#also you’re so talented oml

[charmedreincarnation]

hey i finally entered void after 4.5 months!! i can’t believe my life is so so fun now!!!

what i used :

• tumblr for resources; i learnt a lot from bloggers post which introduced me to void.

• subliminals on youtube: i just listened to it twice daily but i think u can skip this step

it was such a struggle at first but i let all the tension go away for me to embody it…

what i manifested✨

height and face; i was 5’11 before but i wanted to be shorter cause i didn’t like being tallest amongst all girls and even guys. i changed it to 5’3. now i think i look like cute. for face - foxy or siren eyes, positive canthral tilt, fuller lips, no eye bags, sharper nose. i think i might play around my facial features a bit more until i am satisfied with it haha.

avatar editor irl: i used to play sims 4 a lot a lot !! since 5 years i’ve been playing it. if you play it too you know there’s a CREATE A SIM page. it’s somewhat like that but for me in my phone as an app. i can choose clothes or facial features and it changes my face or clothes or accessories irl!! if ur a shifter its like a “LIFA APP” as you’ve heard.

gaming; i am a gamer and i can enter any gaming world at anytime instead of playing it on screen and let me tell u girl!! life has been so fun since!! but dw i don’t “die” in it i just respawn and also pain setting is 0 i dont feel pain when i enter games. sorry but i also play shooter games haha, dw they’re NPC AS THEYRE IN GAME THEY DONT FEEL HURT.

be a good student; i didn’t cancel school cause i just love the drama that’s going on loll, and i love outshining people. so i just manifested that i become a good student. whatever i read once i can remember without any revision required. also be more logical to solve math. cause girl i used to FLUNKKK!!

Boyfriend!!: holy i should have put it in number one!! THIS ONE OF THE BESTEST!! he’s literally in the kitchen making me dumplings cause yk- i made him a chef!! btw i made him from scratch from CREATE A SIM lol!! i revised that he has always been going to my school and one year older than me. he’s so handsome istg!! kind of a combination of jacob elordi and jungkook? i can’t explain!! u get it tho!;) and he’s also so respectful to women ! oml! almost opposite of those red pilled men (yuck!!!)

friend group: theyre so kind and diverse!! it’s vast !! (17 people incl me) and everyone is so amazing kind talented and everyone’s from a diff countries!!

language : i can speak korean now, fluently!

there is so many other minor things but these r my faveee!!! ty ty ty for reading and all the bloggers who have helped us.

and if u haven’t entered, what r u even thinking! u have and you’ll change ur life in a split second like me!! don’t worry about taking too much time luvzzz!!

seee u!!!!

So happy for you love 💕 congrats, and thank you for the tips. Also you’re real for making your bf from scratch 😭😭

#law of assumption #manifesation #void state #void success

[hyperfixationstati0n]

I JUST SAW YOUR POST OML I NEED TO REQUEST FOR BILLY THE KID:

SO like a coryo x lucy gray inspired pic where the reader is a singer and gets billy's attention as he only comes to the bars to see her performances. they like each other, start seeing each other, making out in the back or something idk you're so talented i'm sure you'll write something amazing

anon. i love you. so much. hand in marriage. rn. (i hope this does your idea justice pooks)

Word count: 936

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It started when Billy wandered his way into your town. At this point, most people had an idea of who he was. The infamous outlaw rode in, looking for a place to stay and somewhere to get a drink. luckily for him, he only had to make one stop to find both. After paying for his room, he wanders down to the bar. He orders a whisky, shooting it back before ordering another. But right when he brings the glass to his lips, someone-you-catch his attention.

You’re at your space, the small little stage this saloon had configured for you, with your guitar. This was your place. Hell, you’d been performing there since forever. You’d become a local celebrity at this point. You’re smiling and playing, most people there being regulars and knowing you. You smiled as they all cheered when you came out, someone going as far as to hand you a bottle of liquor. You laugh and take a long swig before passing it back to the man who’s given it to you.

“oh it’s to clear my pipes, y’all, to clear my pipes. Now who’s ready to have a good time?”

He leans forward and puts his glass back down on the counter, the liquid left untouched. His eyes glow in the dim candle light. There’s only one word to describe him-entranced.

And when you catch sight of him in the middle of a song, it’s all you can feel too.

You’re popular though, everyone wanted to talk to you. You got swarmed with compliments and tips and free drink offers before you can even make it off stage. And by the time you do, he’s gone.

That’s not the last time you see him though. Every single night for the next week you see him in the same spot, untouched glass next to him. Probably just an excuse to be there. Now, you figured out who he was through the gossip of the town. But…you didn’t know an outlaw could be so attractive. Or so shy, it seems. Even on quieter nights he never came up to talk to you. You got sick of it by day 6. You wanted to know what this infamous “Billy the Kid”’s deal was. After your show, you rush out the back door before anyone can catch you (under the ruse that you were putting your guitar away). You’d seen him wander around back there a few times, and this was your plan of catching him. Figuring out why he came here every night to ogle you but never even introduce himself.

And it seems you caught him at the right time, because in your rush to get out the door you run head first into him. You feel a pair of strong arms catching you by the waist to put you back on your feet.

“Woah there, honey. You alright?” His voice was low and gravelly, but in the way that pulled you in more. Your eyes flash up to him. He was even prettier up close than he was from your view on stage. It takes you a moment to stop staring and speak, although it was hard to do so until he retreated his hands from your waist.

“I’m-I’m fine. Sorry i ran into you.” You say with a breathless smile. But you can tell he’s about to walk off politely so you speak before he can. “I notice you here every night. You…always leave before i get around to you.”

He stops and you swear you can see a blush cross his cheeks, although it was pretty dark out at that point so there was no way to be sure.

“You’ve got a lot of fans, it seems. I don’t want to waste your time.”

You tilt your head, smiling but also uttering confused.

“I think I can decide for myself how to waste my time.”

This earns a smile from him. That you can tell even in the dark, because you can hear it in his voice.

“Well ok then,” He starts, hesitating. Like he’s thinking over the next thing he has to say, even though it’s only two words. “I’m Billy.”

“Yeah, I know” You say with a smooth chuckle. “I’m Y/N.”

You got lost in the blue of his eyes that night.

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So, you were glad he stuck around for awhile. He came to every one of your shows, and now he actually didn’t avoid you when they were over.

When you’re done socializing you meet him in your usual spot out back. He scoops you up in a hug, kissing your cheek sloppily before putting you back down and leaning you against the wall. He keeps his hand behind your head, not wanting your hair to get messed up on the wood.

“Hi, Billy” You say sweetly, eyes wide and full of adoration. He uses the hand holding your head to tilt it up to his.

“Hi, songbird” He replies, using the nickname he coined for you. It always made you blush. “Great show tonight. As always.”

You blush even more and lean forward, nudging your nose with his.

“Needy” He teases, kissing the tip of your nose instead of where you clearly wanted him.

“Shut up.”

You pull him in by the collar of his shirt. He chuckles against your lips before reciprocating, cradling your body in his arms to keep you close. You’d learned that he wasn’t all people made him out to be. He was sweet. Gentle. And, he was yours. He’d made that much clear.

Billy pulls away and presses a kiss to your forehead before looking into your eyes once more.

You’d be getting lost in the blue of his eyes for a long time.

#billy the kid #billy the kid tom blyth #billy bonney x reader #willam h bonney #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth billy the kid #tom blyth #billy the kid mgm #billy the kid fanfiction

[kwilooo]

To all of my wonderful, beautiful, talented mutuals: I love you.

@holesofmy-sweater , you were really my first ever online friend and I appreciate you so much, beyond anything. You have made so many of my days brighter and I cannot express how much you’ve helped me. You’re so so talented and inspiring, thank you. I wish you the best.

@imobsessedwiththeatre , you were probably my first mutual on this app, so that says something, right? I love interacting with you and you’re just really fun in general.

@unicornsaures , you might be the person who got me into actual amrev content. I can’t remember exactly how we became mutuals to begin with, but it’s been a while. You’re also so insanely talented and I’m obsessing over your writing.

@almaprincess66 , you have inspired me to do so much. I love interacting with you and I love how you reblog everything with more writing.

@a-anxy , you’re credited with the redcoat Alexander au so I think that speaks for itself. Thank you for that, seriously. I’m fucking obsessed <3 Also, I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH OML

@my-dear-gal , @dearxtallxboy , @lizahamilton , @on-partiality , and @ouiouixmonami , you five were also among my first mutuals. You all have also inspired me to do so much and I love you all for it <3

@thehamiltonfan , @lavaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa , @ashlamsms , @starduckys , @half-eaten-baguetteee , @thehangingswiftie , @hammyham-o-o , @unofficially-racetrack , @conjectureand-gloom , you all have helped in fueling my amrev and Hamilton obsession and the sheer amount of media I consume from you all and all of the aforementioned, it’s just insane. Thank all of you so much.

[seongsanglover]

✮ateez reacting to you wanting them as your plus one ✮includes: hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho, gn!reader ✮genre: fluff ✮warnings:N/A ✮word count:TBC ✮note: i'm very very nervous for this,,, this is something that came into my mind recently, in no small part thanks to my crush saying that she's been invited to parties/had a party, but yeh i felt like this idea would be a good one to start with :)

Seonghwa

I think Seonghwa would be very surprised by this request, especially if it's from out of nowhere. He's used to spending quiet nights by himself building up his lego sets in peace, so when you come to him with the idea of bringing him along with you to a large party, I feel like he might hesitate at first. However, he does agree to come with you, and it ends up being a party that neither of you forget, enjoying it all so much that you forget that Hwa even hesitated. You’re always seen with one another, laughing, smiling and joking around, and you can see how much Seonghwa is loving it. When he brings you back to your place later in the night/early in the morning, he thanks you for even considering taking him along and tells you that it was one of the best experiences he’s had. After a very very long hug he waves you goodbye, smiling to himself as he’s walking away.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would be very chaotic i feel, always dragging you around to different parts of the party to try and get you to join in activities. he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible and will do what he can to get you laughing.

Yunho

Yunho is such a golden retriever boy oml, radiating good vibes as soon as he steps in to the room, lifting any sorrow.

Yeosang

Yeosang i feel would be the most shocked and he'd probably be shy throughout the night (if he agrees to join you), always giving out his small smiles to people that come to talk to the both of you. after a bit of time at the party is when his full personality comes through, being amused by little things and generally enjoying himself. he'll stay as close as possible to you but if you are doing something he'll look at you fondly, asking how it was when you walk back to him.

San

San would absolutely eat up the chance of being able to go somewhere with you! he wouldn't hesitate to want to go and loves that you asked him. i feel like he'd be very good at making sure that nothing bad happens to you throughout the night and makes sure to check in on how you feel. of course he wants you to enjoy yourself first and foremost, you did invite him to come with you after all.

Mingi

Mingi i feel is the least likely to want to go (99% due to his anxiety:( ), however i feel like he'd make the most of it if he were to go. he wants to make the most out of being out, especially if it's with you. he'll stick close, only really talking to others if you're there. he may need to walk out to take time to himself, you ofc go to check if he's ok and stay with him for as long as is needed.

Wooyoung

Youngie would adore this opportunity, he would jokingly say that he'll be the best baby girl he can be and by the end of the night actually act like one ,not like he already does w/o drinks. he's someone that would share funny stories of you and more than likely babble on about how great you are.

Jongho

Jongho is another one that would love this, but especially if he gets a chance to sing, be it karaoke or following along to a song, you'd probably have so many people asking if he's your partner and how he's so talented.

pls tell me how you think this went,, im not much of a writer and decided to try something out

im also aware that this isn't as detailed in some places, i just wanted a way to get some ideas out but couldn't really think for some :(

#ateez reactions #kpop reactions #✮lover talks #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez seonghwa #ateez wooyoung #ateez mingi #ateez jongho #song mingi #choi san #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #choi jongho #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #kpop #kpop idols

[derangedthots]

I just finished reading FMF and CTF and wow just wow, its literal perfection, you’re seriously talented and i was wondering if you ever have given writing and publishing a book a thought ? cause oml i cant get enough of ur writing i cant even put into words how much i loved ur writing !! I was also wondering if you have an official personal account where you post updates and how far did you get with writing chapter 3 ? But nonetheless i hope life is treating you well <3

hi lovely!!☺️

fjsks i'm glad you liked FMF/CTF so much and to answer your first question, i want to be an author eventually so yes i've definitely thought abt publishing a book before(i have too many ideas tho so they need to fight themselves to see who'd win first and then of course i'd need to find the time rip💀). other than my author's notes in my fics themselves, this is my only official acc with which to interact with you guys and post updates abt where i'm currently at with my works(as well as post general hotd/asoiaf thoughts or rants). as for how far i'm at with writing ch3+4 that- yeah that answer is depressingly: not far at all for various reasons i can't share at this time🙃😭 ((so sorry again to everyone for the wait))

i hope life is treating you well too, thanks for dropping by💕💕

#ask #anon

[recluselecter]

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Help this man is so hot, I cant-

Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rooster is a very caring person. He makes sure you’re comfortable and gets you water. He gets you some water and cleans you up as well as he can. He definitely gets his soft side from his father.

Body part (what is their favorite body part of theirs/you)

He adores your thighs. He loves to grip them while he pounds into you or when you sit on his face. Regardless of size, this man wants you to sit on his face. Now. Even when you’re not having shmex, he usually has a hand on your thigh subconsciously, rubbing his thumb lightly.

He thinks his hands are the best, mainly because he can pilot a plane with them and finger you until you’re a sobbing mess. So he feels he’s fairly talented.

Cum (anything to do with cum)

Rooster doesn’t really care about it, he doesn’t think it’s gross or anything. He loves cumming inside of you though, the intimacy of it is intoxicating to him.

Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you are jealous. When someone flirts with him on or off base, you get angry and he gets hard. He loves when you take charge and let out your frustration out on him.

Experience (how experienced are they?)

He’s fairly experienced, the man is in the navy. No one is a virgin in the navy. He’s not a sex GOD, but he’s fairly good at it.

Favorite position (self explanatory)

Bro loves the mating press. He can see your face while he fucks into you and it’s mostly you getting off that gets him off in the first place.

He also likes when you ride him, taking power from him. Man is stressed and he needs someone other than himself in control sometimes.

Goofy (are they more serious or humorous?)

He’s pretty focused usually, telling you he loves you and complimenting you, but sometimes he’ll giggle when something weird happens. He wants you to feel comfortable, so he doesn’t make it too intense.

Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He keeps it in check, but he doesn’t have time to shave it completely. Work takes a lot out of him and he doesn’t really have the patience at the end of the day, but it never gets out of hand.

Intimacy (how intimate are they?)

He genuinely adores you. He wants to love you forever and he makes sure you know it. It’s constant compliments from this man as he fucks you. He takes his time, making sure you feel best the whole time. He could take hours admiring you, maybe even days if he could.

Jack off (how much do they masturbate, if they do?)

Being in the Navy, you don’t get many chances to make love, so that does leave him pretty frustrated. He usually doesn’t, trying to wait for the next time with you, but sometimes it’s too much and he needs to.

Kink (do they have any)

Call him Lieutenant Bradshaw and watch him lose his mind. It’s a title he’s worked his ass off for, and hearing you say it is like heroine to him. If he’s on his back, his head is hitting the pillow.

Also if you wear his aviators-

Location (where do they like to do the do?)

He likes your bed the best, because he can take his time there. He can show you just how much he needs you. But if he had to choose something different, it’s the kitchen counter. He gets perfect access there and he gets a great view of your body from there.

Motivation (what turns them on?)

When you wear something even slightly revealing, he’s turned on. Your uniform covers everything, so when you wear a tank top, he has the urge to kiss and bite all of the skin showing.

No (something they won’t do)

He refuses to fuck on base. He’s happy to do it in your house or bar bathroom, but nowhere close to where your captain can find you. He would die if Maverick stumbled upon you, Rooster balls deep inside you.

Oral (gifting or receiving, are they good at it?)

He’s so good at oral oml. He loves the taste of you while he eats you out. The way he pins your hips down as he tongue fucks you. *chefs kiss*

He likes receiving too, but he prefers you to feel good too. Though when he’s stressed out of his mind, and you offer, he’s taking you up.

Pace (are they fast or slow?)

He is the type to take it slow but hard. He’d pull out of you slowly, to the tip, then slam back in, dragging the most broken moan from you. If you say to go faster, he will.

Quicky (do they care for them/are they good at them?)

He doesn’t prefer them, but sometimes the option isn’t there. He wants to lay in bed with you after and kiss you and tell you you’re gorgeous, but with quickys, you can’t really do that.

Risk (are they willing to experiment?)

If it’s trying out a new kink, he’s down. He wants to make you feel good, so he’ll try anything. If he doesn’t like it, oh well.

When it comes to places, he’s not big on it. He is pretty possessive, and the idea of someone else seeing that is too much for him. He prefers the comfort of his home.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for/ how long?)

He usually lasts long, and can go for 3-4 rounds before he’s too tired to continue.

Toys (do they have any/ use them on you or them self?)

He doesn’t own any, he doesn’t see a reason to, but if you brought him one to use on you, he would.

Unfair (how much of a tease are they?)

GOD THIS MAN IS A MENACE. Constant teasing? Be it whispering horrifyingly obscene things in your ear, or a simple hand on the thigh, it’s constant. He also will take a long time in foreplay, making sure your drenched before anything else happens.

Volume (how loud are they/ what noises do they make)

He isn’t too loud, but he grunts quite a bit. When he orgasms, he puts his head in the crook of your neck and just lets out everything that was building up. He lets a broken moan slip and its mainly a slurred version of your name and curses.

Wild card (random HC)

Whenever he goes on a dangerous mission, he promises that he'll make you feel as good as possible the night before, but he won't fuck you. He says he looks forward to it like it's a reward for coming home. It's really difficult though, so he sees it as a challenge too.

X-Ray (how big are they?)

His nickname is Rooster for a reason, and not just because his dad was named Goose. He's around 8 1/2 inches when hard, and he's fairly thick too. Its big my guy.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not too high, but it sure as hell is there. you have sex around 3-4 times a week.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep?)

He helps you sleep before passing tf out. Like he checks that you're asleep, then hits the pillow. he usually plays with your hair or traces letters or objects on your skin to help him get sleepy.

#rooster #top gun #top gun rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster smut #top gun smut #alphabet #smut

[m1d-45]

sorry i've been mia i was busy rizzing up the kaeya and diluc ais. anyways imagine reverse isekai with ur main. i personally would have a blast being able to talk about minecraft and mystery flesh pit national park and warrior cats with people who do not even have the internet.

also my diluc and kaeya plushes arrived and now i need to make clothes for them so they won't be naked but i have to make sure they have an equal amount of clothes with an equal amount of effort put into them so that it doesn't seem like i'm favoring one brother over the other (this is the same reason why i bought the diluc and kaeya plushes together in the first place) - teddy anon

1) it’s ok 2) kaeya ai? 3) this idea oml

aside from the fact that showing them all the weird and obscure shit in our world would make them lose their minds (speaking of nobody tell them about organized religion. barbatos is surprised ppl follow him after a few hundred years of no contact well look at this right here-) they’d be fascinated with how you control them.

i imagine they wouldn’t appear in game, and you couldn’t like use them for anything. makes logical sense to me.

if you’re like me and struggle to form teams at all, let alone ones without your One Good Built Character, they’re borderline going to be apologetic at seeing how you struggle. part of them is proud they’re so needed, but the other part is sort of sad.

i literally only run teams w/o kazuha for the abyss because his playstyle and the team i run for everything else is so ingrained in my head. i genuinely struggle if i don’t have an anemo character on my team and always fumble for a while if it doesn’t have kaz because it’s like i forget i don’t have him. it’s a problem—

if you’re not dependent on a single element like i am, they love seeing you work around them. it’s simple, you explain, swapping to an alternate team, and they watch in awe at how easily you adapt to change. they marvel at reactions they haven’t seen, at how much this new team differs from the one with them in it.

if you try and show them how to, they’ll immediately insist that they’re fine watching, that they wouldn’t dare touch such a holy object or manipulate teyvat in your stead.

for some, this is true. for others, they’ll cave with enough pressure.

itto treats your controls with the most delicate care, very gentle with everything as to not break it. not really prone to gamer rage, more so just “your grace, i can’t figure this out :(“ and watching over your shoulder as he promises “ok, i’ve got it this time, swear!” he doesn’t, but the smile on your face as you watch him die for the nth time soothes any anger he feels. refuses to kill rifthounds btw.

mona doesn’t know anything. you could tell her sixteen times how to access the inventory and she’s still asking you which button it is. don’t tell her about the wishing system she’ll quite literally lose her shit. she doesn’t understand the value of items like dream solvent but refuses to spend even a single coin of your mora or your food. collects her own ingredients and keeps track to cook her own food because “i wouldn’t want anyone else touching what’s mine.” pls tell her it’s ok and losing some of your 2k sweet flowers isn’t the end of the world.

ayato wouldn’t directly play, but he does sit beside you and offer semi-functional ideas. “run a team with x y z characters,” “fight this boss without the element it’s vulnerable to/full physical damage,” “take on this enemy without a healer,” etc etc. he likes seeing you solve problems, and likes watching you explore. if you have low mora he’s incredibly confused, but doesn’t comment on it once he sees how much it is to level a talent or ascend someone. if you have like 7mil mora and go “why do i have so little :(“ he’s asking a few more questions, but overall is silent about it. you don’t have a job in teyvat, and get most of your money from chests or leylines. it makes sense you guys would view mora differently.

alhaitham doesn’t touch your device, but kaveh (yes he isn’t out at time of writing no i didn’t ask) could be convinced into exploring a bit. he refuses to engage in combat and always uses his glider, never dropping more than a second or two at a time. panicks if your characters get hurt at all and either runs to a statue of the seven (give him time, he forgets he can teleport) or triggers your healers skill. if you run a character that has hp drain he’s flipping his shit and either demanding to know how to change the team so they don’t get hurt or runs them and three separate characters. loses his shit when you tell him about the teapot. that’s all he does now lmao.

zhongli will tap at stuff a bit, get a hold of the general game, and then just. not play. you tell him he can do commissions if he wants or run domains and he shakes his head, “i will not interfere with a world i don’t own.” so silly. doesn’t understand why shops don’t give you stuff for free. speculates on how monsters dying gives you mora. refers to everything by their full names no matter what silly nicknames you have for anything. if you have a well-decorated teapot/generally take care to plant stuff or collect realm bounties or similar, he’s happy. if you mostly neglect it, he’s asking why. it’s an adeptal art, and he needs to know if it isn’t satisfactory.

yae would love to manipulate a world of her own, but the knowledge that the world you control is real and has real actions is a bit too much. yelan asks to see, but only because she wants to know what you’re on about when you talk about lag, ping, or hitting the wrong button. finds it funny even gods can mess up. yanfei fusses over whether she should even be allowed because of like divine right to rule and whether her interference counts as idolatry since she’d technically be playing god. you let her worry about it in the corner and don’t ask questions about where she pulled that giant book of law from.

if you allow him to, venti sits in your lap while you play. he’s very much just a guy that’ll sit with you and maybe play his lyre if you’re getting frustrated, and adores the ingame soundtrack. give him youtube and point him in the direction of the ost and he’ll obsess over it. within a week he has everything memorized and has composed at least three ballads about ‘the song of the heavens’. wont actually do anything directly, but if you’re running abyss and ask him for suggestions on fun team comps, he’s already got ideas. is a bit unnerved at first if he recognizes some of the people on screen, but rationalizes it quickly enough. if you’re like me and leave your characters sitting at a bench or table before logging off, he insists you sit them in the statue in mond.

neither childe or scara even entertain the idea that they’d be allowed to use your device, and just kinda watches from the side. scara laughs a bit if you get hit by an enemy. childe asks about what his build is prior to his vanishing and probably studies meta and like crit ratios and stuff (no i don’t know what meta qualifies as yes i’m just sayin shit). xiao’s worried his karma could infect through the screen, and wouldn’t dare suggest anything. if you’re doing it, it’s good, if you’re not, you have a reason. ask for his opinion and he’ll bluescreen.

#m1d : [chats] #m1d : [secrets] #teddy anon #i’m running into a problem called ‘none of my posts are good enough to be formal ones but i’m using all my juice on them anyway’ #a lot of stuff under the [secrets] tag is genuinely long enough to be a post but it doesn’t like. it’s not Good Enough to be a formal post #which is dumb but it’s a problem m runnin into anyway #like is this good enough to put a taglist on?? am i gonna put this on other peoples dashes?? #NO. but it’s still a lot of writing that i’m doing without getting the Full Post Benefits (even if they’re just psychological on my end)

[mangozcat]

— hello dear readers. this story hits a bit closer to home than the rest. this story, while yes it’s a smut for all of you to read and enjoy, is also one for those bigger girls that just don’t feel like they belong. all of the descriptions you’ll find for the oc are descriptions of my own body and how i see it when i look at myself in the mirror. i just want everyone to know, YOU ARE PERFECT! you are beautiful and loved and you shouldn’t worry about if you fit the standards of people around you. if you don’t fit YOUR standards, that’s what matters. if YOU want to cause change, go for it! but don’t allow others to make you feel the need to change, because you are lovely as you are!!! i love your big thighs and tummy that causes a little bulge if you wear high wasted jeans. i love your smile and your messy hair with split ends. i love your boobs!! (that sounds bad im sorry) and theyre NEVER too big or too small. don’t be ashamed to wear extra big bras or extra big clothes and don’t get yourself down. i love you :)

tw: unhealthy body image

w: softer smut (meaning it isn’t entirely complete and has an open ending for ur imagination), praise, big-bodied reader (so the descriptions during smut are to fit her body so it might be hard to imagine yourself as her), jealous reader, you might dislike this reader because she has a lot of insecurities but tbh i find her realistic lmfao, body worship, jaem is like legit hottest painter ever pls, sexual tension is real oml, slow, unprotected bc like jaemin cum inside is so hot i cry every time, very long but it didnt need to be, i havent written in months pls be nice this might be awful

ok just to like clarify, im still trying to get back into smut so this is more of an easing into it? its quite long and most of it is just story + teasing, sorry to leave anyone hanging :( i just wanna kinda ease back into it, but i still think this is pretty hot tbh lmao

jaemin’s good at painting.

you recognized his talent the day you met him; varying shades of pink and purple mixing with the bright yellow shades and orange hues that created a beautiful sunset. you’d seen it on his canvas that he was carefully dragging up the stairs of the sweet and small cafe across from your college.

then, you saw that same colorful piece strung proudly on the wall behind your favorite table, or well, your now favorite table.

your favorite ever since the painting had been placed there.

he’s gifted; has a talent that few have and/or ever will have within their lifetime, regardless of practice. the saying might be practice makes perfect, but you know no amount of practice will make a painter as perfect as jaemin is.

his brush strokes are soft, yet precise, and he blends color effortlessly. in all your combined hours of watching him work, you’ve never once seen him make a mistake. all of his work turns out perfect, breathtaking, and you’re never not in awe of his abilities.

today, however, you’ve discovered a new talent of his.

body painting.

something you never thought you’d be interested in, yet here you are, watching as his brush draws elegant lines across the toned stomach of his model. her breasts are on full display and while you’re fascinated by the scene, you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy underneath.

her face remains blank, eyes closed in relaxation and body completely still aside from the occasional ticklish twitch. you wonder how she remains so effortlessly composed, even while knowing that such a beautiful man has his hands so close to every area she typically hides from the outside world, and his eyes darting across every expanse of beautiful pale skin.

not to mention, her body is beautiful, and this is something you cannot deny. she has thicker thighs, though still remaining on the smaller side. her arms are small, but laced with some muscle from her obvious workout routine. her stomach has little fat, though still enough to remind prying eyes that she is, in fact, healthy and eating well. she has perky breasts, but they’re smaller and more fitting to her form, with tiny nipples that stand right up every time jaemin’s brush dances over her chest.

and her face- oh, her face. plump lips and rosy cheeks, hazel eyes, deep brown hair pushed back into a low bun that leaves a few stray strands to frame her face.

jealousy.

there’s that twinge again.

the feeling of anger and envy and desperation all mixed into one, laced thickly with insecurity. insecurity because you know- you know you’ll never compare to her model physique.

korean beauty standards are tough, and yet, that girl seems to fit all of them without trouble. however, as you glance down at your stomach, seeing the bulge in your shirt from where the lower half of your abdomen juts out and rests over the band of your jeans, tears fill your eyes. you know you have big thighs, thighs that shake and jiggle and erupt a loud pop! when you slap them. you know you have sunken eyes from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety and puffy cheeks. you know your hair has split ends and is unevenly cut at some lengths, and you know your breasts are larger than others.

you wish you didn’t think like this, but when allowed time to think and remain trapped in your own head for long enough, you have no choice. you don’t fit the standards, you don’t fit jaemin’s standards, and you doubt you fit the standards of anyone in the world.

you hadn’t been paying attention for the remainder of jaemin’s session- not that you wanted to- and had begun to drift off. soon enough, when you heard jaemin and his model begin to converse quietly, almost as if they were trying to make sure you couldn’t hear, you figured your mind was slowly killing you and simply murmured out need fresh air, before you were scurrying out of the room.

there was something unsettling about being in love with an artist. someone that could find beauty in everything and anything, and make the best out of the worst situation.

but when being in love with an artist, among several other insecurities, one always lingered longer than others.

could he find the beauty in you?

if jaemin did feel the same way about you as you felt about him, could he find a way to fix the imperfections? could he repair the broken image you’d been looking at in the mirror for years? could he find a way to mend all the pain, close all the wounds, and top off the scars with pretty, punctual bows as opposed to what you had now: ragged and mangled skin?

of course, it’s all hypothetical, and it all comes back to two questions. could he love you? could he find the beauty in you?

could he love someone incapable of loving themself, and find the beauty in something that has been left out to rot and rust? the beauty even you cannot seem to find, regardless of how many times you attempt to.

you didn’t realize you were shivering. the air was frigid and windy, and you were sure your cheeks had turned a rosy pink due to the exposure. you felt a cough bubble up in your throat and hugged yourself tighter, eyes staring up at the sky.

if jaemin were here, he’d call the sky his blank canvas.

too bad he isn’t- too bad his attention is on the girl with a perfectly sculpted body and a pretty face, and an even prettier voice; and you were sure she had a pretty laugh and a pretty personality to top it off.

jealousy.

“i can’t escape it, can i…” you murmur quietly, referring to the burning feeling blossoming in your gut. a feeling that was traveling through your veins like blood and spreading to every place in your body like wildfire- until it reached your fingertips and you wished you could do something with it.

when you heard his voice, however, it practically fizzled out and you were left frozen once again, lips quivering.

“awfully cold out,” he says, that wistful tone to his voice he seemed to always have. you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders, and your heart further sank at the idea that it might not fit if you were to attempt to actually wear it.

“you should head back inside, don’t want your pretty face damaged by the cold.”

when hd noticed you weren’t returning his stare, he gently, hesitantly, reached a hand out and cupped your cheek opposite of him. then, as softly as he could, he tugged the skin until you were leaning into his touch, finally meeting his eyes.

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?”

cherry blossom.

the nickname he’d given you once he discovered your favorite tree- and later created several pieces of art that now adorned your bedroom. the pretty pink petals falling down onto the bright green grass, matched with soft handwriting that read a cherry blossom for my cherry blossom on the bottom.

“she’s pretty,” you muttered, almost disdainfully. you felt awful. here you were, hating on a girl because she was pretty. because no matter how sweet she might be, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s pretty and you don’t think you are- envy has you wrapped around its’ evil finger. “don’t you think?”

“who’s pretty?” jaemin asks curiously, a comforting hand tracing circles into your back.

you withheld a scoff, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. your brown eyes; eyes no match for the beauty of her hazel ones.

“the girl you were painting,” you murmur sadly, trying to ignore the familiar twinge eating away at you.

you didn’t want to compare yourself to the girl, but you couldn’t help it. it happened without you even realizing, and once you figured out what was happening, you were far too gone and the feeling had invaded your mind long enough to twist the facts.

jaemin hums, watching your expression closely.

“well yes, she is pretty,” and once your face falls and your eyes drop to your shoes at his confession, he shakes his head, “but so are you.”

“while she might be the art i painted today, you’re the art i admire every day,” he says slowly, tugging you into his chest. you feel pride swelling in your chest and the tears in your eyes soon turned to tears of indescribable happiness.

“don’t let the fact that i painted her get to your head, yeah?” he whispers, “i really didn’t even look at her unless it was to make sure the piece blended together.”

“she’s just so perfect…” you whimper sadly, “and i guess she just made me realize- well i just felt so ugly next to her.”

you felt a kiss on the top of your head, making your eyes close in content.

“you are not ugly, cherry blossom.”

while you weren’t entirely sure if this entire conversation was a confession of sorts or just friendly reassurance, you didn’t want to overthink it. his words pierced your heart in all the right ways- and you really didn’t want to mess it up.

—

you hadn’t seen jaemin do any more body painting work- or even mention the topic- in a month. he seemed so passionate about it, so his sudden disinterest was shocking to you.

of course, you appreciated it considering you were his assistant and ended up watching him work 99% of the time.

but, still, you did worry deep down.

what if you crushed one of his dreams with your own selfish insecurities?

you still remember when he came running into your apartment with a book on body painting, rushing to explain the art. you really hadn’t understood a word he said at the time, too invested in admiring that one look he always adorned when he was obsessed with something.

and obsession that you envied at the time- could he ever be that obsessed over you?

at some point, could you fill his mind like he filled yours? invade his senses like he invaded your own? if you had one aspiration in your entire lifetime, this would be it: wishing to be someone’s- no, not just anybody’s, you wanted to be na jaemin’s obsession.

a feat that definitely isn’t simple or easy, for that matter.

“have you seen my thin brush?” jaemin suddenly screeches, running into the living room of his (practically yours, too) apartment. “the small one with the angled tip and black bristles?”

your mind blanked. you glanced around at the coffee table, the end tables, and the television stand before scratching your head, “not that i can recall, no.”

“shit,” he cursed, scratching his neck anxiously, “need that brush.”

“okay, this might sound stupid,” you begin, your words slow, “but do you have any extras?”

he shakes his head sadly, as if you’ve scolded him for something he promised he’d do, and later forgot about. “it’s the only brush i didn’t buy an extra of. i always keep it on my desk i didn’t think- i didn’t believe i could lose it!”

“hey, it’s alright, okay?” you whispered, raising from your spot on the couch to approach him in hopes of comforting the clearly confused and upset boy, “i’ll help you find it.”

he looked up at you, his chest heaving from panic-stricken breaths and he frowned, “yeah, yeah- okay.”

with one final comforting pat on the shoulder, you set out to jaemin’s painting room to try and find the brush. you knew which one he was talking about with the descriptions, but if it’s the same you think it is, it’s incredibly small- which will undoubtedly make it tough to find.

in the painting room, as you call it, things look… normal. just like any other painter’s workspace.

jaemin has a board to display his sketches; all hanging up by a tack and some of the pieces are scattered at odd angles. his floor is covered in tarps to protect the wood beneath, and you take note of the paint stains adorning the white material that made loud noises with every step. he had a massive canvas resting against the furthest wall, with varying shades of colors being messily thrown against the piece. perhaps that messy feel was the very thing that made it artistic in his eyes. glancing around, you noticed how every wall had little space on it, instead covered with pieces of his own work and the work of his favorite artists. then, he had a giant table shoved against the wall. there was a case laying open on top, showcasing all of his different brushes; and next to it, an array of paint tubes and cans. even more paint was beneath the table, stacked until it was touching the wood. finally, against the other wall, was his desk. the chair was pulled out at an angle, one you imagined he sat at to think, rather than be crammed up against his desk. stacks of unfinished sketches were lazily strewn around, with a few brushes between the pages. you checked each of them in hopes that the missing brush was here all along, yet you came up empty handed.

while jaemin’s desk was intriguing- well, the entire room was intriguing; all messy and yet still organized in a way only he could understand- you found yourself more interested in one of his sketches. it was another body painting sketch, but this one was… different. the figure had bigger hips and thicker thighs, large breasts, a softer circular face, with a slightly defined jawline, and her tummy was jutting out just enough for you to know: she was you.

jaemin was drawing you.

something about it made you happy, yet sad at the same time. he’d drawn all your flaws, hadn’t he? the lack of a thigh gap, the big belly, the bigger than usual breasts; everything that you were insecure about, jaemin had noticed.

in fact, he seemed to have perfectly mimicked the details. something about the situation made your eyes water sadly.

“you weren’t supposed… to see that,” jaemin sighs, eyes darting nervously across the room. you turn your head to look at him, blinking back tears. “it’s just a sketch i had for some body painting i just- i don’t know, i never finished it.”

“i was gonna ask you before that night but then i realized you probably wouldn’t want to do it.”

confidence was something you lacked, in here, standing across from jaemin in this moment, you felt like you could shrink. so it was true, he had been painting you? it was your body he imagined on full display for him as he painted, and it was your body he made adjustments for to fit, to encourage confidence and comfort.

confidence wasn’t your friend, however, jealousy most certainly was. if you didn’t take him up on his offer, would that pretty girl return to be painted again? would the art meant for your body fit hers as well as jaemin had planned for it to fit you? would it perhaps… fit her even better?

“i’ll do it,” your own voice is unrecognizable to you; raspy in anticipation and shaky from fear. “i’ll be your model, jaemin.”

his face flushed pink and he averted his gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “are you sure? it’s a lot of pressure-“

never again would you let pretty girl be jaemin’s model. never.

“i’m sure,” you said, a bit too eager.

“alright, well, we can plan a date and time, let me just grab my calendar-“

it was almost sinful how badly you wanted to be bare in front of your best friend. the best friend you desperately wished to be your lover, the best friend that also happens to be your boss, and the best friend you couldn’t live without.

this won’t change that, right?

you failed to think any further, beginning to slip out of your jacket and beginning to hastily pull the bow from the top of your blouse. with his back turned as he rummaged through his desk for a notebook, you only had one prayer running through your mind: hopefully jaemin doesn’t hate you for stripping down.

“i have an opening on the 12th, the 18th, and the 19th,” jaemin says, turning around, “the times are pretty close but i can try to move things around and adjust it to your n-“

“ah…”

his breathy little whisper has you frozen to the ground, eyes trained on the blue paint stain on the tarp beneath you. a baby blue, one you could get lost in and pretend as if you weren’t down to nothing but a bra and your fiery red underwear.

nervously, you scratched at the skin of your arm and painfully dug your fingers into the skin. he could see you- albeit not all of you- and you were completely open to his judgment.

“what about right now?” you murmured, eyes flitting up to meet his piercing stare.

they were respectful, remaining trained on your face and only your face- something you realize just how much you appreciated in the current moment. however, his stare was strong, yearning, and you found yourself looking right back down at the ground.

jaemin took a slow step forward, then another, and another, and each step made your body jump nervously and your heart beat erratically. it was only when a shadow cast itself upon that baby blue splotch on the floor did you peel your eyes back up.

at first, you avoided his eyes. you stared at his pretty cheeks, his neckline, his cute nose, and even his lips (which you got far more lost in than you care to admit).

then, as if he had discovered your tactic, he put a comforting hand under your chin and demanded you to look up with one gesture.

his eyes were soft. sweet melodies mixing with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals stared down at you, like a scene brought forth from a movie. it played in his eyes, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, and soon enough, you’d been sucked into the movie he’d created with just a glance.

dark brown met your orbs, swirling with curiosity and fear, before the tidal wave ensued and you felt like you were drowning.

drowning in him.

“can i paint you, cherry blossom?” jaemin asked sweetly, but the sultry tone in his voice had you weak in the knees. you tried not to overthink it, but the question was swirling with meanings unbeknownst to you, and the potential knowledge of it all had you excited for what was to come.

your response came out at a quiet whisper, so low that you worried if he even heard it to begin with, “yes.”

one of his hands wandered down to your hip, comfortingly tracing circles into the skin. his finger trailed up, erupting a flurry of tingles from the point. you shivered at the sensation, swallowing thickly. his finger went up and up until it ran into the fabric of your bra, and both of you stilled.

“can i take this off?” he asked, breath fanning your face. instinctively, your hand came up to his wrist and squeezed, using him as your anchor to earth- so you didn’t float away because of the bliss he never failed to give you.

nodding meekly, you felt yourself freeze when his fingers raised to toy with your bra straps. it was like he was playing with you; him the predator and you the prey; as he pulled the straps away from your skin and let them smack back against you. it was a shock of electricity and you hummed quietly.

once he deemed his toying sufficient enough, his hands finally ghosted over the back of your bra until they found the clasp in the back. he sent you one final look before you felt his hands tug at the back- and all in one motion, your bra was slipping off your shoulders and down your arms.

he helped the piece of clothing to come off, fingers softly pulling the black straps until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

your eyes remained locked with jaemin’s, preventing his eyes from wandering to the exposed skin of your chest- which, at the given moment, you were dying to cover with your arms.

jaemin took a hesitant step back before turning, heading over to his desk to look at his sketch. he grabbed a container of pink paint and reached over for a thicker brush, twirling it between his fingers as he approached you once again.

the tube made a loud noise when he squeezed it (something you actually appreciated considering it relieved some of the ill feeling that came with the awkward, tension-filled silence) and he applied a bit of the pink paint to the tip of his brush.

you expected it to be cold and uncomfortable, but you were pleasantly surprised once the brush touched the soft skin of your stomach. it was a sensation you’d never felt before, but you breathed in a surprised gasp. it was ticklish at first, the uneven feel of the differing bristle length rubbing against your skin and making you shiver.

you didn’t forget about one of jaemin’s hands on your waist. his hand was big, perfectly cupping your hip and you couldn’t help but look at your position as something more. him leaning into you, eyes darting across your skin as he painted colors upon you. one of his hands cupping you, squeezing on occasion, and fingers thrumming to their own little beat.

it was when he began to paint the skin beneath your breast that things got more heated than you expected. he’d switched to a thinner brush now, purple paint glistening on the tip before he put it to your skin. it was the eye contact he maintained while tracing the underneath of your chest; it was the feel of his breath against your face; it was how your stomach churned uneasily every time you thought about him near you- all of it, it all contributed.

you felt like you were nearing a frenzy. the need to taste his lips on yours, the need to feel his hands- not that stupid little brush- on your skin, the need to feel him in an intimate way you’ve only ever dreamed about with him; you were going crazy.

then, he switched to bare hands, and you knew he knew. he had figured you out by now, you were sure.

dots of yellow paint littered his fingertips and he felt even closer to you than you thought he was previously; close enough to touch if you were only to lean forward just the tiniest bit.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, finger beginning to trail circles into the skin of your abdomen. trailing upward in swirling motions before finally, his nail began to scratch sensually at your breast, and yellow painted over pink and purple. “tell me to stop and we end this right now.”

it was like he was begging. voice small and quiet, a desperate hint lacing his tone.

“don’t stop,” you said; the first thing you were confident about in months. you didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.

passion.

that’s what kissing jaemin was like. at first, his lips had hovered dangerously close to your own, tempting you to just pucker your own and kiss him. before you could do it, however, he had you under his spell and your lips were trapped against his own. his tongue had completely taken over you, molding with your own before he had you twisted in the feel of him, tangled in him like he was a live vine.

he made you breathless, every emotion mixing with the other until you were falling into him, hands desperately clawing at his neck, his cheek, his chin, until you were sure you’d colored him in your own paint of red marks.

“god,” he murmured against your lips, and finally, he pressed you flush against him. you knew you were covering him in paint and you could feel your breasts push up against his chest, but for once, you didn’t mind.

you felt good. he felt good. everything about the situation felt so fucking good.

“so perfect,” jaemin says softly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. he backed you up until you were against the paint table, shoving his collection of brushes to the side (which, considering he was missing one of his most important brushes, was a pretty big deal) and helping you jump up and onto the newly cleared space.

his hands roamed to your thighs as your lips connected once more, and a surprised gasp was swallowed by him once he slapped your thigh gently. lips traveling to kiss the expanse of your neck, he began whispering against you. you could hardly hear him over your own breathy little sounds, but the words went straight to your heart.

“prettiest girl.”

“so beautiful.”

his hands traced shapes on your thighs, “best thighs. love your thighs- god, i fucking love your thighs.”

you whimpered needily, grasping at his hair.

when he pushed you back against the table, encouraging you to lay down, you somewhat panicked internally at the knowledge that you’re actually about to be bare in front of him, on display for him to judge- or maybe admire.

when he doesn’t do either of those, instead leaning down to kiss down your body, a part of you is conflicted. you’re grateful he didn’t stare because that means he didn’t openly judge you. but at the same time, you wanted his admiring gaze upon your body.

however, he did something much better than that.

applying tiny, sweet little kisses to every inch of skin he crossed, including your breasts, he whispered a praise about everything- and, slowly, you felt yourself relax as your insecurities faded away.

“so soft,” he whispered, referring to your skin.

“do you have any idea how much these drive me crazy?” jaemin nearly growls, raising both hands to cup and squeeze your boobs as he dotted the area with soft, open-mouthed kisses.

you were experiencing an all new high.

tears thickly lined your eyes and sweet wispy moans left your lips. everything was overwhelming, and you were acutely aware of every touch on your skin. his tongue that would occasionally dart out to wet your skin (which he would later blow cool air on and make you shiver). his pillowy lips that danced over your body and left purple marks in their wake. his fingers that dug into your hips and tugged you impossibly closer to him, and snuck their way against your panty line to feel the soft material he’d yet to remove.

“pretty little tummy,” he said softly, gently kissing your stomach until you felt like the butterflies were going to eat you alive from the inside out. his menstruations were sinful, yet his words so pure and innocent.

something you had to remind yourself jaemin was far from.

every time he returned to your lips, you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed pussy and you wanted to scream; to grab hold of him and force him to do what you wanted- needed most.

yet you remained as patient as you could, your fingers drumming idly against his shoulders as a form of distraction.

“you know how long i’ve wanted you, cherry blossom?”

the name seemed so sweet prior, now it was laced with something more. something dark and lustful- something you were beginning to like.

you shook your head in response to his question, feelings his lips attach to the skin of your neck. you leaned your head back and allowed access. with his new angle, he began to nip and bite at your neck, taking your breath away.

“so long,” he nearly whined, pressing himself against you, “can i show you?”

“please…” you cried, grabbing him by his paint-stained shirt and taking his lips with your own greed.

you were grateful you had kissed him, you really were. because the boy was faster than you ever imagined he could be, swiping down your underwear with one swift, easy pull. his pants took a bit longer to free him from, but once he finally did, you had never been more excited for something in your life.

with all of his sweet gestures and his prior praise, your body was practically begging for him. arousal pooled in the underwear that lay discarded in the far corner of the room, and it took moments for jaemin to swipe his hard member against your pussy to gather your wetness.

his fingers played with your opening, slowly easing in and out in the hopes of preparing you for him- and damn was he glad he did, because the string of unending noises you let out in response was nothing short of music to his ears.

“need you,” you whimpered, biting back a moan. “please.”

with that begging look in your eye, who was he to say no? he kissed you hard, passionately, roughly- something you’d always dreamed of, and yet, it paled in comparison to the real thing.

and finally, with a strangled groan, did jaemin slip inside your heat.

what a dream come true.

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[sailor-aviator]

Top 5 fandoms you’ve been a part of in your entire life?

Based on fandom welcomeness, fandom behavior, fic authors, readers, and simply personal nuance… Mine are

1) One Direction bc being a Directioner at their prime is lowkey iconic and I fear that 1D was my gateway into fanfiction. Oml, I wrote a fanfic for English class in 6th grade and it haunts me to this day.

2) Top Gun bc y’all are the best writers and you’re all so mature and nice.

3) MCU, specifically Avengers. Again, amazing fic writers and it’s a huge fandom so endless options for friends. And I feel like I always go back to Bucky Barnes no matter what.

4) Outer Banks… specifically season 1 when all the fic writers were writing actual fics with amazing plots and not just turning these high schooler’s lives into bdsm smut. I mean I am a “porn no plot” girlie but it’s a tad bit much for me lol. Also, a plus is I work frequently in all the places they filmed so I can picture fic locations so clearly in my head lol.

5) Saltburn. This is new…actually, nobody look at me.

There’s so many more fandoms but I haven’t got the time. I can’t wait to hear yours!!

What a great question! Once again, in no particular order...

Hunger Games. My first ever fandom and everyone was always so nice and welcoming and I had made a lot of friends during my time in it!

Fruits Basket. It's honest to god one of my favorite shows and when the remake came out, it was so fun to see everyone's reactions to everything that hadn't read the manga lol

Top Gun. Drives me up the wall sometimes, but this is honestly a great community of even greater people and everyone is so talented!

SuperWhoLock. These were wild, lawless times to be in fandom, and this fandom is how I gained a large part of my following on my other blog lol There wasn't a day that went by when there wasn't some type of discourse, but it was still SUCH a fun time to be in fandom tbh

Sandman. It's an even smaller fandom than TGM, I think, but I love the show and the fics are pretty good too! The fanart is also pretty amazing!!

Ask for my Top 5 anything!

#answered #beloved mutuals #ask game #long post

[copyhanni]

omg hi!! im sorry i realized i never really sent an ask even tho we've been moots for a while now 😭😭

but oml HII IM RIM :D!! hryy and your blog IS SO PRETTY !!!??

omg hii !! wait, we have similar names ?! i’m rin lolol ! i’m doing pretty good tho hruu ? ( also tysm omg you’re so sweet )

and no worries ! i was kinda too nervous to send you an ask 😭😭 but on another note, i absolutely love your works omg you’re so talented !!

#. ★˙— luvs ! #. ❀˙— asks !

[darkiepurple]

School electives I think the tbp crew + Gwen would have during high school

I did some research on what electives there were in the 70’s but couldn’t find much, so apologies if some classes are up to date.

Robin Arellano

Robin oml, this dude follows Finney everywhere

“What electives are you gonna get next year? We should totally take this together.”

It isn’t really his thing but I feel like he’d become a student intern with Finney so they can work up in the main office together and do absolutely nothing but talk.

Would definitely take a wood shop class.

I feel like…to impress Finney, he took Home Ec at some point.

His mother and uncle would’ve wanted him to take personal finance as a learning curve, their family lives pay check to pay check and they don’t want Robin living like that when he’s older.

Would take Astronomy with Finney just to watch him get excited and dedicate his entire being to that class.

Finney Blake

10/10 Creative writing.

And of course as stated earlier, he’d take student intern and Robin would follow suit.

Definitely took art or performing arts at some point.

He took a lot of extra classes that weren’t needed like medical terminology, anatomy and physiology and possibly honors pre-cal.

We all know he’s an A-B student so he was most likely super busy with honors classes and didn’t have much space for electives.

Kinda feel like if he could, he’d take piano.

First Responder.

Astronomy and Robotics<3

Vance Hopper

Would also take a wood shop class.

Probably be in the same wood shop class as Robin.

Would they fight over who can make the best projects? Yes, yes they would.

Took art for like half a semester with Finney and then dropped the whole class cause the teacher said he has,”no creative talent.”

He was actually kicked out of the class for punching the teacher.

He didn’t have room for many electives either since he was so far behind, but Finney helped him catch up to where they could all graduate together.

I feel like always wanted to take Weight Training(lifting weights) or be in a sports team but never did because he honestly doesn’t like being around a bunch of people. Maybe that’s why he admires Finney and Bruce so much:) he wouldn’t admit it though…

Griffin Stagg

Would take performing arts or just art in general.

I feel like he would genuinely make a really good artist, ya know?

Finney inspired him to take piano.

He definitely seems like a smart kid so he was most likely busy with honors classes as well but due to Finney giving him a boost of confidence- he decided after school activities would suffice more so then electives

Robotics and you can’t tell me no.

(In case you’re curious, he’s the captain of the Question Bowl club, they go to other schools around Colorado to have contest where they answers questions most people don’t know the answer to^^)

Billy Showalter

Student Intern, he seems like the kind of kid to love helping people. To be specific, he’d love to work in the guidance office so he can show new kids around the school.

Home Ec because I hc that Billy likes to bake.

I feel like he would be interested in taking a typing class, just for the hell of it.

I love to imagine he’d take a first responders class.

I honestly just love the idea that he acts a bit like an asshole to his friends but he’s super sweet to other people around him. So obviously he’d take electives where he has to help people.

Journalism my beloved.

Bruce Yamada

Bruce is in a similar situation as Finney, he has relatively good grades and has taken a few honors classes so he would mostly do after school activities.

I forgot to mention that due to him and Finney playing baseball they’d both probably have a sports PE every year, and that’s counted as an elective.

Him and Finney took health together:)

I could see him taking debate and law studies.

Despite the baseball thing I think he may also do marching band or orchestra…hard to tell..

Gwen Blake

We all know she would’ve taken gymnastics or maybe aerobics, it just seems to be a family thing of being highly active.

Definitely took a year of art.

Wanted to join the drama club but never did.

SHE IS ON THE WEIGHT LIFTING TEAM AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME NO. (Let me dream:(((…)

Would either take first responder or a CPR training class:)

Her including everyone else probably took drivers Ed through the school. They didn’t have to but they wanted to.

Come on this is Finney Blake’s sister, we all know she’s just as smart as him, probably even smarter. I like to think she’s an all A’s student and eventually becomes the schools President.

For extra classes she didn’t need, she probably took Psychology and Debate.

#robin arellano #finney blake #gwen blake #finney the black phone #robin the black phone #the black phone #griffin stagg #billy showalter #pinball vance #vance hopper #bruce yamada

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

hi!!! i saw that you followed me (sorry m so late😭) and i just wanted to drop by and say thank you so much! your content has provided me with ENDLESS inspo to write and i’m so so grateful (also i love the pack oml) <3 thank you! 😊

Of course!!

I love making mutuals and I’m so fucking happy to meet all the talented people here and in the fandom.

You’re awesome! 😘

#inbox #reply #ask #mutuals #moots #my submissions #submission

[sweetestdesire]

HI THERE BABYYY

bro oml, I just came on here to say how truly talented you are man, oh my goodness. I came across your page a lonngg time ago but I never followed you because my acc profile was like… not the way it was rn 😭 it was all just plain so I didn’t want that to freak or weird you out :,) but anywho, I ALSO SAW U FOLLOWED ME BACK H E L L O O ?? fangirled for like 10 minutes man lemme tell ya 😭

anywho anywho, I hope you’re well! keep doin what you do mama, you’re beyond talented.

Baby, I am smooching you through the screen right now. Thank you so much for leaving this wonderful message in my inbox. I appreciate you saying this so much, I can’t stop grinning.

Ah, you’ve lifted me up to cloud nine and beyond. I’ll cherish this forever and ever. 🥺

#sobbing and clasping my hands to my heart over this #answered 💌 #my mutuals my loves 💗

[carduelism]

Oml dude so glad you’re out of your art block!!! Your art rocks and I can’t wait to see more of it, you’re real talented :3 perhaps you can have another go at that one sketch I mentioned a whileee back, from this fanfic where a crazed Theo uh pretty much stabs Boris to death- I quite like the idea of Theo leaning over a sleeping Boris with the knife, if that makes sense? Or him already bloodied and cut up and trying to skedaddle away from Theo. Here’s the fic for a better description https://archiveofourown.org/works/40477335 you don’t have to do it though it’s just a suggestion!! Hope we can start talking more often, I miss ya man

I WROTE A REPLY BUT I DIDNT DRAFT IT IM GOING TO EXPLODE 🤯🤯🤯 But um yes!!!!!!! I made many sketches of possible compositions for this scene and I just couldnt find one I liked (mainly because of my hatred of drawing backgrounds.) but I think I could actually use this as a drawing practice for different types of composition. My go to is PUT THE IMPORTANT STUFF IN THE MIDDLE but that is hard when one of your characters are lying down idk but YES writing that down I will be drafting many many compositional possibilities.

Also sorry for slacking off with out dms!!!!! Love talking to you genuinely I’ve just managed to begin procrastinating socialising and working on friendships ummmmmm

#asks

[ao3feed-merddison]

i'm still standing here (and your miles away)

by YeetBye

Addie is away for work and Mer is missing her so she leaves her a voicemail. Except she's also sexually frustrated and it's a spicy voicemail.

 All mistakes are my own, unfortunately. Idea credit: "Reminding you what you're missing" by AudioEve on quinn

Words: 1269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Meredith Grey, Addison Montgomery

Relationships: Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery

Additional Tags: Spicy Voicemail, Phone Sex, but not really cause it's actually a voicemail, inspired by "reminding you what you're missing" by AudioEve on quinn, she is amazing oml, not to expose myself or anything lmao, mer misses addie, and she's sexually frustrated, so she rubs one out while leaving a voicemail for her super sexy and talented girlfriend, There is literally no plot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no beta we die, i want what they have

from AO3 works tagged 'Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery' https://ift.tt/ZOHj3g1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Merddison #Meredith Grey #Addison Montgomery

[tamelee]

I absolutely love you artwork! Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. Unfortunately, I cannot access the complete "lemon versions" (for technical reasons I assume - no matter). Nonetheless, what I am able to access, I find absolutely exquisite. Also, I am in full support and agreement of your various in-depth analyses (particularly pertaining to SNS). Now, I know your art mainly focuses on Sasuke, Naruto and SNS (bless), with some Itachi sprinkled on top. I was wondering, though, if you'd ever consider making art of Neji? I'll never forget when I saw him during the Akatsuki hunt arch, wearing that microphone choker. Nom. If anyone could do him justice, it would be you. However, if your inspiration mainly derives from Naruto and those sizzling Uchiha fellas, I ain't gonna complain. Again, I love your blog! Much love xx

Hi @meimeithewhiterabbit !! 💕 thankyou so much for your kind words and liking my art that means a lot!! I'm not sure why you can't access the 🍋's though, is it both Twitter and Pixiv?  If that’s the case I’ll see if I can find another way to upload them! 

I do enjoy drawing Naruto and Sasuke the most, especially now, but I definitely want to draw most other characters too from 'Naruto'.. Neji for sure!! And Mic choker Neji!? Oml, yes x 24972398534058304 "nom" indeed, though I was already working on another Neji drawing a while ago that I wanted to finish this week.

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Dunno about doing him justice.. I appreciate you having faith in me ;____;😭💕🧡 I’ll do my best! Much love to you too, I hope you’re well and take care of yourself (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

#asktamelee #meimeithewhiterabbit #thankyouuu dear 🥰! #mic choker Neji supremacy #nom