#thank you so much for this anon

[thebluesthour]

tweeted excerpts from A Field Guide to Getting Lost, via Rebecca Solnit's twitter

[newcomernewcums]

i just wanna say that i’m literally obsessed with your sex pollen fic it’s just 💋🤌🏻 *chefs kiss*

and now i can’t get what you said in an earlier post about Ghost being drugged and fighting it until he just snaps out of my head. it’s all i can think about. i wanna see that man go feral over reader😭😭 (i imagine him having a breeding kink and just not being able to control it while drugged)

ugh and just thinking about soap who’s super needy, and Gaz and Price just standing there while everything is happening and trying to figure out how to help everyone. i’m down so bad😩😮‍💨😮‍💨

but getting away from my side tangent, i love your work and can’t wait for the next part, i’m actually so excited ❤️❤️❤️❤️

i do now need to make an entirely separate Ghost centered fic of this exact scenario,

Cause if it was just Ghost that got hit with some kinda sex pollen he’d ignore it completely. Oh, he’d know something was wrong, he’s completely aware of his body at all times. He’d note the fever in seconds, the excess sweating, heart rate going up at a worrying pace, but he’d just push through. Do what he’s always done—his job—quickly and efficiently, and then get the fuck out of there.

He’d stare out the window on the way back to base, solely focused on keeping himself in check, figuring whatever is it that’s affecting him will probably be fine if he just powers through it, pushing any thoughts of how easy it would be to grab you, sitting next to him completely unaware in the backseat, haul you onto his lap and tear your pants off. Sink into you, how warm and tight you’d be…

You dont notice anything is wrong until you guys are climbing out of the car. Its not anything big, he just stumbles over his feet on his way back to his room, but its unusual enough that you go check on him, planning to just say congrats for a mission well done and check if he sprained his foot or something. Maybe tease him about it later.

Instead you find the room dark, pained breathing coming from where Ghost’s laying on his bed, hands clenched to the headboard, knuckles so white you think he may break it.

His eyes snap to you as you gingerly sit next to him, always so vigilant, so aware. It doesn’t take you too long to figure out what’s happening. You’d done your research, knew what the drug did, what he must be experiencing. You know he’s not getting out of this without help.

His resolve crumbles when you straddle him, leaning over and whispering in his ear with your beautiful fucking voice, a small, “Please, Simon,” is all it takes before the headboard is splintering and he’s flipping you both over, all inhibitions forgotten.

…i need to write a GhostxReader breeding kink fic

[lockandkeyhyena]

Have you seen the new mapleshade plush? Feel like you'd love her

oh my god i need her. shes perfect

[pxison]

send me 💄 for your muse to cover my muse in lipstick kisses

Anon asked:  💄 with Sora and kid Niji maybe?

Visits by any of the brothers aside from Sanji were few and far between. Typically, their days were filled with the teachings and training their father and family patriarch wished to bestow on his beloved children. However, in this one instance when there was a sizable time gap between training and studying, a certain middle child had taken it upon himself to visit his sickly mother.

And what a surprise it was! The Germa Queen smiled brightly upon her son as Niji approached her bedside with training sword still in hand and the other rubbing almost sheepishly at his little nose. His usual goggles were noticeably missing from his face, perhaps pocketed away as he did not wish to hide his face from his mother when it was just him visiting.

“Oh! Niji! It’s been a while my dear. How have you been?” Words so sweet and in contrast to his father’s demeanor, the child found himself a little taken back. Here his mother sat up straight in the hospital bed she was confined to for the rest of her days and yet still her blue eyes glowed vibrantly of the pure love she held for each of her children. Something Niji hadn’t been quite used to unless it was after executing a maneuver or swordplay perfectly.

Tapping the fake sword at the ground, Niji didn’t know what to say other than a “Good I guess.”. He didn’t know what to feel because there was a void where most positive emotions should be. He knew he loved his mother, but it felt strange and distant as each attempt to heal Sora grew to become.

Smiling softly, the matriarch opens her arms in gesture for her son to come closer, an unspoken request of which Niji easily obliges as small hands grip the edge of the infirmary cot to pull himself up and over the edge to rest numbly in his mother’s arms. The sword was briefly set aside as Sora embraced him and small arms came to respond in kind even if he could not connect to that love Sora expressed so deeply and assuredly. A hand comes up to sweep a soothing palm through blue locks that reminded Sora so much of a tempestuous sea with its waves whipped up in the breeze.

She had grown to love the color even if it was meant to be a golden blonde. “I’m glad. I’m so very glad for that.” Pulling back, there is a thought before with a chiming laugh that had Niji quirking a brow at, Sora lunged forth to begin assaulting her sons face with kisses that would paint pale pink stains across his round cheeks.

At first, the boy struggled against the sudden kiss attack. Sputtering and flailing before finally giving up easily as using any of his modified strength to break away was not even a thought in his mind to do to his sickly mother. He even found himself giggling lightly as hands squashed his cheeks and one last kiss was laid across his forehead.

“I love all of you dearly as you are my precious little seedlings, you understand right Niji?” Noddingly dumbly, Niji simply followed along with what he supposed his mother wanted as a response. “I want you to grow up big and strong for your siblings, my precious little bolt.” Suddenly out of breath, Sora found herself collapsing against the backrest of her bed which made Niji jolt up in slight shock.

“Mom?”  “I’m fine, Niji. I hope you can visit again soon enough. I love you.”

Casting one last befuddled look at his mother before descending from the bedside with sword in hand and goggles returned to cover his eyes, Niji would leave the room not knowing that this would be the last he saw her alive.

[burninglights]

Hi. I've never actually interacted with you directly before, just seen you on my dash and reblogged from you, etc. I just wanted to say that even though I don't Know You know you, I know that you are kind and sweet and sometimes tender hearted. Just that the world, as hard and rough as it may be, has a soft velveteen underbelly, and I hope that it embraces you in all its love and tenderness. That your pain eases bit by bit, and your breathing eases as the world becomes softer around you. Never give up. You are a light, and though it may seem now as though you're a taper candle in a thunderstorm, I promise that you shall grow into a mighty bonfire someday that burns brightly despite the wind and moisture trying to snuff you out. Keep holding on, and we shall keep loving you. Keep holding on, and the world will embrace you back with both arms and hold you dearly to its chest. Keep holding on, and eventually you will realize that the world has begun holding you back at some point, even if its grip tightened around you so slowly it was unnoticeable. Keep believing. Take breaks as you need them, and treat yourself as kindly as you can. We care. We care. We care. (This isn't meant to be preachy btw I just saw u asking for prayers and kind thoughts and though I am not the praying sort I thought I would try to offer one of mine to you)

I've tried to answer this privately, but I can't seem to get Tumblr to cooperate. Suffice it to say your kind words brought me to tears, and that this is one of the softest, most benevolent well wishes I've received in all 22 years of my life. Thank you, anon - this is more appreciated than you can know. ❤️

[jotatetsuken]

Hi Shyna! What are your favorite fics you’ve written?

Hiiii nonnie! Hope you’re doing well and I hope the weekend turns out fine for you ♥️

So, I thought long and hard for this one and here’s a couple of fics that I love and I’ll encourage EVERYONE to go through them if you can. Your likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs with comments mean a lot:

Say You’ll Remember Me (Jean Kirstein x f!Reader) - My first Royalty AU piece

Willow (Fuegoleon Vermillion x f!Reader) - My first fic on Tumblr

Icarus (Keigo Takami {Hawks} x f!Reader) - My first MHA fic, that gave me confidence to write about the next piece

Cardigan (Shota Aizawa x f!Reader) - My Collab Submission for @fuwushiguro’s collab, I had so much fun writing it 💖

Can I Call this Fate? Or Call You Mine? (Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader) - Coffee Shop AU

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before (Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader x Kei Tsukishima) - I personally loved writing this when @hyeque sent in a request, and I wanted to do justice to this ♥️

The oneshot (that I wrote as a coping mechanism) I wrote with Jotaro Kujo in my mind

Have I Lost My Passion (Kento Nanami x f!Reader) - My first ever Kento Nanami piece

My most favorite so far: Knock You Down (Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Bruno Bucciarati) - Anime Crossover and Mafia AU, read trigger warnings accordingly

[meetmeatthecoda]

knowing that you've written many lizzington fics has now made my day. I feel like all need is some popcorn so I can binge the heck out of them ❤️❤️

Omg, anon!! 🥺😭🥲 This is so sweet of you, I can't even!! 😍🥰 I'm so flattered & honored that the prospect of lots of fic from me makes you so happy!! 😊 I hope - over the awfully long time it's taken me to answer this - that you've managed to track down some yummy snacks & enjoy some of my Lizzington fic!! If so, please feel free to pop back in & let me know if there's any in particular you liked!! Hearing what fics & parts my lovely readers liked the best is my favorite thing!! 😄😄 Anyway, thank you so much again, anon!! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer this, please know it's no reflection on how much I appreciated it - quite the opposite, in fact!! Thank you again for taking the time & much love to you, my friend!! ❤️❤️❤️

[dalishthunder]

I know you finished GEO ages ago i hope you don't mind im still thinking about it, but I thought of something cursed for a bad ending where Cronus and Zebruh actually fuck. Like, they're doing foreplay, but Cronus gets kinda distracted and says Reader's name by accident while getting some neck action.

Zebruh: What was that?

Cronus:

Cronus: uh.

Zebruh: Well?

Cronus: ... ... ...so, I think... I might be hung up on someone else right now.

Zebruh: Ah.

Cronus:

Zebruh:

Zebruh: Hmm. Well. How about this, you can still use their name, as long as I can pretend you're Marvus.

Cronus: what, like, the rap artist? ...yeah okay, sure.

They close their eyes the whole time. Its really unsatisfying and not good. 😭🤣 Idk its depressing and funny af to me at the same time.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

I need you to know that this ask absolutely slaughtered me in the best possible way!!! Never ever think that just because something is finished that I'm not 100% down to talk about it bc I very much enjoy talking about things even if it's been a little while

That's exactly how it would go down though, and Cronus wouldn't really see anything wrong with it bc it's just a little bit of innocent roleplay just two guys helpin each other out!

But it would be the most disappointing and bad sex, very awkward and uncomfortable for all parties involved and yknow what there is a very good possiblity that I may write this now that you've inflicted me with this curse

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[gaypeople]

Damn. Well, I suppose that will be all right, seeing as you won't be playing. I will. You'll be watching... on the sidelines.

[babyleostuff]

brain fluff rot. cause red hair sulky baby cheol is on my brain.

you were working at home because its a saturday. so while you and cheol is at home. he decided to be clingy while you do your project at your computer. he would pout tho when you stop petting his hair. (so beware!)

- 🖼️

i love your brain so much, how do you always come up with the fluffiest and cutest ideas ever 🫠

okay, so finally the day has come - you and cheol are both at home, at the same time, together. he has a day off, doesn't need to worry about anything (except for if he should get up at 4 or 5 pm or maybe stay in bed for the whole day), and he has a whole day for you and kkuma with no schedules.

except you decide to be a responsible adult and do some work which is so??? hello, he's right there, half naked in bed, all warm, bulky and cuddly, and you still prefer to work on your project instead of cuddle him in your bed. this is unacceptable, and cheol does not tolerate this behaviour.

you don't have to be looking at him to know he's pouting, with his lower lip jutted out adorably (do i have to mention his big sparkly eyes, begging you to come back to bed?). and oh my god, why are you so stubborn? he's been looking at you like that for the past hour and you still don't pay him even an ounce of attention. and choi seungcheol, general leader of seventeen, age 29 needs attention. a lot of attention.

at this point his hands are itching to touch you, like he's practically screaming "PLEASE HOLD MY HAND, BABY". eventually, he somehow succeeded in persuading you to come to bed with your laptop, mumbling something about it being more comfortable than your chair (even though he himself bought that chair, the most expensive one, to make sure it would be very very very comfortable and good for your back).

the second he covers you with the blanket his head is on your chest, and arms are tightly wrapped around you (he won't let you get away for the next couple of hours) (the rest of the day probably), and as a cherry on top he places your hand on his head clearly signalising he wants his head pats.

and you do just that, a bit amused with you boyfriends neediness. nonetheless, you keep patting his head, and running your fingers through his red hair strands that have already began fading, and stroking his cheek, and running your thumb over his hand that is resting on your tummy. all that to make up for the audacity to leave him alone in bed.

dare to stop petting his hair, though, and you're met with a very very whiny choi seungcheol, who starts talking in pout how you have betrayed him, and that you don't love him anymore.

this man just wants to be babied, i don't care if he's a hard dom or whatever - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL IS A SULKY BABY.

EXHIBITS OF POUTY RED HAIRED CHEOLLIE:

[unclewaynemunson]

I definitely think it takes Eddie a while to accept that Steve changed. He remembers what he was like in high school.

When Steve asks him out, for whatever reason, Eddie says yes. But he’s determined not to fall in love, because deep down Harrington’s still a dick. But he’s cute, and Eddie can smile and play pretend.

But then! Steve goes full happy relationship mode, he tells Robin (obv), introduces Eddie to the other adults as his bf, and is just generally being sweet.

MY SWEET ANON I HOPE YOU'LL STILL SEE THIS!!!

I'm so sorry it took me ages to answer this one! But I really loved the idea of this (the good ol' steddie + misunderstanding about what they mean to each other with a dash of terrible communication skills my beloved) so i wanted to give it my proper attention, which i didn't have enough time for over the past few months. Buuut the words have finally found their way to my keyboard so here is the first part of what probably will turn into a 3-part ficlet, I hope it's something like what you had in mind when you sent this ask to me <3

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Eddie has been acting weird all day. Maybe Steve is too much of a romantic, but he can't help it: he wanted to celebrate this day. Exactly a month ago, he asked Eddie out. And it's been good. They've spent a lot of time together. They've been on lots of dates, spent plenty of nights together... But today, things are different, somehow. Eddie is different. He turned Steve down for a dinner date, he didn't stop by Family Video during lunchtime, and when Steve shows up at the trailer to surprise him with flowers, he merely frowns and pulls back from their kiss before it can even properly get started.

'Everything alright?' Steve asks, trying to catch his boyfriend's gaze – which isn't exactly easy with how Eddie is turning away from him to not-so-gently put the flowers down in a corner of the trailer's living room.

'Yeah, sure,' Eddie mumbles, not really looking at him. 'It's just – I didn't really expect to see you today. We didn't have plans.'

Steve chuckles, trying to get the tension out of his chest. 'Didn't know I was expected to schedule an appointment before coming here.' He tries to play it off as a joke, but the tone of his voice doesn't really want to cooperate.

Eddie finally turns back towards him and Steve catches the end of an eye-roll.

'I'm just not feeling too great today, alright?' It sounds a bit stiff and Steve pauses. He wonders if he did something wrong, if he somehow invaded Eddie's space – even though he has showed up at the trailer on countless evenings in the past month.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Eddie answers, a little bit too fast. 'I told you, I'm not feeling so well.'

And now that he can see his face properly, Steve notices that Eddie is indeed looking paler than usual.

'Hey, don't worry about it,' he says. 'I can stay to take care of you, if you want to. We don't have to do anything. You can go to bed early and I'll keep you company. I can make you some soup, read to you... You could've just told me you're not feeling good, you know. I would've picked up some fruit on my way over here and stopped by the library for you.'

'You don't have to do any of that, Steve.'

Steve tries to ignore the fact that it's been ages since Eddie has last called him by his official first name. He doesn't like the sound of it.

'But I want to,' he says instead. He takes a step towards Eddie, lifts his arms to wrap them around him – but Eddie swats his arms away before he can properly embrace him.

'Don't.' He sounds cold and detached, so different from how he usually sounds. 'Don't act like this is something it isn't.'

'Like this is something –' Steve echoes, completely caught off-guard by this turn of events. 'Like what?'

'Jesus Christ, you really don't know when to stop, do you?'

'What?' He takes a stumbling step backwards, driven away by the force in Eddie's words.

'We're not – like that,' Eddie stutters out. 'We're just fucking around, aren't we? So you don't need to pretend. You don't need to bring me flowers. You don't need to take care of me when I'm sick. You don't owe me anything, alright? You can go home.'

Steve takes another step backwards, until his back collides with the door of the trailer. He blindly grabs the door handle behind him.

'Alright,' he says, trying desperately not to let his voice tremble audibly. 'I hear you, loud and clear. I'll – I'll leave you alone, then.'

Read pt2 here (Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)

[reigningmax]

Max at a restaurant in Tokyo tonight

[accelactor]

Erik: Don’t worry Charles. As long as I am here, we will stand together even if the whole world is our enemy.

Charles: Thank you Erik, but may I ask why the whole world is our enemy?

Erik: Because I am here.

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.