#inbox is filled with donation asks

[toskateeth]

i love your lobster plush!!!! lobsters are one of my favorite animals!! 🦞🦞🦞

THANK YOUUU

tundra and taiga also say hi :3c

[babsaros]

hey, regular reminder that if you get someone in your inbox (that you have never interacted with before/has never been following you) asking you to reblog a post on their blog (sob story asking for donations, usually about a pet to make it extra guilt-trippy) and they specifically ask you to answer this ask privately (for a vague and weak reason, why wouldn't they want more eyes on this post?) and then you go to their blog and their account is days old at most (and they're even claiming they have an old account that got shadowbanned ((?? being "shadowbanned" on tumblr does not mean you can't still post from that account?)) but never mention the url of that old blog) and all their reblogs are straight from the op and not from anyone they might be following who reblogged the post first (indicating they just quickly searched a semi-popular fandom tag to reblog some innocuous fanart to make the blog seem lived in)-

this is probably a scam :/ keep your eye out for odd details, inconsistency, and a glaring lack of credibility. stay safe out there everypony.

[nurse-floyd]

See You at the Finish

Lando x reader request “If you could, could you possibly write a Lando x best friend!reader. she’s also a driver (you can choose which team) and gets into a pretty bad crash.”

A/N: Please request - my inbox is open again and as always please consider donating to my sick cat's vet fund - we are currently waiting a surgical opinion for the wound under her arm that hasn't healed.

@callsign-swan @ice-man-goes-bwoah @vroomvroomcircuit

This was often how you spent your pre-race, the banter, the laughing. Just like you’d done since you karted every Sunday morning together. But this wasn’t just another karting race, the stakes were bigger and the cars you drove were far more dangerous. Under all the bickering and joking, you both gave each other the same look before you hugged and parted ways to your separate garages. Be safe. Drive safe. Come back in one piece. 

“See you at the finish line Norris,” you yelled over your shoulder, “I’ll be sure to save you some champagne.” 

“In your dreams,” he yelled back. 

*** 

The garage was filled with the usual pre-race chaos, tires being warmed, engineers getting last minute data and you talking to your race engineer as he helped you with your gloves and helmet. 

“Remember, the race isn’t won in the first lap. Keep it on track today, stay in the points,” he told you. 

“Alright, alright,” you replied, “as long as I finish ahead of Norris, the day will be good.” 

Your engineer said your name in a warning tone but you just giggled, sliding the helmet over your head and grabbing another engineer's arm as they helped you climb into the cockpit. 

*** 

The race was going well. You’d managed a few good overtakes, kept within DRS and were keeping up a good pace. It happened on lap 38. 

Lando was in the front, fighting Charles for position when the yellow flag flashed across his steering wheel. His engineer came over his earpiece, “red flag Lando. Red flag.” 

“Who?” he asked. 

Lando’s blood ran cold as his engineer said your name. He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he got the order to return to the pit. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt sick. 

“Are they okay?” 

“We’re not sure.” 

Lando was out of his car before he’d even been fully pulled into the garage. He caught sight of the carnage on the screen. Your car was crumpled against a barrier, smoking and Marshals were already surrounding it with extinguishers in hand. The medical team showed up quickly, not quick enough in his mind but they were helping you out of the car. He exhaled shakily as the crowd cheered and you gave them a small wave. He could tell you were hurt though, the way you were leaning on the medics as they ushered you towards the medical car told him you hadn’t fully escaped injury. 

Lando wanted nothing more than to run to the medical centre to be with you. To make sure you were okay with his own two eyes, but there was still a race to finish whether you’d be a part of it or not, duty called. 

He was barely holding it together by the time the race ended. P3 didn’t matter, the points towards the drivers and constructors championship didn’t matter. He mumbled through interviews, disinterested and focussed only on getting to his best friend. 

He’d asked his engineer for updates and even his team principal but they had no information for him yet. Finally his phone screen lit up. 

A picture of you, in a cut up fireproofs and a goofy smile on your face. “Concussion, broken ribs but no internal bleeding. Yay!” 

He shook his head. He got the information he needed about where they’d taken you and as soon as he was done with debriefing he was climbing in his car and speeding towards the hospital. 

Despite your reassurance and the proof of life, he still drove in silence. No music and no talking. Just the sound of the engine roaring as he sped his way through the streets to find you. He couldn’t get the image of your car out of his mind or the thought that he could have lost you today. 

*** 

He froze in the doorway for a moment. You were surrounded by motors and IV’s and looked so small but you were alive. It took you a few moments to realise you weren’t alone anymore as you sleepily opened your eyes and met his. You held your hand out to him making a grabby hand motion. 

“You look like shit,” you whispered. 

He exhaled, part choked sob and part laugh. He crossed the room in three quick strides before he was crouching at the side of the bed. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” he said, not even bothering to hide his panic. 

“Did I win?” 

Lando rolled his eyes, “how much morphine have they given you?” 

“Mmm,” you paused in thought, “dunno. A lot. Feel good.” 

Lando sighed, his eyes watery, “your car was in pieces. Thought I’d lost you when I saw the wreck on screen.” 

You blinked sleepily, “‘m okay.” 

“You’re not,” he bit back a little more harshly than he’d intended to. “You’ve got a concussion and broken ribs. That’s not okay.” 

“Coulda been worse. Coulda died.” 

“Not funny,” Lando replied. 

“Not joking.” 

He let out a sigh as he sat back into the chair next to your bed. He didn’t say anything, just watched you breathe, watched you drift in and out of sleep to reassure himself you were okay. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if today was worse than it was,” he admitted quietly. 

You slid your hand across the bedsheet and reached for his. 

“I’m still here,” you reassured. 

He nodded, his jaw clenching tightly. “Don’t do it again.” 

“Don’t plan on it Norris.” 

Your hand stayed in his until you drifted off and even after you had, Lando kept tight hold of you. Afraid that if he let go he’d lose you.

[crimsonhoney]

I know that one writing prompt blog that got canceled to hell and back for rightfully exposing the gaza scam ring for being scammers is giggling saying I told y’all so right now because they were ahead of their time—fast forward to a year later, most people now realize that writing prompt blog was right all along (it only took these people’s mentions, dms and inbox being filled with hundreds of these bots begging them for their money and saying they’d kill themselves and their families if they didn’t donate to them for these people to realize they were scammers) and calling out gaza scam for being what they are, a damn scam ring, doesn’t get you cancelled to hell and back anymore. It now gets you thousands of notes of people agreeing with you.

I mean not to be like I told you so but I knew the writing prompt blog was right ever since y’all were cancelling them for it. I just didn’t say anything back then because people lost their critical thinking skills as soon as a scammer used the Gaza card to make people dumb and naive. Because oh no they say they’re from Gaza. They say they’re vetted by this shady organization I’ve never heard of outside of tumblr before. We must not question how porn bots miraculously disappeared as soon as these “Palestinians” began popping in our inbox 100 times a day with their messages formatted in the exact same way, same script and all. We must not question how sus every is and we must forget everything we’ve learned about internet safety and how obviously a scam it is when a stranger begs us for our money with some sob story.

Like at this point if you still genuinely believe these bots, please open your eyes. Real Palestinian people are going through a genocide. It’s safe to assume they don’t have access to the internet when they have no home or food. They’re fearing for their lives every minute of every day, they’re not gonna spend their time on Tumblr going to each people’s dms and inbox individually to beg for money. They’re not gonna tell you they’d kill themselves and their kids if you, specifically you, didn’t post their asks and donate to them. They’re not gonna use the same copy and paste script. Not to mention how real Palestinians can’t even use money there when there’s nothing for them to buy since everything is debris and ashes. Just use your brain.

For real organizations, your donation money will be used to help deliver them food or build them shelters or anything to help. But I strongly believe people in Gaza individually don’t need money currently when they can’t buy anything directly. (They need food, shelter, clean water and clothes, and a real organization could provide them these with your donation money.)

So if you want to donate, donate directly to organizations you know that’s not some shady blog pretending to vet other blogs on tumblr under the pretense of a sketchy organization that apparently does not exist outside of this site.

Don’t let the word Gaza cloud your common sense.

If it’s obviously a scam when they were porn bots, Nigerian prince, or someone pretending to be a famous person on a secret account, it’s just as obliviously a scam when they wear the pretense of Palestinians.

[miguelhugger2099]

OMG HIIIII I HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

I LOVE UR STORIES

So imagine Fem reader just going through her closet throwing out old things along with miguel and she finds an old shoebox of hers opens it and its her retired vibrator and pink dildo that she hasn’t used since she started dating Miguel and she’s looking at him awkwardly since she said that she totally threw them away so miguel gets back at her by taking the toys and making her use them

ANYWHO BYYEE THANKKZZZ

Pretty in Pink

me when you appear in my inbox, throw a smut prompt in my face and dip: ∑(; °Д°) i genuinely had fun with this request i made him speak more spanish than usual idk why lol but as always, if you don't like it, i'd be more than happy to make another one <3

Miguel x Reader, Smut, Word Count: 2,777

You stare up into your messy closet; old clothes, old photos and yearbooks and maybe some plastic shopping bags you forgot about were all scattered inside. Hands on your hips, you blink at the cluttered mess while Miguel is behind you and crosses his arms with an unamused look. “You really let it get this bad?” He asks, looking down at you. Miguel had called to say he wanted to see you but you told him it was cleaning day for you and you decided to deep clean. He assured you he still wanted to come over and even help you but when he arrived he wasn’t expecting to see how even the smallest places needed organizing. Life got in the way, you told him. You shrug and let out a deep sigh. “Just help me.” You grunt with a roll of your eyes and go on your tiptoes to reach the top shelf in your closet. There was a big heavy box filled with god-knows-what and you huffed as you slammed it down on your bed. Miguel takes a peek through it while your hands empty out the contents. A two year old angel halloween costume, childhood belongings for sentimental value and a local shopping bag that held your graduation gown. “How do you even still have these?” Miguel scoffs a laugh while he digs through with you, picking up a stack of old movie tickets you used to collect. You snatch the wad of crumbled tickets back with a pout on your face. “They have sentimental value.” Miguel chuckles and teasingly pinches the tip of your nose. “I know but stop being a hoarder. C’mon. Pick what you wanna keep and pick what you don’t. I’ll get a trash bag for the stuff you don’t want.” Miguel then steps out of the room, leaving you alone to set up two piles. You huffed out a big sigh and got to work. Carefully, you picked things one by one to decide if you really needed it.

Some old shirts that didn't fit you were tossed in the don't want pile and the cute headband you thought you lost was placed in the keep pile. Any other things like some old bags or trinkets you grew out of were placed in a different pile on the floor for trash. When the top shelf was fairly cleaned out, Miguel came back with two large black trash bags and began helping you stuff the things away for donation, trash or something along those lines. You then sat on your knees to start on the floor area of the closet, picking out shoes that were too small now and tossing them to Miguel. You reached for a small shoe box in the corner and opened it up to see if any shoes inside were still usable. You didn’t expect to see a matching set of your old baby pink vibrator and hot pink dildo catching dust inside. You gagged on your own spit in surprise, feeling the color drain from your face. You were sure you threw it out. You didn’t need them anymore, not since your first time with Miguel just a little over a year and a half ago. “What’s that?” You hear Miguel peek over you, curious since you stopped handing him things. You slam the shoebox shut. “Nothing!” But he had already seen it. “It’s nothing–haha.” You strained, standing up to open the trash bag Miguel brought to throw it in there but he stops your wrist. With his other hand he takes the box and you screech, trying to take it back. He lifts it open and inside are the familiar toys he’d seen before.

He remembered assuring you that you didn’t need them anymore–not with him around. So he made you promise something to him that day. He made you promise to throw it away after you both had sex; that while you had him, no flimsy toy could ever satisfy you like he could. You kept most of that promise. You really hadn’t picked them up since, you just forgot to actually throw them out. “I thought I told you to trash these.” He glared down at you. You pause reaching for the box, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as you try to excuse yourself. “I-I did—I was!” You stutter and feel yourself get smaller and panic when he cocks an eyebrow up. “I haven’t used them!” “At all?” “At all.” You grip around his forearm, hoping he wouldn’t be pissed you broke your promise. He glances back down into the box, the sight of it pissing him off. “Sit.” And so you sat on your bed, looking up at Miguel. Miguel picks up the small baby pink bullet vibrator in his hand. He turns it around to find the button and playfully clicks through the different settings. The buzz of the bullet makes your face burn, slightly angry and embarrassed how he’s just fucking around. “Okay, I get it! I’m sorry–just throw it out.” You groan and reach for it again but he snaps his head to glare down at you and you freeze. His eyes narrowed. “How’d you like it?” He asks, turning to face you, your eyes meeting his stomach before you look up.

“Huh?” You ask. He presses through the settings again as if guessing. “Did you like it slow?” He clicks to the first vibration. “Or maybe fast?” He hums as he clicks to the fifth vibration. He guesses you like it faster. You’re stumped. You weren’t sure where he was going with this. You don’t think he’s angry but he’s quiet–there’s something about him that’s changing the shift in your conversation. You cross your legs together when you hear the small buzz increasing. “Fast,” You mutter. “Start at one or two then to three or four.” You look away from him playing with your old toys, your heart speeding up at the sight of the two things that gave you pleasure these past few years. Miguel tosses the box on the bed. You yelp when Miguel pushes you down onto the bed, his knee already forcing your legs apart. You gape up at him, open mouthed in shock when the look on his face is more sinister, head full of ideas of what he’s planning to do. It makes you gulp nervously. “How ‘bout I try them out? You let me know if they’re just as good as me, yeah?”

“Huh?” You squeak out and before you know it, Miguel crashes his lips onto yours. Your eyes flutter close and your hands find purchase in his hair, a dance the two of you knew like the back of your hand. His tongue easily slips through to the inside of your mouth, entangling itself with your own tongue. You moan and roll your eyes back, kissing his back with equal fervor. You buck your hips up to grind yourself on his knee, you can already feel yourself getting wet. He helps alleviate that pressure by rubbing his knee to your aching pussy and you sigh in relief. His left hand holds your waist then moves up your body to cup a tit in his hand that makes you moan his name between kisses. Miguel then slides that hand under your shirt, lifting it up to show your bra. His kisses don't relent up, instead pushing your bra up to reveal your breasts to him and freeing them from confinement. He massages your breast in one hand and ghosts his thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden from the soft touch. Miguel moves his hand to tug your pants down and you lift your hips up to help him rip them off. He clicks the button of the vibrator and ever so gently presses it against your clothed cunt, the small wet patch making it easier to feel through the fabric. You jolt from the buzz, gasping and holding onto Miguel’s wrist. He rips your hand off and collects both of them to pin them above your head. Just one hand from him is enough to render you helpless. He then pushes your panties aside to slip the vibrator right on your clit. You choked on a gasp and tried to pry your hands away from him but he wouldn’t lend up. Your hips squirmed around to try and get away from the sudden stimulation. “I bet you missed this feeling, huh? Is it better than my cock?” He hums against your neck. You shake your head, your face burning up with desire. “N-no…” You whined, nothing was as good as Miguel but he tsks under his breath.

“No? But look at you making a mess on it already. I barely even started.” He whispers, leaning up to bite your earlobe and you moan. His voice had gotten deeper, more husky–just how you liked it. He rubs it gently, applying pressure a few times to find the spot that hits your nerves. You moaned his name when he found the exact point and he began circling around your swollen nub. His action made you jump from pleasure, the shock of it hitting your chest and down to your pussy. “Un poco de vibración y ya estás mojadita en mi mano.” He murmurs, clicking the bullet to a faster pace. You writhe and struggle between deciding to close or open your legs. Miguel struggles to keep the small bullet in his hand, the toy being incredibly tiny compared to his large fingers especially when it was wet from your cunt. Growing frustrated, Miguel pulls the vibrator off your clit making you whimper. He lugs your nimble body up and he moves to lay back against the headboard laying you to rest against his chest. You can feel his strained cock behind you but you barely have time to properly register it before he places your familiar hot pink dildo in front of you. “Muestrame cómo lo usaste antes.” He brushes his lips behind your ear. He helps you hold onto the base of it and you weakly look up at him with a lustful and dazed hum. “Miggy…” You whimper.

“Hazlo.” He growls as he places the silicon tip at your weeping entrance. He rubs the girth of it between your folds to lube it up, especially at its tip. He then lets go of your hand to move up to your breast and starts fondling the round flesh in his palm, using his fingers to roll and flick the nub. It sparks pleasure to your stomach and you bite your lip. You take a firm grip around the dildo and slide it inside your folds, your pussy sucking up the toy into its walls slowly. You moan and lean your head on Miguel’s shoulder. He leans down to nibble on your neck, his canines catching your flesh in between them as he suckles gently while playing with your perky tits. Miguel’s left hand holds the baby pink vibrator and he sets it at its lowest setting before placing it over your clit again. You gasp and arch your back off of Miguel’s chest, bucking your hips to meet the vibrator which makes you also shove the dildo further inside your cunt. “Hnngh! Mig–uel!” You mewled, closing your eyes as you submit to ecstasy. Miguel chuckles, kissing your jaw. “Que te pasa? I’m barely doing a thing. That’s all you, mami.” He rubs the toy around your swollen clit while you pump the dildo in and out of you. Your hips thrust in time with your hand with the vibrator slipping and even smearing your juices from around your labia. Miguel turns up the speed of the buzzing and you let out a high-pitched moan. “No–no, please–” You squeal. “Wait–wait…” You pleaded and grabbed his wrist but Miguel didn't budge. “I thought you liked it fast.” He teased.

“‘s..’s too much…” You mutter, slowing down the dildo into soft long strokes, fucking it up into yourself to hit that sweet spot Miguel always hits. Even with a toy, you’re thinking of him. Miguel pulls on your hardened nipple and you cry out, clenching on the dildo. “Too much?” He scoffs. “You’ve taken a lot more, nena. C’mon, make it faster just how you like it, yeah?” He mutters, moving your hand off the silicon to replace it with his. With your hand now free, you reach up and behind you to grab onto Miguel’s locks. Miguel then pumps the dildo deeper inside you causing you to scream and pull on his hair, bucking your hips against the toy. “Miggy, Miggy–!” You whined, looking down at the sight of his hands using the pretty pink set of adult toys filling and playing with your wet pussy. “Oh, fuck…” You groan, thrusting yourself wildly onto the silicon. “More…” He smirks. “There she is.” He groans and clicks the vibrator to a higher setting, the buzz becoming louder as it surrounds your sensitive clit and folds, the dildo pounding into your cunt at a fast yet hard pace. It was like Miguel was fucking you with his cock himself. “Is it better than me, mami? Did you miss stuffing these inside you?” He murmurs against your ear as he continues to thrust it inside you, slipping the vibrator in circles and pressing it against your puffy entrance.

You shake your head while sweat beads down your forehead. “No…” You whined. Miguel doesn’t believe you. “No? Should I stop?” He slowed his hand down and was about to turn off the buzzing bullet when you squealed and grabbed his wrist tightly to stop him. “Don’t stop.” You pleaded, panting since you finally got the chance to regulate your breathing. Miguel tuts in disapproval. “It’s only good when you do it…” You murmured and his smirk grew back on his lips. “Oh yeah?” He kisses your cheek, slowly starting up his pace again, staring at the way your slick glistens against the hot pink color. You relax on his back again, stuttering your hips as they thrust up. “Mhm..” You moan and gasp when he pounds the toy into you, its soft balls slapping against you. In the middle of fucking you with your own toy, Miguel’s hand gets drenched with the overwhelming amount of juices that you leaked out of your wet pussy. He resists the urge to rip the dildo out from you and dive between your legs for a taste. He settles for licking his chapped lips instead and fucks it into you faster. Your body begins sweating profusely, squirming about as you try to reach your high as fast as you could. Miguel presses the vibrator at a faster pace and you screech, your nails digging into his skin. Your face scrunches up in pleasure and your breathing becomes uneven, panting heavy breaths as your mind gets clouded with the goal of cumming.

“Already close, mama? Go ahead.” He urged you further to your release. He watched as he hands made quick work to fuck and please you, bewitched with how perky your nipples got and how your body bounced and grinded on some plastic dick. “Miguel, harder…” You whined, spreading your legs further apart. With a kiss to your neck, he thrusts the dildo into you and clicks the vibrator to its highest setting, shocking your nerves and getting the breath knocked out of you as it makes you see stars. You screech out a high pitched moan, stilling and shaking your legs while your pussy clamps on the toy and drenches it in your cum. Miguel slips it out with a wet shlick and sets the vibrator to a lower setting to ease out your orgasm. With now one hand free, he wraps his arm around you and cups your left breast, giving it a small squeeze before pushing your bra back down over them. He kisses along your neck and jaw, murmuring praises to you. “Así es, hiciste bien…” He whispers as you slowly come out from the haze. You pant softly and twitch when the vibrator buzzes on your now sensitive clit. Miguel turns it off quickly and sets it to the side with the dildo and rubs your inner thighs comfortingly. You hum and lean back against him, catching your breath as your cheeks slowly stop burning as well. “Do you still wanna keep them?” He kisses along your neck, feeling your blood pump through your veins. You gaze over at the box and to the abandoned toys to the side. “Maybe the vibrator. The dildo wasn’t big enough.”

A/N: how r we feeling ? ┗(･ω･;)┛

[sister-lucifer]

i’m taking fic comms everyone!

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my partner needs to raise some funds, so i’m taking writing commissions!

even if you don’t plan on commissioning, please reblog this so others see it!

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(and even if you don’t want a com, please consider donating to him here -> LINK)

please read the full post before commissioning!

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I will write:

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Character x Character

One shots

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Selfcest

Non/Dubcon

Gore

Monsterfucking

🌟all fandoms i write for are in my bio🌟

I won’t write:

(PT: I won’t write:)

Incest

Pedophilia or anything nsfw with underage characters

Beastiality

Scat

Vomit

Real people fiction

Anything for DSMP or Harry Potter

Anything with multiple chapters

if something you want isn’t on either of the above lists, just ask!

Pricing:

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If you’re interested, please leave a message in my inbox with a brief overview of what you want. If I decide to take your commission, I will message you.

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If I message you, we will work out the details of your commission and I will have you send half the money upfront to my partner’s venmo, cashapp or ko-fi and then send me proof of your payment. You will pay the other half when the fic is finished.

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even if you don’t plan on commissioning, please reblog this so others see it!

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[venusrising91]

Cam-Boy

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut 18+ (sprinkle of plot)

Summary: Bunny_hunk_lee is the top OF performer in your state—he’s also the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve been subscribed to his channel for months, and when a rare opportunity to breathe the same air as him presents itself, you leap at it.

Word count: 1,960 (about 2 pgs)

T/W: Forced urination, para-social relationship and power imbalance

“Bi_sexiboi93! Thanks for that generous donation. Much appreciated babe.”

You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face at the sound of your username leaving Bunny_hunk_lee’s lips. You never missed a stream and tonight’s was spectacular. You shared an orgasm—through the screen of course.

Bunny_hunk_lee toweled the cum off his abs with a smirk and the sight alone was enough to push you over the edge once more. But you controlled yourself, and instead sent him another donation—double the amount of the last one. “Whoa, thanks again Bi_sexiboi93. You really love me don’t you baby?”

He spoke like this to all of his subscribers—it was nothing special, you knew well. But that didn’t stop the heat from spreading through you at the mention—at the acknowledgement.

After flexing his triceps and giving his cum-slick cock a few more pulls, Bunny_hunk_lee ended the stream. You sighed and cleaned yourself up, then slipped in bed, pulling out your phone for one last doom scroll before resting.

A new post from Bunny_hunk_lee appeared on your feed. He was wearing the same clothes he had on during the stream, except it was daytime. He must have snapped it beforehand. It was a shot of him face down on his bed, in a hoodie and shorts—plump muscular ass taking up most of the frame. You commented: wish i was under you👅

Already drowsy from the orgasm, sleep came as easily as breathing, and you drifted.

The next morning, you woke twenty minutes after your alarm had gone off, and that meant that you had to rush through your shower and breakfast to avoid being late for work. Thankfully you made it there in time for the weekly meeting. When it was done, you caught up on some emails and before long, your lunch hour rolled around. You took it at your desk and whipped out your phone while you ate.

You nearly choked as the notifications filled your screen. Bunny_hunk_lee replied to your comment: oh yeah? What state you live in babe?

He had liked all six of the photos on your profile grid. Most were selfies you’d taken at the gym and a few blurry food pics. Your heart began pumping faster when you saw the icon indicating two unread messages from him in your inbox.

ur hot.

wanna bottom for me on OF?

You stared at the words with your mouth hanging open. You typed out four replies, deleting each one. Your initial reactions were too cringey to send. As you tried for a fifth time, a green dot appeared next to his profile pic. Then:

typing…

Fuck. Why was your heart beating so fast? Before you could steel yourself, another message popped up.

forgot to add, it’s for pre-recorded content, not a stream so can blur ur face

Anonymity and a chance to be with him? Who could ask for anything more? You took a deep breath and wrote:

I’m down. When and where?

Your hands were shaking as you exchanged messages back and forth, arranging the time and place for the shoot. He sent you his health details and a clean STD panel. You did the same, luckily having just gotten your results back from your last physical a few days ago. The timing was perfect. And you even lived near his address. All this time, he was just a twenty minute drive from your apartment. 

The rest of the day was a blur. Hell, the rest of the week. You were riding on a high—one you didn’t want to come down from. The man you’ve been jacking off to every night not only thinks you’re hot, but he wants to fuck you too. You could hardly believe it. 

Later, he went live and you tried watching the stream but found that it made you jitter with nerves and so for the first time in two years, you skipped it.

When the day of the scheduled hook-up finally arrived, you could hardly take steady breaths. You wished the drive up to his place took longer so you could gather yourself. But you were there in a flash.

Once you showed up, he stood on the other side of the door, smiling down at you. He was taller than you by more than just a few inches. You hadn’t expected that. In person his muscles were more defined—his complexion even richer. 

“Don’t look so nervous—I won’t bite until you ask me to, come on in.”

He opened the door wide and you slipped past him with a shy chuckle, catching a whiff of his cologne. Tom Ford, expensive stuff.

“Nice place,” you said, taking inventory of his spacious, luxury condo.

“Thanks. Bedroom’s just through there. Need anything before we get going. Water? Bathroom?”

You shook your head and made for the room. It was three times the size of yours. A camera was pointed at the bed. He came in and stood behind it, fiddling with the settings before peeling off his shirt.

“Should I take mine off too?” you asked.

“Whatever makes you comfortable, baby. Speaking of comfort, got any boundaries? Anything off limits?”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you blurted out in excitement before thinking. He chuckled.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He stepped from behind the camera and began palming your cock over your jeans, breathing minty breath over you all the while. He had you out of your clothes in seconds. 

“You gonna be a good bottom and stay hard for me the whole time?” he whispered as he gripped you, sliding his hand from base to tip and back again. You nodded, unable to find the words to form a reply. A small, helpless whimper escaped you as he tipped your head to the side and kissed the length of your neck. He made his way to your mouth. His tongue swirled around yours, warm and soft between your lips. The embrace was so intense that you had to pull away to catch your breath. As you panted, he put a hand on your shoulder, urging you onto your knees. He reached inside his pants and his thick cock sprang free. Quickly he took hold of it, slapping it against your face.

“Open your mouth for me,” he cooed, bottom lip caught between his teeth while he stared down at you. His head fell back as you swallowed him. “Just like that,” he added, groaning and fisting your hair. He let you give him head for as long as you wanted, praising you the whole time. The taste of his clean skin had you leaking onto the hardwood floors. He noticed the growing micro pool of it as he pulled you to your feet. “Crawl on the bed, all fours, ass to the camera. Gonna spread that hole and get you dripping even more.”

Once you assumed the position he’d asked of you, he struck an open palm across both of your ass cheeks. You gasped at the sting, then moaned long and hard as his tongue circled your entrance. He ate you for what felt like ages, teasing you here and there with tugs and strokes. You almost came as he pumped your rock hard cock from behind. Suddenly you jerked with the beginning of what would have been the most intense release of your life, but he abruptly drew back, sensing your orgasm and robbing you of it.

“Not yet, baby. Haven’t even given you my pipe. You want it don’t you?” You nodded, then he chuckled and slapped your ass cheeks again, driving away the sensation of your building orgasm and somehow, making you even harder than you had been. 

He took a break from spanking you to adjust the camera angle, leaving you feeling bare and exposed without the warmth of his body near yours. When he returned, you looked over your shoulder at him and caught a glimpse of his sculpted body. He was like an Adonis carving as he hovered over you. He winked before depositing a generous stream of lube onto your hole, spreading it around with his finger. He pushed one inside and you arched as it slid in.

“You’re tighter than I’m used to. I’ll take it slow,” he said.

He was true to his word, and took his time entering you. The stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. He had you fisting the sheets, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as he gave you deep strokes. 

Over and over again, he buried his length inside you. Sounds of him pounding you echoed throughout the space. It went on for long, glorious moments. Soon, he slowed his pace, and the tip of his cock curved against your prostate as his balls hit your ass. He lingered there, grinding. The motion made your eyes roll back while he pressed himself deeper, rubbing his engorged head against your spot and making you leak all over his clean sheets. It took you a moment to realize he was getting close. He emptied a hot burst of cum inside you the next instant, prompting your release. It swept over you like a storm—you weathered it beneath him, ass stuffed full of his cock. 

The ropes came one after another, followed by sharp cries. You shuddered there under all his weight, until he wrapped his arms around your waist and chest, then lifted you off the bed. You hadn’t realized how much stronger he was than you. It was like you weighed nothing to him, despite being pretty stocky and muscular yourself.

“What are you doing?” you asked through heavy breaths as he lowered you onto his lap, both of you were at the edge of the bed now, facing the camera.

“Buying time,” he whispered into your ear, “No one’s ever made me cum that fast.”

Before you could beg him to give you a minute or two to recover from your high, his hand was around your softening, sensitive cock. He pumped hard. You shrieked, bucking and jerking against his firm body. He stilled you with even harder strokes and you stopped fighting as a strange sensation overtook you. 

Before long something began building up—a sharp pressure, not unlike the feeling of almost pissing your pants.

“Please s-stop,” you begged between shivers and breaths. “Feels like I’m gonna—gonna—”

“Piss all over yourself and my floor?” he asked, pumping you even harder, “I know—that’s what I’m betting on. It'll look great on camera.”

Your eyes rolled back for the second time in one night as he pinned you tighter against him, one hand stroking you, the other cupping your balls—which were empty. It was your bladder that wasn’t.

“B-but—”

“Shhhh, it’ll feel good. Even better than the orgasm I just gave you, and you'll probably cum a little more beforehand too. I Promise. Just relax, let it happen. You’ll see, there’s nothing like it.”

You were too overstimulated to protest—to speak—to do anything outside of let your body be led by his influence. He guided you along the path of your second high. You didn’t think it was possible to feel anything as intense as the orgasm you just had. You were wrong. You came again somehow, just like he said you would.

Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside you. You clenched around it uncontrollably and braced yourself against him as the contents of your bladder came gushing out, hard and fast like a fountain. He milked you for every drop as you squealed and writhed in his lap with your back against his chest, panting and on the verge of collapse.

“That’s it sexy. Let it all out for me like a good bottom.”

More tight-fisted strokes sent you arching and spraying. You had never felt anything like this. The floor beneath you was soaked. Both of you were drenched now. He didn’t seem to mind, and pressed kisses into your neck. The wetter you made the place, the more he praised you. You poured like a water hose for a full thirty seconds (you watched the recording once it was posted and timed it).

When at last he drained you of everything, you lay sprawled on the bed, limp and tender as a noodle. He helped you clean yourself, then lay beside you.

“Fuck that was good,” he said, tucking both hands behind his head. “You down for another round. Maybe later this week?”

You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his chest. He stroked your back. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I’d love that.”

[caelanglang]

Charity Sketch Commissions ‼️ 🇵🇸

Donate then I'll draw something for you! There will be two ways of donation—monetary or e-sims both ways have their own tiers for you to choose from. slots will be limited. I lowered the prices to encourage more donations! There will be two kinds of donations: monetary donations (to Care For Gaza and Gaza Direct Aid) and e-sims donation by emailing e-sims QR codes to gazaesims

I will not be asking for any payment. I will only be needing a proof of donation with the date :))

more info below!

Monetary Donation

directly donate to Care for Gaza or Gaza Direct Aid

here are the tiers I am open for:

Chibi style sketch: 3$ (+2$ per additional character)

Anime style sketch: 7$ (+5$ per additional character)

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E-sim Donation

this would require you to purchase from nomad and e-sim and email it to gazaesims@gmail.com. You will need to make an account in nomad in order to purchase their e-sims.

The tiers will be based on the e-sim plans offered:

10 GB (30 Days): 34$ [2-page comics (canvas is strictly a4 sized, unlimited panels)]

5 GB (30 Days): 22$ [character sheet (max of 6 characters— 4 anime style and 2 chibi style)]

3 GB (30 Days): 16$ [character sheet (max 4 characters, multiple dialogues are allowed)]

1 GB (7 Days): 9$ [flat colored sketch of a character]

how to donate e-sims (credits in here), more information in here

*note that every slot is for one kind of tier ONLY but you may buy multiple of that same tier to get more drawings (ex: buying three 10GB e-sims will give you a 6-page comic / buying two 1GB e-sim for two characters' colored sketch)

All i will be asking for is proof of donation (and email screenshot for e-sims donations with the dates)!

Please dm me to inquire. Once we've settled the commission, I will be giving you a gforms to fill out then start the commission as soon as I can. I am not as active in social media so please bear with me if my replies are late.

bonus extra: you can also choose the brush you want me to use ~

Terms of Service:

These are not my usual rates. I lowered the prices a lot to encourage more donations. I am sorry but I will be prioritizing this over inbox requests. Thank you for your understanding. Let's do our best to help the people.

That's all! Thank you so much for reading this far! Any shares are highly appreciated!

[three-murderous-ladies]

"They FAILED?!"

Hello, H0LL0W/mod here, these three(especially thavel) have been running rampant in my mind so why not make a blog for them?

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HEADCANONS(half of these are canon!)

(I'll start with canon first.)

☆— Out of Miss Thavel, Miss Bloomie, and Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie is the shortest of the three.

☆— Out of Miss Thavel, Miss Bloomie, and Miss Circle, Miss Thavel is the youngest of the three.

☆— Out of Miss Thavel, Miss Bloomie, and Miss Circle, Miss Circle is the tallest of the three.

☆— Miss Circle is 38, Miss Thavel is 35, and Miss Bloomie is 36.

☆— Oliver, Zip, and Edward are Miss Circle's favorite students.

☆— Miss Circle pefers Oreos and hates Kit-Kats.

(Now my headcanons)

☆— Miss Bloomie likes macaroons!

☆— Miss Thavel's wendigo form does have soft fur, even if sometimes it gets all matted with blood and pencils.

☆— Miss Circle hates vending machines with a passion.

☆— Miss Bloomie's favorite students are Edward, Robby, and Ruby.

☆— Miss Thavel's favorite student is Zip.

☆— Miss Circle hates laser pointers because they're "so hard to catch."

☆— Miss Bloomie has those second eyelid things some birds, cats, and snakes have.

☆— After school, Miss Thavel sometimes will fall asleep at her desk or random spots, laying there like one of those silly huge dogs.

☆— Miss Circle can use her hair as a blanket, which, to her dismay, has become a big hit with the kindergarteners.

☆— Psst. For the tickle community, Miss Bloomie's stomach is a weak spot, Miss Thavel's back and legs are sensitive, and Miss Circle will pretend she's not ticklish but go for the thighs and arms!

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RULES

No NSFW, I know the three are in their mid—late 30s, but no NSFW at all.

Do not force me to role-play with you, that can be quite annoying/irritating.

No spam.

No donation/Gaza asks, I don't have money to give you, and just like spam, this fills up the inbox.

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Ping time!

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Fellow Staff(FPE/EDGYVERSE)

@math-teacher-who-loves-oreos @miss-bloomies-science-class @wendigo-language-teacher @pansexual-music-teacher @lesbian-history-teacher @ask-principal-grace @best-art-teacher-miss-sasha @ask-mister-barrel @mister-hotchkiss-craft-teacher @janitor-mister-broomire @cosmic-astronomy-teacher @scizz-anatomy-teacher @ask-the-alert-brothers @ask-misscledor-anything

Students!

@ask-margaret-sterling @marvin-sterlinggg @oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @3dward-th3-s1lly @engels-ask-blog @askclairefpe @lana-and-her-sockpuppets @abbie-appleboy @sopibub @abbie-the-apple @emo-kitty-skell @riley-crazy-kid @rabies-infested-riley @zip-the-chaos-child @science-au-oliver006 @dragon-pirate-zip

Other

@yourlocalthief-ralph @ask-princess-alice-anything @alice-monstrous-princess @cannibalistic-forest-god @agethath3silly @viviansmagicshop @official-crazie @girl-from-the-snowy-forest @cannibalistic-forest-monster

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"Miss Thavel will talk like this."

"Miss Circle will talk like this."

"Miss Bloomie will talk like this."

Mod will talk like this!

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"BLOOMIE WE DON'T NEED THE HEADERS-"

"But-"

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Pinned FAQ

How do I request a card?

You can request up to 3 cards for free during openaskbox events! During those, the /ask inbox opens up for a few hours, during which I try to write as many as I can live on twitch and post them on tumblr.

After the event is over and I close that inbox, there are still a BUNCH of leftover requests. This is how I fill the daily content queue, I use those up til it's empty again and then run another openaskbox.

On Saturdays at 1pm EST I write all 28 cards due to go up for the week from that pool of leftover asks live on twitch and then queue them to go up after stream

What if I don't wanna wait?

If you'd like to throw a bit of cash around instead of waiting, you can buy via the etsy listing or you can tune in to those^ Saturday livestreams, there's a variety of ways to donate to get cards written for you on the spot

How do I buy the card I've requested?

The etsy listing is available here! Please remember to include in the notes of the purchase which card(s) you want to buy. If you'd like me to bundle together all the cards you've requested over a period of a few years, dm me here on the blog and I can quote you on a cheaper bundle price

Why did you answer all those asks, it messed up my dash?

Sorry about that! So to keep all of that ^ organized, at the end of the month, I answer about 112-140 leftover asks in order to record them to a proper "to-write document"

It helps me keep organized, it allows me to easily search for spelling issues, and it gets a few eyeballs on the request in case someone tries to slip an obscure slur into their request that I'm not cool with writing (it has happened)

Lots of the regulars are used to this dash nonsense, but there are folks who want to avoid it entirely. If you're on mobile I'd just recommend unfollowing for a while, but if you're on desktop, you can blacklist the tag "added to notepad" and go to xkit to tick the "fully hide blocked tags" option so it clears up your dash

Wait I thought requests were closed, why can I still send things?

That's because requests use /ask, but /submit is always open because it's for YOUR calligraphy, pet photos, fanart of man... etc. Requests are NOT open when it's not openaskbox day but feel free to send me cool shit YOU made anytime

Wait you have a twitch, do you do anything other than calligraphy?

I try! my schedule at work (restaurant) varies week to week so I try my best to stream whenever I've got free time to, nothing's really planned out though

What are your regular writing tools and paper?

I mainly just use speedball nibs, specifically the c-series (c-0 through c-4) because they're angled flat nibs that let me do most blackletter hands I write. I have a supply of leonardt thin tips for detailing and illustrating

The blackletter hands I use rotate through a gothic textura, an italic, a fraktur and an uncial throughout the day, since I post four cards per day.

As for paper, the cards you see on the daily are on plain index cue cards I buy from staples. When commissioned/doing larger pieces, I work with a variety of paper, including a 32 lb xerox paper that has juuuust a perfect amount of lamination that avoids ink feathering, black paper that I bought a hundred sheets of in 2019 and I no longer remember the label, and a BOATLOAD of southworth's ivory parchment paper at both 32 and 64 lb weights. If you're looking to get anything larger than 11x17, I have a bigass 18x24 pad of watercolour paper I can cut down to whatever size we need.

[kyra45]

I get emoji-filled donation requests for Palestinians everyday, some send me 3 at the same time from different blogs. A lot of them claim they're "vetted" such as by "trusted" vetters like 90-ghost. Has anyone/you looked at how the "vetters" are actually doing the "vetting?" Because a lot of these "vetted accounts" spam my inbox with red flags like say they need insulin and medication. It makes me feel like some of the the accounts "vetting" could be in on the scams.

I’m just answering this so I can kindly tell you not every gfm is a scam and that if you was so concerned about this you wouldn’t ask me on anon like a coward does when they don’t want people seeing what their blog posts about.

Now leave and never dare to come into my inbox again, jerk.

[windydrawallday]

While walking your merry way during this night of Halloween, a sudden cold and playful breeze left near your feet... 🍂🍂🍂

A Magical CANDY HUNT Card to fill! [FINISHED]

Welcome, everyone! From my dearests stray cats, to the roaming raccoons and crows that dive between my work and reblogs now and then: I'm inviting all of ya to my first Trick-Or-Treat Ask Box Game 🎃🎃🎃

����🦇🎉🦇[UPDATE: Card COMPLETED, YAY]🎉🦇🎉🦇

YOU CAN DOWNLOAD these little graphics for FREE HERE ➡️ [Itchio Page] ⬅️ (Donations are optional) Thank you for all!

This time I decided to put an extra fun (and motivational) twist to it:

All you need to do is to leave and ask off anon (I won't count any anon ask for this event, obvious reasons I hope) on my inbox saying in any way "Trick-or-treat".

⚠️PS You can only ToT ONCE! The idea is to use this as an excuse for interaction, even if ephemeral.

Then, I'll reply to you with one of the six Candy Items I drew especially for this event (that I will pull with the aid of Random.org).

And that's it!

Now, what's different from usual ToT games here? Well, every time one of you pulls a new item, I will update this post with the unveiled candy until all of them are unveiled!

And then what will happen? The prize for everyone will be having access to these cute graphics in full high res! I will leave it as a free-to-use set of PNGs to download on my Itchio/Kofi page for all of you to enjoy forever 🧡

⭐ Other extra rules to take into account:

I'm not searching to roleplay or go too deep in interaction, but be free to use this as an excuse to draw/write scenes with your OCs/Sonas if it inspires you! [Corny] will be happy to eat help you during the hunt!

This event will last until the whole card is filled but! I'll reply a bit more after the 31 ends so, bear with me if I don't reply to yours in time (I'm still working during these days).

That's it! I hope I can make some company to ya with this, or just fill the moment with fun in case you are like me dealing with the flu and with rain keeping you away from venturing outside, sigh. Anyways.

Happy Halloween and good luck! 🦇

[nurse-floyd]

Chef Norris

Lando x reader request "Can you please write “You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” from the List of established relationship prompts with Lando?"

A/N: Please request - my inbox is open again and as always please consider donating to my sick cat's vet fund - we are currently waiting a surgical opinion for the wound under her arm that hasn't healed.

@callsign-swan @ice-man-goes-bwoah @vroomvroomcircuit

It had been a long week for both you and Lando. Despite it being the mid-season break, Lando had still been busy with meetings, promo shoots and with testing. So you weren’t expecting much when you got home from work. You’d exchanged sleepy voice notes about your days, memes and chaotic facetimes of him showing you his and Oscars latest antics at the MTC, but that was pretty much the only times you’d interacted.  

As soon as you stepped through the door, tired and hungry, you didn't expect the smell of home cooking to hit you. No Lando scream laughing at his stream from down the hallway. No text for uber from him earlier in the afternoon or the smell of one of his microwaved prepared meals from his dietician that you’d come to recognise. 

“Lando?” you called out as you pulled off the sneakers from your feet and stepped further into the apartment. The lights were low, music was softly playing from the kitchen and you could hear the faint clattering of pots and pans. 

There he was. Your man, standing at the stove, his damp curls resting against his forehead weaning a hoodie and your apron. His laptop was open, his screen paused on a recipe of your favourite meal. The kitchen? Well that looked like a war zone. 

He turned his head as you walked through the door, cheeks slightly flushed. “Hey babe,” he said so casually as he turned back to stir the pan in front of him. 

“You’re cooking?” you asked, not surprised but just not expecting it. No anniversary, no special occasion. 

“Wanted to surprise you for dinner. We haven’t had a date night just you and me for ages and you deserve it.” 

Your heart clenched in your chest, “baby…” 

“Nope. Don’t use your ‘baby’ voice on me,” he groaned dramatically as he pointed the spatula at you, “I don’t even know if it’s edible yet.” 

You tried to take a peek into the pan to see but he shoved you away quickly, “nope. Not until it’s done. It’s a surprise. And if you see an amazon order for a new vegetable peeler and pan…no you didn’t.” 

You shook your head, not even wanting to know. 

“Also, mum says hi and is Saturday okay for lunch?” 

You laughed, “you called her for help with the recipe, didn’t you?”  

“You can’t prove anything!” 

You had just enough time for a shower and to get into some comfortable clothes when Lando called you to the dinner table. The room was dark, the table filled with candles and a new bunch of flowers in a vase in the middle. Two places were set up opposite each other and on the platte in front of your space sat a meal that looked so damn good. 

“You…you learned to cook my favourite meal?” 

He pulled the chair out for you and pushed it in as you sat down and took the space opposite. 

“Took me three tries to get the sauce right and I had the help from YouTube and my mum. I also cut my finger,” he said as he showed the bandage wrapped around the tip of his index finger, “but yeah. I did.” The grin on his face was so damn cute. Like a kid showing off their artwork at the end of a school day. 

Your heart was full to the brim. He looked so sweet in that moment, his eyes so full of love for you. “Thank you baby.” 

He watched you with anticipation as you picked up your fork and took a bite. You chewed thoughtfully, taking a moment to savour all the flavours and textures. “Oh my god. This is actually so good, Lando!” 

“Don’t sound too surprised!” he replied as he took a bite of his own. He let out a moan and shook his head, “okay. No. This is actually amazing.” 

“Alright, don’t get cocky now,” you laughed. 

He shot you a wink, “too late, call me chef Lando.” 

You shook your head but continued eating the meal. It wasn’t a five-star luxury hotel or Michelin star restaurant, but you had everything you needed and you wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

[tea-cake-and-sarcasm]

☆ TEA'S NEW AND IMPROVED INTRO POST ☆

Hello! You can call me Tea or Albert. Other nicknames are cool too! I'm a rather private person so neither are my real name. My pronouns are She/Her/They, and I am one of them queers. I mainly reblog, but on occasion you may see some of my incoherent ramblings, or even some of my art. I promise I will get to tagging all of these one day, but for now it will be like a fun little surprise whenever you find something of value here

Some quick and important notes:

I've had a major bot problem recently, so when following me please know that if you have no description, profile picture or title etc. I will block you. Even just one of these tells me you aren't a bot. Make a little post that says hello, and that's good enough:)

I will not be answering any donation asks

Here's why:

-I am a minor and therefore cannot support your cause even if I want to

-I'm literally broke

-My follower count is too small to argue I could promote the cause by answering, and many are in the same situation as me

-It sounds mean, but if I answer one, my inbox fills with 5-10 new asks, and I can't do that.

Tl;dr: I don't have money, and no way to give it if I did.

My interests!

Some favourites:

-Jujutsu Kaisen

- Moriarty the Patriot

- Death Note

-Persona (currently playing through 4)

-Ace Attorney

-Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (though I haven't finished it, so no spoilers please)

-Totk/Botw

-Saiki K

-Attack on titan

-Alien Stage

-Cult of the lamb

-Sky: Children of the light

-Neon Genisis evangelion

-Howl's moving castle

-Tokyo Ghoul

-Sherlock (The ACD books, though I've watched some of the BBC version)

-Portal

-Many many more, if you ask there's a good chance I will have at least heard of whatever you're talking about :)

Some Favourite Characters:

-N Harmonia (Pokemon B/W)

-Howl (Howl's moving castle, especially the books)

-Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

-Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

-William Moriarty (Moriarty the patriot)

-Era of the Wilds Link (Botw/Totk)

-Misa Amane (Death Note)

Favourite Music artists:

-Malice Mizer

-Kikuo

-Maretu

-Cö shu nie

-Österreich

-All the persona osts

-Alnst ost

-Miracle musical

Progress on watching/reading things etc (LAST UPDATED: 22/5/25):

-Orv : roughly chapter 70, up to date with the webtoon

-Aot : early s2

-Persona 4 : Apprehending/rescuing the kid in the video game themed dungeon

- Bsd : S3 ep 4

-The Case Study of Vanitas : Episode 8

-ENA : episode 4 (I believe)

-Arcane : Just into s2

-JJBA : I think episode 11 or something of battle tendency

Some mutuals I care rather a lot about:

@sssssaaaaaaammmm - Evil Wizard @wondersoftheimagination - Parent of my late slug son (Rip Ryuzaki)

@y0url0calcryptid - Silly clown

@fearofgodandtolkien - someone I cannot imagine as a person, only as a whole forest

@mehtoohardtofindasuitablename - the owner of the most darling cat in the world

@liquidpaperfoundation1 - very wowzers type of guy

@numberoneah-duofan - I have never been bribed quite so much in my life as I have by this person in the last two years or so

@lara-prim07 - Satorboo <3

If you aren't tagged here I still love you I just don't want to be yapping too much, or I'm not sure about your thoughts on being tagged in this way :) any mutuals who wish to be added (or removed!) Js let me know!

Some trivia under the cut! (Idea from @y0url0calcryptid)

-My favourite colours are purple and red

-I LOVE BUGS

-I love steam trains <33

-My current manga collection consists of all tokyo ghoul, tokyo ghoul:re, volumes 1-17 of mtp, 1 tpn, 1 Mr villains day off, all death note, 2 jjk

-I'm stereotypically english, in a sickly victorian child kind of way

-my favourite animals are giraffes and crows

-when I was younger I really wanted to be an author, but I haven't written anything substantial for a good while, aside from assignments

-growing up I developed an obsession with poisons and diseases that was pretty cool

-chat I love trains

-I'm awful at all sport, but I do aerial hoop and silks, and i love swimming

-I love forests so much

-I play piano (~grade 3-4), but I've been meaning to learn electric guitar

-My spice tolerance (in a metaphorical and literal sense) is negative (stories or food)

-My MBTI is enfp (tragically the same as Shinji from nge)

-I'm a yapper :(

-I'm planning to make an oc masterlist soon!

[corvidae-clockwork]

//if another one of my blogs gets spammed with asks asking for donations I think I might crash out. I can't tell if they're bots or something but they are filling my inbox to an annoying extent

[shirajellyfish]

Is anyone else like real tired of getting messages asking for money? Because I am real tired of it. Spambots are definitely taking advantage of the situation, and while I know there are real people out there trying to save their families by raising money it's like...

I don't. Have any.

And when I do have money, any charitable donations will be made through vetted charities

and not sent directly to some random tumblr user filling my inbox with copy paste messages near identical to the last dozen messages I got about this.

I'm getting like three of these a day now. Is anyone else getting bombarded with these? Is it just me? Is everyone else just like totally fine with this not a big deal or ??