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sagesolsticewrites · 3 months

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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

in which Steve takes care of you after a bad day

- including but not limited to: praise kink, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), Steve lowkey being a service dom 👀

(this is. very self-indulgent. very veryyyyyy self-indulgent. you have been warned <3)

a/n: huuuge shoutout to @upsidedownwithsteve's (aka Emmy, Queen of Smutty Sunday <3) most recent smutty Sunday event for giving me inspiration to write my very first smutty fic! Obligatory disclaimer that yes, this is my very first smut fic ever, I am an ✨asexual virgin✨ please manage expectations accordingly, yada yada yada. Also so many hugs to my bestie Kenz @fangirl-imagines for looking this over before I posted it ☺️ Kenzie has some incredible fics, go support her y'all!

Word count: 2870

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT. MINORS BEGONE. 🔞

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

You let yourself into your apartment with a sigh, shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit as you step over the threshold into your home and finally toe off your heels.

Bypassing the darkened kitchen and empty living room, you open the door to your bedroom, where you knew you’d find a shirtless Steve in the middle of his post-work ritual of playing some game on his computer.

He looks up as you enter, face brightening with a smile as he greets you.

“Hey baby, how was—”

In lieu of an answer, you flop face first onto the bed with a groan.

You can hear the smile fade from his voice as he hisses sympathetically, “That bad, huh?”

You lift your chin so it’s propped up on the pillow as you explain your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

“You know that project that Marie was working on? She asked me for help on it, and I gave her some pointers, but she said she still wasn’t really understanding it so I ended up having to do all of it for her. And she’ll probably take all the credit for it, too.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “And we had that meeting with our new clients, and my boss basically volun-told me to take notes for it, even though that’s really the liason’s job, and then she criticized me for not taking as detailed notes as Lauren even though that’s literally Lauren’s job! And she was there, she could’ve taken the notes, I don’t even—”

You shake your head in exasperation, shifting topics, “And then I didn’t even have time for lunch because Sara wanted me to help train the interns, and…” You end your rant with a groan, letting your face drop back into the pillow. “‘M just. So tired.”

“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice turns soft as the pillow underneath your head, and he gets up from his spot at the desk to climb onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.

You curl into him instinctively, your head finding that space in the crook of his neck that feels like it was made for you personally, one hand coming up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, tracing patterns along the freckles and moles dotted along his skin.

“What can I do to help, honey?” Your boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Jus’ wanna… I dunno, just. Stop.” You mumble against his shoulder, shrugging and curling further into him.

He hums in understanding, grabbing the hand that’s currently drawing invisible hearts around the moles near his collarbone and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“You’ve been doing so much for everyone today,” he murmurs, voice layered with understanding and adoration as he leans in and peppers tiny kisses over your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and you relax even more as his voice washes over you, “Worked so hard.”

He pulls you closer, scattering kisses all over as you finally release all the tension you’ve been holding, letting out a sigh and shifting in his arms to face him. You don’t realize you’re straddling him until you’re pressed nearly flush against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His lips brush over every part of your face, down to your neck and then back up as you become putty in his hands, murmuring soft words of praise to you the whole time.

“You just need to stop working now, huh? Need to stop thinking,” His lips draw a path to your ear, where he whispers, “need to let someone else do all the work, huh, baby?”

A shiver runs down your spine, constantly in awe of the power just his voice has over you. His hand settles on your hip, a comforting, grounding weight while his other hand brushes a strand of hair back from your forehead. His lips work their way back down over your cheek, stopping to hover just over yours, mouths brushing together as he murmurs in a voice like silk, “Is that what you want, honey? Want me to take care of you?”

Warm chocolate eyes meet yours, soft, caring, always ensuring he has your consent before he does anything.

At your near-imperceptible nod, he drags his hand up to cup your chin, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

“Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to surge up and capture your lips with his.

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, his hands move to the thin strip of exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up. Your kisses become hungrier, ignoring your need for oxygen in favor of Steve’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and he slowly drags up the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to get your permission.

At your eager nod, your shirt is off and tossed to some corner of the room, his mouth eagerly on yours once more.

You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this through his sweats, and you instinctively begin to rock in his lap, dragging your increasingly damp core over his.

His hands grip your hips, the familiar feeling sending a thrill through you… but rather than guiding your movements like he normally would, he holds them still.

You pull away, brow furrowed, but before you can voice your confusion, he flips you onto your back, moving to hover over you in one smooth movement.

“I told you,” he murmurs against your lips in a tone that sends a pulse of scorching heat to your core, “I’m doing all the work, sweetheart.”

The whimper you let out is muffled by his lips on yours once more, his wandering hands and hungry kisses making short work of turning you into a moaning, gasping mess.

“Steve,” you whine out his name as his lips travel down to your neck, and you can feel his smile against the hollow of your throat before he returns to licking and sucking dark patches into your skin, the occasional use of his teeth making delicious shivers shoot up your spine.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin, trailing his lips along your collarbone. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous twinkle mixed with the searing heat in them turning you molten as he asks, “What do you need?”

Unable to find the words, your hand finds his hair instead — God, that hair — and begins pushing him down towards where you really want him.

“‘M gettin’ there, honey, I promise,” he grins, pausing your efforts to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “Lemme take my time and I promise it’ll be worth it, ok?”

He reaches up to toy with the strap of your bra— a simple nude thing you could get away with wearing under a white shirt at work— a questioning look in his eyes answered by a furious nod from you.

He makes short work of the clasp, and that really should not be as hot as it is, but— oh who are you kidding, even his breathing is insanely hot right now.

You throw your head back as he presses kisses all over your chest, mumbling against your skin the whole time about how pretty you are, just gorgeous sweetheart, God, I can’t believe I get to do this for you…

Your head goes deliciously fuzzy with the praise, and you can’t quite form words so all you can do when he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for good measure, is let out a keening “Ohhh” and instinctively tighten your grip on his hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve groans, the noise sending heat racing through your body, and you grin knowing you were the one to elicit it, “You sound fucking incredible.” He murmurs more praise as he turns his attention to your other nipple, giving it just as much attention and eliciting more gasps and moans and whines from you before he continues his journey south.

You lift your head and watch as Steve Harrington fucking beams when he reaches your stomach, your pouch poking out slightly more than you’d like over the waistband of your jeans.

He meets your eyes, his own swimming with sincerity as he begins to scatter kisses over your midsection.

“You”

Kiss

“Are”

Kiss

“Fucking”

Kiss

“Stunning”

Kiss

When it seems like he’s covered every single inch of your exposed skin in kisses, remaining stubbornly focused on your torso when what you really want is for him to be significantly lower, he meets your eyes as he plays with the waistband of your jeans, once again wordlessly asking your permission.

And once again, your furious nodding is all the consent he needs to peel your jeans off and toss them away.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, wide eyes on where your jeans once were, “Honey. Baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He says in a strangled voice at the sight of your simple lacy panties in a deep, wine-purple color— a color Steve once drunkenly confessed was his favorite, though he told anyone who asked he preferred red.

You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “I thought you might like those.”

“Like them?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up through lidded eyes to meet your gaze as his own darkens, “I never wanna see you in anything else again.”

Your toes curl, and your breaths become shallow in anticipation as he scatters slow kisses all along your inner thighs, carefully spreading them apart, stopping when he gets to the edge of the purple lace.

He holds your gaze, gauging your reaction as instead of pulling them down over your hips to toss to yet another corner of the room, he simply…

Pulls.

The lace.

To the side.

You barely have time to let out a quiet, shaky, “Oh my God,” at the ravenous look on Steve’s face before his mouth is on you and you forget how to think, you forget how to breathe, you forget everything except Steve.

Let it be known: Steve Harrington knew how to eat a girl out.

He licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him, his current strategy both too much and not enough.

He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, pressing a single kiss to your clit that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, before diving in.

His tongue finds your entrance with ease, the way his nose pushes through the thatch of wiry hair to nudge at your clit providing extra stimulation as he makes short work of making you fall apart. His tongue swirls through your folds as he lets out a languid moan at your taste.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your core, “So perfect, lettin’ me take care of you. This is all you needed, huh?” His eyes flick up to meet yours as you shudder and moan underneath him, struggling to keep your eyes on him.

He licks another languid path through your folds, savoring your taste, before continuing, his voice muffled as he licks and sucks at your entrance “Jus’ needed me to give you a break, needed me to tell you it’s okay to turn off your brain and jus’—” Steve punctuates his last words by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently “—be a good girl for me.”

The combination of stimulation to your clit and Steve’s words has your hips arching off the bed, despite your boyfriend’s best efforts to keep you still. You can feel him grin against you and let out a dark chuckle at the moan you let out at his last words in particular, the way your hand tightens and pulls at his hair all the evidence he needs.

Still, he asks you, though he doesn’t quite expect a coherent response.

“Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you a good girl? You like bein’ a good girl for me?” He purrs in a voice like syrup, lips still brushing your folds.

“Fuck, I— yes, Stevie,” you whine brokenly, gently gripping his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to where you want him, whimpering softly, “Stevie please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, scattering kisses frustratingly just outside your core, “Jus’ trust me, I gotcha.”

You resist the urge to move, to just grab him and put him where you want him, even as you let out a frustrated whine.

Just as your patience is about to run out, you feel him smirk against you before diving back in, holding your legs apart as he sloppily licks and sucks at your entrance, his tongue diving deep inside you.

You let out a gasping moan as he attacks your core, practically clawing at his hair in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, your brain going fuzzy and then melting entirely when you hear the endless praise falling from his lips as he eats you out.

“So good for me sweetheart, just perfect— shit, do you have any idea how good you taste?” He groans against you, his thumb coming up to gently circle your clit as his other hand moves to splay flat over your hips, holding you as still as he can, “Could do this all fuckin’ day, god you’re amazing sweetheart—”

Then he clamps his lips around your clit and moans, and you’re fairly certain you’re going to die of pleasure, both your hands flying to grip his hair and yank as your back arches off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows, mouth open to let out a high, keening moan.

When you come back to your body, Steve is back to gently licking through your folds, and your hands claw at him, needing him to be closer.

“Steve,” you whine, “Stevie please, ‘m so close, I jus’— I need— please, baby.”

As your words turn into incoherent moans and pleas, Steve is quick to assure you, thumb returning to playing with your clit as he mumbles against you, “I know, honey, I know what you need and ‘m gonna give it to you, I promise. Been so good for me today, taken such good care of everyone, now it’s your turn, ‘m gonna make you feel so, so fuckin’ good, baby—”

He dives into you once more, thumb rhythmically circling your clit as his tongue hits every spot inside you in a pattern that has you turning to liquid underneath him, your legs hooking together behind his back to keep him right there, and your vision goes white as Steve brings you towards your release.

You let out a cry as you hit your climax, and Steve dutifully guides you through your orgasm, murmuring soft praises the whole time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, mouth glistening and pupils dilated wide. Your hand cards through his soft brown waves, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Steve brushes gentle kisses to your inner thigh, your hipbone, your stomach, following a path up to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the contented sigh you let out.

He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a smile as he pecks your nose.

“Feelin’ better?”

You hum contentedly, “Much.” Your thumb comes up to stroke his cheek as you pointedly glance down, “What about you?”

Steve lets out a mock-annoyed groan, forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“Baby, we just went over the whole thing about you not needing to take care of everyone.”

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze, “Seriously, though,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling to lay next to you and pulling you into his chest, “I’m fine. This was about you, and I’m so glad I could help take care of you for once.”

You cup his cheek, turning his face to yours. You hope he can see every sincere, tender thought in your expression as you simply say, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He murmurs in response, lips quirking up into a small smile as he turns to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“So,” he says, fingers stroking through your hair, nudging your eyes closed, “nap time and then appetizer dinner? We’ve got mozzarella sticks and some chicken tenders I can throw in the oven.”

You grin, despite already being half-asleep, “That sounds perfect.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you infinity.”

“I love you infinity plus one”

“I love you—”

“Alright, let’s call it a tie, babe.”

Tagging a couple friends! Hi besties @austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano @dontbesussis

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #my writing #sage writes

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sp00kymulderr · 3 months

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This fandom has been really important to me for a while but especially in the last year, it’s a place to escape to and a community of people I can be openly myself with. All of you have made me feel so so so full of love, so much, and I adore you for that!

So, we’re gonna do a little celebration with some random activities from now until Sunday:

📝Self rec a fic that you're proud of, and why OR rec someone elses fic that you love, and why. (I’ll read/rb all of them bc I wanna read everything you love)

❣️give me a character & I'll rec a random writer and a fic of theirs that I love

🎨Send me a character and a colour scheme and I'll make you a lockscreen, header or moodboard (up to you!) (quality not guaranteed lol you’ve seen my work)

💌Send me some details about yourself (personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, love language) and I'll pair you up with a Pedro character (lemme know if you don’t want a romantic pairing pls)

💭Send me a character and a scenario/situation or a prompt from this list and I’ll write a max. 500 word drabble (smutty scenarios encouraged)

✨Send a FMK/would you rather and I'll do it then send you one back

🎧I’ll tell you a song I associate with you or a character of your choice

(Feel free send in more than one!)

And of course you can ask anything about me, my WIPS, my fics, scream about Dieter & Ezra with me etc. but I want this to be about you guys as much as possible!

There are 2k of you I’m just 🤯 I love you all fyi

#too anxious to tag anyone lmao i hope people see this & wanna participate #sp00ky follower celebration

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many-sparrows · 6 months

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I'm not the original anon, but please do share more about how you can be Christian without being a part of a church. I'd love to hear your thoughts! ☀️

So, if church isn't right for you, or is inaccessible, or isn't right right now, here are some tips:

- Lean into the curiosity. Learn about your bible, read books written by pastors and theologians and stuff. Learn about church history of you're into that. Even if things are wrong or strangely interpreted, it opens up your thinking, which helps you grow.

- I found ritual really important. For me, I find a lot of God in nature, so I would turn off my phone and take a long, secluded walk on Sunday mornings. Setting up a prayer ritual can be nice. When I wasn't in church and found myself also in a depressive moment, I would take really long, ritualistic showers on Sunday night. Self-care because you are part of God's creation, you are part of the body of Christ and so loving + caring for those things means loving and caring for yourself.

- Reflection. Giving yourself time to really think about faith stuff since you don't have the time blocked out by a church service.

- Serve. Serving others (whatever that might mean in your life) is a really important directive in the gospel and should be part of our spiritual practice for all of us. It takes on a different importance and a different kind of value when it is one of the anchors of your faith (and I think that should be the case for every Christian everywhere).

- Don't hide your faith. This one sounds a little weird but hear me out. A lot of us are quite hesitant about advertising Christianity in this day and age. And you shouldn't be an asshole with how you do it, you shouldn't be calling yourself a Christian to show off or pontificate or to convert. However, it can be a real difficult line to be sensitive and hiding that light under a bushel. And you shouldn't be hiding this part of your life. If people ask you why you do certain things or care about certain issues, be upfront with the Christian part of it. I think especially if you're not going to a church or scheduling your life around church, wearing a cross or something can keep that front and center in your life, both for you and for the people who are watching you live your life. Keeps you grounded and makes sure that it's something you're open about.

- Keep wrestling. Like Jacob and the angel, it's all about engaging and wrestling with god instead of walking away. Don't put it down when it's difficult or there are questions. Hold your doubts and keep exploring.

Rb with more fellas!

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mogspawner · 2 months

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Hallo! Tis I, hit user .mogspawner welcoming you to my fanblog!

I mostly plan to repost/post Minecraft content related to S.O.S Smp and smaller, more indie MCYT series I think you should check out, and why !

The plan is to use a platform to show off content creators who I think dont get a lot of attention and who should.

I am an adult! I'm also in a relationship and an unnamed content creator myself. I identify as gender-fluid to protect my identity both irl and online so any pronouns go.

About Me.

I am your average generic, EVOSmp, YHS, Aphmau, Yogscast raised individual. When it comes to Minecraft servers I am extremely niche, I like pretty much all forms of Minecraft and will give any series a shot. However, I am not very likely to ever join large fandoms I wasn't originally in to start with.

I was into Hermitcraft roughly around season 3-4, starting with Xisuma/Mumbo perspective. My love for the content creators there (Including Bdubs) started in my youth and I'm very proud to have been supported and loved in this community for so long.

The life-series kind of falls in place there too but the biggest thing that was the start of my re-hyperfixation was EmpiresSmp and the introduction of Mythicalsausage. I have been a long since viewer of Lizzie & Joel from their old days on Minecraft and I continue to watch them to this day!

There are also SMP's like Deceit which I will go into in other blogs! So keep an eye out for things you will thank me for!

Kins.

For me, saying I kin so and so is basically affiliating myself with them comfortably. Be it social or just a: "Oh my god that's so me." Other time's its a delulu moment where I genuinely think I am that person due to specific trauma which I wont disclose. I'm not one of those people who will say DNI if doubles because at the end of the day, we are chaos incarnate! Take these as the characters in stories, not the actual people please. These only pertain to MCYT related things!

Highkins: * will add on the more I grow comfy sharing. Bdubs // Mogswamp // Goat!Taneesha // Grian // Stressmonster // LDShadowlady // Rendog *

Lowkins: * will add on the more I grow comfy sharing. Appsro // Nukeri // Impulse // Vikingpilot // Keralis *

Tags.

Hi please see these tags that I will use at random on my account. May add more as time goes on.

;rb / reblogging art, text-posts etc / ;mogspeaks / speaking about the account / ;kinspeaks / usually a kin posting moment / ;shoutoutsundays / a weekly blog post with an smp or series you've probably never heard of for your viewing pleasure. submissions can be sent in via my message box. / ;mogart / gonna post art eventually! doodles, skribbles, who knows! / ;mogedits / self explanatory, making edits of silly little mc peeps / *

Shoutout Sundays.

DeceitSmp - no content warnings needed!

UHC Generations - no content warnings needed!

Your Last Days - gun violence, zombies, loud voices & more.

#;mogspeaks

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martyrbat · 6 months

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none of you reacted to the bruce fucking stealing his parents murder weapon and sitting alone in the cave while holding THE gun with his finger over the trigger and thinking about the cost of lives and what his is worth and that its still less than 25 cents post..... i hope u all know im gonna self rb it on sunday and force u to look at it until someone says something because literally its such a BRUCE :((( moment for me

#^^ said in a ‘guy whos projecting because [redacted for the sakes of cool mysterious privacy and keeping it whimsical reasons]’ voice btw #NO BUT SERIOUSLY ITS SOMETHING I THINK ABOUT SO MUCH....

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jkgnggj · 1 year

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hii welcome to my little twin stars / kiki and lala themed blog! my pfp is a zoomed in poff bear of a drawing i commissioned my friend @aoki553 i like to combine my love for little twin stars with my other interests, in this case tori (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

i post / rb any toritsuka reita content I can get my hands on (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) i try posting daily (for now) feel free to msg me or ask me anything! i take drawing reqs and ff prompt suggestions! im always looking for new friends and other tori enjoyers <333

˳⁺⁎˚꒰ఎ about me ໒꒱˚⁎⁺˳

my name is ruby but you can call me ruchan ♡ im currently 19 my pronouns are she/her i speak spanish and english and im an artist, writer, cosplayer, roleplayer, and the number one toritsuka reita enjoyer (self proclaimed) xp

i like fairy kei fashion, pastels, unicorns, cats, musicals, sanrio esp kiki and lala / little twin stars ☆

i enjoy watching slice of life, sports animes, and anything involving delinquent / yakuza characters, the fictional character im currently obsessed with and have dedicate this blog to is my baby boy ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ toritsuka reita from saiki k ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ tags ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳

#mikorei monday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ every monday i try posting / reblogging mikoto aiura x reita toritsuka related posts (art, hcs, coms, ffs, etc.)

#torikechi tuesday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ every tuesday i try posting / reblogging touma akechi x reita toritsuka related posts (art, hcs, coms, ffs, etc.)

#yumetori wednesday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ every wednesday i try posting / reblogging chiyo yumehara x reita toritsuka related posts (art, hcs, coms, ffs, etc.)

#torisai thursday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ every thursday i try posting / reblogging kusuo saiki x reita toritsuka related posts (art, hcs, coms, ffs, etc.)

#satori saturday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ every saturday i try posting / reblogging hiroshi satou x reita toritsuka related posts (art, hcs, coms, ffs, etc.)

#ruchan writes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ tag i use for when i post / promote my fics (my ao3 acc is the same as this one, as well as my twt, insta, discord in case anyone wants to talk thru those platforms instead)

#ruchans art

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ tag i use when i post my art, whether it be my half of an art trade, a gift for a friend or just a drawing i thought id share with everyone <3 i only do traditional art as of now

#ruchan rambles

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ tag i use for mainly text posts of me rambling about my hcs or aus

#commission

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ tag i use for keeping track of all the amazing drawings ive commissioned (im the number one lu-kario fan btw (also self proclaimed))

#art trade

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ tag i use for keeping track of all my wonderful art trades with friends and mutuals :> i try tagging their tumblr or instagram so anyone can follow if theyd like <3

˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ misc ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳

ofc I cant promise ill be able to post every single day or that ill post stuff thats specific for the theme / tag of the day, sometimes ill post torisai stuff on a monday if i really feel like it (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ and theres gonna be times i wont be able to post or run out of stuff to post but ill do my best to stick to this schedule ive set! ʕ⁠ ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ᕤ☆ also if u have any suggestions for what the theme for fridays and sundays should be then pls lmk! I'm thinking psychickers sunday and art trade fridays? name still pending...

anyways i hope u enjoy ur visit, baii ~ ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

#introduction #intro post #about me post #about me #finally got aaround to making this aesthetically pleasing #it was so ugly before ugh </3 #but now its so cute!#i hope i did this right i had no idea what to put and struggled sm 🤧#welcomes to my blog #welcome #little twin stars #kiki and lala #lala and kiki #LTS #sanrio #kiki #lala

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yeyinde · 1 year

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Lev!!! you cannot just post that masterpiece and dip. I cannot breathe. I'm grinning like a fucking baffon in my room and thank god it's sunday or else I sure would've call in sick. I'm not kidding. I have no self control and I would've read this at my workplace and God, I don't want to picture me squirming in my seat with a 60yr old woman sitting 2 feet away.

the way you write, smut or not, you include these tiny little details that people wouldn't notice, not even in real life, not even during that particular moment of ecstacy and somehow make it even more smuttier(?). it's never in and out with a grunt here and growl there with your works. it's a whole fucking experience and I have to have a mini freak out and mentally prepare myself before I read any of your work. your single fic is better than many published books I've read.

God, I would love to sit inside your brain and intercept every single one of your tho(ugh)t processes, analyze why you decided to put one particular word over another and such (also I was picturing Price on all fours until you mentioned that he was on his back. what's your thought process there?).

anyway, I'll rb your fic after I have an another proper meltdown so that I can get access to some coherent thoughts and the ability to string words together.

p.s:(I would very much like to deck that one editor that told me fanfic is not real writing and shove this masterpiece down their throat)

p.p.s: I get anxious when I send ask without anon ( don't know why) but I really wanted to send that pic cause that's what it looked like when you posted it.

p.p.p.s: (this is the last one promise) were you listening to purity ring when you wrote it? why that song? sorry for the long ass ask.

OMGGGGGGG for some reason, this does not show up on tumblr mobile - which is what I primarily use unless I'm posting a fic! So I am so so so sorry it took so long for me to reply!!

And AHHHHHH!! This is too much for me, honestly! You're way too nice about the rampant filth I write!!!! I had so many emotions reading this that I can't even begin to process ANY of them!! THANK YOU!!!

As for some of the questions posed:

With Price, I tried to be as true to his character (or the way I perceive his character) as I could be when I wrote this. I know it's just smut, and pegging smut at that!, but I like realism in whatever I read and since I usually write stuff that I like, I needed to include it. It had to make sense to me. I don't think Price would do this with just anyone, but if he mentioned it - he wants it. He was fairly confident through the whole thing, whereas MC was freaking out. I liked the contrast between their characters.

I don't think he'd be inclined to be on his knees for the first time. It would be something he needs to build up to before he gives up that aspect of himself. This was already quite a heavy experience, and so. It just made sense to me that he'd be on his back, with MC over him so he can watch their expressions, and take in the experience as it flickers over their face.

It's also infinitely more intimate, which is what - in Price's head - was the goal?? Like, it was a hot moment, but it was also fostering more trust, and taking a deeper plunge into their relationship. It delves into this a bit more at the end when MC finally has a moment to step away from "JESUS I AM "BALLS" DEEP INSIDE CAP PRICE RIGHT NOW" and look at things with a wider perspective.

It also gives him a modicum of control as well. Which, I think is the basal aspect of his character.

That's quite wordy for what this fic is, OMG. That's sort of what I volleyed back and forth in my head before writing this one.

And I was listening to Purity Ring!!! I rediscovered them through Letterkenny and this song is quite intense to me. The lyrics are just so PERFECT. All of my fics have connecting songs to them that either set the tone when I was writing or explore a different facet of what I want to convey through the lyrics. Usually, it's just atmosphere, but for Fineshrine - it was both!

Ahh, I get so nervous when stuff gets so wordy!!!!! Sorry for the spiel!

This was such a lovely message, and I am so gutted I only found it now. Thank you so much! It genuinely baffles me when people take an interest in my thoughts behind the smut, but this absolutely made my entire week. I will not stop thinking about this - I just know it. AHHHHHH. You're way too sweet!!!!

#OMGGGGG #gonna cry #gonna need #at MINIMUM #5-10 business days to let this one sink in #captain john price

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enniewritesathing · 4 months

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*chews on cord*

y'know, maybe I care too much!! turns out this story is more personal than I thought and I'm like this is the equivalent of

and honestly, I'm probably just hurting my own feelings for expectations. in general. no matter when (early morning/european time/luncht time/dinner time) I post in the day, it's just... I don't know. self rbs are pretty much useless. I feel like I'm flat out annoying and yall are probably like '🙄'

right now I'm struggling with 2 posts that are gonna land Friday/Sunday; I am doing the equivalent of breaking out the leveler to make sure that shit is perfect. The lead up to it is already started and I'm just concerned that it's not going to land or dare I say, recognized. There's details. Layers.

it's kind of like laying out a full table of food that you cooked and prepared all day and like 2 people did a driveby on the fries.

#i should go to sleep or something #if it seems 'whiny' well it is

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beastofwant · 1 year

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the ONLY valid people who rb that self diagnosed prophet post are the other mentally ill bitches vibing with me and the single person who tagged it as Eli Sunday

#mad scrawl

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clitfisto · 2 years

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i-am-tired-of-being-this-type-of-animal sunday rb if youre tryna undergo total annihilation of the self and rebuild yourself from the ground up for better or for worse

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Drawl | Austin Butler x reader

Austin needs some help getting back to himself after Elvis. Luckily, his best friend is here to help him out!

Request from Anonymous: Hi! Love your writing. I was wondering if I could get an Austin story. He said he had an identity crisis after wrapping Elvis, and you can still hear Elvis when he talks even now. I was wondering if you could write something cute about a childhood friend helping him find himself again and in the process he realizes how much she loves him and that he loves her too.

a/n: so sorry I haven’t posted much y’all! I’m in college and my summer class started last week so I’ve been a little busy, but I promise I’m working on requests! Hopefully this and Reunion Part Two tomorrow will be enough to hold you over while I get more writing done!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: a couple swear words, inaccuracies about California, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Hugest of shoutouts to @austin-butlers-gf for helping me with this 🤍

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

“A grande latte, and could I get that with oatmilk please?” Austin drawls as he places his order directly after you. It had been about a month since his return from the Elvis press run and you were out for your regular coffee-and-catch-up session. It was fun seeing your childhood friend become a superstar, but it was nice to have a little time to yourselves now that he was back home.

Your mouth twitches up in an attempt to hide your laugh as he places his order, and he raises an eyebrow as you make your way over to a table.

“What?” he asks with a smile.

“Nothin’, Mr. Presley,” you tease as you slide into your usual spot by the window.

He groans, sounding genuinely upset as he slides into the seat across from you, “It happened again, didn’t it?”

Your teasing smile slowly morphs into a concerned frown as you see his reaction.

“Hey, I was just teasing—“

He shakes his head, “No, I know it’s just… I pretty much lived and breathed as Elvis for over two years, and I was hoping to just get back to being Austin once it was over, but,” he sighs, running his hand over his face, “it’s not as easy as I thought it’d be.”

“Aus, you devoted so much of yourself to that role— and it shows in your performance, obviously, you were incredible— but you’re not gonna be able to snap back to being Austin just like that.”

You grin as a plan starts forming in your head.

“Uh oh,” Austin jokes, “that smile’s never a good sign.”

“I have an idea for how we can…” you search for the right words, “speed up the process of getting you back to being you.”

“Oh?” he asks with an intrigued smile, “And what would that be? It’s not gonna be like that plan you had to sneak a cat into your room because your mom wouldn’t let you have one, is it? Because if I remember correctly, that didn’t exactly end well.”

“Excuse me, that plan would’ve gone perfectly if I’d been able to keep Mittens quiet for longer than two minutes,” you say with a mock-offended gasp. “Besides, this is much better than that one.” You smile, “We’re gonna do all the things we did as kids. Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm, going to that one spot in the woods that you forced me to go to all the time so I could listen to you read the Pulp Fiction script out loud which, by the way, was an amazingly inappropriate script to read—“

“Oh come on,” he interrupts, “It might’ve been inappropriate but that script was crucial to molding my acting skills. And look at where it got me.” he teases with a self-satisfied smile.

“There he is,” you grin, “I knew Austin was still in there somewhere. The plan’s working already!”

“Alright, let’s see how this goes then,” he says with a laugh.

The two of you plan for a Disneyland trip the next Sunday, and spend the day in your finest Disney apparel. You wander around taking pictures with all of the characters you can, making a point to get pictures with Rapunzel and Stitch.

“Come on, I’m a little old for this, don’t you think?” Austin says with an eyebrow raise as you lead him over to where Stitch is supposed to be waiting.

You give a mock-offended gasp, “How dare you! You’re never too old for Disney, Aus!”

He raises his hands in surrender, “I’m just saying!”

“Besides,” you continue to drag him along, “this is about getting back to yourself. What’s more Austin than Stitch? I remember you had that movie playing constantly when we were kids.”

He laughs, allowing you to drag him around for pictures, and eventually it turns into Austin dragging you around to go on some rides.

You freeze as he pulls you towards Space Mountain. “Aus, what are you doing?”

He turns back, “C’mon, Y/N, you’re not still scared of rollercoasters, are you?”

“No, I just… don’t feel like going on a ride right now,” you say, not even convincing yourself.

“Y/N… we really don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” he says, a concerned look on his face.

You shake yourself, “No, I’ll… I’ll be okay. I promise.” You give him a small smile.

“I’ll be right next to you the whole time, okay?” He smiles, squeezing your hand before pulling you along to get in line.

You decide that focusing on the far-too-fast ride is infinitely preferable to thinking about how your hand tingled when Austin squeezed it and how his concern for you made butterflies go haywire in your stomach, and how the toe-curlingly dizzy feeling you’re experiencing might not be from the ride, but from Austin holding your hand throughout it.

The next weekend you spent the day at Knott’s Berry Farm, running around all the rides you had gone on as kids— well, it was more Austin dragging you around to all the rides again. You still hated rollercoasters, but you knew this was what he needed so you pushed through, and the little hand squeeze he gave you as you got on, promising in a whisper that he’d be right next to you the whole time definitely didn’t hurt.

After Disneyland and Knott’s, you spent the next few days wandering around Anaheim reminiscing at all the places you had hung out together when you were kids. You tried to ignore the sparks you felt when your hands brushed as you walked beside him and the weird blushy feeling you got when you thought you caught him staring at you, and instead tried to pin all your focus on helping your friend. Who you definitely weren’t developing a crush on, nope, your feelings were totally platonic.

At least that’s what you told yourself until you got home that night and couldn’t stop thinking about him. After several hours of tossing and turning with his stupidly handsome face swirling around in your head, you decided to get up. You needed to do something besides lay there and think about his gorgeous blond waves, adorable freckles, charming smile, the adorable way he fidgeted with his hands or rings or the chain around his neck when he talked, or— you cut off that train of thought with a sigh. You stopped as you passed the mirror in your hall, staring into your reflection’s eyes. Maybe it was because it was 2am, maybe you were finally tired of denying it… whatever the reason, you looked at yourself in the mirror and accepted that over the course of the past couple weeks you had developed a giant crush on your best friend. No, not just a crush. You were completely and totally in love with him. Well, you thought with a sigh, this definitely won’t make things awkward.

Austin had decided that your “Austin Finds Himself” journey should come to an end by going to the clearing in the woods near his house where he had dragged you to help him prepare for auditions.

“This is where it all started,” he had explained “and it feels fitting that I should end this whole journey where I started it, with my best friend.” He had smiled, and it had taken all of your strength to keep your returning smile steady as your heart cracked a bit at the words “best friend”.

The two of you hike to the clearing, Austin laughing at your complaints the whole way there.

“My knees should not be making that sound!” you whine as you finally arrive in the clearing, making your way over to the bench where Austin had rehearsed for many an audition with you.

“We were like twelve the last time we came here, we’re old now!” he teases, plopping down next to you and drinking in his surroundings. You’re struck by how the sun hits him like a spotlight, his hair shining, blue eyes practically glowing, looking completely at home. After a moment of taking it all in, he turns to you with a sincere smile.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me with this,” he gestures vaguely to the air around him, “whole thing, I… I really needed this.”

You force a smile, “Of course, you’re my best friend, Aus. I’m always gonna help you, no matter what.”

You’re so wrapped up in stamping down your own feelings, you don’t see how his smile falters when you confirm your current just-friends status. Lucky for you, he decides to speak up.

“Y/N, the past couple weeks have been absolutely amazing, I really can’t thank you enough. I missed getting to spend time with you, and this was honestly exactly what I needed after the past few years,” he says with a shy smile. “And I have something I wanna tell you. I know that if I don’t do it now, I probably never will, and I can’t sit around here wondering ‘what if’, so…” he trails off, taking a deep breath.

He grasps your hand and looks into your eyes. Your breath catches at how sincere he looks. “Y/N, I… I really like you. Really, really like you. You’re smart, funny, so incredibly talented, and so, so kind. Most people would’ve just told me it’ll take time to find myself again, but you… you came up with a plan, actively tried to help me. That means so, so much to me. You’ve been by my side for longer than I can remember, and I don’t know how it took me this long to realize it, but… I love you. I have for a while now.” He worries his lip between his teeth, and without waiting for a response, says hurriedly, “And I absolutely understand if you don’t feel the same, and I’m so, so sorry if I just ruined everything—“

You crash your lips into his, cutting off his apology. He freezes, and you fear for a moment that it was too much before he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck before he pulls away just an inch, looking into your eyes as his forehead rests against yours.

“Y/N…” his hand comes up to caress your cheek, his other resting comfortably against your hip, “ I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” you say softly, leaning into his hand, “can we just stay like this?”

“Of course we can,” he smiles, “you look absolutely beautiful right now. I could stare at you forever.”

He leans in ,his lips just barely brushing yours before he pulls away again, whispering, “Do you realize that all of my problems went away from that kiss?”

“Hush it, I needed this too.” you say with a playful grin, moving to tuck your head into the crook of his neck. “Austin?”

“Yes bubs?” he replies, using the old nickname the two of you came up with back in elementary school.

No turning back now. “Fuck it,” you mumble before finally looking up at him and saying “I’m in love with you, and I know that it’s such a cliché to say ‘I love you’s’ at the beginning of something new but damn it, I’m so in love with you Austin and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

In lieu of a response, he pulls you in for another kiss, smiling against your lips.

The two of you spend most of the day there, and Austin walks you home afterward, the two of you hand-in-hand as you stroll through Anaheim.

“So, does this count as our first date?” you ask with a playful grin as you arrive at your apartment.

“I guess it does,” he says with a smile. “But I’d really like to take you out properly sometime, if that’s alright,” he says, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“I'd really like that,” you say, “we could go to that Italian place down the street?”

“That sounds good. Are you busy on Saturday?”

He grins as you shake your head, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it, “It’s a date.”

You lean in to press one last kiss to his lips before you enter your apartment, giving him a small wave. “It’s a date.” you beam before closing the door, the happiness of the day crashing over you like a wave as you make your way to bed.

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