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She is my spirit animal

[diejager]

Halloween Party

Pairing: Ghoap x fem!reader

Cw: smut, cunnilingus, drinking, DUB-CON, partying, kidnapping, mentioned cannibalism, locking up, tell me if I missed any. wc: 1.4k

You’re at a Halloween party with a group of friends, well, coworkers. You all came to this party under the guise of having a good time with the promise of good booze and free food. Who wouldn’t want to go when there was free food? There were neon lights in the dark house, high ceilings with decorative spiderwebs and loud - near deafening - music blasting in the background of the place. In the frenzy of it all, you all separated, one gravitating towards their preferred clique: the wild partygoers, the wallflowers, the dancers, the gossipers or the foodies.

You found yourself lost, between the loud music, the low lights and the shoulder-bumping crowd around you, you couldn’t make heads or tails of where you were, stumbling between swaying hips and screaming voices. You felt lost and confused, falling into the arms of a stranger, strong arms holding you up, big, gloved hands wrapped around your hips. Apologies tumbled off your tongue with awkward shifts, but you didn't expect him to laugh, a smooth voice reaching your ears over the loud music and cacophonous atmosphere, an accent you couldn’t recognize on his tongue.

He presented himself as Soap. Soap, dressed in black rags with his hood lowered, combat boots, leather gloves and a white mask propped to the side of his head, smooth plastic pulled into a screaming face with a thin cloth covering every hole, entertaining you during the first portion of the night. He led you to the kitchen and poured you beer - from the taste - in a red cup, you ate, drank and chatted, from his hobbies to your favourite animal. You slowly gravitated towards stronger alcohol, letting Soap fill your cup over and over again, you lost count of how many drinks you’ve had.

A while into the night, when Soap had broken down your guard and had you relaxed and comfortable around him, dropping hints that he was interested in you, another man peered over his shoulder, making you choke down your drink from his sudden appearance. He called himself Ghost in a low, grumbling voice, British in every sense. He wore tattered clothes, hanging from his wide shoulders and bulky arms, bloodied boots and gloves, and a hockey mask sewn into a black mask covering his whole face. 

Ghost and Soap knew each other, you were certain of it, from the way they faced each other to the way they held one another, Ghost’s arm around Soap’s hip, Soap’s hand on Ghost’s forearm, how close they stood together or how physical they were. You felt as if they were more than friends, more than they told you - or so your drunk mind perceived it. Seated between both men, one nursing a cup and another holding food, they coaxed you into their car, from the stool in the kitchen island to the backseat of their beat-up car, a black, unassuming jeep.

Soap has you squirming and moaning, back pressed into the soft leather of the seats with your panties pulled down to your ankle, legs spread open by his hands, strong and unmoving to your struggle and cries of pleasure. The scruff of his trimmed beard scratched your thighs sensually, the rough texture of his fingers thumbing your pulsing clit and his nimble tongue had you coming a few times, body arched and wound tight, the coil in your navel exploding in white, fiery pleasure. They focused solely on your enjoyment, Ghost driving the jeep with a painful and neglected hard-on, his cock pressing against the seams of his briefs and pants, and Soap’s occupied mouth, tongue and hands left him rutting against the seat, coming in his pants.

The short walk from the car to their room was a blur, ending with you trapped beneath Ghost, his thick and veiny cock pounding you into the mattress, his filthy praises making slick pool out of you, rolling down your ass as he pressed your legs to your chest. Then he had Soap eat you out, cleaning up his mess, moaning and groaning into your lips while he fingered his boyfriend’s ass, thick fingers stretching the rim of his twitching hole.

When Ghost deemed it stretched enough, he had you ride Soap, bouncing on and off his cock while the masked man rocked into Soap, his balls slapping loudly against Soap’s ass, degrading and calling Soap a pup, his puppy. It slipped from riding one to being pressed between them both, being manhandled with both cocks driving into you, fighting for whose cock got to come in you, to paint your walls in his load, ropes upon ropes of white cum. 

Sometime around being pressed beneath them both, to arching over the bed, ass bucking against Soap’s hip while taking Ghost down your throat, roughly fucking your throat, you passed out after a mind-numbing climax, body twitching and whining, used and sensitive. You were too lost to catch onto their quiet conversation, their shared plan of taking you, but then Soap liked you, wanting to keep you rather than cut you up and eat you. 

When you woke up, all you remembered was the incredible night you spent, the heavily sexual moment that left you sore and bruised, you expected to see light filter through the window of their room, but you weren’t laying under a blanket, instead, you woke up shackled by the ankle and naked on a mattress. You were in a dark and damp room, the air humid and the light limited to the small, singular window at the farthest wall of the basement. It was utilitaristically decorated, with boxes and a metal table covered with tools, butcher knives, saws, meat hammers and a variety of sharp and specific knives, and to your far left, multiple freezers. It was like a scene right out of a horror movie with a stupid and horny female character - you.

You panicked, breathing shallowly in rapid puffs, whines tearing through your sore throat, tears bubbling from your lashes and streaming down your cheeks while all you could do was cry and hyperventilate. Your mind raced with terrifying images, the dooming end of your pitiful life and restless death, unable to tell your loved ones goodbye. 

Your cries had attracted the men’s attention, the floor creaking as they walked towards the basement door, you scrambled to your bed, covering yourself as best as you could and stared at the stairs with wide, fearful eyes. Light flooded the room when he opened the door, his feet appearing at the corner of the stairs, the gap between the steps and the railing. The slow walk and the suspenseful silence had you quivering, doe eyes gazing their way until both men stopped before you. 

You let out pleading mumbles, body wracked with shivers from the slight breeze of cool air from the autumn air. You couldn’t fight them, you couldn’t stop them, Ghost and Soap were twice your size in height and weight, muscle-bound forms and specialised strategies. To them, you were the drunk girl they picked up from a party, deeming you fit for their next victim. So all you could do was cry and whimper as Ghost walked closer to you, feet stopping at the edge of your bed. 

He crouched down, his face, now donning a new mask painted with a white skull, meeting your lowered one. You heard him sigh, closing your eyes when his fingers held your chin, forcing you to stare him in the eyes, his pretty brown hues, and you were too terrified to fight against him. Behind him stood Soap, smiling happily, yet unmoving and deaf to your teary plight, he had his hands stuffed into his pockets, his face portraying brightly his happy countenance.

“Oh, don’t cry,” Ghost’s deep, rumbling voice shook you, “We won’t do anything, pet.”

He called you pet, his pet. You were chained and naked in his basement where he probably killed and chopped up people into pieces before burying them in god knows where.

“Aye, we decided to keep ya,” Soap - or whatever his real name was - pushed, closing in to stand by your side, sitting beside you and cradling you in his arms, away from his partner, “I like ya a lot and so does Si, so stop crying, bonnie.”

“B-but you-” you stuttered, voice catching in your throat. “Ple-please, just let me-me go!”

“We're not letting you go, pet,” Ghost - Si as Soap called him - scoffed, his eyes lingering down your chest and bruised thighs, “Johnny and I’ll keep you safe, you’ll be happy with us, yeah?”

At least you knew the names of your captors, the names of the men you screamed last night rather than Soap and Ghost. Your big, handsome and strong kidnappers had normal names despite their unusual hobby: Johnny and Si. 

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Your Touch Builds a Bonfire - A John Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.

Just a bit of John smut for my lovelies on this cold Saturday night! Enjoy, darlings :)

Words - 1,810

Warnings - Spicy smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The way he twirls a pencil between his fingers, watching how the phalanges bend so effortlessly has you in a trance. How he makes a teacup look so small in his grasp. How the veins in the back of his hands bulge when he flexes a hand in his hair, usually when something has frustrated him to the point of anger.  

When he notices you watching, though, that fiery temper of his never fails to cool.  

He knows how much you desire him. He sees it, he’s been waiting for you to make a move, seeing how far he can go in pushing you with little instances of tease. He always finds some way to lightly touch you, whether emphasising a point, sweeping a stray few strands of hair behind your ear, or brushing fallen eyelashes from your cheek, he finds a way.  

You want his hands on you in much finer detail, though. It’s only because he’s your boss and you’re scared to lose your job that you haven’t acted upon it, just in case you’re wrong. It makes you tingle to the tips of your ears, imagining giving him the come on only for him to stare at you incredulously and state that you are mistaken over his intentions.  

Leaving your daydream behind, you turn your attention back to the typewriter ahead of you, the chaos of the bookmaker's offices soon beginning to swirl as the races kick off at various locations around the country. By the end of the day, the final race leaving the men cleared from the space to go and either celebrate or commiserate their wins or losses at the local boozer, you are still at your typewriter, John across the space at his desk, scribbling in the ledger.  

You see him exit his seat without a word, leaving the room, your fingers tapping the final letters upon the page you need his signature upon, pulling it from the typewriter and gently shaking it to dry the ink. Placing it down, you see an arm reach over your shoulder, a whiskey placed upon your desk.  

“Worked hard today, you did,” he speaks, nodding to the glass as you turn to look up at him. “I ain’t in the mood for the pub, but I am in the mood for a few drinks with my favourite.”  

He winks, and heat prickles your cheeks, busying yourself with picking up the drink and taking a big sip, attempting to bolster your confidence a little. It’s what you want, but oh! How the man makes you nervous!  

He’s too gorgeous for his own bloody good.  

“Well, since your other favourite was disappointing today, I can scarcely blame you.”  

He grins, chuckling into his glass. “Yeah, you’re much less trouble than a thoroughbred with the desire to throw his fucking jockey.” He shakes his head, sinking the rest of his drink. “Bloody animal.” He reaches for the bottle he brought with him, refilling his glass, topping yours off too. “You’re still trouble, though.”  

Your face mirrors the confusion his statement makes you feel. “I am?” 

“Oh ar, love. Definitely.”  

Your heart hammers with nervous excitement, taking a long sip of the whiskey before replying. “Why is that?”   

“Because short of diving on you, I dunno what the fuck else I’m meant to do to show you how much I want to take you to bed. If we even got that far. Believe me, I want you so badly, I’d settle for tearing off all your clothes and bouncing you on my cock while sitting in a chair down here.”  

Oh god. There they are, his intentions, delivered with every ounce of cocky confidence you should have known would leak out eventually after his tentative flirtations thus far. John Shelby can only be gentlemanly for so long, though.  

It’s time to cease the wallflower routine.  

Standing up, you don’t take your eyes off him for a long, long moment, the weight of your mutual stare enough to crack the floor below as you gesture to the seat you rose from. “I think we were the wrong way round for that to happen.”  

His mouth curls into a smirk, finishing his drink and placing the glass down, seating himself. You move to him, excitement whizzing through your tummy, gathering the soft material of your summer dress and beginning to hitch it up, John’s hands reaching for you, running up your bare legs as you manoeuvre astride him, sitting upon his thighs.  

The feeling of his hands, hands you have fantasised about for so long finally running over your skin, gripping your hips as he pulls you closer to him causes little darts of warmth to flicker through you, the heat of his hardening cock right against your apex making you tingle with want. His lips press kisses across your chest, hands moving to cup your breasts, tongue running over the half-moon of each soft orb escaping the top of your dress, his soft groan hungry, fingers moving to lower the zip.  

The fabric pools in his grasp as the dress falls from your shoulders, his lips placing ascending kisses to your neck before your mouths finally meet, an exchange of filthy, blazing, hungry need, your heart somersaulting in your chest. His mouth is so ravenous upon you, it knocks you sideways, the urgency of his desire for you, hands clasping at your back, removing your bra will easy skill, like he’s done it a hundred times before.  

He probably has.  

You feel in nothing short of a hundred percent capable, knowledgeable hands, his mouth moving to suck upon your nipple, your head tipping back as you grind yourself against his hard cock, his teeth prickling in bite upon the pebbled bud in response to that. “Fuck, these are some fucking beautiful tits.” His breath flutters hot against you, summer breezing through a spring chill, warming you to your bones, his tongue running slowly from between your breasts and back to your mouth.  

Unbuttoning his waistcoat, your hands slide beneath his braces, levering them from his shoulders, unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, thirsting to feel the skin that lies beneath pressing against yours. His shirt flutters to the floor, his arms tightening around them as your touch tours lithe muscles encased in pale, golden freckled flesh. His hand trails down your body, reaching the cotton of your undies, the fabric dampened by your want for him.  

Pushing you back, he moves you to your feet, pupils blown with lust, gripping those soaking undies and tugging them down. Shuffling the chair forward, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, scattering kisses up your inner thigh, the anticipation making you pant, a soft gasp fluttering over your lips as his mouth meets your folds.  

A hot lick rolls through the wet of you, the light fleck of stubble adding in delicious contrast, his tongue seeking your clit and circling, flickering, evoking your wails, your hands going to his hair, nails flexing against the shaven sides of his head as you mewl in delight. Each lick has your blood running hot, sends glimmers through you, little shocks of pleasure tingling your entire core as your cries rend the air.  

He has you panting hard, each skim of his tongue over your tiny, potent little bundle making your hips rock against his mouth, his arms wound around you, one gripped to your waist, the other squeezing upon the rounded orb of your bum. His full lips close in suck around you, your legs shaking, the heat of it snapping over your bones, the pleasure biting and full-bodied, a bright burn of warmth making the coil within you tighten sharply.  

Flattening his tongue against you, he lets you get off on the wide drag of it, the tip caressing your dewy opening as your clit throbs against the press, his hand moving to begin undoing his trousers.  

“I could fucking eat your beautiful little cunt forever, darlin’, but god, I need you on my cock.” You’re so aroused, you can barely form thought as he pulls it out, and it’s thick and perfect, running it through the slick petals of your sex as you sit back astride him before feeding it into your gaping little hole, filling you with a rumbling grunt.  

White hot pleasure sizzles up your spine, ascending like a flurry of champagne bubbles, the taste of yourself upon his sensuous mouth more erotic than you could have ever imagined, moaning against his tongue as your rock back and forth upon him. The sensations of your walls being split so wide around him has bolts of pure bliss skittering through you, your tender little clit grinding against him as his hips buck up against you, pushing you back to devour your breasts with kisses, nibbles and licks.  

The way his hands tour you, stroking ever rise and curve of your body, it has you just as mindless as the delicious drag of his cock over every sweet spot within you, scraping sparks through your walls, his groans deep and rich as he paws at you with unrelenting hunger. The heat of it roars like a forest fire, the embers sizzling over your nerves as your mutual moans fill the space, bliss tumbling through you both. It’s fervid and delicious, scorching and unrelenting, everything you knew sex with John would be now playing out in an illumination of utter sin.  

His eyes are a bonfire of blue fire as he stares at you, fingers tangling in your hair, kissing you again with urgent need as his cock sends glimmers fizzing through you. It becomes even more uncontained, the power of him beneath you incredible, hands tightening upon your shoulders as he forces you down upon the rigidity of him, making you to take the brunt of every hard snap of his hips, hitting you so deep, you’re sent reeling and mindless atop him as your thighs tremble.  

Your cries reach crescendo as the stars surge forth, entire nebulas glittering into decadent light, your walls fluttering around him, dragging his release from his sweaty body, cock spilling hot into you. You’re both rendered an entwined, panting mess in the wake of it, kissing softly, hands still roaming, John beginning to chuckle.  

“Yeah,” he breathes, nuzzling your nose, “definitely the least troublesome favourite of the day.”  

You beam, your chest still heaving hard. “Want to take me upstairs and see if I can change that?” Your tongue teases the outer shell of his ear, gently nibbling the soft lobe. “I promise not to buck the jockey off.”  

He laughs loudly, locking his arms around you and carrying you to the stairs, his hand smacking against your bum a few times causing your shrieking laughter. “I suppose it’d be fun if you tried to, love.”  

[adorethedistance]

Princess Antics - Trevor Zegras x Actress!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, PDA

Words: 1352

Summary: Dating a famous hockey player is tough sometimes, but dating a Disney Princess may just give Trevor a run for his money.

A/n: I've posted this fic before and if you want to know the reason why, I've included an author's note at the end to explain.

A fruit smoothie. All week I have been craving a fruit smoothie, but because I’ve been in the recording studio all day everyday, I’ve had to eliminate dairy from my diet completely. I’m recording songs from the upcoming sequel to my first Disney movie “Cassie and The Prince”; a half-animated, half-live action Enchanted style movie, in which I play Cassie, the cautious and delicate wallflower-princess whose best friend is a grey rabbit. ‘The Prince’ aka Prince Oliver, who is voiced by Tom Holland, is the rambunctious, rifting presence in her life that gets her to live a little.

This week, the two of us have been recording vocals for a duet that the characters share at the beginning of the movie, and continuous days of singing equals ‘it’s better to not risk it’ with foods that affect your vocal sound and ability. We eventually wrapped on the song and the arrival of the weekend means I can finally fulfill my smoothie craving. My supportive as ever boyfriend, Trevor, accompanies me in getting my hard earned smoothie, figuring we could make a date out of the outing.

As we enter the small shop on the outside of our favorite mall, Trevor and I breathe a little easier to see we’re the only ones in the place. When you’re a Disney Princess and NHL player together, at least one of you can and will be recognized in public at any time. However, it’s hard to be recognized by people that aren’t around. I give Trevor my order (although I’m sure he already has it memorized), spewing the information at him as quickly but coherently as I can, as I have to use the bathroom urgently. Trevor assures me he’s got it and ushers me away to finally use the restroom. 

Once I finish, I look at myself in the mirror and gasp aloud at the realization that, in my hurried state, I forgot to tell Trevor I wanted a vitamin boost in my drink. With a pouty bottom lip and a melodramatic sadness in my eyes, I exit the smoothie shop’s bathroom, and approach my boyfriend who’s sitting on a bar stool that’s facing outside the store window. I begin to whine because of my own slip up,

“I had to pee so bad I forgot to tell you I wanted the vitamin boost in my drink!” Trevor laughs as he pulls out the adjacent stool, patting it for me to sit on,

“Good thing I got it for you.” 

“You did?!”

“Mhm.”

“Ah! What would I do without you?”

“Not have a vitamin boost probably.” The quip makes me laugh and Trevor smiles upon hearing the sound. I open my mouth to ask him another question but my voice is caught in my throat when a tiny squeal interrupts the mechanical sounds of the smoothie shop.

Looking to the source of the noise, I spot a young girl who can’t be any older than pre-school age with her mouth open in a gaping-smile. Her tiny brown eyes glitter with pure shock upon seeing me look at her. I can’t help but smile at her excitement and look at Trevor who is trying very hard to conceal a smile of his own.

“Princess Cassie! Mom, look! It’s Princess Cassie!” The girl tugs on her mothers hand to grab her attention before pointing in my direction and I grin at the mother to ease her previously startled demeanor. Her face morphs from confusion to a smile of disbelief.

“Oh my goodness, you’re real!” I laugh lightly at the woman’s joke before turning my attention back to the little girl who can hardly contain herself.

“Hi sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Lucy.” I bend down to her level to both hear her and to let her know she has my attention.

“Lucy! What a pretty name. That sounds like a princess name, are you a princess, too?”

“Well, sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Me too. How old are you, Lucy?”

“Four- Also, I saw you in the mall yesterday,” responds, clearly not interested in talking about herself at the moment.

“You saw me in the mall?”

“The poster for Cassie and The Prince is in the window of the Disney store,” her mother clarifies, as the ramblings of four year olds can be incoherent at times.

“Ah, gotcha.”

“And, also, you were on the tv there, too, singing ‘Be Free’ with all the animals and Prince Oliver.”

“‘Be Free’ is a fun song. Is that your favorite song from the movie?”

“No. I like ‘Today Of All Days’ when you teach the prince how to talk to Louie the Bunny,” Trevor and I still haven’t gone public with our relationship, so I honored him in naming the Princess’s animal sidekick after his own real-life animal sidekick “What happened to your hair?”

“Oh, Lucy!” Her mother scolds the bluntness of her daughter’s question. My hair is up off my face today, and nowhere near the length of the extensions hair and makeup puts me in, so the contrast is notably different.

“It’s okay. I had to cut some of it off because it was getting too heavy.”

“Order for Trevor!” The one man cashier-barista calls from behind the counter, setting down the two smoothies Trevor had ordered not just five minutes ago. The mother clocks Trevor--the unfamiliar man I’d been talking to earlier--rising to grab the two drinks and leans down to speak to Lucy.

“Honey, we should let Princess Cassie go, I’m sure she has things to do today.”

“Can we take a picture?”

“You have to ask her for a picture, not me.”

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“Of course, honey.” I squat down to be closer in height with the small girl before beckoning her over. “Is it okay if I hug you for the picture?” I ask to which she nods yes and wraps me in a tight hug, pressing her tiny cheek against my face. Her mom snaps the picture on her white iPhone 12, using her index finger to do so. After, she motions for her daughter to come view the picture, and once Lucy’s attention is centered on the picture, she mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to me; I break character to wave off the complimentary closing and, miraculously, gracefully rise from the floor. When I’m back to full height, I take my smoothie from Trevor’s extended hand, smiling at the fact that he took the liberty to unwrap ¾ of the straw like a restaurant would.

“Thank you, kind sir.” Trevor steps in front of me to hold the door open, and with a wave, I give Lucy a final goodbye. As the two of us begin walking back to his car, I don’t miss the indiscernible smile he’s giving me. “What?” I ask. He shrugs nonchalantly,

“Nothing.”

“Whaaat?” He then shakes his head in partial amusement, partial disbelief. 

“I can’t believe I’m dating an actual disney princess.” 

“I’m just glad she didn’t ask me to sing.” Trevor barks a laugh as he nearly chokes on a sip of his smoothie.

“Has that happened before?”

“Oh, babe,” I puff out of exasperation just thinking about it, “They want the whole album!”

“Did you?”

“Yes! I’m not gonna crush a little girl’s dreams just because my voice is cold. Would you refuse to throw a puck to a kid over the glass if your arm was sore?”

“This isn’t about me, Princess Cassie.” I roll my eyes as I slip into the passenger seat of Trevor’s car. Once buckled, I pull the remaining straw paper off my straw and at the first taste of the fruit smoothie hitting my tongue, I let out a groan at the satisfaction of what had been a week-long craving in the making.

“God, if I’d known a smoothie was all it’d take to get that kind of reaction out of you, I would’ve brought you here ages ago,” Trevor jeers from the driver’s side. I playfully shove his shoulder which doesn’t do much in the way of inconveniencing the six-feet-tall pro hockey player. 

“That’s no way to talk to a princess!”

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A/n: If there's anyone who's been following me for a while now, you'll recognize this is the exact same fic as one of my Owen Joyner fics. I originally wrote this piece about Trevor but posted it for Owen because I didn't have a hockey following then and I didn't think anyone would want to read it at the time. Now that I have a relatively stable hockey following I figured posting the original would reach the original intended audience.

[dollyiia]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 hihi wlcm to my blog!!

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꒰ 🥄 ⊹ ˚ . name :: kyra

ꉂ`🐇`˖ * pr / ns :: she/her

‧˚꒰🤍꒱༘⋆ hobbies :: reading, writing, listening to music, and thinking.

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࿐ 🦢 ࿔*:･need a song to play?

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lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley ✧˚ ༘

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some basic info. about myself ☻

uhhh i like to read and write sometimes, i actually used to write on here but i get super self conscious and end up deleting it. i love love love movies im a huge movie fanatic, i will watch anything and everything some of my favorite movies are lady bird, call me by ur name, bones n all, anddd the perks of being a wallflower those are some i can name off of the top of my head— if u also like movies pleasee follow my letterboxd: dollyiaa. umm i love fashion as well i love styling myself and things like that and just looking at fashion overall, i used to design fashion actually but i stopped back in 6th grade. i also love to think that’s actually how i spend most of my time i kinda just sit in a bed and think about everything and anything—another thing i love is posting and scrolling on tumblr is app is like my safe space to kinda get away from everything anddd that’s abt it .ᐟ.ᐟ

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(｡•ㅅ•｡)〝₎₎ my favorites! ✦₊ ˊ˗

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┊ ◟﹫ book : the bell jar by sylvia plath

┊﹒𐐪 tv show : family guy and bobs burgers

┊ꜝꜝ﹒ movie : lady bird and sm more

┊ ⨳゛food : french fries

┊ ◟ヾ Colour : all of em

┊ ◟﹫ sport: basketball and track

┊﹒𐐪 animal: cats n hamsters

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1. lover, you should’ve come over (live) by jeff buckley

2. maps by the yeah yeah yeahs

3. roseblood by mazzy star

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tyty for reading .ᐟ.ᐟ

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kyra ♡

[fairyycoffin]

100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

welcome to my fairytale (such a magical word, isn’t it?). i’ll begin by saying thank you to 100 beautiful fools for keeping me company and being wonderful people. this is how i want to celebrate your existence!! you know those scenes in disney movies where an ancient-looking book is flipped opened dramatically to reveal, in a swoopy, golden font:

once upon a time…

that’s what i want you to envision. shall we begin? 

close your eyes, my dear. the air smells of strawberries and freshly printed pages and cosmic dust. let your eyes adjust to the light. you might see a castle, or a field of wildflowers, or perhaps the flash of lightning. it is, after all, your story (this is merely for artistic license, i’m in complete control of how this is going to go but i find the illusion of choice to be rather comforting). regardless, this world is full of mystery and magic. don’t be shy!! welcome to my kingdom!! 

for anyone entering the kingdom

feel free to drop one or more of the following emojis in my ask box (i don’t bite): 

🌹- i’ll assign you a fairytale trope

🎶- i’ll send you a song that you can frolic in a field to; it works wonders for the soul 

🐞- i’ll bombard you with cute animal pics

🌷- i’ll give you a compliment (that you absolutely deserve!!) 

🥀- i’ll read your tarot for you  

for my lovely, lovely mutuals

🧚‍♀️- i’ll write you a handwritten platonic love letter (i’d actually love to do this) 

💐- i’ll make you a playlist that tells a story 

🍓- i’ll write you a fairytale of your choice

🪺- i’ll infodump about fantastical flora and fauna 

🦊- i’ll tell you what you remind me of   

🌻- i’ll make you a mood board

your journey in this realm is complete, but never fear. there is so much left for you to discover, if not here then elsewhere. have some tea, darling. 

thank you for sharing this with me! i love you all so much! 

“i only ask to be free, the butterflies are free.”

npt some of you:

@bleep-bloop-boo @nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @nickbutnodick @nopesjsgwhqgsx @creature-from-unknown-orgins

@i-eat-so-much-grass @mybedroomceilingsbored @that-dam-heartstopper-fan @th3-st4r-gur1 @daydream-of-a-wallflower

@strawberryapologist @dandelionflowery @agentwaffle @gay-little-isopod

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt @clearcloudlesssky @ch3rry-t0mat0 @rapidlydecayingcorpse

@catinasink @marylily-my-beloved @kennetea @catholickedd

@honeii-puff @some---weirdo @a-wondering-thought @littlebookworm69 @literatureisdying

am i missing anyone?

link to my intro post:

[littlesparklejumpropequeen727]

⋆˚࿔ About me 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

she/her

14

movies: girl interrupted, black swan, basketball diaries, twilight, american psycho, romeo + juliet

tv: skins, gossip girl, death note, modern family, shameless, nana

books: the bell jar, the perks of being a wallflower, aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, percy jackson and the olympians, metamorphosis, no longer human

music: nirvana, slipknot, msi, mccarfey, destroy boys, mitski, alex g, artemas, lana del rey, tv girl, ado, childish gambino, eminem, crystal castles, pierce the veil, a$ap, korn, falling in reverse, ayesha erotica, the pretty reckless, hole, tokio hotel, rebzyyx, kate bush, a$ap, deadbeat nightlife, los campesinos, christian death, fear cult, type o negative, weezer, millionaires, sex pistols, autopsy

games: ddlc, pjsk, bandori, needy streamer overload, omori, animal crossing, roblox, pokemon, class of ‘09

(dms open!!! be my friend<3)

[ravenbloodshot]

L (Kim Myungsoo)- Infinite... Personality Reading

Idk if he's known for being quite over the top with fan service, but I feel like he's someone who tries to give his best to those who support him. He would never give half assed energy on stage or give a lackluster performance. It's like a vibe of "when he shows up, he shows out." Also, he's quite confident in his looks, thinks he's attractive. Type of person to wink at himself in the mirror

He may game a lot, kind of nerdy as well. The type to watch anime (evident by his stage name) and read comic books. He could seem a little immature because of these things that he enjoys (It's probably best that he goes to anime conventions or comic cons if he wants to truly be around ppl that would accept his interests. Mostly bc I get vibe that he's around ppl that would think he's weird/strange for liking the things he likes)

Myungsoo could spoil things when he gets super excited about a project he's working on. The type of idol to give a big album/music spoiler to the fans even if he's knows the company will be mad, he may not be able to help himself. Fans probably wouldn't have to twist his arm too much to get important information out of him. Even when it comes to movies, he can spoil the plot. He can just get way too excited and giddy at times.

He's someone that others are easily intimidated by. People can misunderstand his moods, think he's angry when he's not, or assume he would be the rude/narcissistic type before getting to know him. He's learned to use ppls misconceptions for his benefit. Like if he was at the airport and fans were crowding him, he could wear a "resting bitch face" mask so ppl would get out of his way and not attempt to touch him.

I feel like he can be too reliant on his looks. He uses his appearance to get by in life, to the point that I feel like once his looks start to fade, he could find it quite hard to feel secure within himself.

He can be a bit of an instigator (likes to watch ppl fight). But when he's not instigating, he's good at helping ppl resolve conflict and arguments. He listens to both sides and is able to point out whose at wrong and how they can move on from there.

Very fun and energetic guy. He may party and drink a lot, is quite popular and socialable. He's that friend who always gets invited to go out to bars/clubs bc of how exciting he is to be around. Definitely not the wallflower type.

Myungsoo is quite impulsive and impatient. Type to do drastic things like cutting his hair and then immediately regretting it. Could be someone that's quite impractical as well, may spend money on designer goods instead of paying an important bill.

Like a G6 by Far East Movement is a song that fits this reading's energy

[v1olet-h4rm0n]

my blog ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

hi, my name is violet. i’m dead, boo. 👻

keep on reading, or don’t… i couldn’t care less.

about me ;

i really really hate capital letters. i’m from the uk and while don’t feel comfortable specifying my age, i am a minor. below are some of my favourite things if you’re interested.

>>> musicians >>>

lana del rey, ethel cain, billie eilish, hole, nirvana, fiona apple, she wants revenge, radiohead, deftones, lady gaga.

>>> films >>>

coraline, girl interrupted, donnie darko, scott pilgrim vs. the world, priscilla, but i’m a cheerleader!, saw (2004), the virgin suicides, american animals, edward scissorhands, pearl, nightmare on elm street, black swan, american psycho, the bling ring, saltburn, corpse bride, the conjuring, to the bone, friday the 13th, jennifer’s body, the perks of being a wallflower, bones and all, i tonya, heathers, speak, lilya 4 ever.

>>> shows >>>

american horror story, skins uk, the end of the fucking world, criminal minds, buffy the vampire slayer, scream queens.

>>> books >>>

wuthering heights, little women, violet bent backwards over the grass, frankenstein, crime and punishment, the bell jar, my year of rest and relaxation, the diary of an oxygen thief, the secret history, pride and prejudice, dracula, lolita, yellow wallpaper, a certain hunger, valley of the dolls, the picture of dorian grey.

>>> content creators >>>

kubz scouts, caseoh, sinjin drowning, markiplier, italianbach, jschlatt, coryxkenshin (come back dude), average harry.

>>> games >>>

roblox, resident evil, silent hill, fnaf, the walking dead, minecraft.

>>> other >>>

baking, cherry stained lips, staying up late, diet coke, sanrio, autumn, shopping, my little pony, evan peters, monster high, kitties, baggy leather jackets, french fries, ice cubes.

dni list ;

- racists, homophobes, transphobes, abelists, etc.

- creeps.

- people who are mean for legit no reason and can’t handle people having fun on the internet.

- pro-shippers.

if you made it to the end, hey thanks for reading all that yap. :)

[thatgoblin]

I have a Wallflower!AU stuck in my head about the 141 boys.

The anime/manga, not the book.

Like, Reader is this shy, introverted, sheltered 18 yo who doesn't know a lot about taking care of themself and prefers to just hide in the dark so people leave her alone after being traumatized at high school for being different.

Then her aunt Kate swoops in and helps her get into a local college where these 4 young men (they're all 19 to 21) go and they live in Kate's big house. To keep living there rent free and to have food and everything taken care of they have to teach Reader how to take care of herself and be more confident and 'normal.'

The first day they all meet, she bites Soap.

[scatteredraysofhope]

Intro post 🦝

hiiiii 〜 ˚ ⟡ . 💚

It's me Aditi!

I'm sooo happy you're here ^^

I mean what are the chances you'd find me!? I think it's pretty amazing!

Soo here's a bit about me ⤵

I'm a 18yo Animation student ✰

☘ Art is sort of my escape. I love painting watcolor and acrylic, drawing and even doing crafts sometimes!

☘ I also love reading books! I even like journaling and writing bad poetry sometimes :P

☘ Some of my favorite things:

♡Studio Ghibli, Disney, Winne the Pooh, The Little Prince, Inside Out

♡The Owl House, Bee and Puppycat, Hilda, Hazbin Hotel

♡Rainy days, Sunsets, Late nights, Fall season, Warm bakeries, Cheesecake, Lofi and classical music, Colecting novelty stationary, Books and graphic novels.

Im cronicly addicted to Tumblr, Pintrest and Spotify.

 🆆🅴🅱🅲🅾🅼🅸🅲🆂

Lackadaisy, Heartstopper, Humor me

🅽🅴🆃🅵🅻🅸🆇 🆂🅴🆁🅸🅴🆂/🆂🅷🅾🆆🆂

13 Reasons Why, Anne with an E, Heartstopper, The Good Place, The Good Doctor, Gilmore Girls, The Babysitters Club, The Middle, Andi Mack, XO Kitty, Atypical, Baby Reindeer, Maid, The End of the F***ing World, Bridgerton, Gossip Girl

🅱🅾🅾🅺🆂

♡Flowers for Algernon, The perks of being a wallflower, Watership down, The Fault in Our Stars, Everything Everything, Out of my Mind, Solitaire, Radio Silence

🅼🆄🆂🅸🅲 🅰🆁🆃🅸🆂🆃🆂

♡Aurora, Cavetown, Girl in Red, Mxmtoon, Chloe Moriondo, Melanie Martinez, Angéle, Beetlebug, Mia Stegner, Pomme, Conan Gray, Mitski, Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Olivia Rodrigo, Madilyn mei ♡

I post mostly positive silly and wholesome posts <3, And often vents about social anxiety and mental illness. Also I think I might actually be selectively mute and Im probably autistic. You can filter those if you'd like using the tag #tw.vent ^^

I don't really bother tagging anything except my own art (#crazy painting mouse) cause I'm impossibly forgetfull😅. Anyway here are some of my favorite people ♡

Also if you wanna be friends please dm me!! I love meeting and talking to new people. Plus I don't have many friends in rl so you'll mean a lot to me. <333

Hope you stick along for the ride,

Adiee <3

My Pinterest ♡

My Spotify ♡

My Art Insta ✄

A picrew im working on

Important links:

You feel like shit: An interactive self-care guide

Alice Oseman Audio Books

Fun Picrews:

Fuzzy Worm Maker

Bright's Picrew Maker

hope you have a lovely day,

byeeeeeeeeeeeeee <3

Anxiety Pixle Art by @fafameow and adhd creature by @ice-cappuccino

[fearrisms]

˗ˏˋ 𓂃 meet  charlotte scott,  a  32  year  old,  who  has  been  in  cloyne  for  six years.  they  are  a  911 operator  at  cloyne’s sheriff department,  known  for  being  humble  and  reserved.  they  are  often  heard  humming  along  to  sunday morning by  maroon 5.  residents  would  describe  them  as  the wallflower.

statistics

full name: charlotte lisbeth scott nickname(s): char, beth birthdate: april 23rd zodiac: taurus

face claim: elizabeth lail height: 5'8" eye color: green hair color: medium blonde

gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her orientation: lesbian status: single

personality

likes: strawberries, sweets, horror novels, podcasts, cold weather, crocheting, cats dislikes: matcha, seafood, crowds, sci-fi media, snobby / arrogant people

charlotte is exactly how you'd imagine her as described by others in town: quiet, aloof, and apologizing for every little time she accidentally bumps into someone, even when it's not her fault. she only really comes to life around trusted people she's known a while or her book club, where she becomes animated and chatty. she won't really talk to strangers unless they talk to her first (in which she'll be too polite to end the convo first). overall, soft-spoken and and bookish.

history

born and raised in vancouver, canada

wanted to be a nurse at first, but that didn't really work out, so she switched career paths to be a dispatch operator instead

worked her way up from public safety to 911 calls

never knew her father, and her mother was pretty absent and didn't care much; charlotte practically raised herself

about six years ago she wanted a change in scenery and to get out of the same city as her mother to cut off all contact for good

an online friend recommended cloyne, and now here she is

she's only opened up to very few people and usually keeps to herself

connections

wanted: best friend, a close friend or two, exes (f/nb), people part of her horror book club, neighbors, co-workers, the friend who recommended cloyne

current: tbp!

[c8miterio]

♡ intro post ♡

- i'm robin (or v for short)

- any pronouns

- i'm queer n taken

- i am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar

☆ my interests

- emo music (especially early p!atd)

- riot grrrl/grunge music

- books n movies (my favorites r the perks of being a wallflower and the bell jar)

- anime and games (mostly visual novels)

☆ BYF

- i can be seen as problematic for some

- i dont have any dni so whatever, dont be an ass

[mbari-blog]

The wallflowers of the deep 🌸

The mushroom soft coral, Heteropolypus ritteri, is one of the most common animals we see in the depths off the central coast of California. They are abundant on the jagged walls of Monterey Canyon and the rocky slopes of local seamounts. Fast currents running along the bottom can carry an abundance of plankton and other tiny bits of food. Heteropolypus extends delicate tentacles into the currents to snag a feast. When their tentacles are extended, they resemble a beautiful flower. When the tentacles are pulled in, they look more like their namesake—mushrooms.⁠

The abundance of mushroom soft corals and their diverse relationships with other bottom-dwelling animals tell us they are an important part of the seafloor community. But the intimate interactions among deep-sea animals only become apparent when we conduct regular surveys. We cannot protect what we do not understand. Our research is helping improve our baseline understanding of the largest environment on Earth, even if our encounters sometimes yield more questions than answers.⁠

We still have a lot to learn about Heteropolypus, including how a changing seafloor environment will impact them and their neighbors. But we do know that a healthy ocean is one of the best ways to fight climate change. We must act quickly to safeguard Heteropolypus and other denizens of the deep. Understanding how our actions affect the ocean is an important first step. Share what you have learned, and help us grow our community of ocean champions. Together, we can protect the remarkable residents of the ocean’s depths. Learn more about these remarkable residents of the deep.