#i'd have three nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened three times

[shrikebrother]

everything i ever did, i did it all for you.

ella wilson / steven levenson / metamaiden / pasek & paul / lana del rey / bates motel (image source: @sofialamb) / dear evan hansen / andrew barth feldman / @corpsecoded / lorde / ocean vuong / ethel cain / kira madden

[scoliosisgoblin]

@marlomagica is this what you had in mind?

[nebulize-my-mind]

On one hand this is hilarious and the most Tim Drake thing ever

On the other hand, this is the third fic I've read where the Batfam thinks that one of Tim's IDs is mistreating/endangering another one of Tim's IDs while having no idea either one is Tim XD

I would recommend all of them however

1-800-GOTHAM by goldfishinabag

2. Rooftop shenanigans by yoursleepdeprivedauthor

3. [I actually can't find the third one and I'm Upset but I'll add it if I do!]

[takingasterix]

Merlin AU with morgana and Gawain

I'm sorry, this is definitely not an AU, but you didn't specify anything and I tried a few ideas but couldn't get into any of them! I figured the Morgana-Gwaine dynamic was probably what you most wanted, so I just did a sketch of one of their torture scenes... hope that turned out okay!!

[yeetdasweet]

Well I think it's about time to share two other Ocs I have that have just been sitting in my gallery.

Meet Riley Rigemesworth

(Rig-eme-s-worth)

& Madem Spider

The nerdy rat with a love for astronomy and all things science and the crazy spider lady who lives in the woods and likes making soup.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I KEEP FINDING OUT SOME OF MY BESTIES I MET THROUGH MONKIE KID WATCHED THE SHOW BECAUSE OF MY AMVS

[darkacademiaarchivist]

this is how you lose the time war absolutely DESTROYED ME five stars no questions asked

[stormyblue90]

Replaying Horizon Forbidden West after The Bad Batch finale is giving me voice actor whiplash since these two...

share the same voice actor. I love the range of VAs.

[rainypebble07]

Ok first of all, I want to say that I love your goofy little drawings. They always put a smile on my face whenever I see them.

Also I have a drawing request. Could you please draw Victorian England Byler. I would love to see Mike give a bouquet of flowers to Will using Victorian flower language.

Hope you have a good rest of your week!

Ahhh thank you!! This one was actually very, very fun. Mike would love Victorian Flower Language, but he'd do it in the weirdest ways. (I put in a little guide to the plants at the bottom)

Plants in the drawing and their Victorian meaning:

Tussilage- 'Justice shall be done to you'

Burning Nettle- slander

Green Carnation- A secret sign of homosexuality appearing first in the late 1800s, often worn on the front of a coat

Pineapple- 'You are perfect'

Syringa, Carolina- disappointment

Sweet William- Gallantry

Also I need a Victorian AU fic where Mike uses flower language IMMEDIATELY

[ipreferweird]

*after the Barbie movie*

Woman: hi Barbie!

me: hi Barbie!!

duo of girls: *dressed in amazing pink outfits*

me: you both look AMAZING Barbies!

them: :o thanks Barbie!!

I already loved this movie for giving me an excuse to deck out in pink, and now it'll definitely hold a cherished place in my memories thanks to the small moments of sisterhood I shared with other women leaving the theater :')

[professorsparklepants]

Why am i seeing so much fanart on my dash of the pathologic doctors fucking.

[born-to-lose]

Maybe I do have a weakness for guys whose names start with J

[justletmeon12]

The next time an attending compares autism to cancer, I'm going to tell them that the only thing those two have in common is that they don't understand either of them.

[idledreams4]

tumblr people Try-Not-To-Call-Me-A-Pedophile challenge! (Impossible)

They're even getting more bold about it y'all, this time they weren't anonymous 🤣

(don't worry I find the accusation laughable, it doesn't bother me)

[andie-cake]

i haven't seen spell yet (it's on the watch list tho for sure), but i just watched the music video for deep blue love bc eh why not it was on my front page and it's patrick stump. first of all, good song and i dig the aesthetic of the mv, i'm a sucker for vhs filters. and two, IS THAT THE HOUSE SHIPWRECKED FILMED POE PARTY IN-

[entitled-fangirl]

A wolf.

Cregan Stark x reader

SMUT OMG PLEASE BE 18 OR OLDER

Summary: the reader has been shying away from Cregan, and it begins to affect their marriage. They find a way to fix it.

Warnings: p in v, talks of attempted r*pe, mental health

A/n: Based on many many many asks!! If I had a nickel for every time someone asked for this scenario, I'd have three nickels- which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened three times

Masterlist

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It had been almost three weeks since she had been almost taken advantage of in the Godswood.

Three painful weeks.

She was the same as she had always been outwardly- still outgoing, determined, hot headed, and witty.

But something still stirred deep inside.

Cregan knew that only time could heal the fear that still dwelled deep inside of her.

But the time was started to weigh on him as well.

Three weeks since they had been intimate.

But it was not for lack of trying.

It always started out alright. A few kisses that turned into something more. But when he would lay her on the bed and begin to let his hands wander, he could see the fear that bubbled from deep inside her.

And nothing would continue from there.

He could practically feel the whispers of the rats within the Winterfell walls. Rumors of what had made such a happy marriage fall apart.

He had grown tired of her. She had cheated. Perhaps she was pregnant.

It all angered him more than he liked to admit.

…

He sat with her on the small sofa of their chambers, the fireplace crackling.

“What was your question?” She asked with a smile and a furrowed brow.

“What animal would you wish to face? Here in the north?” He said as he sipped ale from his cup.

She hummed before easily answering, “oh. A wolf.”

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that rose from his throat. “A wolf? You wish to face a wolf, my love? You have no weapons in this scenario.”

“I am aware,” she continues to smile as she stood and moved to the bookshelf.

He watched as her fingers skimmed the spines of the books, “I do not believe you wish to face a wolf.”

She pulled a book from the shelf, satisfied with her choice and she moved back to the sofa. “Oh, I do.”

“You are strong, but I do not believe you may beat a wolf.”

She sat down next to him, “Best him? Why must I do that?”

Cregan was confused. “A wolf is aggressive. Proud. Protective. You cannot walk past it without showing it respect.”

“I do show respect.” She hummed as she began to open the book and read. “What would you choose, Cregan?”

“A mere rabbit. Perhaps a fox.” He laughed, “I do not see you surviving a wolf attack.”

She huffed and set her book aside, “I did not specify which wolf.”

Oh.

Oh.

He felt a smirk rise, “Oh, and what kind is that?”

She smiled and leaned to him, “a hungry one.”

He reached forward and grabbed her chin, “And pray tell, who will protect you from such a wolf?”

“Who said I was hiding?”

He couldn’t stop his lips from meeting hers.

The kiss was deep. Passionate and yet, gentle and kind.

His hands gripped her waist and pulled her to him.

She clambered into his lap.

Cregan pulled away, remembering that perhaps he should start to slow down. “Let us not be hasty-“

“I want you, Cregan,” she panted into his mouth.

He felt a jolt in his stomach.

She hadn’t said that in weeks.

He nodded, connecting their lips again as he pulled at his tunic.

She began to untie the knots on her shift.

He pulled his tunic from him as their lips disconnected, and she pulled her shift off just the same.

“Let us move to the bed-“

“No,” she stated firmly with a hand on his chest. She leaned forward and connected their lips again, “just here.”

He wouldn’t deny that request.

Her hips began to rock against his tented pants, causing him to let out a low hiss.

He nodded, gripping her hips and trying to move her to lay on the couch.

“No, no, no,” she said as she shook her head.

He was beginning to understand.

She felt trapped under him. Overpowered.

It reminded her of then.

But here? She was in control.

He nodded, beginning to trail kisses down her jaw

Her hand moved down pulling at his pants.

He smiled against her neck, bucking his hips up to let her remove his pants. A small whine came from her at the pressure against her.

Once his pants were to his knees, he reached up and grabbed her face, making her look at him, “you’re sure about this?”

She nodded.

“This is not of pity? I will never think less of you if we need to stop.”

“I want this, Cregan. I want you. Please.”

He couldn’t deny that now, could he?

When she began to move herself down to meet him, his hips bucked involuntarily.

He cursed under his breath. He needed to keep himself under control.

Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she sunk herself down onto him, her brows furrowing with the familiar stretch that had almost become foreign due to time.

Cregan let out a groan, his knuckles turning white as he gripped at the couch.

She stopped when she was fully seated on him panting lightly. Her forehead brushed his.

“You alright?” He asked in a whisper.

She nodded and a breathless smile overcame her, “I’m perfect.”

He continued to trail kisses down her neck, pausing when she began to move herself.

His hips tried to buck again, but he caught himself, chewing his lip to pieces in concentration.

“You feel so good, Cregan.” She grinded her hips. “I’ve missed you.”

“Gods, I’ve miss you too.”

His lips moved to capture hers as he pulled her tightly to him.

She kissed back with as much fervor as him, pulling his face closer.

…

“I do believe I like that position,” she finally said as she cuddled against him under the furs of their bed.

He grinned, “Do you?”

She nodded, “it felt nice.”

Cregan moved his head down to kiss the top of her head. “Perhaps next time I may lay down? So I may see all of you?”

Though he couldn’t see it in the dark, he could practically feel the gears in her mind spinning.

“We don’t have to. It’s just a thought.”

“No.” She nodded. “No. I want to. That sounds lovely.”

He smiled and pulled her closer to him. His eyes closed.

A long silence filled the dark room before he spoke again, “You truly believe you could best a wolf?”

She smiled, pushing herself up to meet his gaze, “Only the Wolf of the North.”

He leaned up, connecting their lips, “Yes. Yes, I suppose you could.”

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