#thank youuu 😄😄

[infictionalwonderland]

PERIODS — harry lewis

pairing: harry lewis x fem!reader

warnings: periods… NOT REALLY A WARNING BUT YKKK, swearing, suggestive-ness, medication

Whoever said people your age couldn’t have sleepovers, could go and do one—because you absolutely fucking could, you and Talia proving said notion right now; your boys were off again, somewhere abroad for a sidemen shoot and leaving you and your best friend alone. Instead of getting all weepy and mopey (over a boy, never you) you and her decided to make the most out of the lack of testosterone—after you’d dropped your boyfriend off at the airport, all innocent smiles and pretty fluttering lashes, you’d zoomed off (probably breaking several speed limits) to get to your best friends new home.

When you got there, she’d opened the door with an excited screech despite expecting you and you returned it despite knowing she’d been the one to open the door. After of long embrace where she didn’t wanna let you go, you finally convinced her with the promised of pizza and brownies. Hauling your overnight bag in, you’d began your girly night—music booming, comfy clothes on, gossip upon gossip and so many laughs your whole body was in tatters as you made pizzas and brownies (admittedly, hers were better but she was literally Mario’s second cousin, it’s to be expected)

Food in hands and smiles never leaving your faces, you’d taken off into a race into a race for the living room (you won, obviously) and began your evening of movie watching—from 10 things i hate about you to It, then legally blonde and Tangled, and many more, . . .you had quite the night. However both of your highlights was when you discovered you both started your cycles on that particular day—before your boyfriends had left and around basically the same times: it had you both in tear inducing laughter for two minutes. You’d ended up taking a Polaroid of you both grinning while holding up Flow (the period tracker app) and showing you both having the exact same cycles.

Twins.

That was yesterday—now you were both lying in a miserable heap of pain and exhaustion in Talia’s king size bed, hot water bottles on your abdomens and remaining snacks being shovelled into your mouths as you both snuggled and occupied yourselves on your phones.

You smiled slightly when your boyfriends name popped up over TikTok but grimaced afterwards as your stomach turned horribly.

harry🤍

gd mornin xx yu okay luv ?

me

you’re actually illiterate

harry🤍

and you can’t punctuate, we all have are own flaws. anyway i hope ur good, we’re landing at 3, want me to pick u up anything?

You grinned wider, deciding to piss about.

me

yeah actually can you get me some jumbo tampons!! thank youuu x

harry🤍

what. they do JUMBO? i mean thats, at least their being inclusive. good on em 👍 wait bloody hell love, you’re on again already? swear i don’t know how you still have blood in ya

me

yeah it happens to be a monthly thing, harry. 😄😄😄😄😄 also im with my gf so you might have to whisk me away before me elope xxxxx

harry🤍

she’d get you a shitty ring anyway i’ll get in simons lift home then and you can drop us off. … i love you, gotta go, see you soon gorgeous

me

love you too smelly 😜

You looked over at Talia at, miraculously, the same time she looked up at you and when she wordlessly showed you her phone, showcasing messages of her asking Simon for XXL pads, you gasped laughingly and showed her your messages to Harry. She made a shocked face before meeting your eye and you both burst out laughing, only to groan as you ached all fucking over.

“I hate being a women.”

It was now half two and while Talia was effectively making your day better—you both were still in immense pain. You’d migrated to every living room (you loved it so much, you could cry) and both had a sofa to yourself, Mushu (their adorable dog) was nipping at some toy from where he was sat by the telly. You both were on your phones for the most part, last nights episode of Love Island that you’d absently recorded now playing on the TV as you both munched away on the breakfast Talia got delivered—McDonald’s breakfast for you and she had a spiced cheesy omelette from this little breakfast place.

“When do you think Harrys gonna ask. .?” Talia looked at you from her place on the sofa, wiggling her ringed finger mischievously with a glittering smile, one hand still firmly against her stomach.

“Probably never.”

“Bullshit!” She shot back instantly, sitting up and pointing firmly in your direction as she ignored the pain she was in in favour of reassuring you. “Babe, you have not seen the way that man looks at you when he thinks no one is looking. Like, seriously, he has literal heart eyes for you and don’t even get me started on how he speaks about you. It’s like your the best thing in this entire world to him, really. Like you’re some kinda goddess or somethin’ he always looks so awestruck by you.”

“. .probably cause I cook him dinner.” You offered with a shrug, smiling lopsidedly, and Talia snorted with a head shake.

“Or you are his dinner.”

“I mean, he does—“

“Ah! WAIT, NO. Stop, no more, please.”

You grinned at her, sparing a wink before cooing at Mushu happily and urging him to jump up on you, which he did. Your entire demeanour seemed to soften as you wrapped your arms around the large grey ball of fluff.

“He’ll probably ask you soon.”

“Natalia.” You threw her a mock serious look and she put her hands up in a surrender motion, finding herself all too funny.

“What—have you seen you?” Talia retorted, faking a dreamy sigh as she readjusted herself on the plush material of her sofa. “I’d kiss you, marry you and fuck you. Repeatedly.”

“Miss Mar. . .” You jokingly trailed off.

“Have my babies?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

“We should really do this more often.” Talia pouted at you, friendly love bright in her irises as she pulled her blanket more around her body. “I miss hanging with you, sexy bum.”

“Miss you more, baby cakes.” You winked at her dramatically, mouth falling open just like Fred Weasley and she giggled back at you, snapping a candid photo.

“Speaking of babies—“

“NATALIA HADDOCK.”

Approaching four o’clock was when your boyfriends finally rolled up—you and Talia didn’t actually notice at first, you were both laying down on the living room floor with Mushu next to you and a mediation video on the large screen, giggles slipping past your lips even as you attempted to be quiet. You would’ve sat up but considering your cramps. . .‘twas a no go.

“Keep your fake lips shut, Cruella.”

Talia squawked in offence at your comment but kept her eyes shut for the purpose of mediation, blindly lifting a manicured hand to swat at you.

In that moment, your boyfriends both walked through the door, trading odd looks at the silence in the home (if there was anything you and Talia were together, it was not silent). Simon lead Harry through the house, more confused than anything to where his fiancé was but when they heard whooshing sounds from the living room, they both stopped uncertainly.

Harry quickly picked up a random umbrella from where they were sat, just in case.

However, when you hesitantly stalked into the living room they didn’t expect to see both of their girlfriends laying sprawled across the floor in starfish position with a mediation video playing on the large TV. They both paused, trying to repress their amusement and Harry instantly got out his phone—zooming into you to take some photos.

“Feeling zen, yet?” Simon inquired.

“So zen.” You both confirmed, simultaneously.

There was silence for no more than a second before you and Talia both let out startled exclamations and sat up straight—immediately groaning out in pain after as your stomach cramped and ached (day 2 was your personal worst day for pain/cramps).

“Woah. Woah, woah.” Simon paused at the in sync groans of pain, “listen. . .I know you both have like, interlinked emotions but please don’t tell me you can feel what the other feels?!”

“Boy.” Talia gave him a deadpan stare.

“Help.” You urged your boyfriend, reaching out your hands expectantly and he rolled his eyes fondly as he walked over to you, large hands taking your smaller ones in his own and he tugged you up from the ground, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. “Hey stranger.”

“Hey.” Harry mumbled back, grinning widely as he pulled you flush against him, digging his head endearingly into the crook of your neck and leaving two swift kisses, your sweet aroma surrounding him and clouding his thoughts as you hummed, running your fingers through his short hair.

“No PDA in my house!” Simon exclaimed.

“Shush,” Talia tutted—unimpressed with her fiancé, “don’t listen to him. Harry, kiss my girl all you want just. . nothing more, preferably.”

“She’s not your girl.”

“Am I not?” You played clueless, faking a confused look at him before going to step over to your best friend, only for him to tug you back against him, large, muscled arms wrapping around your front to hold you back.

“Disgusting.” Simon blanched. “Do that in your own home, please.”

You and Talia both rolled your eyes in sync: you turned your head to smile up at your boyfriend, pressing a loving peck to his soft lips and then his bicep before gently tugging his arms off you, getting ready to say bye to your friends.

“Bye beautiful.” Talia grinned, her arms coming to wrap around you with a careful tightness. “I love you, let me know if you need anything—also, we should really really do this again soon. I love spending time with you.”

Feeling your heart warm, you smiled back at her genuinely. “I love spending time with you too, Lia. Next time we can make lasagna and cupcakes. . .the Tom and Jerry ones.”

Talia squealed slightly, pulling away from your hug to press kisses to both your cheeks and then your forehead.

“You’re the best. Miss ya’ already.”

“Missing you more.”

A few minutes later, you and Harry were finally out of the mini-mar household. Your boyfriend had finally resigned to carrying you when you had fully stopped walking and hunched over slightly in pain from your cramps—he’d sighed, like the tired boyfriend he was, then gently picked you up bridal style and ignored Talia’s obnoxious awes and how she took several pictures.

(She totally didn’t put them on her story)

“Spoiled princess, ‘s what you are.” Harry shook his head jokingly as he carefully put you down in the passenger side of your own car that he was driving cause you were in pain.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

He grinned at you, looking up through his lashes as he did your seatbelt for you, one of his large arms caging you in and the the other free arm reaching over your lower half to tug the seatbelt tighter. He looked similar to an angel in that moment—sun illuminating his features, those fucking blue eyes you were a sucker for and you felt a trail of sparks on the skin his hand purposefully brushed over.

“That tight enough?” Harry inquired, cheekily.

“So tight.” You responded with a snicker of your own and he rolled his eyes at you, tugging a strand of your hair briefly and you feigned a dramatic wince as he left you, shutting the door to your side and climbing in the drivers side.

You looked over, rolling down your window readily as you knew what was coming—when your car started to take off, Talia opened up the window closest to the driveway, popping out her head with a gorgeous gleaming smile.

“BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL, I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON!”

“BYE GORGEOUS—SAME GOES FOR YOU, CALL ME!”

As you did the ‘call me’ symbol with your hand and gave her a dramatic wink, she giggled before ducking her head back indoors.

“Might as well date her.”

“Might just, y’know.” You smiled at him sweetly, turning on the radio for background noise like you always did, “Smells a lot than my current partner anyway?”

“He can’t be that bad!”

“No, really, he stinks of piss.”

“I beg you fu—“

He cut himself off, grin faltering as he heard you wince in pain, frowning softly as he looked over at you.

“Hanging in there alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, smiling tensely.

“I got you something.” Harry mentioned, peering over at you and when he saw you looking him with that adorably confused look, he nudged his head backwards and your eyes followed—landing on the Tesco bag in the backseat.

“My jumbo tampons?” You cackled to yourself.

“No—I did look though—“ Your laughter increased in volume, ignoring the aching pain overcoming you as best you could, “Oh—Oh. I see now, they aren’t a thing. You played me.”

“What? No, never.”

“I smell deceit.”

“I smell piss. Oh, wait, it’s just you.”

You giggled at yourself and while he tried to playfully glare at you, he couldn’t quite keep his smile at bay as he stared at you.

Curiously, you reach behind you and tug the Tesco bag from its space in the back, lugging it into your lap and opening it up—your mouth immediately pops open in an awww when you take in the two sets of cupcakes, your favourite chocolate bars, the sanitary products and some pain medication.

“Harry. .”

“Don’t mention it, I beg.” A sheepish crimson blush coats his pale cheeks at your tone and your evident heart eyes. Jesus Christ, were you pretty. He was so lucky to be able to call you his, that much he knew for sure.

“Thanks, handsome.”

“Yeah, yeah anytime man.”

You arch a brow.

“Anytime, love.” Harry corrects, flashing you an equal parts amused and sarcastic smile as you nod your approval to the changing pet name.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment complex—Harry’s already out of his side of the car as soon as it stops, and then he goes over to you, opening your door and looking down at you. He lets at a dramatic heaving sigh at your doe eyed look, scolding his skin for flushing and heart for picking up.

Effortlessly, he takes the bag off your hands with one hand and pulls you from the car with the other, once you’re out the car he lifts you up easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips, arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You mumble, grinning mischievously as your acrylics scratch at his beard.

“My pretty troublemaker.” Harry huffs affectionately, squinting down at your bright smile fuelled by mischief. “Don’t you dare bring attention to us, this is embarrassing enough.” He nearly whines.

You merely smile, a kiss to his cheek to tide over his anxieties.

The walk was going pretty smoothly, but as soon as Harry stepped foot into the elevator, another set of footsteps followed and his eyes shut miserably, leaning down and sighing into your neck hopelessly.

“Hi Effie!” You immediately perk up at the sight of the older woman—Effie was this sweetheart fifty six year old who lived on the floor below you and Harry, a vast lover of plants and animals with a hatred for men (you loved her, Harry was scared of her).

Harry barely refrains for niping at the soft skin of your neck in reprimand. Of bloody course.

“Hello dearie.” The older woman, hair a dyed purple shade and silver septum hanging from her button nose, greets you with a calm smile. Effie was evidently unfazed by the scene in front of her—if anything, she was proud that you were putting your man to work. “How are you today?”

“Oh I’m grand, Ef.” You smiled so charmingly that as Harry stared down at you, he almost forgot he was even supposed to be annoyed. “How are you? How’s Tia, I miss her!”

“I’m well, thank you, dearie. Tia misses you too, I assure you. Perhaps you come down tonight, I can bake us some cookies just how you like them.”

Harry paused, bewildered. Did his girlfriend just get hit on by a grandma?!

“I—“

Before you could even get a word out, the elevator dinged open to your floor and Harry wasted now time practically sprinting out with his arms possessively entangled around your frame; you quickly exclaimed a startled ‘bye Effie’ over your boyfriends shoulder before the elevator doors shut.

You quickly distracted yourself with how you could feel your boyfriends muscular biceps as he held you up, your acrylics took to touching and tracing them as he bounced you up further on his hip. You closed your eyes, leaning further into him and humming at the delightful scent of his cologne, the soothing vibrations of his body as he quietly chatted away helping to dull the aches in your own body.

“You alright there, y/n?”

“Never been better.” You smiled up at him and he gives you an amused one back, kissing your forehead softly as he finally opens the door to your shared apartment—once inside, he readily manoeuvres the both of you to the sofa where he carefully places you down, handing you the bag of food and your favourite blanket he spots on the lone armchair. “Thank youuu.”

“Spoiled princess.” He names again, but the smile on his face is enough to melt you despite his words.

Harry then goes into the kitchen as you try and adjust on the sofa more comfortably, face screwing up as a particularly harsh pain washes through you—your abdomen clenching. To distract yourself, you search through the Tesco bag and smile to yourself as you take out the first batch of muffins.

You mindlessly click onto WhatsApp, taking a photo of the bag of goodies and sending it to the girls groupchat with a little ‘make your men do this for you, pretty ladies’ and instantly being met with gushing from them all.

“Showing off my expert shopping skills?”

You startle—gaze flickering to your boyfriend who smiles at you, that smile he saves just for you and it makes you feel so special and warm every time. Your eyes dart over him, noticing the hot water bottle he now clutches (you love that hot water bottle—it’s got this absolutely adorable cover of a lama).

Fucking hormones, you think, as you feel a wave of emotion hit you at how much he’s done for you.

“Hey,” Harry noticed the quivering frown you now adopted and internally panicked, did I do something? Hot water bottle in hand, he hurried towards you, kneeling down on the floor beside where you were laying and twirling a pierce of your hair around his finger. “Hey. What’s wrong, love, hm? You in pain?”

“Yeah.” You answer him shakily, that’s not why your suddenly upset. “I love you.”

If he’s confused—he doesn’t show it, he merely smiles at you comfortingly, leaning in to gently press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you more.”

You smile up at him and his face softens completely at you—he’s so fucking in love. And yes, these thoughts of his are incredibly soppy, but, he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the prettiest person in the world, was currently staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. . . he’d never tire of your beautiful face, your radiant smile that flustered him every damn time.

When you move so he can slide in behind you, he eagerly takes the invitation. He slots in behind you on the sofa, pulling you atop him with your back against his chest; he takes the hot water bottle, your favourite one, and carefully moves up your shirt before pressing it against your lower stomach and keeping his hands there to hold it in place, pressing a thoughtless yet meaningful kiss to the side of your head and you snuggle back into him.

“Oi, give me a bite.”

“Fuck off, it’s my scran.”

“Yeah—and who’s card did it make a dent in?”

“Our card, handsome.”

“. . . Spoiled princess.”

And that’s how you spend most of the rest of your day—intertwined limbs, goofy grins, soft kisses and joking insults.

(He’s never been more in love)

[semisolidmind]

You know, I really prepared a draft about DJ for his birthday last year but I was unable to finish it due to my major examinations, which I am currently taking. I still have the draft until now and right now I simply want to give this big goof a peck on the cheek and express your creation a happy birthday!

Semi thank youuu so much for creating this big bear and I wish you the best of today😄😘

P. S: I STILL LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU IN EVERY WAY!

i found a moment to sketch my boy DJ (today is his canonical birthday), because he's one of my favorite ocs and im sure ill cycle back to him sooner or later

thank you for sending an ask about him :) it was nice to sketch him

[blizzardstarx]

HAPPPPYYY BIRTHDAY DAIRY QUEEN OUT OF THIS WORLD BLIZZARD 🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂

FUN FACT I have a present for you 😋

[Insert drum roll]

BACK PAIN 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I must take a picture of this wonderlicious moment

📷

[insert loud camera click]

📸

Look how cute you aree! 😄

-from elizabethlailfricked

HELPPPPP DAIRY QUEEN BLIZZARD…. ive only heard like one person make that joke prob a year or two ago

THANK YOUUU MADSSS!!!!!!

i already got back pain from my insane posture 🥰 but thank youuuuu

GASP ITS ME!!!

AWWWWWWW the omni colors (kinda) (im delusional)

[aerahyasashi]

Hello queen😄💕 I just wanted to ask who's your top 5 favorite anime characters from jujutsu kaisen, record of ragnarok, chainsaw man and demon slayer☺️ ❣️

I am so excited for the part 2 of reminiscent, because it was really so scarry, the way gojo is so delusional and the way he's treating the reader is giving me the chills 🥹 normally when i would see yandere fics, it was either smutty and they're sweet towards the reader, and damn, when i read reminiscent and can you keep a secret i was like "holy cow, this is scary" 😅your yandere fics are a fresh breath of air because we could actually see the obsession and insanity in them🤭🩷

and i love how you write and the way you write gore omg, i get the chills whenever reading your stuff🤩🫶🏼❣️ and just your overall writing is incredibly engaging.

Keep up the amazing work queen👑🩷

Please take care of yourself and don't stress yourself and rest, i hope you have a good day mwahh💋

You are the best!🩷

–🌸

YOU ARE SO SWEET OMG🥹🫶🏻 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS ANON, I LOVE YOUUU🥹🫶🏻 YOU MADE MY DAY, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO, DRINK WATER AND STAY HYDRATED, I HOPE THAT YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP AND YOUR DAY IS GOOD TOO, YOU MADE MY DAY 😼💓

asbxxj i’m glad that reminiscent makes you feel the chills cause i gave my blood sweat and tears for that /j. But I’m glad that you like my fics and my writing, and i just really like writing unhinged characters💓 but really, tysm, pooks.

Also, here’s my top 5 characters from each animee<33

Jjk; Suguru, Satoru, Yuki, Choso & Yuta.

Ror; Anubis, Beel, Apollo, Loki, & Nostradamus.

Csm; Denji, Fami, Beam, Reze, & Yoshida

Kny; Kokushibo, Sanemi, Mitsuri, Douma, & Obanai.

[jongseongsnudes]

my dudes

i wanted to update sunghoon step bro and put up a new jake smut before the year ends but ive been so busy, i haven't gotten around to finishing them. so they'll be up next year lol 😂

i just wanted to say thank you for all the loveeeee you guys have given me and my little bloggg all year round! ive gained so many of you guys despite disappearing for while and my slow updates which is crazy sooo thank youuu 😄🫶

stay safe during this holiday season and have a happy new yearrr guys, im off to see the fireworks with my man 😌💖💖💖💖💖

-love, cassy

[vodika-vibes]

It’s thirst o’clock 😄

please please do Mereel and the „don’t close your eyes baby. Look at me“ prompt ? there might be a day where I‘m going to get over him, but it is not this day…

Thank youuu 🥰

Look at me

Summary: You and Mereel have a day out at the beach.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 639

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long...and that it's so short. Mereel didn't want to agree with me today, the jerk.

His hands are everywhere, and somehow it feels like it’s not enough. A soft whine escapes you as you press yourself against Mereel, your arms sliding up his bare chest to wrap around his neck.

“So needy,” Mereel teases as he trails his lips to your throat, your neck, your shoulder, leaving marks everywhere his lips touch.

“Your fault,” You remind him, gasping in surprise as he presses you gently, but firmly, against a boulder. 

“Oh? I’m pretty sure you started this by wearing this,” He slides his hand over the bikini you elected to wear that day, “I’m not sure what you expected from me, mesh’la, I only have so much self-control.”

You giggle, “It might have been intentional.”

“I knew it,” Mereel crashes his lips against yours, his hands wander across your exposed skin, and then he pulls away with a frustrated growl, and he impatiently tugs on the string holding the bikini top on.

You grin at him as your top falls onto the sand, “Now which one of us is needy?”

Mereel trails his lips down your throat, over your collar, and then wraps his lips around one of your nipples, pulling a pleasure filled moan from you, “Still you,” He mumbles as he alternates between licking and sucking on one nipple, and then the other. And then he snaps the waist of your bikini bottoms, “Take these off.”

“Yes sir,” You reply breathlessly as you slide the tight material down your hips and legs, before kicking them to the side.

Mereel takes a step back, sweeping his gaze down your fully exposed body, and he groans in appreciation, “Look at you, cyare. Gorgeous.”

You duck your head shyly, “I think you’re biased, love.”

“Abso-fucking-loutely.” Mereel agrees, as he moves to press himself against you again, effortlessly pinning you back against the boulder, and he rocks his hips so you’re able to feel how aroused he is. “Stars, feel what you do to me.”

“Not gonna apologize for that,” You whisper as you squirm to try and get some friction, and he tightens his grip around your hips to hold you still.

Mereel kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding over your lips, and you sigh in pleasure as you submit to his exploration. And then you release a startled squeak as you feel one of his fingers press against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that you know will give you the pleasure you desire so much if he lets you move. And then a quiet moan slips from you as he eases that finger between your folds, flipping his hand so his thumb is keeping that pressure against your clit.

You whine, and your eyes close as you fight the urge to squirm against him.

You feel his lips on your throat, “Don’t close your eyes, baby.” Mereel breathes against your skin, “Look at me.”

Obediently you open your eyes and your gaze locks with his.

“Good job, baby.” He praises softly, and his grip around you loosens enough that you’re able to move, “Go on, cyare. Take what you need.”

You moan softly as you start moving, fucking yourself on his fingers. You cling to him tightly, soft whines falling from you as he praises you nonstop. It won’t take long, Mereel can play your body like a finely tuned instrument after all.

“Doing so good for me,” Mereel groans hotly against your lips, “Gonna make you fall apart with my fingers, and then I’m going to ruin you-”

You clench around his fingers, and release a shuddering moan as you topple over the edge of your release, “Love you,” You half gasp out.

“Love you too, cyare.” Mereel murmurs before he kisses you deeply. And then again and again. And he doesn’t stop kissing you until you’ve stopped trembling.

[pricescigar]

Hello there !

For your both OCs !😄

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Thank youuu!

Elvira:

Elvira's hobbies is playing the Piano, drawing and reading! (She also paints sometimes, with water colours or actual paints she buys)

Elvira's one of best memories is being adopted by Adler, and the other is meeting & marrying Price!

What I like most about Elvira is that she's vastly different from my other OC's, complex in a way that u night not be able to create a OC like that again 😂

Elvira's love interest is Price !

(What If Elvira's love interest is Stitch & Resident Evil version of Elvira's love itneresti Albert Wesker)

Mikhail:

Mikhail's hobby is fixing cars oddly enough, even though he has his men to do things for him. Sometimes he just likes doing things himself

Mikhail's best memory is taking over the Mafia circle after his boss had passed away, and marrying Anja of course

What I like most about Mikhail is that I thought of him out of the blue 😂

Mikhail's love interest is Anja Petrochenka

Anja is @adlerboi 's OC

[artsoflilo1]

Hi! You're art style is so cool!

Oh and congrats on getting the OK to work on your project! I'm so excited for these characters!

Keep up the awesome work! 😄👍

AAA THANK YOUUU ❤️❤️

And I’m so happy you’re just as excited as I am 😭 it’s honestly so heartwarming to know there’s other people out there that care about my work.

Also, I genuinely just love it when a college assignment/project from one of my art classes gives me the liberty to put my own character designing and storytelling skills to use. I feel like most art projects in college can be very restricting creativity wise. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I guess? But for me personally, I get really inspired when I’m not given a very specific prompt to follow along.

Plus, I only have three stories so far, so I’m happy I get to chance to make that an even number LOL

[eerna]

HAPPPPY BIRTHDAY EERNA

*telephatically aggressively sends you The BIRTH cake image, we all know that one i think*

thank you for your island in the corner of tumblr where i can cackle about our shared interests and especially Disinterests, never change 💜🩷🍰😄

THANK YOUUU! Always happy to sit under the Thoughts On Things tree and talk and talk and talk with you guys~

[heckinrissa]

Happy birthday. 😄🥳

AHH THANK YOUUU SM!!! 🎉🎉

[dailykafka]

I hope you're able to post something for Feb 21st !! it's my birthday and I would love to see what he has in store for me, thank youuu if possible

Yes, there's an entry for 21st! Happy birthday in advance😄

[marc-spectorr]

Callie, I miss you 🥺❤

Because I'm working on a wedding photo album for my brother currently all I can think about is how the moon boys or Poe or even Santi would feel at their wedding day???😄 Would you write headcanons for them? I wonder about big and small weddings, what they're wearing, who would cry, just idk... all I'm seeing is the boys getting married (and they all deserve it 🤧)

Love youuu ❤ I hope your week started good, are you alright? Drink enough water & take care sweetheart 😘

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heyyya sunnie my love 🌻💛

sorry it took me a while to respond! i decided to do poe for your headcanon idea since i’ve been itching to write something for him :)) hope you enjoy 💞

poe dameron on your wedding day

poe, the always-so-confident, and cocky commander, is quite a nervous groom on the big day itself.

it’s a good thing you and him agreed not to see each other before the ceremony. you would have been terribly worried about how much of a jittery mess he’s been all morning.

but he simply wants this day to be absolutely perfect. 

as perfect as the way you envisioned it.

as perfect as the way you are.

the ceremony starts at exactly noon, and poe could feel himself sweating underneath his formal uniform regalia, which you’d requested him to wear.

((fighting for the resistance while planning a wedding proved to be an arduous task. there wasn’t enough time to go off-world and find a fancy suit. the two of you had to make do with the things you already have though it isn’t much of a problem.))

((what matters the most is that you and poe exchange vows and commit to each other for life while surrounded by your close friends who have become family.))

“nervous are we, commander?” leia, who’s officiating the ceremony, whispers as the live music starts to perform the entrance song.

“nah, of course not. why? is it that obvious?” poe chuckles, fumbling with his hands in front of him.

finn lightly taps on his shoulder. “you got this, dameron. if you can easily fly an x-wing with your eyes closed, then saying ‘i do’ is pretty much a walk in the park.”

poe hums quietly, seemingly agreeing with his best man. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but flying an x-wing with his eyes closed was a lot less nerve-wracking than this.

“hey, don’t worry. you’re going to do just fine! any moment now, the love of your life will walk down the aisle, and all you’re going to think about is how you’re the happiest man alive,” rey soothes him calm.

thank the maker you chose her to be the maid of honor. she always seems to know what to say.

a fond smile makes its way onto poe’s face at the thought of you, and the fact that you already make him the happiest man in this galaxy and far beyond.

the small crowd's gentle aww's fill the lush open air of ajan kloss as your flower droid r2-d2 ambles down the pathway, tossing red, white, and pink petals all over the earthy ground.

bb8, the adorable ring-bearer, soon follows, rolling towards the end of the aisle and beeping enthusiastically to the melodic tune playing in the background.

when the guests stand, poe holds his breath.

finally, he sees you, gracefully making your way to him with the most radiant smile on your lips.

beautiful, just breathtakingly beautiful, poe thinks. his heart swiftly beats against his chest as your gazes meet, and he swears it feels like an absolute dream.

a tear slips out from his eye, one that he doesn’t make an attempt to hold back.

poe’s love for you is cosmic. you’re the sun, and he’s your planet, orbiting around you for an infinite time.

and he’d forever proclaim that around the base to anyone who would listen.

“hi,” you softly greet, slipping your hands into his.

hands that he will forever hold. hands that he will forever cherish.

“hi,” poe replies sweetly, finding himself speechless at the wondrous sight of you.

he doesn’t need to say anything more. his lovestruck eyes told you all which you needed to know.

the rest of the ceremony is almost a blur to poe until it came time to exchange the vows you and he wrote yourselves.

although his voice was shaky, he made it through his entire speech with minimal tears.

poe’s vows make you cry.

and as you read yours for him, it makes him cry, too.

perhaps a little harder than you did.

then, there’s the ring. his mother’s ring.

it dangled on a silver chain around his neck for many, many years.

poe still remembers those late, lonesome nights when he’d wonder if he’ll ever find someone who was worthy enough to give his late mother’s wedding ring.

and now that same ring adorns your finger, serving as a symbol of his eternal promise to you.

to have and to hold, till death do us part.

i do, i do, i do...

“it is my great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you the damerons!” leia announces gleefully at the end. “commander, you may kiss the—”

“way ahead of you, general,” poe’s laughs before wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down slightly, leaning in close. 

i love you, sunshine, he mouths silently, cheeks wet and beaming oh so brightly.

i love you, too, you return, your voice a mere breath that tickles his lips.

poe kisses you, pouring all of his love and joy into it as your found-family cheers endlessly.

today had truly been the best day of his life.

and poe could only imagine the exciting adventures the universe has in store for the two of you.

a/n: pls be gentle with me on this. im still getting a feel for writing poe ;-;

[funzige-gedachten]

i love your new icon 😂😄

HEHAHAHEHHE THANK YOUUU

ive been enjoying her aswell, glad to hear im not alone😌

[adlerboi]

Hello mate!

For both Anja/Mary and Elyana!

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Thank you :3c

Hellooo😄

🧊 Anja🇷🇺: I used several FCs for her, but I wasn't convinced. But now I'm proud to have found !

Mary🇺🇸: I hesitated a lot for her but I had a direct crush on the first FC I saw

Elyana: I wanted her to have a visual of a brave and fighting woman. Eva Green has played a lot of roles like that, so I approved as soon as I saw her!

🍀Anja🇷🇺: For Anja, I was inspired by my character of a Polish resistance fighter that I had to create!

Mary🇺🇸: The creation of Mary was based on Bell! And I decided to change some aspects

Elyana: Seeing Eowyn and reading the information about the Rangers of the North inspired me to create Elyana. Being in the shadows to protect is one thing I love 😄😄

Thank youuu❤️❤️❤️

[my-secret-shame]

That birthday meme is hilarious, happy birthday 🎁

Ahh, thank youuu! 😄🫂💚

Birthday Box

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Omg I love your writing so much it actually hurts 😩❤️❤️❤️. I also read your violet eyes book on Wattpad and omg it’s a masterpiece I love! I love it! I loveeee it! Youuu have to post more books with Neteyam! They’re tooo gooooood! Sending a lot of love!

💕Hi lovely anon, thank you for your kind words. I'm happy my writing brought you joy and entertainment. 😊 Thanks for taking the time to reach out. Hearing from readers is always such a blessing and I appreciate it so much. xx My 'Avatar' muse is on hold currently as I'm exploring another of my old, long-time fandoms. If you are a Harry Potter fan, you may be happy to hear this. If you are a 'Draco x Hermione' shipper in the Harry Potter fandom, you may rejoice. 😄 I'm working on a multi-chapter piece for them at current. So unfortunately, my masterlist for Neteyam will remain as is for the time being. However, that is not to say that I won't return in future to write more as my creative muse swings and turns about my different fandoms. 💜 Take care anon! And thanks again. 😘