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my red flag is that, if I see a spider near my bed, I will proceed to sleep in my chair instead.
Thinking abt how badly I want a giant whiteboard for brainstorming. Not a chalkboard, I don't like the sound, it's messy, and I'd have to buy so much chalk. But just a whiteboard.
What I would write on my whiteboard:
An idea for a new kind of school that ACTUALLY teaches you how to function in the real world. It would be good for ppl with adhd and others who have trouble with motivation. Still working on the details, which would be a lot easier with a WHITEBOARD.
World building ideas
Lists of things I want to do
My schedule
Not writing, but I would put so many magents on that bad boy, I already have old cat magents that I took from my last family garage sale. Would have taken them earlier if I knew they existed.
Various cuss words.
Thank you for your time.
I know a lot of people accept that Ace was Sanji’s bi awakening but forget the extra element of already-out Zoro getting to witness Sanji’s bi panic firsthand
Inktober 17: Swollen (with pride!)
@banannart 's half OCs Fedka and Katya🌈
That feeling when you are talking to your boyfriend on the phone and he explains how much he loves and supports you and you aren’t exactly sure how to feel because, yes, you do love him back, but it hurts at the same time ‘cause you can’t see him due to the fact the both of ya are in quarantine.
Exactly one person was interested so I'm spilling my guts on the coalecroux sun/moon topic @cthulhusstepmom
This is referencing this post I made earlier this week where I drafted a Gideon/Kremy masquerade pair outfit, with Kremy as the sun and Gideon as the moon.
See, just based on general vibe and character design alone, you'd think that Gideon would be the sun and Kremy would be the moon. And you wouldn’t be… completely wrong in my eyes.
Because here’s the thing. Neither of them are the sun.
Gideon had nothing before Kremy. He had a tainted childhood, a traumatic adolescence, and escaped that with only his manacles, the clothes on his back, and whatever sanity he had left. He was literally at rock bottom before meeting Kremy. Kremy was probably the first person since the train to treat him like a person instead of a tool. (Which. Yeah, Kremy exploits Gideon pretty often but like. Obviously it's leagues better than the train. But that’s a different conversation.) Of course he's the moon to Kremy’s sun. Of course Kremy fucking LeCroux with his put-together demeanor and charismatic personality and fancy high-class image, of course he shines brighter than Gideon. Of course Kremy's the sun.
However, on the flip side, Kremy would never see himself as the sun. He’s a warlock who deals in shadows and underhanded deals and hidden lies. He keeps himself unnoticed by deflecting everything, by lying and telling half-truths. And yet here’s Gideon, loud and proud and, literally, so bright. He’s everything Kremy never will be, big and strong and unafraid to jump directly into whatever conflict’s afflicting them. Of course Kremy’s the moon to Gideon’s sun. How could he not be? Gideon’s a fire genasi for fuckssake, and Kremy’s just a shadow warlock. Of course Gideon’s the sun.
They are both the moon, but they are also both the sun. It just depends on perspective. Personal perspective: Neither are inherently the sun, but see the other as the sun in their eyes.
Do you see what I meant when I said it’s complicated?
The reason I specifically chose to draw Kremy as the sun and Gideon as the moon is because I’m a fan of contrasting or complementary colors. That’s it. That’s the whole reason. And yet, because of the way I am, I decided to delve deeper into the topic while I was drawing. It didn’t help that “The Moon Will Sing” by the Crane Wives was stuck in my head at the time.
saw a post about fem vampire gf x masc werewolf gf and like, yeah, sure. but I need me a masc vampire gf x fem werewolf, like, immediately. masc vampire gf. right now.
Me watching Gordon Ramsey say something I’d absolutely devour in like three bites is pure dogshit
s2 allison would actually think nolan is the most annoying creature to every be put on this planet. this weak little anxiety ridden critter that shakes every time he tries to lift up his crossbow. but s3 allison, s3 allison gets him. she understands the tremors in his hands because she gets the same thing. she sees herself in him because she knows what gerard made her do so she can only imagine what nolan went though. she talks nolan through training and reassures him what he's doing isnt wrong. hes on the right side of the war now and they wont let anyone hurt him. she picks up her own arrows and practices shooting while she waits for him to be ready again.
Can you put him in The Bear In The Big Blue House? I think he's get along well with Tutter.
eddie helps bear and luna sing the goodbye song at the end of the episode 💖
꒰ werewolf!bang chan. fem!reader. chan calls reader princess, reader calls him my wolf. brief nipple play. bang chan has an unrealistically big dick. unprotected piv sex (don’t do this!!). lowkey breeding kink if you squint. knotting/creampie. chan is whipped. just kinda soft, emotional sex with your werewolf boyfriend. ꒱
a/n: idk what this is so don’t hate me if it’s bad pls it’s my first time writing werewolf/ a/b/o stuff 🥹
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“Mhh, you’re so big, my wolf,” like liquor, your words inebriate all his senses, make his head dizzy, his body temperature hotter than it already was. A curious hand cups him over the thick layer of his pants, he whines. The big, bad wolf putty in your hands, what a sight. “Think you’re gonna fit in here?” Two fingers tap on the spot between your legs, the one he knows so well — his special spot.
Head thrown back; bare, scarred and marked chest on full display for you, just for you, he whines pathetically once more. He nods quickly. “Yeah. Yes. You know I can.” A pair of warm, strong hands grip your waist, pull you closer so that you’re now sitting on his big bulge that’s threatening to tear his pants apart any second now. “I’ve been inside you before. You know it can fit inside you. You always take me so well, princess. Like we’re made for each other, yeah?”
It never fails to amaze you, the way he can so easily move you around like you’re weightless when really, he’s just stronger than anyone else. His arms circle your waist, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your skin. He could never forget the way you smell, it’s carved in his brain, it smells like home.
“We are made for each other, my wolf” you roll your hips, humping him.
A choked grunt resonates in the room. You play with the soft, wavy hair at the base of his nape, tug at it a little.
“We are,” he whispers, pulls back to look into your eyes, grips the hem of your shirt. “We are.” In one swift move, he takes it off you, lets it fly across the room.
Then his hands are on your chest, his tongue on your nipple, playing with it, as he looks at you with pouty, puppy eyes. No one would believe you’ve got the big alpha wrapped around your finger like this. He throbs inside his pants, pressing you down on him. Your fingers entangled in his hair, they brush his sensitive wolf ears, and he shivers, his tail wiggles.
“Need you,” he starts to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on all the surface of your skin that’s within his reach. “Need to feel you around me,” he whispers on your neck, “need to make you mine.”
His fingers come to unbutton the fly of your jeans, and he struggles a bit. His wolf brain is telling him to just rip them off you, but then he remembers it’s your favourite pair, so he decides that he should behave.
You kiss him on the head. “Good boy.”
His head snaps up in your direction, so fast you’re scared he might break his neck if he does it again. An unmistakable blush is on his cheeks. He becomes even harder, you can feel it. So hard he might tear his own jeans apart. All the signs he’s growing inpatient.
“Princess…”
“Yes, my wolf?”
“Don’t you need me too?”
You smile tenderly at him. “Of course I do.”
You jump off his lap, wiggle your hips to pull your jeans down your legs, now only in your underwear in front of him. His pants end up on the floor as well, together with his boxers. His very hard and very leaky member slaps on his belly. You’d kneel in front of him and take it in your mouth, but you know he’s desperate and impatient to feel you, so you decide to save it for another time.
“Come here.”
His accent is thick, hot as he speaks, voice coming out as a raspy whisper. You’re back in his lap as soon as he asks, kneels planted on each side of his hips, your hands on his broad shoulders. When he inhales, you know he’s taking in your scent, the scent of your arousal that’s pooling in your underwear. Normal people can’t smell it, but him… it’s so strong he can nearly taste it on the tip of his tongue.
“Gonna get you nice and wet,” he grips you by the hips, pulls your panties to the side, helps you slide on his cock. “Gonna prep you so nicely f’me, yeah? Get you all ready to take my big cock.”
He’s going to prep you with his own arousal, mixing it with yours, coating your entrance and his length with it — moving you up and down his length, letting it slide beautifully between your wet folds, letting his tip bump your sensitive clit with each thrust.
“I’m ready— I’m— I need you. Need you inside.”
“You need me inside?” Chris growls, piercing eyes staring right into yours. “Here?” Two fingers tap you right at your entrance. You nod.
“I’ll give it to you, princess. Gonna give you everything.”
One arm circles your waist as he pumps himself a couple of time with his free hand, looking you in the eye as he does so. Chris gives in and kisses you, giving his cock one last pump, before aligning the tip with your entrance.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts, yeah?” He pecks your lips once more, nuzzles your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
You nod, cupping his cheek in your hand as you feel his tip starting to push inside. You gasp at the stretch, squeeze his shoulder. He’s gentle, doesn’t rush it as he keeps pushing his length inside you tight hole until you tap his shoulder. He stops.
“Hurts?”
You shake your head lightly. “No. Just— big. I need a second.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, princess. We go at your pace.”
Chris kisses your lips, pulls a few strands of hair away from your face to see your eyes better, to get lost inside them. He smiles at you. His pupils are blown, his cheeks flushed red, just like his neck and chest. You sink down on him a little bit more and he gasps loudly, more than halfway inside you already. The stretch is good when he finally bottoms out, filling you up completely, all warm and throbbing sheathed inside of you. He circles your waist with his other arm and rests his head on your shoulder as he lets you get adjusted to having him inside.
“Good?”
“Better than good.” You kiss the top of his head, scratch his wolf ears. “Feels perfect.”
“You feel amazing, princess,” he whines against the skin of your chest, sucking your nipple back into his mouth. “So wet and tight around me. Always take me so perfectly.”
“F-Fuck me,” you gasp out. “Please, fuck me.”
He shakes his head. Kisses the tip of your nose. His hand comes to cup your cheek, keeping you close to him with his other arm. He looks right into your eyes, seeing his own reflection.
“No? You’re not gonna fuck me?” You pout.
Again, he shakes his head as a no, pulls you closer. A kiss on your lips, he throbs inside you.
“Nope. Not gonna fuck. We’re gonna make love, yeah?” He kisses your neck, licks the sensitive skin, lets his sharp teeth scrape it gently. “It’s what it always is with you. Making love. It’s always been love.”
He looks for your eyes, waiting for you to confirm his words.
You smile on his lips, looking at him fondly. “Of course, my wolf. Of course it’s always been love.”
Chris gently rolls his hips, thrusting up inside of you. It takes your breath away. You hunch forward to kiss him once again. He rolls his hips again and again, again and again.
“Gonna— gonna give you my knot,” he gasps. “Gonna give you everything. Make sure to make you mine. Gonna keep you forever, yeah?”
You nod, rolling your hips to meet his, allowing him to sink deeper, deeper, deeper. He fills you up deliciously, to the brim, to the point all you know and feel is him. You sink your nails in his shoulders, throw your head back as you ride him, chasing your high desperately. You tug at his hair and Chris grunts, thrusting inside of you harsher, involuntarily, giving you soft, puppy eyes when you whimper in discomfort.
“Sorry. ‘M sorry, princess,” he kisses your chest, nuzzles into it. “I love you so much. I never want to be without you.”
“I never want to be without you either, my— Chris, my wolf,” you sigh, toes curling, mind going blank. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“I know,” he whimpers, “I can feel it. I can smell it.”
You remember how it used to embarrass you at first, that he could smell your arousal and anticipate your orgasm before you could even start to feel it building up in your stomach.
“Fingers?” Chris asks, you shake your head. He bites his lip. “No? You’re gonna cum just from my big cock, princess?”
“Yes,” you sob, shutting your eyes as you feel your legs tremble on each side of Chris’ hips.
He entangles his fingers in your hair, pulls it gently, pushing your head towards his and resting his forehead on yours. “You’re so good to me, my princess. Cumming for me like the perfect girl you are. That’s it, princess, that’s it.”
You reach your high with a tiny, high-pitched sound, sinking your fingernails deeper in Chris’ shoulder, his thrusts inside of you becoming sloppier and inconsistent. That’s how you know he’s close, too.
“I’m close, too, baby,” he lets out a choked gasp, “gonna give you my knot. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”
“‘M gonna take it, all of it.”
Chris’ pupils become even bigger, he’s completely enamored of you.
“Stop me if it hurts, princess. Okay?” You nod, and he buries himself even deeper inside, ready to knot you. “A deep breath, princess. It’s almost in.”
As soon as his knot is finally in, you feel warmth flood inside of you, filling you up to the brim, some of it already leaking out and ending up on Chris’ thighs. He grunts and pants and whines, resting his forehead on your chest and holding you tight as he keeps emptying himself inside of you until there’s nothing more for him to give you.
You play with his hair, as he recovers. He lies down, his back hitting the mattress as he carries you with him, letting your body rest on his, his strong and warm arms shielding you from the outside world. Chris presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, covers your body with the bedsheet.
“I love you so much, my princess.”
“Mhh I love you too, my wolf.”
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Do you ever just forget that people who only know personality 2 have no idea what personality 1 is like? Like how you act different around different people yk
I was watching a film with my mum a few days ago and we were talking about which character we're most like. I was like "oh yeah I think I'm most like her" and I said that and she said "but you don't act like that?"
..yep sure.
Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.
If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.
Come. Join me in my madness.
*caveat: this works best in small sizes—anything big will probably need a more complex stitching setup, end papers, and sturdier book covers. My tiny books have been measuring about 1.5x2.2 cm, and .4 cm thick
I would 100% survive Scream because when Ghostface would call me asking about my favorite scary movie he'd be stuck for 3 hours listening to me talk about Carrie and the second Texas Chainsaw Massacre
And then I'd flirt with him
This means so much to me.
Let’s talk about the fabulous aromantics out there