to also tell me a little something about yourself, it can be as random as you want… Or share your thoughts on my blog. This way I can get to know you a little as well.

Requests are officially open

Requests were always unofficially open to the bold and the brave, but now they’re open to everyone!

Also big thank you to the ones who’ve already sent in requests, encouraging me to write and now even to open up to more requests. Kiss!

Throw in any guy you can think of, but preferably a Slytherin dude.

Combine it with any subject or even a random word if you want something short.

And I’ll try to write something and hopefully not disappoint you.

Rules? Don’t traumatise me but also don’t be shy. Worst case scenario I change your request until I can live with it. I’ve been scrolling tumblr for a decade now, I don’t judge.

Get a cameo!!

I’m looking for people to date one of the Slytherins in my next fics. So you or your OC can get a little cameo!

How it works? While the reader is still the main character, I need characters in the background dating Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise, Enzo, Draco or Pansy. Depending on the story, you’ll be mentioned a lot or just a few times. You’ll be dating your favoriete Slytherin either recently or you’ve been in a long term relationship.

Interested? Okay, I need a name. I’m not good at coming up with names and this is what inspired me to do this cameo stuff. Also sent me your house and yes you can be an exchange student if you don’t want to attend Hogwarts. Pronouns! Very important, don’t leave me guessing. Skin, eye and hair colour is not a must, but why not. Just for the fun of it, you can add what kind of student, friend or partner you’ll be. If you insist you can be a crazy ex as well. But most importantly, who do you want to date.

I might not need this much information, but it’s fun to get to know you. If you’re not an anon and don’t want to be mentioned when I post the fic then be sure to let me know so I don’t tag you.

Aaaaand a little bonus news:

Didn’t see this one coming at all…

25 000 ? That’s a lot of love! Thank you! Thank you so much!

When I’m writing and I feel like I’m stuck, my eyes wonder and usually land on my phone which is thanks to you always lighting up with tumblr notifications… encouraging me to continue writing!

Have a lovely day!

Sending you all lots of love!