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lovecla · 21 days

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter two:

➴ warnings: none <3

➴ word count: 2.5k

➴ author’s note: this is pure fluffiness, the calm before the storm, the hughes being the best family in the world and jack making my heart MELT (i literally wrote him). i hope u guys enjoy this too. let me know what u think of this one:))

“AND that, my loves, it’s a wrap on ‘rip to my feelings’!” Grace yelled, and everyone yelled too.

You were in your studio with all of your producers and song-writers, plus Grace, and you had just finished recording the last song on your album.

You were beyond happy. Finishing this meant getting over everything Harris did to you. It was like closure. It was like restarting again.

“Guys, I’m so fucking happy, I love you all so much I could kiss you on the mouth right now,” you said, hugging John— the main producer.

“Don’t think Jack would appreciate that,” Grace mumbled when you hugged her, and you smacked her butt.

Jack.

You had sent him the demo of the album as soon as it was sent to your phone, not really sure why. You just wanted his opinion, that’s all.

Not much fuck buddy of you but whatever!

“Fuck off, Grace Morgan,” you fake whispered, laughing.

You all celebrated and laughed for hours, the time passing quickly whenever you spent it with the people you loved. You were grateful for having so many amazing people in your life, helping you to make your dreams come true.

Your phone rang, and you picked it up, unlocking it and smiling when you saw who had texted: Jack.

It was funny seeing how he complimented you in his own little, weird way. It made your heart beat in the wrong— right— way all over again.

“Did he just ask you on a date?” Grace whispered, probably reading your texts over your shoulder. Everyone else had already left— it was late, after all— and only Grace was left. You were sure she was probably going to sleep at your place anyway.

“I guess? We never just ‘hanged out’ before.” You sighed, replying to Jack’s texts.

“Woah,” she whistled, sitting back on the couch, looking at you funny. “Are you in love?”

“What?” You laughed, locking your phone. “What do you mean, we’ve been fucking for six months only. Chill.”

“Girl, like time matters to you!” She raised her arms. “You fell in love with that piece of shit in like three weeks, imagine with Jack, who fucks you every other week and treats you like you’re the most precious thing ever.”

“Excuse me? Are we talking about the same Jack?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Jack doesn’t treat anyone differently. Besides his family, that is.”

“Like the shit he does for you isn’t anything special, right? Like knowing your Five Guys order, or your favorite movies, or how you eat apple pie before your concerts,” she started listing those things on her fingers.

“He doesn’t know those things!” You raised your voice, trying to convince both you and her.

“Girl, I love you but stop playing dumb. He knows and you know he does! Why are you pretending that he doesn’t care about you? He just asked you on a date, for fuck’s sake.” She rolled her eyes.

“First of all,” you started, mentally listing your reasons. “We don’t know if it’s a date. He just said: dinner. He didn’t say ‘I wanna take you out on a date’. Second of all, I’m not denying anything, but I think I would know if I was in love with him, wouldn’t I?”

Actually. The answer was probably no. Harris fucked up your perception of love, and even though it’s been more than a year that you broke up with him, you still feel like you can’t really trust anyone anymore.

So you wouldn’t exactly be able to tell if you are in love or not. At least, you don’t think so.

But talking about love with your fuck buddy? Hell. No.

“You piss me off.” Grace bickered, turning the TV on. “Go change to your little date. I’ll be here, all alone and sad.”

“Pff, shut up. You’re just alone because you and Nico are dumbasses.” You said like it was a matter of fact and left the leaving room, leaving a very pink Grace behind.

Changing didn’t take long, and applying a light makeup didn’t either. You weren’t going to do anything special because, let’s be real, if you and Jack decided to be reckless and fuck somewhere, that makeup wouldn’t last long. So, why bother?

You left your house, saying goodbye to Grace and kissing her cheek. Jack’s fancy ass car was in front of your garage and you smiled, entering it.

“Hi, Jackie boy,” you greeted him, noticing how fucking good he looked, wearing his burgundy suit. Thank god to whoever created the suit rule in hockey. You’ll forever be grateful.

“Hey.” He greeted back, and did something surprising. He kissed you. Softly, and not like any other kiss you’ve shared in the past.

And that didn’t do anything to help the little cardiac arrest you had every time you were around him.

“Are we ready to rock our lasagna?” You asked, half embarrassed and half confused with what you were feeling. Food always made it better though.

“We sure are.” He smiled before starting the car again.

The silence was comfortable but your thoughts were too loud so you took the liberty of turning the radio on, scaring yourself with how loud the music playing was. And, shockingly, your music. Already Over was blasting through the speakers.

You looked at him, and he just shrugged, cheeks red.

“Were you listening to my music on the way to my place?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s good,” he blushes so cutely you find yourself wanting to chomp a piece of his cheek.

“You’re so cute, Jackie. Thanks, means a lot,” you had a feeling you were blushing too, and you thanked God he wasn’t looking at you. “I’m excited to release it.”

“When are you doing it?” He asked, making a U turn.

“Beginning of the next month. Now I have to take pictures and set up the concept for it. It’s my favourite part.”

“Are you doing any music videos with a guy dying?” He asked and you stared at him, once again surprised. Had he been watching your music videos? All of them? “What?”

“Are you a fan?” You giggled, genuinely happy. Harris hated to talk about your work, and he never listened to your songs for more than ten minutes.

“Nico forces us to listen to your songs and watch your music videos,” he answered, nonchalantly. You smiled, nodding your head. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You played dumb.

“Like that. You have this little minx stare that you do whenever you’re plotting something.” He smiled this time, and God if the sight didn’t make you feel full.

“You’re no fun,” you sighed, looking at the view. “Also, where is this restaurant? We’ve been driving for at least twenty minutes and nothing in Jersey takes more than that.”

“The restaurant is actually my parents’ house.” He says, like it’s nothing.

“What?!” You yelled, turning your head in his direction. “What do you mean you’re taking me to your fucking parents’?”

“Yeah. Ma’s making lasagna for you.”

Your cheeks were burning hot and you had this bubbly feeling inside of you. You were feeling something really weird and you started to wonder if Grace was right and—

“Soph?” You heard his voice, gentle and soft. You looked at him, noticing that he wasn’t driving anymore, and that the car was now parked in front of a big, beautiful, colonial house. His parents’ house. “We can go back if you want to, baby. Ma won’t be angry or anything like that.”

Stop making me want to trust you, Jack.

He caressed your cheek, and you snapped out of it. “No, it’s fine. I just… you could’ve said something, y’know? I’m wearing sweatpants.” You tried to make a joke, smiling. He smiled too.

“I’ll put on some sweatpants too, so we’re matching,”

“Right.”

You left the car, taking a deep breath. It was just his parents. You weren’t even dating so it would be fine.

Wait.

“What did you tell them? That you’re bringing one of the girls you’re fucking home?” You asked just before you walked in their property.

He raised an eyebrow at you, scowling. “First of all, I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just you. Second of all, I told them I’m bringing a friend.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to do anything else.

He’s not fucking anyone else? Jack Hughes? The man whore of the NJ Devils?

Yikes, sure.

You both walked into the house, Jack not bothering knocking before entering it. A delicious smell of fresh tomato sauce and herbs reached your nose and you could swear your mouth was watering.

“Ma, we’re here!” Jack yelled, making you jump a little bit. You eyed him before facing the woman in front of you, who was absolutely gorgeous. She looked so fucking young and pretty, and you were biting your tongue, trying not to say something stupid. “Hi, Ma, this is Soph. Soph, that’s Ellen, Ma Hughes,”

“Hi, Mrs. Hughes. Nice to meet you.” You said, certain that your cheeks were on flame.

Ellen took a step closer, smiling. “Hi, darlin’. No need for formalities, dear, it’s just Ellen. I would hug you but,” she pointed at her apron and shrugged. “A bit dirty.”

“Thank you for having me.”

“No, thank you for making this guy over here visit me,” she slapped Jack’s shoulder, both of them smiling together. “He only called because he said you wanted to eat lasagna and he loves mine so that’s why he’s here.”

If your face wasn’t going to melt before, it definitely was now. You were going to kill Jack. For real this time.

“Come on, Ma, I can’t be worse than Luke and Quinn. They don’t even remember your address anymore,” was Jack actually pouting? Jesus. Your heart was not ready to see that.

“Stop throwing us under the bus, dickhead.” Luke’s voice was heard and you and Jack both watched as both Quinn and Luke entered the room. “‘Sup, Soph.”

“Hi, Luke. Hi, Quinn,” you greeted them with cheek kisses, not even wanting to acknowledge that you had actually missed them. “Long time no see.”

“Hey, Soph,” Quinn quietly answered, not a single thought behind those eyes. “Great to see you.”

“I hope you’re all hungry because your mom outdid herself tonight,” Jim, the dad, said, smiling when he noticed you. “Hello there. I’m Jim.”

“Hi,” you whispered, mortified with all the attention you were getting. Some would think that performing for big crowds would make you less anxious to meet people. Nope. “I’m Sophia. Thank you for having me.”

“It’s fine, as my baby was saying, we do need our son to visit more.”

As they discussed why Jack didn’t visit them more frequently, you felt Jack’s arms around your waist and his mouth on the tip of your ear. You froze. “Yeah, they call each other baby and honey. Sorry about that.”

You managed to smile, trying not to get his family’s attention. They certainly wouldn’t understand why he was this close to a friend.

“I think it’s cute.”

The dinner went awesomely well. The lasagna was amazing and Ellen and Jim were the cutest couple ever, you could see how they’ve raised three amazing men.

They asked questions about what being a postar meant nowadays, and what was it like during your tours, and how could someone sing and dance at the same time, and have you ever met Adele?

They’re great people. Even Quinn and Luke, who had talked to you before on different occasions, made sure you were included in every topic, and Luke even asked for a signed cap so he could wear it at UMich.

“Do you guys know what we should definitely do?” Ellen started, after forcing all of the boys to organize the kitchen and do the dishes, while you sat with her drinking wine. Yeah, you loved her. “Karaoke. Let Soph here show us how good she is.”

“Maa,” you could hear Luke whining, while running his hands through his beautiful curls. “You do this every time.”

“You’ll make her work on her day off? That’s wild, Ma.” Jack joked, putting his arms around your shoulder. You froze again, looking at the expressions of his family, trying to picture anything out of place.

No one was looking at you weirdly, besides Ellen who plastered the most gorgeous smile you’ve ever seen, which made you smile too.

“I don’t mind singing…” you said, softly.

“Perfect!” Ellen stood up from her seat, pouring more wine on her glass. “Jim, set the karaoke thing on.”

“It’s called YouTube, Ma.” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Leave your mom alone, ugly face,” Jim called him out, on his way to do exactly what Ellen asked. “Sophia, can you sing some Elvis?”

“Yes, ‘course.” You also got up, discussing with Jim which song he wanted you to sing.

“Tell her to sing our song, honey!” Ellen yelled from the dinner table.

“Ah, yes, yes.”

Turns out that their song is Can’t Help Falling in Love, which was so freaking sweet. You sang the romantic lyrics while Jim and Ellen danced with each other, swinging slowly and delicately.

Quinn and Luke were recording themselves with you singing in the background, while you waved happily to the camera.

Jack was sitting on the couch, watching you sing. You could feel his eyes on you, observing your every move, smiling whenever you’d hit a high note or change the song’s rhythm.

It was nice. So, so nice. The Hughes were such nice people and you felt so safe and adored around them. They asked you to sing more songs and when you noticed, you were singing an upbeat song with Jim and dancing between Quinn and Luke while Ellen filmed everything. Until Jack grabbed you again and made you sing in front of him, for him. And boy, how you wanted to kiss him. His blue eyes were shining brightly and he looked just as happy as you felt.

You ended the singing when it was around midnight, everyone exhausted and sweaty— even if it was winter.

You started saying your goodbyes and thanking Ellen and Jim for the best lasagna you’ve ever eaten and for the hospitality too.

“I hope you come back soon.” Ellen whispered in your ear when you were hugging her, and you held her slightly tighter.

When you left the house with Jack, you couldn’t contain your happiness inside you. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him until you were near his car, and standing on your tiptoes, you kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, both of you moaning inside each other’s mouth. His tongue made its way inside your mouth, pillowy and so soft. You were finally melting into Jack’s arms and nothing could be better.

Until you realized what was going on.

You had just had dinner with Jack’s family, sang and danced with them, and now you were in the middle of the street of a fancy neighborhood, with Jack Hughes holding you close to his chest, while devouring your mouth.

And instead of not feeling anything, instead of keeping things casual, you were feeling everything. Each tiny part of every emotion there is in this world were making their way into your heart and, unfortunately, you didn’t want to take them out.

Because for the first time in more than one year, you wanted to feel.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x singer!fmc #jack hughes x singer!reader #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #IYLMLMK

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runa-falls · 1 year

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scratches and bites - 3

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

warnings: explicit 18+, use of demeaning names, biting/marking/scratching, use of venom, a small amount of blood, unprotected sex, creampie (whoops), cumplay (whoops 2x), slight size kink (whoops 3x), bondage (0-0), feelings (bleh), needy wittle miguel :P

a/n: uhhh, this may have gotten away from me -- went from 1k to 4k real fast (or slow bc i'm a slow writer hehe)

summary: miguel o'hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. you regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. this is what happens when he's had enough.

w/c: 4.2k

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“Clean-up crew is on the way. You,” He points sharply in your direction, “come with me.” He roughly passes by you, purposely clipping the edge of your shoulder.

You sulk slightly and follow him into the portal, mood effectively ruined.

Everything worked perfectly in your eyes. You were able to save the family and a few people inside the building. You even had time to pick up a free hotdog.

“It’s on the house for you, Spider-Woman! Thanks for saving the day!”

“Aw, thanks, dude.”

Of course, before you could take a bite of your well-earned lunch, O’Hara’s hulking figure was standing over you. He’s angry.

Gwen wisely scurried off before you all got to the portal and Jess had better things to do than deal with whatever was going on between the two of you. So you’re effectively alone now. Great.

“The fuck did you think you were doing out there?” Miguel’s voice booms off the high ceilings of his office as he leads you toward his desk. He has this pretentiously slow platform that he loves to use to look down on people. You feel like a student that got called to the principal's office. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed–or worse, gotten someone else pulled into your fucking mess.”

You roll your eyes as soon as he passes, “Oh, come on O’Hara, you were about to bail on a car full of people and left a bunch of workers in the crumbling building because nothing is more important than your dumbass box of scraps and wires!”

He turns stiffly, jaw clenching at your words, but his eyes roam to anything else in the room but you. Like always. “You know we’ve been looking for that equipment for months. If we have any chance to hold back this multiverse annihilator even a few days, we’re gonna take it.” Miguel is as curt as ever, stance stiff as he tries to pretend he’s unaffected. Like he’s convincing himself he’s doing the right thing. And what you did was wrong.

“There were four of us out there, Miguel,” His eyes briefly meet yours at the sound of his given name. Something he has rarely heard you say since you’ve been in Nueva York. “The package was barely a struggle for one of us! You’re telling me we needed four hands to locate and retrieve that shit?” You gesture over to the crate resting on his computer platform.

He sighs like he’s tired of hearing your voice. Tired of being in the same room as you. His hand smooths over his face, “That’s not the point, Kid.” You could feel warmth blooming inside of your chest at his choice of words. It’s demeaning, and he knows it. As much as you hate him right now, you’re also loving this. You’re finally getting the chance to express all the frustration he’s inspired in you. And it’s satisfying to watch him get all wound up because you actually made the right move. He just can’t admit it.“What you did was beyond idiotic. You could’ve–”

“Well, I didn’t. And I’m not a fucking kid.” You spit out the words. His eyes immediately darken as you raise your voice. Bright cherry to rich blood.

Miguel rolls his shoulders back from annoyance and briefly closes his eyes. Irritated. You seem to always irritate him. His jaw is tight, and right under his full top lip you can almost make out– “What did I say about interrupting me?” He’s seething, head tilted slightly as pushes away from his desk and off the platform to you.

His deep voice is so low that you swear you can feel it surrounding you, vibrating the warm air that clings to the thin treads of your suit. “You’re so…” His fists clenched tightly and tension rolls off of him, crashing into you like a wave. “Difficult.” You try to stay brave and hold your head up, unwilling to cower under his superficial anger. “So fucking irritating.”

This is getting nowhere.

“So that’s why you called me in, hm?” Your voice comes out more breathless than you intended, but really, it’s his fault. This whole time he’s been inching closer and closer to you, taking up all your space. “To call me petty names? Tell me all the things that are wrong with me?” You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact with him, he’s so close.

“No.” He drawls the word, his voice deep and muffled. Then you realize. His fangs. The stark change of the air in the room was enough to make your breath hitch. You suddenly feel trapped.

“I brought you here,” There are only a couple of inches separating your chest from touching his and you swear you can feel his body heat radiating off of him, almost simmering under his suit. “To teach you a lesson.” He leans down slightly, closing in the height distance between the two of you. You haven’t been this close to him since that night.

“W-what kind of lesson?”

“The kind that’ll persuade you to follow the rules.” Your knees nearly buckle as each word is lightly whispered next to your ear. He keeps his hands to himself, but it still feels like he’s wrapping himself around you. “To listen to me. Like a good girl.” Just as your body begins to mirror his and lean into his space, he backs up and strolls back to his desk.

Your eyes instantly lower and stay locked onto his spotless steel floors as you listen to him slowly walk away. You feel your face heat in embarrassment as you become more self-aware of the way your body reacted to him. He hadn’t even touched you.

“Come here.” Your head tilts up slightly at the sound of his voice. He’s sitting back on his desk chair, legs spread confident and inviting as he watches you watch him through hungry eyes. He can tell your mind is brimming with overlapping thoughts as you decide whether to listen to him or not.

Some part of you worries you’re being lured into a trap. That O’Hara, one of the least genuine people you know, is playing with you. But your body doesn’t really seem to care, already moving until your ankles meet the edge of the barely floating platform. The air around you is cool and empty without his presence. Your body craves more of Miguel’s natural heat.

“...Closer.” You shuffle over until you’re a couple of feet away, fingers twisting together with uncertainty. He’s looking at you, leering at you. Virtually devouring you with that scarlet stare of his. If he wanted, he could reach over and pull you closer, eliminating the space between you, but he decidedly doesn’t, clearly wanting you to come to him.

“Don’t worry, honey, I don’t bite – oh wait,” He grins at his own joke, fangs proudly poking out from under his plump lips. You don’t realize how hard you're biting your lip until it starts to seriously sting. Your teeth release your aching lip and his gaze follows the action before meeting your eyes.

“Unless you want me to.” You haven’t uttered a word in a while and you don’t really want to. You’re completely content to continue to soak in the words that slip from his tongue. “Do you?”

Yes.

“Do I…”

“...want me to bite you.” He openly runs his soft tongue over the contours of his fangs.

Yes.

“B-bite…?”

“Mhm. Make you all numb and pliant for me?” He finally reaches over and gently tugs you closer by your arm. You let him. “That what you want, hermosa?” Your body slots seamlessly in the space between his thighs. His face cradles perfectly into the crook of your neck. You sigh, subconsciously leaning closer as his tender lips hover sweetly over your covered throat.

He whispers, barely audible against your skin, “Promise it’ll only hurt for a second.”

Yes.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t waste any time.

A hand drifts up your arm to the flexible collar of your suit. He tugs it down lightly, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. It’s not enough for him. With a hushed tear, he uses a claw to split the fabric down to the top of your shoulder, giving him more access to your body. He pushes your hair back and nudges himself closer to you, nose nestling where your neck meets your shoulder. He breathes you in. “Sweet.” His voice barely carries with how soft he says it.

The balmy heat of his breath sweeps along the side of your neck before his lips finally connect. His hands trail against your waist, slowly caressing you as he slowly presses kisses into your skin, trailing his lips down until he finds the spot. You tilt your head to the side as you feel the light scratch of his fangs.

“Hold on to me, baby.” Your gloved hands grip his thick forearms. He bites down.

It hurts in the beginning like you thought it would. Like he said it would. You try to disguise your wince, but you can’t stop the way your body flinches at the sensation. It’s intense, the sharp pain, and it spreads, traveling down from your neck to your toes.

And then, something clicks. It vanishes. That ache gets replaced with an endless warmth that relaxes every muscle in your body. Your hands, once clenched around Miguel, begin to loosen so the only thing that’s holding you up is him.

Everything touching your skin feels amazing. The heat of his hands. The suit that's starting to slowly fall down your shoulder.

Your eyes glaze over with pleasure as you watch him pull away from your body to look at you. His tongue pokes out, swiping over his bottom lip to collect the mixture of residual venom and your blood. Are you bleeding? You lean closer and your hands reach out for his shoulders.

“That good, hm?” Even his voice feels good.

You use his solid form to keep you steady as you boldly crawl onto his lap, “Really, really, good.” He hums and you feel his chest vibrate against yours. His arms easily wrap around your form as he waits patiently for you to get comfortable on top of him.

In this moment you realize how this will change everything. And you’re not talking about the bit.-- Ok, not just the bite.

It’s seeing him like this that flips your world. Feeling his touch. The gentle way he holds you against him and the patient way he lets your fingers trail down his strong chest until you’ve decided you’ve had enough. He makes you feel special. Wanted. Everything that you’ve craved since you followed him here. The same thing he offered you before taking it away.

So you’re scared. You don’t know if you could ever let this go because you know you’ll always yearn for moments like this. If he pushes you away again…

The fog in your head dissipates and it’s like you’re waking up. You catch his eye and his brows furrow. He senses something’s wrong. His hand cradles yours and gives you a comforting squeeze.

“What is it?”

“Don’t leave me.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes are sincere as they try to read your crestfallen expression.

“Just…” You exhale slowly and rest your forehead against his shoulder. “Don’t do this then walk away, Miguel.” Your words hang in the air for a few seconds as he takes them in.

Great, you ruined the mood. “Look, Miguel, I–” He softly lifts your head and leans in to press his forehead against yours. You’re so close he could probably feel your eyelashes brush against his cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” He draws you in and kisses you deeply, taking your breath away with his tender touch. It feels like a promise like he’s signing the dotted line of your heart. “I’m yours.” It’s whispered against your lips when he pulls back and you can help the grin that sprouts from his words. He matches it.

“Yeah?”

You’re pulled back in, “Mhm…” Muffled, but absolute.

Kissing Miguel is exactly how you imagined it to be: addictive.

Maybe it’s the residual venom left on his tongue, but the way he moves against you, mouth and body, makes your legs tremble. Makes you ache for him.

You melt against him, drunk on his taste and leaning in for more. His hands go from cradling your face and delicately tracing your neck to massaging your thighs, hands practically draping over you with the size difference.

He delicately licks into your mouth, greedily taking in every aspect of your taste. Your lips vibrate excitingly when his tongue brushes against them, they’re super sensitive from how long he’s been working them.

You feel him under you, nestled achingly against your ass. He throbs eagerly every time you let out a breathless sigh or a muffled moan. You’re no better. You swear you already have a wet spot ruining your suit from all the times he ‘accidentally’ grips his claws into the curve of your hips.

You whimper quietly when you feel the sharp point of his fang drags ever so slightly across your bottom lip. As he moves downwards, it delicately tugs at it, briefly revealing the bottom row of your teeth before releasing it. He moves his mouth along the line of your jaw and then focuses on the sensitive bite he left to bloom red and purple on your neck.

With his hands back on your waist, he starts to lick up the small droplets of blood that were staining trails down your shoulder. It stings wonderfully as he laves against it, cleaning the red off your smooth skin. You can’t help but to cry out as he begins to suck at your sensitive skin, it’s a bit more intense than you were expecting, but it feels really good. He blows cool air on it when he releases your skin, soothing the new mark he’s left on you.

His mouth is back on yours, letting you taste your own blood as your tongues intermingle with fervor. Fingers tug at the front of your suit to pull you impossibly closer as your teeth nash against one another. You hear a faint rip between you as his grip tightens and pulls at the stretchy material. Your skin quickly reacts as the cool air wraps around you, arms prickling with goosebumps and nipples tightening into hard buds.

You both pull back and look down at the damage. Your suit is split down the middle of your torso, revealing everything from your heaving chest to your belly button. Your body ignites with heat when you notice how his crimson eyes drink you in. A soft growl vibrates from his chest.

“Miguel, this is the only suit I have.”

“My bad.” Zero remorse in his voice. Asshole.

He abruptly grabs both of your wrists and pulls them behind you with one hand causing you to arch your back, inevitably giving him a better look. “God, you’re sexy.” His other hand slowly molds over your waist and smooths it upwards to grasp your tit with a playful squeeze. Using his gloved thumb, he teases the soft peak of your nipple, flicking it once just to hear you gasp. He does it once more, grinning (with his fangs cutely poking out) when you react the same way.

“Miguel…” You whine out, pouting at his teasing.

He idly drags his claws down your stomach, enjoying the way your breath hitches when he gets closer to your center. “You always go without a bra under there?”

“It’s a tight suit.”

“It is…” His hand trails down to your inner thigh and you shift slightly, leaning back so he can touch exactly where you need him. He gets the hint and gently cups you over your damp suit. “And here…?”

Your bottom lip tucks into your mouth as you look up at him, nodding softly. “And there.”

You’re suddenly being carried by Miguel, weight supported by his strong arms. You have to quickly wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling backward. He hurriedly takes you over to his desk and sets you down at the edge of the waist-level table.

He is so tall that you struggle a bit to keep your hold around his neck so you settle your hands back on his chest. You push at his firm figure and sit back to fully take him in. “And how about you?”

“Me?”

“Do you wear anything under that unbearably tight suit?”

“I do, actually. Wanna see?”

You’ve heard the rumors of Miguel’s nano-suit, but you’re still perplexed when he grabs his interdimensional watch from the desk next to you. He clicks a couple of holographic buttons and you watch in awe as his suit seems to dissolve off of him, one particle at a time, like it never existed in the first place. The fading red and navy reveal his perfectly muscled body, somehow making him look even bigger in front of you.

He did, in fact, have some briefs on under the suit, but it’s what’s under it that catches your attention. Your thighs clench together as you watch him set down the timepiece, his arm unintentionally flexing under the dim lighting.

Miguel returns to you and you spread your legs slightly so he can stand directly in front of you. You slowly reach out to him, palm to the skin, and soak in the natural heat of his body. You can feel his heart beating under his chest, slow and steady.

“You’re hot.”

He has that teasing grin back on his face, “Am I?”

“I mean…warm.”

He shrugs, “Us Spiders run hot.”

Miguel moves your hand off of him and sets it on the table before pushing his body closer to you, making your legs push out further. He leans in so close that you have to slowly tilt your body back with him. “Bet you’re warmer.”

He shifts your body further onto the table and then starts working on the rest of your suit. It tears easily from your body, scraps falling to the floor until you’re fully bare in front of him. You pant as you watch him and feel your center pulse in reaction to his rough handling. “There we are.” His voice is soothing, but his eyes flash dangerously. You arch your back slightly as his claws scrape lightly over your stomach to your most sensitive area. You don’t even have to look down to know you’re dripping, you can feel it all over your inner thighs.

His fingers glide over your glistening lips, spreading your eager wetness leisurely. His claws are gone. You watch his face as he stares at his actions, his hungry eyes dark with lust. You both groan when one finger dips in, pushing gently against your entrance. You’re practically gushing around him as he starts to move, wet sounds accompanying each thrust. A string of slick follow his hand as he pulls away and it drips carelessly on your flushed thigh. With hooded eyes, Miguel holds up his dripping finger, “Open.” You suck on him enthusiastically, holding his gaze as it’s slipped into your mouth. “Fuck.”

His briefs are shoved down his muscular thighs before you can look down and you’re shoved roughly onto your back. You feel his claws dig into your thighs as he spreads you out for him, pushing them back until they're next to your waist. His warm hardness slides against your weeping pussy, covering him in slick as he prepares himself.

Your breath hitches as his cock pushes inside of you, nearly stretching you to your limit. You try your best to take deep breaths, but it’s hard when you can literally feel each inch sinking into your body. A throaty groan rumbles in his chest as he feels you involuntarily clench around him, invariably sucking him in further. His eyes are almost glowing with how bright red they are. “Relax for me baby, I’m almost in.”

Your thighs tremble under his hands as he continues to plunge in deeper, unable to keep up with all the stimulants surrounding you. The feeling of him dragging against your walls is exquisite and you can barely hold yourself back from cumming right there.

Then he starts moving.

His hips drag back, pulling almost all the way out before he buries himself back inside of you. Your head tilts back with pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut, you can’t even tell what you’re holding on to. He keeps this slow pace, body nearly engulfing you as he hovers above. A moan follows each thrust as he fucks you into his desk.

When your eyes are finally able to flutter back open, you meet his stare. You quickly attempt to hide your face with your arm, too embarrassed to hold eye contact with him while he’s using your body like this. He doesn’t like that.

Your wrists are forced above you and then expertly webbed together to hold them there. His red webs pulse hot around your wrists. Unlike the traditional webs that tend to feel like cool lace, his are warm, like fingers wrapping tightly around your wrists, almost thrumming with soft heat in a way that makes them feel alive.

You yelp when his hand tugs sharply at the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your gaze as he moves over you. “Look at me, baby.” You listen. He begins to aim his thrusts upwards into you, nudging against that special spot inside of you. And as hard as you try to keep looking at him, your eyes inevitably roll back as he hits it so precisely. You faintly see stars.

You cry out as heat blooms your center and your thighs close around his hips, tightening as a spark swarms in your lower belly. “That’s it, baby,” He speeds up, feeling you start to clench around him, “let go.”

Your vision blurs when your climax blasts through your body. Hot tears spill from the intensity of the feeling, creating hot trails of wetness over your cheeks. “Such a pretty little thing." He wipes them away lovingly. Your body jerks with pleasure and Miguel has to hold your waist down as your back starts to arch off the desk.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, he starts fucking you harder, letting his body weight hold you in place as he chases his own high. You whine against his neck, skin sticky with sweat, as he roughly ruts into you. “Be mine, baby, and I’ll take care of you forever.” His claws dig into your web-pasted wrists as he works himself into you, post-orgasm slick smothered carelessly over the both of you. “I promise.” He whispers breathlessly next to your ear.

“Please.” The word is nearly stuck in your throat as he continues to take everything your body is willing to give him. He’s basically grinding his cock into you now, wanting you as close as possible for these last moments. You barely hear it but he whimpers against your shoulder as he starts to draw closer to his climax, desperately rutting his hips against you.

With a choked-out groan, his movements grow sloppy and he thrusts deep inside of you a few more times. You feel the warmth of him as he spills inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He’s panting above you, body weight nearly smothering yours. You love it.

He slowly pulls out once he’s calmed down, eyes locked onto your leaking center that’s full of a mixture of you and him. His fingers lovingly spread his cum over your pussy and you flinch as he slides against your sensitive clit. You give him a look of disapproval which he ignores as he pushes his mess back inside of you.

“Will you let me out of these now?” You pull at the webs, still holding your arms above you.

“Hm…I think I’ll keep you there for a little bit longer.”

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His office is like a bat cave when you’re barely dressed. There’s a slight breeze in the office (you have no clue where it’s coming from) that’s making it particularly drafty. You force Miguel to huddle over you like some oversized puffer jacket as it was his fault the only clothes you came with are lying on the floor in scraps.

“How am I supposed to leave when my suit is in tatters?”

His arms hold you tighter, “You aren’t. You’re staying with me.”

“Miguel, people are probably looking for us by now.”

“I don’t care.”

“Miguel.”

“Alright, fine. You can borrow one of my nano-suits, but we’re going to my place.”

“Dude, you’re like 6’3”, how am I supposed to fit into one of those?”

He tsks, “Really? You’re calling me ‘dude’ after all of this?” He grabs his watch again, scrolling through some settings. “It’s nano-tech, sweetheart, it fits what I want it to fit.” He dials the size down, letting you watch as the hologram shrinks to display your general size. “And I’m 6’7.”

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taglist: @deputy-videogamer @syd-vixious @bachirasbasics @danaeaurelia @reuxxi @halparkebitch @kittekat420

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara smut

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ripleylove · 4 months

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Mami,tu eres solo mia.

inspired by the video down below!

pairing: Dominik Mysterio x fem reader.

genre: fluff

summary: even while doing an interview, Dominik always defends you,no one disrespects his mami.

A/N: oh hell yeah I love jealous and respectful latinos like whatever you say beautiful 😍😍😍😍

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Dominik was always going to defend you,always,not letting anybody talk badly about you.

And you got another demonstration of this while he was doing an interview.

Being a backstage worker at raw,you two always managed to meet each other,and both of you knew that you liked him and that he liked you. So one day,he mustered enough courage to ask you out,and since then you all didn't even split.

Today you couldn't be at his side in the spanish interview,since you had to stay home because you weren't feeling really well,but you still watched it on youtube.

At the beginning,Dominik and the interviewer talked about all that wrestling stuff,about the judgment day and about Dominik's relationship with his father,the usual.

Until,the interviewer started asking your boyfriend about you. How did you two met and how did you two get together.

Dominik was so overprotective of you,and he wanted everyone to respect you. That's why he was almost going to punch the interviewer when he said you were "rica" which means "hot" but in a kinda disrespectful way.

Your eyes widened,already feeling pity for that interviewer.

"What did you say?" Dominik asked,daring the man in front of him to say it again. (he looked insanely hot while doing that you must say).

"No,no,but it's with respect." The interviewer tried to defend himself,shaking his hands in front of himself,but Dominik wasn't having it.

"With respect to whom?"

"To you,obviously. And to her too." The guy said while acting confident.

Oh you were fearing for his life.

"But I want you to say it one more time. What was it?" Dominik asked the interviewer, and said guy looked at the staff behind the cameras,trying to escape form this situation.

"I said that she's pretty,she's good lookin-" The guy got interrupted by your boyfriend.

"No,no,no. You said the word that starts with an R. C'mon,say it again,I didn't hear you." Dominik got closer to the guy while having a plastic red cup of water,and you already knew what he wanted to do.

"I said r-rica" Poor guy even started stuttering,while Dominik stood up from his armchair.

"Don't even dare talking about my mami like that ever again,saying that she's hot and she's pretty. Know your place and stay there,pedazo de mierda." Dominik said while still standing up,and after he finished talking,he throwed the cup of water on the guy,wetting him and the microphone.

"Don't even think about inviting me or my girl for an interview ever again,understood?" The interviewer nodded,while trying to remove the water that got in his eyes.

Dominik glared at him,and he started walking away from the set,ready to go home to his mami.

At home,you watched the whole thing and your mouth was wide open.

"Damn,that was hot."

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It was 1 a.m. when you heard keys giggling and the main door opening,and you already knew Dominik came back home.

"Mamacita! Where are you?" Dominik shouted from downstairs,you assumed he was in the living room,and you got up from your shared bed to greet him.

"Mami! Did you see the interview? I destroyed that dumbass with punches after they finished recording." He said while smiling,as if he really had fun.

"Dom,you're insane!" You exclaimed while giggling,and your boyfriend came to you and gave you a soft kiss.

"I had to defend my mami,didn't I?" He asked smirking,while holding your waist with his huge hands.

"Oh,you had to,DomDom. That was one of the papi-est things you ever did." You said chuckling,while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh,yeah mamacita. Tu eres solo mia,mami."

taglist: @stellakiddsblog @bibibi-tchx @p-mp

#italian moment #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgment day #Dominik mysterio oneshot #he's so hot #papi

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kissitbttr · 6 months

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ana babes, i'm stuck in the library studying my ass off but my thoughts always seem to go to fucking frat miguel between the shelves for a quick study break ☹️☹️☹️☹️

-sapphic loser

“i said no, miguel”

he whines, dropping his forehead down on the open book while stomping his foot down like a little boy earning a warning glance from someone who passes by,

“why nooot”

“do you even have to ask?! we’re in a library dumbass. control your dick for one second”

“how am i supposed to do that when you’re sitting in front of me?” he argues, “looking all cute and pouty.. makes me want to bang you all the time”

“miguel!” you warn with a groan, face heating up at his words, “we literally had sex this morning. twice, if i may add. i’m sure you can handle another two hours of you not being inside me”

miguel scoffs, his expression twists into something more looking in disbelief. as if it’s ridiculous for you to assume that,

his arms are crossed, leaning back against the chair with his knee bouncing rapidly. “this is boring”

“i didn’t ask you to come here, miguel. i told you to hang out with the boys didn’t i?”

“they’re being annoying right now”

you give him a look that says ‘and you’re not?’ which causes him to roll his eyes before pouting. “we can go do it three rows behind, baby. no one will notice”

his fingers reaching out underneath the table to play with the skirt of your dress. feeling his touch a little bit further and further which causes you to glare at him,

“jeez—you are no fun” he huffs, wincing when you knock his feet with yours. “i thought my girl would be an exhibitionist—but nope! i thought wrong”

“are you serious?!”you give him a deadpan look, dropping the pen on the table. “we literally fucked at your dad’s office at thanksgiving! that, and also the jacuzzi sex when we had had a ski trip with our friends?! you losing your fucking memory or what?”

that doesn’t seem to phase him enough, just shrugging his shoulders as he look down on your cleavage fingers tapping against the wooden table,

“doesn’t count in my opinion. there weren’t people there”

“god! miguel you are so—

“—fucking big, miggy!” desperate moan falls of your lips as he has you pinned against one of the bookshelf, “don’t stop, p-please”

yeah, you decide to give in to his suggestion seeing how it didn’t stop him from bothering you. letting him choose the perfect spot where no one else can see. thankfully, there aren’t a lot of people in the library so it was easy. the main task was to hide from the old librarian lady that never seemed to like the two of you,

his pants are hanging low by the hips whilst your dress is bunched up around the waist. full breasts spilling out of the cups making miguel feel dizzy at the euphoric sight of his girlfriend getting fucked.

miguel’s bulky arms holding you by the thighs as his cock plunges deep into your wet hole. his gaze falls upon your open mouth and down to your bouncing tits, leaning forward to take a nipple between his teeth,

“f-fuck, right there baby—shit” you whisper moan, back arching at the feeling of your sensitive bud getting chewed on. tangling your hands through his hair, tugging it

“puta madre you’re going to be the death of me” he comments with a groan, driving in a bit faster, chest pressing against yours as he tells you to hold onto him tightly. “didn’t i tell you this was a good idea?”

your eyes snap open, seeing that cocky smirk that quirks upon his lips. giving him a light scowl. “don’t be a fucking smart ass. you were just horny”

miguel chuckles deeply, giving you a long sloppy kiss on the mouth, licking your lower lip. “open wide, princesa” he orders with a small tap on your cheek. he grins when you obey him fast, tongue out. miguel spits his drool a bit down to your warm muscle, watching you giggle and close your mouth before swallowing it,

god, you’re so fucking sexy it’s driving him insane,

“almost there, baby?” you nod at the question, locking your legs around him a bit tighter. “fuck—me too—shit, shit”

it is far too impossible to contain your moans, especially you. which is why when you’re about to cum, miguel has to muffle your noises with his palm to keep the security and librarian coming to get the two of you busted. and it is irritating to miguel because he loves your noises. he loves hearing how good he makes you feel,

“cum for me, sweetheart—give it to me” he whispers lowly in your ear, one hand moving to reach the nape of your neck as his other still holding onto your thigh. he’a fucking you even faster that you feel the large shelf behind you is shaking quite rapidly.

“thaaat’s it— that’s it muñeca , oh fuck—fuck, i’m g-gonna—“

he cuts himself off once you both reach your high not a moment after. his cum painting the inside of your velvet walls as you coat his cock with yours. his thrusts are getting sloppy when he’s slowing down. miguel is trying to catch his breath as he watches your head falling back to catch yours. eyeing the beautiful sight before him.

he palms your cheek, thumb grazing against both of your lips making you kiss it. your eyes finding his and flashing him a shy grin.

“muy hermosa” he pecks your lips, “perfecto” your cheek, “mi cariño” one underneath the jawline. “and all mine”

his praises are making you giggle, arms circled around his neck as he helps you get down slowly and fix your dress before fixing his pants,

“i needed that, baby—thank you” you reach on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, but that doesn’t stop miguel from pulling you in to give you a real kiss. his hands kneading your ass. as if the fucking before isn’t enough. “okay, okay—baby—sto-oh!” you try to stifle the laughs when he moves down to kiss your neck, the stubble on his chin tickling you,

“can’t get enough of you, muñeca—shit—i’d give up everything for you, you know that?”

“hmm—even football and OBJ?” you jokingly ask, eyebrow twitching as you feel him freeze and pull away with a slight offended look,

“know your limits, baby”

#this is so messy omg #i hate this one tbh lmao #frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

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southparkhcsocs · 1 year

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Hii! Could you maybe do the main four + butters (if wanted ofc!) with a s/o who looks really mean on the outside but is like the nicest person in the inside!! If you do thank youuu! x3 ♥︎

Also do u accept anons? If you do, could I be 🕯️ anon?

Yes! love this! I hope you like it!

I do Accept Anons!

Stan Marsh

When Stan first saw you he might as well shat his pants

Bro was so scared as was most people at college

There wasn't a lot of buff ass girls so when you walked up to him when he was trying to bench

SWEAT

but your soft voice spoke

"you should really have someone to spot you when doing bench presses."

"w-what?"

"it's okay, I'll spot you."

Fuck it was when you smiled

that smile got this boy smitten

After that?

Well, it was history

Kyle Broflovski

You didn't really like anyone in your class.

they were either try hards or just fucking idiots

So when then stupid Ginger wouldn't stop staring at you

well you had enough

"what the fuck is your problem?"

"w-what?"

"why are you staring at me??"

"i.. uh.. I want to ask you on a date"

A Date???

Your stomach started doing flips

You look him up and down

"sure."

Best decision ever!

Kenny McCormick

UGH Kenny McCormick!? Seriously!

Not being funny Ken but everyone know you're a fuck and chuck kinda guy

Everyone knew you were not the kind to be fucked around with

Especially since what your ex said you did to them

So you thought you would give him a dirty look to get the dumbass to stop staring

this MF just WINKED

from then on he wouldn't leave you alone

you exchanged numbers thinking nothing of it

until one night he text you

Y/n, hlep bd higth What? PLs hel p Send location

And with that you made your way to the scruffs house.

You were always his go to for everything from that point on

Eric Cartman

Everyone knew you were in some sort of fight club

So when Cartman heard he want to watch to see how shit you were

but much to his surprise you were actually good???

he could use this

you could beat people up for him

it's perfect!

Little did he know that you were a total softie

litro would not hurt a fly

plus you wont attention like.. ALL THE TIME

Lucky you're hot

andgivegoodhead

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

oh hamburgers

he doesn't know what he was thinking

he heard the rumors' about you

so when his dad ordered him to tell you to move your bike he was terrified

as he timidly walked over to you

it was like he got a frog caught in his throat

"e-excuse me.. could you please move your bike"

"you're cute."

His face could not of gotten redder

"here's my number. call me."

You hopped on your bike and rode of into the distance

once you got back to your dorm you checked your phone

3 new messages

This boy has never received as much love since meeting you.

you adore him and he you

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dndadspolls · 11 months

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Hello there ! I'm Aether (it/its) ! You can find me on my main, @justablah56 I just thought it'd be fun to have dndads specific polls, so why not do it myself ?

this post will be constantly updating , so if you want to keep up with what's happening make sure to check in here every once in a while !

all current poll information will be above the cut, and then general rules for this blog will be below !

the current poll is : favorite dndads quote , which is open for submissions until September 22 at 11:59 pm MST :]

CURRENT SUBMISSIONS :

"I want a snickerdoodle and to die" - Hermie

"Paeden's eight, DAWG!" - Henry

"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me" - Ron/Rhianna

"Measure once, cut twice" - Glenn

"Let's just piss in his open mouth" - Taylor

"Light me like a French man" - Tony

"I notice you guys are eating tater tots, uh, I'm a businessman myself" - Ron

"Darryl I can say with complete confidence I wish I could die too" - Ron

"Yeah, I'm a doctor. *throws ax* " - Da Rul/Darryl

"It's so books!" - Password door

"I see that you're a bird, I'm a spider myself" - Ron

"Laugh at my joke dammit. Stool!" - Darryl

"Shhh, just let the yeast do it's thing..." - Taylor

"Smell that? That's fungus!" - Normal

“How would you like it if someone ripped off your skin without your consent?” - Henry

“It’s okay to be angry, it’s not okay to be cruel” - Henry

“Those least likely to lead who want to lead are the best leaders” - Link/Matt

“Is what you said it will work” - Darryl/Matt

“I silence his dumbass with a kiss!!” - Henry

"The greatest strength is not in violence. It's in loving people and also being a wolf. So that's going to be my new thing that I'm psyched about." - Sparrow

"Because you're the glue, Norm!" - Scary

"What the freakin ding dang gosh darn willy nilly heckin shark tooth banana chicanery hootin tootin raspberry freaking fuck are you two doing here!" - Henry

"Heh." - Glenn

"Heh." - Taylor

"Heh." - Tony

"Heh." - Freddy

"You chose wood, Ron" - Darryl

"I'm very fast!" - Cookie (fetch quest)

"My son's name is not glark, Darryl." - Henry

"That flimflam man, Scam Likely made off with our dough!" - Henry

"As you turn and look at him, he's already moving like a calzone." - Anthony

"Goblin on DEEZ NUTS!" - Glenn

"To where, Ron?" - Darryl after Ron suggested they build a bridge during the four knights arc

“Just remember, I'm very tall. And I don't sound like it, but I am tough, and my voice will sound tough at some point." - Lincoln

“I love my parents, I love my spouses, but love’s not real, so I feel nothingggg.” - Lincoln (in a sing-song-y voice)

"It's a rookie mistake to intentionally fall asleep during a fight." - Taylor (?)

"I had so many other plans for this episode." - Anthony

"I just- Am I... enough?" - Scary

"Y'know, I- I was just kidding when I asked for a hug." - Scary

"I'm an Asian baby???" - Lincoln

"Father! The afterlife? It is dark." - Lark

"We're married now, dude." - Lincoln

“That’s our relationship status? Enemies til the end?” - Lincoln

"Women can be women!" - Beth/Trudy

“You can be polyamorous in space!” - Anthony

“Sir if I have a sin beyond saying the B Word, it's that I love gos.” Normal

“I have an unhappy marriage and an unhappy son. The only thing I live for is busting commies." - Big Shane

“We have to kill it” / “We have to help it” - Lark / Norm

"He didn't burn down the entire school, the fire damage was limited to one or two classrooms." "I'll do better next time!" - Henry and Sparrow

"And i throw the cop... at the nerd!" Da Rul/Darryl

“Fuck you Anthony we’re Spider Boys!” - Will

"Confucius say a-measure once cut-a twice." - marlon brando as glenn close

"Riding a horse broke my hymen." - Erica Drippins

"44 damage." "Okay, cool, so what does that do to you?" "It damaged me 44..." - Beth and Anthony

each poll will have 3 days of submissions, and then each round will last a day. after the poll finishes I'll reblog with the winner , then the next day there'll be another poll to pick the next competition and so on and so forth :3

in general , I try to have the polls start around 3pm MST , and submissions always end at midnight , also MST .

poll submissions are always open , so if at any time you have a poll you'd think would be fun feel free to send it in !

any poll we've done previously is fair game , there are quite literally no limits for what polls you can submit , so send in your ideas !

current poll submissions :

aroallo

ace

best Lincoln fact

best Taylor fact

best Jodie fact

favorite s2 episode

favorite catch phrase

favorite s1 episode

best Henry Fact (rerun)

best ship name

favorite ship (rerun)

favorite crackship

autism swag (rerun)

least favourite unpopular/niche ship

least favorite popular/canon ship

least favorite poly ship

least favorite s1 character

least favorite s2 character

most iconic duo

biggest third wheel

most functional marriage

favorite nationality/decent headcanon

favorite disability headcanon

favorite intro

best peachyville character

trans swag (rerun)

favorite non-poly niche/unpopular ship

kiddads’ favourite bands/artists

s2 teens’ favourite bands/artists

s1 dads’ favourite bands/artists

if any poll submission gets three or less votes in the poll to pick our next competition , it will get moved to the bottom of the list :]

propaganda is 100% welcome ! feel free to send an ask or bribe via art requests, and if you make a post just tag me and I'll reblog it here tagged with " *poll* propaganda" if your propaganda is in a reblog , make sure you write it on the post rather than the tags if you want it reblogged here !

I don't just post polls on this acc ! I also reblog fanart , fandom events , and other polls including dndads characters! for fanart I use the tags "not a poll" and "fanart" , for events I use "fandom events" , and for other polls I use the tag "not my polls" , so if either of those are things you don't want to see , feel free to block those tags :]

Previous polls (as of our come back in February ! )

best Normal Fact : ep29 - he is the most published author in the teen high fanfiction tag on ao3

favorite headcanon : Taylors sword cane is his mobility aid for his balance issues that come and go

best Glenn fact : Glenn still considers himself married to Morgan even though she's dead

best npc : Terry Jr Stampler

best non-song intro: ep27 - Glenn and Ron on shark tank for the elevator button

funniest npc name : Sexcallibur Horsepower

favorite character headcanon: Taylor's sword cane is a mobility aid

best s1 arc : going through Ron's memories/Ron's anchor

favorite niche/unpopular ship : polywagon (Normal x Taylor x Lincoln x Scary)

biggest saddest eyes : Dood

best Daryl fact : ep16 - his favorite part of being a father is when babies wake up confused until they see you and smile (this is also Matt’s favorite part of being a father)

favorite gender/sexuality headcanon : closeted gay Tony Collete

best Scary fact : ep??? - she once punched a hole in the wall and blamed it on Terry's plant

favorite song intro : s2 ep37 - the all star parody

favorite poly ship : Lincoln x Hermie x Normal x Scary x Taylor (polywagon)

coolest npc name : Sexcalibur Horsepower

funniest guess for Will's middle name : William [beep noise] Campos

if you want to know who won what before the hiatus , you can find those here !

if you have any questions about the blog in general or anything else , feel free to send in an ask and I'll do my best to answer it !

#pinned post #best normal fact poll #dndads favorite headcanon poll #best glenn fact poll #dndads best npc poll #best non song intro poll #dndads funniest npc name poll #dndads favorite character headcanon poll #dndads best s1 arc poll #dndads favorite niche/unpopular ship poll #dndads biggest saddest eyes poll #dndads best daryl fact poll #dndads favorite gender/sexuality headcanon poll #best scary fact poll #dndads favorite song intro poll #dndads favorite poly ship poll #dndads coolest npc name poll #wills middle name poll

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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since i'm a dumbass I'm making another poll with all the top voted characters so i don't get confused who's actually winning

(for brief context this is for the only murders in the building based fic I'm working on for more details look under the cut xx)

sorry and i love you all

prev votes and details about what the hell this poll is about if you haven't seen the prev one

this was the prev vote

I kinda figured out later that when I put two characters in one poll, they ended up getting twice the votes. And that messed things up because it didn't really show the true top character. but anyway i made it late my brain sometimes stops working fvbf

and this fic is going to be an only murders in the building au basically, you don't need to know the show to enjoy it, it's going to be a murder mystery where a trio forms (reader being one of them and honestly most likely dieter because he just fits the vibe) and while they try to solve it they make a podcast

I decided to make these polls weekly because I have a couple more things I would like the readers to decide but I also don't wanna spam everyone with polls everyday so weekly seems best 💗

#my polls #sorry for the whoopsie #only murders in the building au

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look-mom-percys-on-the-tv · 9 months

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so they changed Athena...

spoilers below for all the five books and for the new show!

In the books, Annabeth claims that Athena guided her to where she found Luke and Thalia.

Her own father couldn't look after her, but at least Athena did *something* (it also seems they're changing the baby luke/thalia dynamic... I'll make that post later....)

throughout the series, Athena ONE: helps Percy avoid capture so he could live long enough to save Annabeth from Atlas&co. in Titan's Curse. TWO: warns Percy that his friendship with Annabeth is dangerous FOR THEM not just the world, showing she cares, and kind of takes a "dumbass boy isn't good enough for her" additude and THREE: votes to kill PERCY because he was dangerous to the gods' existence (show viewers, dw, that will make sense in time!) which shows she is on the side of Olympus (relevant later)

In this show, however, she is shown as uncaring. both in her viewing demigod children as "gifts", as mementos of her godly grace, and in her severely punishing the slightest misstep, targeted specifically at the one person who worships her most, she objectifies her children. They are but reflections of herself, testimonies to her vanity.

When the og trio are in the humane zoo truck in book one, Annabeth and Percy theorize that Athena will take Zeus's side if Zeus fights Poseidon. However, if Percy could potentially prevent a war, what motivation would Athena have to stop his quest? If the war was truly over nothing and would further prevent the recovery of the real Lightning, what is such a war worth to the goddess of wisdom? Either Athena felt secure in her choice because she knew Annabeth would be isolated and believed Percy would succeed without her (slash didn't care?? somehow???), she somehow BELIEVED Zeus's accusation of Percy, despite that in the books it's hinted that most of the Olympians even think said accusation is fucking stupid, or she truly prioritized her wounded pride over a godly conflict, which would be a diversion from her book characterization (I told you it was relevant!) of being both cold+merciless AND levelheaded.

first off: shoutout yo everyone who's parents take things Personally with a Capital P.

secondly: I almost have a hard time believing these are the actions of the goddess of wisdom. What it DOES achieve in storytelling, however, is changing Annabeth's internal conflict from the books. Places her closer to the other campers, all struggling with whether [REDACTED] (<-the real lightning thief who's name some of y'all don't know yet) was right to cause the main conflict of the series, whether to join him.

but that gets me thinking... [REDACTED] and his patron achieve their goals through deception, manipulation. to build resentment and infighting inside the Olympian family between the gods and demigods alike. Twisting a god to their will to carry out their wicked tasks in book one.

And in the book, THEY were the ones who not only sent Medusa to Percy, but Echidna as well, straight from the patron's home in Tartaurus. In fact, [REDACTED], in a scene which was omitted from the show, summoned a monster inside a sacred ground which was meant to keep them out just like what happened at the Arch in the show!

just some food for thought :3

#percy jackson show #pjo spoilers #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv show #look mom percys on the tv #ME!? POST A HALF-COHERENT ANALYSIS😱😱😱😱 CALL THE AMBULANCE!#nerdy tangents #my pjo live reaction

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anti-endo-safe-space · 5 months

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Minor/Brief tw/cw for mentioning programming since we are a programmed system.

What we don't really get about endogenics is if they believe they have system experiences, but not the criteria at all, but still relate to system experiences is...why not just...identify with the space??? I probably worded that poorly. But like. If you're suspecting you're a system and feel like you aren't one, why don't you just spend time exploring that???

We just don't get it cause we often felt like we didn't fit the criteria. We barely felt like we were OSDD1a/1b. It was a good several months before choosing to use that term and we still flip flopped between having 1a or 1b or DID or maybe not even being a system. We turned out to have DID and are specifically a programmed system just for context.

But even when we questioned systemhood or questioned programming, we continued to explore and question. We thought we didn't have amnesia or our alters weren't distinct (feeling like me, host, the one that claims the body, but different emotions.) And we were so scared of being fakeclaimed if we opened up about it. (Not that system spaces do that, but we have a muddy history with harassment and our programs and our alters that fakeclaim us don't help either. Especially since we fully fell into fakeclaiming back when it was more of a popular thing a few years back. It fucked us up.)

I guess we just struggle to understand why they can't just...explore??? Or learn??? It took us so long before we even knew about our other alters. A lot of our fictives were the only "original" (meaning distinct from host/the body) alters we could interact with. Year and a half into our exploration and we learned a LOT especially in the past few months.

It just feels like the systems that find themselves as endogenic or mixed origin or whatever just don't feel confident in them being systems due to a mix of fakeclaiming being prevalent and easy to access as well as just a lack of understanding their systems. Which is normal??? One of our system friends thought there were only 3 alters. A bit after discovery and they have like 20 or sumthn.

Our system flip flops a lot on our stance on endos (usually being neutral or anti) cause we are very easily influenced between our programs, unstable relationship with reality, being a huge dumbass, and our moral ocd. But we believe we are adamantly anti endo.

I guess our main point is...why not just go without a label/term??? Why not use like UDD or something??? Why do they HAVE to have a label and after feeling like they don't have OSDD or DID go with endogenic or use mixed origin or believe they have an endogenic form of DID??? (Rhetorical questions.)

We've been hyperfixated on this and just don't understand it. It's okay to not label yourself. It's okay to be confused why you line up with system experiences, but find the criteria doesn't match. It's okay to feel confused about if you have the disorder or not. That's exactly what we experienced and even felt a lot of guilt from even resonating with DID stuff.

We never fell into endogenic stuff for ourself cause we do not socialize or care to participate in communities cause of past bad experiences (fandoms, mental health spaces, ableists, a variety of things.) But it just strikes us as...why do you need to believe you are a system/have some dissociative disorder like DID or P-DID, but believe it's not related to trauma that caused it? (Rhetorical questions.)

Like if you question and look through and think it doesn't apply to you, I wouldn't say that's necessarily a "no." For ones that are probably actually systems and just believe they don't have it, we mean. Cause we didn't think we had amnesia or distinct alters until...we did. We didn't even really have fictives for a while either. Cause that's pretty normal. And even before we understood we were a system, we saw plenty of systems share their experiences of going from OSDD-1 to DID as they discovered things.

Like we didn't know about our trauma till like 21-22. And didn't realize we had programming or even DID until a few months ago. And we've suspected DID and being a system on and off for years, but always felt like we were "wrong" for even suspecting it (for a few different reasons.)

I dont...really know what the point of this is. I guess just venting/ranting. But we just don't see why some systems fall into this idea that they are solidly endogenic or mixed origin when...its possible they just don't know. I, host of our system, still know very little. I have the least amount of information of all of the alters, again due to our programming. Like. Sometimes you don't know.

We just feel like it comes from this intense need to know everything about your system, every detail and label. It surely led us to feeling "fake" because we couldn't do that. We're polyfragmented, I constantly front and I'm extremely fragile, and it is very easy to overwhelm us. But then we found posts that understood that, that knew what it was like, that could put it into words. I suppose how we perceive it is that systems are desperate to understand their systems and experience fully, but don't fully understand the innerworkings. So they just see alters or the top layer of the onion of the system experience, but not any of the disorder-y stuff and then feel like they aren't a system. Then they find the term endogenic or mixed origin or whatever and align with it because, in actuality, a lot of their experiences aren't well understood yet. So to feel like they ARE a system, they find the endogenic community and terms fitting as they explore. But we think in actuality that it's just them either misunderstanding the criteria or not fully realizing they DO experience it. Like we misunderstood what amnesia was. Hell, even for our personality disorders we found ourselves misunderstanding the criteria cause we are a dumbass and struggle to understand stuff. And that's okay.

This is specifically about systems we notice do tend to fall under DID and OSDD, but believe they're mixed origin/endogenic. Sorry, we aren't good with words and still don't understand everything. But we've just been observing a lot. Both sides, arguments, the different experiences. And this is kinda what we think is happening for systems that probably DO have a dissociative disorder like DID, but fall into the endogenic or mixed origin belief. And we kinda wonder if they had this reassurance of their experiences outside of endogenic stuff, if it could mean systems could feel more certain in their experiences. And fakeclaimers and stuff like that certainly haven't happened. It was a long time before WE understood stuff and we still struggle to understand things.

It feels like it just needs to be said: it's okay to not know everything about your system. It's okay if you feel you don't align fully with the criteria especially if you don't understand it. It doesn't necessarily mean you don't fit it, but that you either just aren't aware or don't understand. OSDD and DID are confusing disorders when you experience them. Even with how much we know, we still doubt and question and have to check if these are "normal" experiences. You don't have to label and understand everything. You don't have to share all of that. It's your experience.

But uh for any of the ones knowingly faking or spreading misinformation (like autism and BPD and other non-dissociative disorders can cause systems) or flat out using medical terms and our spaces, fuck those people. I've seen some legitimately triggering shit. Not to mention the terms of system hopping and programming being co-opted by some endos. Pisses us off to no end.

Smol rant about the autism or bpd or other disorders causing systems. Yeah. If you're a traumagenic system, your other disorders are gonna affect it. Our autism heavily plays into it. Our personality disorders do too. Our alters heavily align with a few personality disorders each (even tho the whole system technically has them.) It's gonna affect it. But those disorders themselves don't cause systems. Just...had to add that in as a vent cause omfg. It pisses us off seeing that.

We just feel deeply for some of the ones that are probably OSDD/DID systems and just don't know it. We are the endogenic community having a few sides to it and so this was mostly about the traumagenic systems believing they're mixed origin or endogenic or whatever else.

We just notice a lot of the stuff they claim as endogenic is usually...just actual experiences of DID/OSDD and they just fail to understand it as such. They'll perfectly describe being a traumagenic system then say they aren't one or they're mixed origins. And it's like...you're so close.

Just...really had to get all that off our chest. Especially since endogenics can be especially triggered for our more emotional and aggressive alters like some of our persecutors. We mostly refrain from syscourse since we're dumbasses that are too easily stressed and have more important things to worry about, but we've been hyperfixating and it got to us and our alters this morning. Esp with how endos paint antis. We've seen a lot from both sides as we've tried to understand where we live and what is the truly "correct" option (for lack of a better term.) We've seen the worst of both sides and seen arguments on both sides we can sympathize with. But. We just feel so bad for systems that misunderstand their own experiences and get caught up in endogenic stuff when...it's actually fairly normal for systems to go through and just had to voice our thoughts on it to get it out of our head. Feels like we were going crazy.

Obligatory apology for not being clear and rambling and repeating a lot. We have disorganized speech and are semiverbal so communicating thoughts get rambly and often feel incoherent even if we do make sense. We mostly apologize for our sake and are working on apologizing less. But we still feel the need to apologize and explain to help ease our nerves. Also sorry for long post mostly said for our own anxiety.

We don't have much to say which isn't your fault please don't misunderstand us, it's how you phrased stuff extremely well. We get everything your saying.

Honestly most "endos" are systems in denial which isn't us advocating to go search out your trauma just that they're most likely just in denial.

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disaster-cryptids · 7 months

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Host's main account (link)

Lizzie's blog that he doesn't even use/lighthearted(link)

Pronouns.cc (link)

I made this account so everyone can do shit. I don't know when it's gonna be used or if it'll be used at all, but yeah. This blog may end up being mostly system oriented.

Introduction

we are the Disaster Cryptids, a P-DID system. Our origin doesn't concern you, and we have strayed away from origin labels in an attempt to salvage the host's sanity. With that being said, we support all systems regardless of their origin(s) and how they function.

We will use a tagging system if all of us keep up with doing so, but will always sign off a post by name. If multiple people pitch in, we will try to make it clear who said what. Said tagging system will use emojis. Here's what each tag will look like (minus the names in parentheses). We're still figuring out a good way to go about using this tagging system, so apologies for any inconsistency as we navigate through this shit lol.

Tagging System

🕷️(Allister)

🌺(Angel)

🦌(Alastor)

🎸😇(Adam)

🐌(Eden)

🕯️(Fierce Deity)

😇(Gabriel)

🐕‍🦺(Host, many names)

⚔️(Huxley)

♾️(Infinite)

📺(Intruder)

🌻(Juniper/Link)

🧨(Knuckles)

🐺(Link)

🐍🍎(Lucifer)

🪲(Lizzie/Cade/Cadence)

🎸(Michael)

🦇🩷(Rouge)

☠️(Red)

🔧(Robotnik)

💥(Surge)

💎(Sonic)

🎺(Sans)

🎭(Sal)

⚫️(Shadow)

⚡️🔩(Tails)

🐇(William)

Extra:

❔(blurry: no idea who said this)

🗑️🔥(Legion: more than one person takes credit/is speaking)

We don't have a DNI, rather we will be enforcing a "you will be blocked on sight" list as that is more effective: System exclusionists, queer exclusionists (yes, pissing yourself about lesboys and mspec lesbians is exclusionary), TERFs and SWERFs, anti self diagnosis fucks, and general dumbasses/bigots. Save yourself the time of screaming at us for whatever reason you may have, please and thank you.

#introduction #intro post #system intro #pro endo #pro all sys origins

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checkoutmybookshelf · 10 months

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Prequels are Hard, but This One Nailed It

As all Star Wars fans know, prequels are HARD. You have a less developed version of a beloved character and it's very easy to either be too predictable or to make the character significantly less interesting in comparison to their more mature and experienced version. Add to that the potentiality for "baby warrior swings a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG sword" simplicuty of character given Viv's off-page future/history (depending on which direction you're coming at it from), and it's kind of miraculous that this book was as awesome at it turned out to be. But it was awesome, it had BOOKS and PASTRIES, and they threw in a necromancer for funsies. Let's talk Bookshops & Bonedust.

Hello, if you're finding my blog for the first time, please be aware that there are MASSIVE SPOILERS below the break.

Being the dumbass newbie who gets skewered on mission one absolutely sucks. But where most baby warriors would hear "Newbies who rush in die most of the time" wouldn't take any time to reflect on that as they convalesce, Viv actually does, and spends her entire time in Murk remembering that she's young and dumb and probably should look before she leaps now or else Rackham might not take her back. I appreciated that impetus to learn and develop a new habit.

I also adored that Viv had a good example of a life after being a soldier of fortune in Maylee. Maylee was such a fascinating combination of experience and vulnerability in everything from her understanding of where she and Viv were in their lives and still choosing the joy in the time they had to being so delighted over the book of fancy pastries that she was willing to leverage her clout to support Fern because it was important to Viv. The foreshadowing for Legends & Lattes in Maylee just in general was amazing, and the whole theme of "at another time and in another place, this might have been perfect but we're in this time and place so we make do" was just weirdly heart-wrenching? Like, we KNOW Viv has a happy ending coming, but it doesn't actually soften the intensity of the here-and-now feelings, and that is SO LIFE I can't even. This whole relationship was fascinating, and I loved getting to see this summer romance.

Then we come to Fern, the absolutely delightfully foul-mouthed proprietor of the titualr bookshop. I very nearly CRIED when we got the first description of this little shop. HOW could you keep BOOKS in such terrible conditions??? But the love and work that Fern and Viv put into the shop, and the sheer delight of watching Fern read people and match them to books was fun. I also appreciated the combination of subtle homages to classic and contemporary books and book trends--the bundles of mystery books with themes on the wrappers was just delightful.

This is also where we shout out Potroast, because POTROAST IS THE HERO OF THE NOVEL AND NO, YOU WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND ON THIS. Sassypants gryphets are my new favorite thing.

Finally, we come to Varine. I generally am not a necromancer girl, but Varine is delightful because she's just living her best villain life. She's not terribly complex, she's not terribly well developed, but she doesn't NEED to be. She NEEDS to be scary and fun, and both those boxes were ticked.

At this point, I want to highlight another seriously awesome thing that a good friend of mine point out: This book is super woman-heavy. The named male characters are more plot devices than actual people, and all our main characters are badass ladies. Even the irascible Iridia--head gatewarden and indisputable authority in the town--is female. This entire book is badass women politicking at and supporting each other and all I can say is...MORE OF THIS PLEASE. More women-dominated cozy fantasies with sassy gryphets. I love this and I hope Baldree keeps writing in this universe, because I would happily dive into more of these books.

Overall, Bookshops & Bonedust was a delightful read that didn't really feel like a prequel. It had none of the prequel weaknesses or pitfalls, and was just a sheer delight to read.

#travis baldree #bookshops & bonedust #bookshops and bonedust #viv #cozy fantasy #cozy books #cozy reads #cozy epic fantasy #books and reading #books & libraries #books and novels #books #book recommendations

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lostusagis · 3 months

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@jiraipink asked:

"Alright, you two, you better behave okaaaaaay? I don't want our picture together to get all blurry." They were at the photo booth where Namida lectured the Yato siblings. She sat in the middle so as to not cause any complications during this, but something told her that they'll find a way to annoy each other. "Aaww cuuuute! Look! They even have a bunny filter! Eheheh~! Is it okay if I pick this one? Don't worry we can make two other copies for you two to keep with a filter that you guys picked out!" Namida couldn't stop smiling. She was really excited for the results and wondered what the other two photos will look like. These two mean a lot to her and hanging out together always makes her laugh so easily. They're the most precious people in her new life that she lives in. A beaming smile on her face as she cutely poses for the picture after pressing "Ready" and waited for the countdown.

''I always behave, what are you talking about?'' Kamui would jokingly say while smiling, but given the dirty look Kagura gave him after, that alone proved it really was a joke. He usually started most of their arguments given his lack of ability to ever shut up.

''Someone's full of shit, as usual.'' Annoyance was laced into her words, honestly wondering if tagging along was a good idea since she felt like a third wheel with these two. Hanging out with Namida alone was fine, but with the dumbass as well just made Kagura feel like a side character. She's the main character!

''You would know since you always look like shit, right?'' Kamui was obviously trying to get on his sister's nerves, and it was working given the irritated sound she was making while glaring at him. But UNLIKE her brother, she was trying to behave for their friend's sake. She'll punch him in the face later.

It was only a relief Namida had sat between them, since Kamui likely would've kept being a pain in the ass.

''Oh hey, yeah, the bunny filter might make her look somewhat decent so using it might be better.'' There he goes AGAIN. With that stupid grin on his face too. Die.

''You'd look super cute with it, although you don't need a filter for that Namida.''

The face Kamui would make made Kagura want to puke, disgusting. Right in front of her salad????? The audacity. He looked so lovey dovey, it was nauseating.

Stop flirting with Namida while I'm here was here you bastard.

Things were quiet while waiting for the picture to be taken, but annoyance kept festering in Kagura's mind, and right before the picture was taken she stood up and launched a punch at Kamui's face.

S N A P

The picture was taken.

#IC. Kamui #IC. Kagura #( he decided to be a bully DLFGKDFK )

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riririnnnn · 2 months

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The time I was psychic was one of the few times I was happy, I earned an average of 50 reais in a month… I should have spent the money on food instead of buying a new notebook—

Even so, he doesn't worry about that or the fact that he has a small camera in the crack of his wardrobe hidden between his coats. I completely understand what you feel because it's even what I feel writing it! But it's not rude to talk about it or warn it, everyone needs time, even if the time that maybe lasts forever… You briefly commented to me about this a few months ago if I'm not mistaken while showing some spoilers of what you wrote , which was very good by the way - Even so, whenever I need to talk or vent, a post or a sign with the Brazilian flag and I instantly appear there! Unless my tumblr doesn't notify

The wind part was supposed to be really scary, I like writing things like that, funny that for someone like you; My biggest inspiration for writing fics. You who write comedy and romance along with some heavy themes, I like writing heavy things like a dark romance! Without the "salient" content part, just horror, yandere love and stories with comedy mixed in :D

Durma bem e não se preocupe, vá com calma. Motivação e desinteresse são uma corda de duas pontas ou um círculo, como a vida que precisa da morte e a mesma vida, sem nenhuma delas não funcionam.

Good night, good morning, good afternoon and good morning!

—Ps; How to post on Tumblr? my dog wants to know how to send drafts of Fanfic.

—TJ.🇧🇷

Go on, be a psychic again. Target the rich and be rich!

And, ah, I just thought it was a bit rude to say, "Yo! Writing has become a hassle to me now, so ciao!" I mean, Quotev isn't as big as Wattpad and Ao3, and despite that, I have a pretty decent amount of regular readers who have always poured love and praises to my books, so saying that I'm not feeling like writing makes me feel like I am being an ungrateful brat—it's like I am taking everything for granted or something.

There are so many cool writers on Quotev who got a lot of books and they maintain a steady schedule update for everything, then there's me, a dumbass, who can't maintain shi.

Well, thanks a lot to you :) You are one of the main person who is pulling me up, and because of you, writing seems a little less hassle nowadays :p I've also started posting here more again, so yeah, hopefully, I'll update soon :)

And oh? I never knew you wrote too! :D Maybe one day, I'll have a sneak peak too, hm? Hope you are having loads of fun while writing!

So sorry, I don't speak Portuguese (I first thought it was Spanish, but ahaha, forget, forget🪄✨), but I used Google translate and those are very pretty words!!

And you want to know how to post on Tumblr? Hm? You use the web or the app? 'cause I use the app and I know nothing about the web one :p

Have a very, very lovely day!!

As lovely as you are!

Abraço🦈🩷

#雪 answering #雪 happy

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penumbramewtwos · 2 years

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Happy (late) New Year to all of my Friends, Mutuals, Followers, and Peeps I'm following… (and most likely have a restraining order out against me xD) I love you all (platonically)

I wasn't going to do one of these because I felt as if I wasn't worthy of making one >.< I've only been on Tumblr for roughly half a year. But you've all made me feel so welcome and cherished in your own way; passively or actively. I initially made this profile to just say 'HI' to TC96, their blog was one of my main influences.

I then built of the courage to share my Fanfic online (that I swore was going to stay with me)…. One thing led to another, Now I want to draw my character(s) and learning new artistic things everyday… I never thought in my life thus far that I would make any friends, I find it hard to portray what I mean on a social level, and in general writing. I'm also sorry to anyone I've made unintentionally go "??? WTH's she on about???" Thank you for being patient and understanding over these months. I will be a better communicator as time goes by. After having an online incident happen to me a decade ago, I swore I would never interact with anyone online ever again… Be careful with what you share about yourself online is all I can say… We all have skeletons in the closet that haunt us, and toy with our sanity. (Now, after isolating myself for a decade with my partner, this has been the best decision I've ever made).

@xhunterbeatsx You're One of my first followers, and although that's special enough, I can't thank you enough for your support and encouragement. If you're wondering what do I mean by this? You've been both indirectly and directly influencing my dopamine output with your art and kind words. You made the first Fanart of my OC which I cherish dearly, apart from making me cry, it encouraged me to peruse art further. Thank you again.

@martysgachaworld Although the time we've known eachother has been short, I can't thank you enough for bringing out a confident side in myself. It took years of encouragement/help from psychologists to help me come to terms with my biology, but, I always felt shy about portraying my sexuality publically… Now after talking with you, I feel proud to say I am Lesbian. Not just "Oh… I'm asexual… My partner is a woman…" changes the conversation. … You've been through so much in this short time that I've known you, and, as always I want to say, that all of your friends are here for you, and love you very much (platonically).

@paradoxiusblack Also one of my first followers. Your art always impresses me, as well as the detail that you've put into your OC's. I find you thoughtful, kind, and genuine… And also a little silly sometimes :> (Happy Birthday again)

@secret-mewtwo Thank you for introducing me to Discord, I've never felt more included in my life, and it is mostly your doing :P I your art is fucking phenomenal.

@crepetwo You put up with my derpy shit, that means the world to me. Your personal artstyle, and creativity always makes me impressed (we are now Fanfic rivals btw)

@the-project-and-the-ghost Thanks for letting me express myself in DM's, and trusting me enough to express yourself back to me, it's hard to trust, and you put up with my dumbassness a lot. I promise to be better at social/written comprehension, and being a better friend in the future

@ricksoo You just put up with me, that's the fucking best xD I appreciate you very much

@mewwho @noodleartz Both of your art styles and personalities make me smile whenever we interact. Thanks for all your encouragement on many occasions. I promise I'll be better at comprehension in the future, thanks for putting up with me :>

@droberrymewtwo629 Thanks for introducing me to the RP's on Discord :3 they're always fun and make me feel like I can be a little silly.

@xxtc-96xx @pokemon-ash-aus @mewtwoandme @comedydoctor18 @faeforge @dxzziie @mewcrew @dizzydaisygettinglazy Although I felt nervous (to the point of scared) about talking/interacting with any of you, I've realised you're all human(or a friendly Mewtwo xD), and it's a privilege to have such lovable large-audienced artists feel so close… I also love your Art/blogs/storylines. Did i mention that? xD

@blues-sues @kantaroth Your art and art styles are so beautifully unique to you both, they're narratively perfect in their own way, and give me encouragement to keep going with my own art (I LOVE PIP!!! MA BABY!!!)

@zeal-strikerl Thanks for putting up with my 'Here's an animal piccy' on Discord, I wanna interact with Demontwo one day >:D!!

@esmam1ss2n9shu773r @wren-idkfeather Both of you are so very kind to everyone who you interact with, and some of our down to earth rebloggs/comments have made me feel more together when i've been down in the dumps. Thank you.

There are so many more of you which have made me feel welcome… this is just the tip of the Iceberg…

THANK YOU!!!

#thank you #happy new year #Mewtwo blog #beginner artist #fanfic #tumblr friends #feeling proud #i love you all

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