#embarrassed now running away

[stellamancer]

enlightenedone don't you have any better pictures of me? 🥺🥲

nikoo55 no. 😊

[onestopfanficshop]

spider-noir smutty headcanons

um... yeah this is…idk how to explain myself um. literally just spidernoir x f!reader smut headcanons. mdni

Spider-Noir, who tries his absolute hardest to remember to ask for permission, but sometimes gets so lost in it that he forgets to. Gets so lost in it that he just takes what he wants from you, leaving you completely and utterly breathless.

Spider-Noir, who dies a little inside every time he hears those absolutely sinful noises that his action tug from your lips.

Spider-Noir, who is oh-so talkative in bed, something that you were not expecting from him. But, you certainly weren't complaining either.

“Goodness, darling… you’re making quite a mess there, aren't you?”

Spider-Noir, who loves having you on top, where he can admire you in all your glory. Loves to dig his gloved fingers into the pliant flesh of your torso, gaze lustful and heady.

Spider-Noir, who fucking hates having you on top. You're slow—agonizingly so. He tries to be a gentleman, really tries, but...

"Darling, please, don't–don't be a tease," he stutters, grip on your hips tightening. "Please, just–a little faster for me, doll, please…"

Spider-Noir, who gets borderline animalistic during missionary. Who loves to cage you in, loves watching your facial features contort in bliss, loves the feeling of your fingertips dragging down his back, and loves ducking down to drown out your moans with endless kisses.

Spider-Noir, who's dominant exterior completely disappearing when you go down on him. Your proper, no-nonsense boyfriend is suddenly reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess, cursing more than you've ever heard him curse before.

"H-honey... goddamn it," he hisses. "I'm so—so close..." he whispered, hands trembling in your hair as he fought to the urge to push your head down further.

Spider-Noir, who's favorite lazy Sunday activity was making you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers, in that order. His arm reaching down to your clit, parallel to your torso, his lips and his nose oscillating between your neck and your ears, talking you through orgasm after orgasm. The only thing on his mind are your moans, the way your legs are tangled in his, and how deeply you're digging your fingernails into his bicep.

Spider-Noir, who dips his index finger in the glass of his whiskey sour, runs it over your lips, and kisses it all off.

Spider-Noir, who hugs you when he's close.

[miracle-wizard]

I drew my Fae!Error and @fairy-verse's Fairy!Error together!! Fae!Error is usually big folk child sized so she's a little confused.

[seahydra]

I. I. I. WELL. It's not particularly smooth or even that great BUT I had to get the idea out of my head or I'd be sick. My purely self-indulgent "I want to sit around with my wife and do nothing except maybe turn on music to play in the background" scenario. Think of it like a short peek into our life I guess ww

(Featuring a song from my laz pov cg playlist. My Dear by L'Arc-en-Ciel you are everything to me)

[barghest-land]

someone asked if javier was "my oc or something" bestie.... no he isn't but... if u really think i could create something THAT perfect.. thank you i'll take it as a compliment

[marsbotz]

ONE LAST SWING FOR THE ROAD!!

original screeeeenshot :]

[mwolf0epsilon]

Rex: Thank you for the help sorting out inventory, I hadn't realized things had gotten so out of hand recently... Dogma: It was no trouble at all, sir. Just doing my duty is all... Rex: Even so, thank you trooper. Dogma: You're welcome dad. Rex: ... Dogma: ... Rex holding back tears: Dad...? Dogma internally dying of embarrassment: Oh -tosses his bucket out the nearest window, smashing the glass- It appears I have misplaced my bucket! I'll be going to find it now. Rex watching Dogma dive after his bucket out of the second story window: ...

[lovelaceisntdead]

i think i just need to rewatch lost.

[alectoperdita]

I'm sorry to be a bother, but how do you do it here to let other people know you? I'm new to this

Not a bother!

I assume this is a question about building connections with other users of like minds/interests here on tumblr. (Please correct me if I'm wrong!) Here are some of the strategies most long-time users might recommend.

1. Follow people and like/reblog their posts

Seek out other people that make posts or reblog about the stuff you're interested in. That may be specific fandoms, ships, characters, shit posts that appeal to your sense of humor. Be as selective or as nonselective as you're comfortable with. People may or may not follow you back. Try not to take that personally as other people are operating in their own personal comfort scale. Some people will give a follow to everyone that follows them, some will not.

Doing this will give you stuff you like looking at for your dash.

Liking stuff is great! Reblogging stuff is even better! Not only because it's supporting the original poster, but it also puts stuff on your blog! It gives other people a way to gauge if they share interests with you. People are more likely to follow non-empty blogs because tumblr has a long history of problems with bots.

TLDR Don't be afraid to fill your blog with the stuff you like. Make your blog your own. That will help other people find you in return.

2. If you make stuff, tag often and consistently so your posts are discoverable.

Even if you don't make original posts, tagging your reblogs consistently doesn't hurt. It does take time and if it becomes a barrier to you reblogging stuff, forget it and just reblog instead.

But if you make your own stuff, whether drawings or writings or memes, try to tag them with the relevant tags. Doing that will make them appear on the tag page (https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/puppyshipping?sort=recent). People who follow the tag will see the post in their "Your Tags" tab (https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/hubs). I do it the old-school way where I browse the tag page directly and that's how I find art or other posts I'm interested in without necessarily following everyone.

You do this enough and the people that use those features will start to recognize your screenname too!

3. Advanced direct interactions

You've already done one method by sending this ask! Since tumblr allows individuals to turn off asks on their blogs, it's generally safe to assume that if asks are available, the person welcomes them!

Other ways include leaving comments in the form of tags when you reblog posts, comments in the replies, or reblogged directly as part of the chain. All of these appear as notifications in the person's "Activity" tab, so they might reply when they have a moment.

Similarly, there are direct messages. Similar to asks, users can choose to turn these off.

This is probably the way you'll get to know others better and figure out if you vibe with them. But be as proactive as you're comfortable being!

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None of this is likely to happen overnight though. At least not for most people, I've been on tumblr on and off since 2011 and spent most of the early years regularly interacting with maybe a handful of people. I'm not on a lot of other social media but I get the impression that tumblr is slower. It doesn't have a robust algorithm to put you in front of other people with similar tastes or even recommend other blogs for you to follow. It's similar to making friends offline. It'll take time to figure out who you gel with. Good luck finding your community!

[curdled-blood]

guys I'm secretly obsessed with ace copular and I also have an oc I ship with him, I just post nothing whatsoever about them because ace is kinda hard and weird to draw so I just

Dont????

Sometimes I remember that I totally should cuz ik yall would adore Lucky but whenever I remember I suddenly forget every thing about them lmao

[rusty-gloinks]

changed my display name on robloxs to darkXwolf17 because (REFERENCES) and ..AUGHH💥💥💥💥💥

[hwaitham]

[caramelmochacrow]

You know what? Fuck it, here are some not-final descriptions of the Inuyose siblings. (No proper profile because I'm still trying to figure out how to code to make a proper one and still need to think about more things about them)

Inuyose Hifuno (犬寄 引更の) is the older brother of Inuyose Shinobu. He is 25 years old and works as a call center agent. He is currently now married to a woman he met in his college years that he loves dearly. He is more social and open compared to his younger sisters, which causes him to be seen as a little odd from his sisters' friends. He is a hard-worker, but knows when he reaches his limits. He is compared to their mother as well as their grandfather, Dennojo, a lot; especially when it comes to his personality and face respectively. He likes collecting records as his hobby.

Inuyose Yanoshiro (犬寄 遣の幽) is the older sister of Inuyose Shinobu. She is 20 years old and currently in the same university as her cousin, Nagisa, as well as working part-time as a music store clerk. She majors in Computer Science and has a hobby of drawing in her free time; she's especially good at drawing clothing. She has a tendency to not put a lot of effort unless the situation calls for her to do so. She is quite similar to her younger sister, which causes arguments to happen regularly between them. She has terrible memory when it comes to people's names. She has a habit of rearranging the CDs after work when customers don't put them where they belong.

(cut for extra tidbits/trivia about them i didn't know how to add into the descriptions)

Nagisa has nicknames for both of them, with Hifuno being 'Hifu' and Yanoshiro being 'Yaro'. Originally, Yanoshiro was nicknamed 'Shiro' but it sounded too similar to Shinobu's nickname, 'Shino', causing a light squabble between the two sisters to occur. Nagisa calmed them down by creating the new nickname.

Hifuno is demi-romantic and ace. #celibacy. Yanoshiro on the other hand is too busy with her degree to give a shit about that but has a tendency to glance at the scantily clad women in a few album/CD covers in her free time.

Yaro works specifically at the music store the D4DJ cast frequents in, meaning she is a little familiar with the other members of other units but doesn't recall their names. She likes recalling when one of her coworkers were overwhelmed by four girls buying almost all of the CDs they had.

Hifuno uses 'boku' as his personal pronoun while Yanoshiro uses 'Atai' as her personal pronoun. (might change this)

Their Kanji meaning:

Hifuno's:

引 (pull, tug, jerk, admit) - hi

更 (grow late, renovate, further) - fu

の (no meaning) - no

Yanoshiro's:

遣 (dispatch, send, give) - ya

の (no meaning) - no

幽 (seclude, tranquil, calm) - shiro

[moonlit-orchid]

Normal people: vent about their feelings in a diary or blog post

Me: makes a whole ass zine at nearly midnight

[skenpiel]

i've been occasionally seeing you post about pokemon and i'm Curious,,,,,,,,,,,, what starter did you pick? and what's your team like!!!!

I PICKED CYNDAQUIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and my team changes a lot cause 1. i get bothered if All my pokemon (including the ones in my pc) arent the same level and 2. theyre all underleveled as FUCK. but mainly i keep a farfetched and poliwhirl as my tm/hm slaves and then i just kinda, pick whoever else is in need of exp. currently its just my misdreavus and then some low level gastly and paras i caught cause they know hypnosis and stun spore and i am getting SICK and TIREDDDD of hunting for raikou -_-

[scionshtola]

tumblr disappeared the original ask but thank you @coldshrugs for the sleepy prompt 💜

“You’re still awake. Something on your mind?” || 508 words || Mature for some sensuality, nothing explicit

Corisande stretches an arm out of the cocoon of blankets they hoarded in the night. Haurchefant’s side of the bed is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. She opens her eyes, blinking blearily in the strip of light that falls across her face, coming from the slightly open door.

They free themself from the blanket and push open the door to find Haurchefant sitting at his desk, frowning down at the papers scattered across it. They lean against the door jamb, watching as he pushes the papers around, writing something down every so often. Fondness tugs on her heart at the quiet ordinariness of the moment.

“You’re still awake,” she says after a third sigh escapes him. He turns toward her, frown already relaxing into a smile at the sound of her voice. They walk toward him, stopping just behind his chair and resting their arm against it. They gesture toward the paperwork with one hand, eyebrow raised. “A bit late in the day to be reviewing reports, isn’t it? Something on your mind?”

“Nothing all too important,” he says. He straightens in his chair and grasps their fingers in his. “I was awake and thought to pass the time by clearing a few reports that seem to have fallen to the wayside.”

“Do you do all your paperwork in the middle of the night?” she teases, pressing a kiss to his temple to make up for the jest.

Haurchefant laughs softly. “I must admit, paperwork is not my strong suit. I find it best to indulge the impulse whenever it strikes, that I do not fall too far behind.”

“I will not keep you from your work then,” they say, stepping away from his chair. “Do you need anything? I could make tea—”

He does not let go of their hand, tugging them lightly back toward him. “You could stay a moment,” he murmurs softly, and lifts their hand to his lips, brushing a featherlight kiss across their knuckles. He tugs one more time and they go easily, falling into his lap with a small huff of laughter.

Corisande settles into the warmth of his embrace and cups his cheek, sweeping her thumb across his cheekbone. He kisses her softly, sweetly, a tender spark catching gently between them.

There would be no urgency in the kiss, were it not for the way Haurchefant’s fingertips slide along the exposed skin of their thigh, heat blooming in their wake. His hand slips under her night shirt, tracing patterns against her side.

They clasp their hand over his, trapping it against their side but not removing it. Loathe as she is to stop him… “I thought you had work to do. I’ll not be responsible for Camp Dragonhead’s books falling into disarray.”

“Mayhaps you were correct before,” he says. He shifts and in one quick motion stands, carrying them in his arms as they let out a laugh. He starts toward the bedroom door, murmuring against Corisande’s lips as they go. “’Twould seem there is something on my mind.”