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ohmytyong · 1 year
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nsfw! / inspired by mark's golden hour
"you taste so sweet for me, baby" your boyfriend!mark mumbled with a raspy voice against your exposed core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive clit as he dragged his tongue along your folds, sending shivers of pleasure in your entire body.
mark woke up extremely needy this morning. you had barely prepared breakfast and he couldn't keep his hands off you. that's how you ended up sitting on top of your kitchen counter, with mark's head right between your thighs, his hands holding your legs apart as he hungrily licked and sucked on your pussy.
you left out a breathy moan in an attempt to speak properly. "baby, let's have breakfast, the eggs are gonna get cold" you managed to say in a broken voice. "but i'm eating breakfast right now" mark mumbled again with his mouth still attached to your core.
he clearly knew the effect that this has on you, as you tried to find something, anything to hold on to as mark suddenly sucked on your most sensitive spot, your fingers gripping his hair with violence which made him hiss in pleasure.
"you're freaky aren't you, pretty girl?" mark groaned and slid two fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot with ease, eventually getting to you to your second climax of the day. and it was only breakfast time.
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riaki · 5 months
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after party | satoru gojo x reader
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gojo wanted to help you prepare a friendsgiving dinner, but he's a little tired n a lot tipsy.
cw: non curse au, everyones alive, shoko typical smoking, drinking, you’re married to gojo wc: 3.3k
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this was supposed to be short but it just spiraled n i kind of hate it b i technically posted on the 23rd so it counts !! not proofread!
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business dinners with satoru are exhausting, to say the least—you start the day early to the scent of coffee through a filter and a fresh breeze through your open window, sending your husband off to work with a hug and a kiss—maybe a promise of more if he pulls the 'five more minutes!' on you.
this one is special, though; old friends from freely youthful highschool days gathered around your dinner table on the mats of your living room floor catching up over cans of beer cold with condensation, the sound of can tabs popping and the fizzling of bubbly spirits over tables of warm food in tin containers.
geto, the tall man with dark hair and gauges, talks about how his two daughters are adjusting to city life, occasionally interrupted by cheerful brightness never dampened by adult years from haibara, an apprenticing entrepeneur under nanami who's got a thing for girls with big appetites. shoko and utahime are having a drinking contest, and mei mei's too occupied with her phone; checking stocks as her tacky nails click against the glass screen.
satoru can't cook. there's a reason why he always buys takeout when you're too busy to provide or you've already gone to sleep— he should be the picture perfect husband, because you deserve that and everything more. his only (self-perceived) flaws are his lack of alcohol tolerance and his inability to master the frying pan.
you always tell him he doesn't have to be a michelin chef— but with the way he's constantly sneaking a chocolate graham cracker from your muji snack bag or snagging the sour gummy between your teeth from your lips, he feels like he should compensate. so on this special november evening, when the hum of the city life outside your balcony gets drowned out by the cheerful mirth of a warm dinner table, he had decided to help you.
the warm kitchen had become a foodstained disaster— but with tearful round eyes and a hand tugging on your shirt, you'd resigned to helping him conquer the task of simple packaged noodles and soft-boiled eggs. he'd cut his finger— even the most capable teacher found his shortcomings against a blunt kitchen knife. needless to say you'd peppered it with kisses before wrapping a rainbow hello kitty bandaid around it.
and that brings you to the present: the result of your extensively hard work; a few soggy noodles collected at the bottom of porcelain bowls painted red on the insides in a lukewarm puddle of soup, full stomachs and a loose and welcoming atmosphere. you wouldn't trade it for the world.
you're fishing a pickled radish slice out of your bowl when satoru leans over, removing the arm that was snaked around your shoulder to drape himself on your lap, lying down on the floor with his knees propped up and his soft cloud-white hair sprawled over your thighs. geto makes a distasteful face when satoru's black socks brush against his leg. across the table, shoko knocks shoulders with utahime as she lights a cigarette; the latter's face flushes as smoke drifts past her lightly flushed face into the open window city night air overhead.
"hey, you. what's up?" you asked softly, chuckling to yourself as you set your chopsticks atop the rim of your bowl, leaning back on your arms to look down at him. he adjusts himself a little, wiggling on your lap as you caught a whiff of his beer breath and scrunch your nose.
"hiii, baby," he drawls, giggling a little to himself. his smooth, usually playful voice took on that deep tone he used whenever he was being serious, and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, so you hugged him closer and ran a hand through his soft white hair, brushing your fingers against the black cloth of his blindfold. "what'cha doing?"
"i was eating. you put too much pepper in the broth, 'toru." you smiled softly, tracing the line of his jaw slowly with one finger in the way you knew he liked so much; it was obvious from the way he sighed contentedly and tilted his head into your palm. whether it be from that unfathomably sweet smile or the tender way you held his face in your delicate hands, that was up to him to ponder. next to you, haibara makes a joke— something about mei mei's stocks, and she quips a snarky retort that has him laughing raucously while nanami makes a face.
"i tried!" he protests, almost a whine as he sighs; a hand sneaks up to lift the edge of his blindfold up so his eyes meet yours, and you're left breathless. it catches you off guard every time— those endless pools of swirling blue that stare straight through you, sifting through your thoughts like a scholar annotating an open book, all heart-shaped sticky notes and bright highlighters when it came to thinking about him.
"not hard enough, clearly. but it's okay; we'll do better next time."
he just frowns again at that, sticking out his lower lip in a little pout that makes your heart squeeze. your stomach is full with noodles and broth; you don't think you could stomach another bite if you tried, and you're not one to drink especially if everyone else is. so, you let yourself indulge a little— snake a hand on the back of satoru's neck and tilt him up until he's sitting halfway up and you can easily meet his lips in a kiss.
he reciprocates immediately, hungry like he was waiting for you; you notice that he hasn't eaten much of his food yet, so maybe he was. or maybe he knows how bad it is. either way, his tongue darts out from his parted lips to flick against your own for a moment, before he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and draws out a teasing whine that you have to stifle because "we have company, 'toru," you have to breath as a reminder. he just laughs breathily against your lips, tasting like bitter beer and buttery vanilla as he shifts to practically sit on top of you, hands on your shoulders as his thumbs brush over your collarbone where the edge of your shirt fails to cover tantalizing skin; he's taller and eventually ends up bringing the both of you toppling down onto the mats.
your back hits the floor and a little gasp leaves your winded lungs— but satoru eagerly catches it with his lips and swallows it, like he's intent on getting drunken off his ass from you (as if he wasn't already tipsy) when he smashes his swollen lips to yours again. your hair is splayed out against the tatami mats like you're trapped in some marine watercolor painting, and for a split second satoru thinks if mermaids were real you'd be the most angelic he'd ever seen as his calloused fingers curl into the strands.
you're about to hook a leg around his waist when a shout catches your ear and you part lips with a gasp, sucking in greedy breaths as satoru promptly sits on your stomach. you let out a stuffed oomph from his weight, and watch as he slides his blindfold back on to look over at the rest of the table who're staring at the two of you like they're watching some forbidden steamy movie scene that's meant to be shielded from children's eyes.
“don’t kiss him while he’s drunk. it’s like rewarding a brat for bad behavior,” shoko says. you sit up with much effort, straining under satoru’s weight as you reach up to grab his shoulders. you miss, but he takes your hands and pulls you up, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from falling back down as you rest your head on his shoulder. utahime has her arms lazily draped over shoko; you assume she’s drunk from that, but if you were to inspect her for long enough you’d notice her can of beer was almost completely full.
“oh, i guess you’re right.” you remarked, frowning a little and biting the inside of your cheek as you pull away from satoru and glance at him. all of the sudden he looks like he’s ready to keel over; the shadows beneath his eyes are reinforced by the alcohol in his system and it looks like he’ll need to tape his eyes open lest he passes out right on top of you. you want to avoid that, so you gently push him off, sighing to yourself.
“don’t listen to her, sweetheart. you can kiss me all you want,” he smirks, a flash of pearly white teeth that would’ve been on your neck a moment ago if not for the interruption. you just shake your head with a breathless laugh, giving him a quick flick to the forehead. before you can pull away, though— he catches your hand, bringing your wrist to his glossy pink lips and giving your pulse a quick peck. “no, she has a point.” you hummed. overhead, the light flickers a little; a moth that had flown in through the window danced about the bulb. the faint sound of car horns filters through the window along with the breeze, recycled laughter and lively chatter from bars a few stories down carried in the cool wind.
you mill about for another twenty minutes or so, content to just listen in as old friends shared anecdotes and funny stories from separate paths of life; you soon learned that nanami was planning on moving to malaysia, and shoko was due to renew her medical license this year. the beer cans built up, mixed in with crumpled napkins that had penned doodles on the rough surface and paper chopstick wrappers. somewhere along the line, satoru had fallen asleep— you had to push his unfinished ramen bowl out of the way before he knocked his head against the wooden table and spilt his meal. you frowned a little at the sight of it— you knew he'd complain about his soaked noodles and limp seaweed sheets later on. you found yourself slinging one of your jackets over his shoulders, fingers lingering over his neck, where the scratchy hair of his undercut met soft warm skin.
soon enough, dishes are piling up in the sink and calling your name; the kids see themselves home via train station, spouting something about a late night pit stop in sendai for the mochi that 'our teacher likes so much'. you consider asking them to bring some back for satoru, but you decide you'll enjoy a laugh when he tells you about how he went to school the next morning to find out for himself, and the stab of hurt that will pierce his full heart in two when he hears the news. even then, you have to shush them as they show themselves out; you can tell from the way satoru's eyebrows knit together beneath his blindfold and the pinch of his jaw that he doesn't appreciate the noise, no matter how blacked out.
the conversation dies down a little, and soon enough, everyone takes their leave one by one. it's only when you settle back down after cleaning up the bowls and putting away the cups that satoru stirs, waking up with a mumble and a huff. his hair is a disheveled mess, and there are sleep lines on his face, but he's still handsome as ever.
"baby?" his voice is hoarse with sleep and dehydration. there's a dull ache between his eyes, feeling like he'd just ran a circle around the world. you answer from the kitchen, calling his name. it's late; past midnight now. the window's still open and satoru's can of beer is still on the table, almost completely empty.
"how long did i sleep? shit, did everyone go home? 'm sorry," he groans, standing up and stretching his arms out. his shirt rides up on his shoulders, exposing the arch of his hip just above the edge of his pants. "don't worry, 'toru." you hummed, washing your hands in the sink as you look over at him. he just nods, grabbing the can and crumpling it in his hands before tossing it in the trash.
"you okay? got a headache?" you asked as he walked over to you, careful not to hit his head on the arch that connected the living room to the kitchen. when you'd first moved in with him, you had to pin a strip of bright yellow caution tape to remind him to duck his head. you smiled as you reminisced over late nights, tucked in his arms as he mused about demolishing the wall there just so he could be rid of the bruise on his temple. then again, as long as you were waiting for him to kiss it better at the end of his nine to five, he didn't mind.
he nods, and watches as an easy smile stretches across your lips; they look infuriatingly kissable under the warm glow of the hazy kitchen light, shining off the porcelain cups in the sink. he leans against the kitchen counter, cold marble feeling through the thin fabric of his shirt as you take his leftovers from the fridge and heat them up in the microwave, standing before the black glass as you watch the little plate spin inside.
there's something about moments like these; so sweet and easy with you after everyone's taken the last train home and all that's left are empty beer cans and extra bowls in the dishwasher for two people with matching rings on their fingers to take care of.
he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chin. he smiles when he feels your hand cup his cheek, and he turns his head instinctively to meet your lips in a slow, sweet kiss; a muscle memory tango between familiar lovers. when he pulls away to catch his breath, tongue swiping across his bottom lip, you're already there with your fingers, pulling his blindfold down to rest around his neck and gently rubbing the spot beside his eyes, alleviating the tension behind them. it's unspoken moments like these that he loves the most in your relationship. making a mess in your kitchen is a close second.
it's a slow, easy night after a special get-together when the microwave beeps and you take his noodles out, bringing them to the table as you sit down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him tuck you into his side as he gets a bit of breaded tonkotsu crumbs on his cheek and insists you wipe them off for him like he's some oversized baby. you wash some cherries in a green plastic bowl, competing to see who can spit the pits into the trashcan without missing. in the end, he lost the game of rock paper scissor and was resigned to pick up the missed pits on the floor.
he's still wearing your jacket like a cape and even though it's far too small for him, he insists on keeping it with him when you go out onto your balcony to finish the last of a bottle of sake together, listening to the melody of the wind in the trees that line the sidewalk and the permeating hustle and bustle of the city, even when it's so late at night it could be considered early morning.
he swipes the cold bottle from your hands, finishing the last drops from the matte glass before letting it dangle between your fingers. and you're expecting it when he catches your arm to pull you into another kiss; he tastes like peaches and wine and a little bit of soup broth. it's slow, and easy, because being with him has always felt as natural as breathing, and being with you has made it easier for him to breathe, like the iron weight on his lungs melts away in the face of your unconditional warmth and care. the cool wind blows your hair in front of your face, and he laughs that charming boyish giggle as he tucks it behind your ears and scoops you up in his arms.
"i don't like sharing you with a sake bottle," you said, pointedly looking at the glass in his hand. he just grins, looking down at you for a moment. he can almost see it again; you, in that gorgeous white wedding cloth. he was carrying you bridal style in the same way now, when you'd decided to grow old together and host special business dinners as a couple in your shared apartment.
"don't worry, love. you're sweeter than any spritz," he laughs, stepping inside again and closing the door behind him.
it's routine, and it's easy, getting ready for bed with him, laughing when he pushes his hair back with a headband, looking like a pretty little princess. you suggest him getting a mullet, and he shushes you by shoving your toothbrush on your tongue, getting a mouthful of mint. the warm water rushes over your fingers before you dry yourself off, wiping your face and putting the towel away only to be met with the equal warmth of his lips on your forehead, peppering you with kisses.
you slip into the covers, still pleasantly cold as you watch satoru sit up and take his shirt off. he lets you peel the rainbow bandaid on his finger off, tossing it in the trash before pulling you into his arms, right where you belong the closest to his heart. "don't cut yourself like that again, okay?"
"it was an accident, baby." he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes. he reaches over to ruffle your hair affectionately and makes a joke about having you suck his blood like a vampire, tooting about how sweet it would be. "besides, i don't need to be careful if you're there to patch me up, pretty. shoko has nothing on you!"
he plays with your hair as you catch him up to the conversations he'd slept away; mei mei had left early when you'd given him your jacket to envelope him in your scent, muttering something about cheap perfume and worthless soggy noodles. he likes to play with your jewelry, you notice— fiddles with the ring on your finger, cupping your hands in his palm as he tucks his face into the back of your neck.
at one point, he asks you to do his hair, so you oblige, rolling him over onto his stomach and clambering on top of his waist. you braid his white strands into cute little pigtails best as you could manage as he tells you about his dream; something about harassing nanami in malaysia and a sunset kiss under crystal clear beach water. it sounds nice, and when you're done with his hair you find it easier to just massage his shoulders and listen to the smooth droning of his voice.
soon enough, you're both warmer than the lukewarm buzz of beer in your veins, and he doesn't remember if he fell asleep first or not, but the gentle melody of your voice haunts him in his dazed sleep as he curls around you.
business dinners really are exhausting— he's left wondering how you pull it off the morning after when he's hungover and the cut on his finger is infected— clearly, the hello kitty bandaid wasn't enough to cut it. the only reasoning that he explains to you as you take your morning shower together, fingers running through your hair, is that you didn't kiss it enough. maybe that's why his soup had too much pepper and he didn't know how to cut the cucumbers.
he's still an amateur, so he'll leave the cooking to you. maybe next time he'll pretend the takeout he grabbed on his way home from school was handmade, though he doubts his friends will ever believe him, or his students after he demands they buy him kikufuku as compensation for leaving him out the night before.
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ignore the ep that came out today! everyone’s alive and well. trust my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !
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isamiracle · 1 month
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     MINIONS  IS  FOREVER
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🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖🍌👖
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y-unrei · 5 days
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     ♡   ˚   ☒     200+ FOLLOWERS?? I'm literally so happy like stop its not even been that long since i reached a 100 and now 200 sum??? i have no words to express how happy and thankful i am you guys are amazing im so happy and i love each and everyone of you i srsly about to eat yall up how dare you be so kind 😭😭 And those idiots that made my day by commenting on my posts have my entire heart just walk all over me i would let you srsly you guys are the best and so cute and sweet one of these days im gonna print all of my fav posts and hang them all over my walls cause im inlove, to all my tumblr moots you guys are the frinkin best tysm for motivating me to post, sending hugs to everyone of you 😭😭💗
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♡ fav blogs :
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yandereunsolved · 7 days
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︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ Follower Milestone ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚
50+ Followers - March 15th, 2024
100+ Followers - March 27th, 2024
200+ Followers - April 22nd, 2024
♡ Having a platform to share my hyperfixations and interests is very dear to me. I did not expect to ever reach two hundred followers. I expected even less to learn of so many wonderful content creators!
♡♡ All the appreciation and support I get really makes my day. It does. I just can't believe it. Yes, I will be celebrating every step along the way. I know to a lot of the internet two hundred followers is nothing. It is quite a lot to me. I can barely name ten people off the top of my head, much less two hundred.
♡♡♡ Thank you to the casual readers!
♡♡♡♡ Thank you to my followers & anon(s)!
♡♡♡♡♡ Thank you to my mutuals!
♡♡♡♡♡♡ Can't wait to reach 300 with you all. (?)
Special thanks to all my mutuals! Go check out their wonderful content. You may just find a new favorite blog: @marchsfreakshow @slutforgarlogan @coentinim @doll3tt33 @newwavesylviaplath @moonhasmanyanimals @fear-is-truth @girlyfart @lacucarachapisser @bluerthanvelvet444 @nahoyasboyfriend @cxndiedvi0lets @etheral-moon @dangeroustaintedflawed @ozzgin
Honorable mentions (check them out as well): @hipsterlover2002 @h4wari @eyeless-kun @numberone2008 @rianberry @505-fierce-deitys-simp-505 @calicocritterz4u @allisonfromloz
My small community is lovely and I wouldn't trade it for all the rupees in Hyrule, nor for a sweet lil' yandere partner, and not even for James Patrick March or Kai Anderson.
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marclef · 4 months
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yoooooo it's the new year!!! and to start things off with a bang i'm here with something that's absolutely insane to me!!
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i'm. honestly blown away right now you guys. as somebody who literally only started posting my art on here in August this is. just unreal to me.
i know i get kinda sappy and sentimental here sometimes but, legitimately thank you all so much!!! the last few months have been so insane and i can't believe how many kind and awesome people i've met thanks to my silly art. you guys deserve so much love and support and i literally can't thank you enough 👍❤👍
so.... here's my special treat for all of you as thanks! i'm.... not that good at coming up with special stuff to do so guess what?? i'm stealing the same idea that literally everyone else has been doing!!! take that!!!!
it's a Draw This In Your Style thingy!!!! you don't have to of course, it's just something silly i decided to try. make sure to @ me or reblog this post if you do though ❤❤❤
it's the sillies 😊🤗☺
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happy new year to y'all though!!! i'm gonna be taking things pretty chill for the first few days to give myself a break. don't worry, i've got some special stuff planned for this year though 😉
take care!!! love you all and i hope you all have a good new year!!!
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poppyclangen · 6 months
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"Hello Visitor!"
Meet PoppyClan's StarClan Guide, OleanderPaw; brother of FallenStar, PoppyClan's first leader, and judge of the dead.
OleanderPaw was killed by the flood that swept the founders away, and used his power to give FallenStar her nine lives, and grow the first poppies that now populate the moor where PoppyClan lives.
His reddish orange coat can be seen in many of FallenStar's children, proof of his bloodline and strong ties with his sister. He does not often visit the clan medics, though when he does, it is considered a great honor and not to be taken lightly.
Leader of those who live in StarClan, OleanderPaw has let the thrill of spiritual power go to his head a bit. Each time FallenStar visits, he grows more 'holy' in appearance, followed by stars and a glow that most of the other dead do not have. His scent is hidden beneath the flowers growing from his pelt, and he become more eloquent and stiff with each passing day- to be frank, he was very different from the brother FallenStar remembers. She figures that was just what happened, though, as a spirit ages; while he may look rather young, he grows older still.
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What power does StarClan have over living cats?
"Oh, a good question. I myself have found that I can effect many little things that the living see and touch- though it takes a great deal of energy. When I gave FallenStar her nine lives, I was dormant for many moons after, unable to protect those who walked the earth. While we may not need to eat or sleep, we StarClan cats are powered by... an energy. Perhaps it is belief?"
What was it like, being the first StarClan cat?
"It felt like a betrayal of sort, at first. Throughout my short life, I had been promised a rich afterlife, full of loved ones and an endless paradise. When I awoke, I was alone, in the dark. I built our paradise. I shaped it from the energy I found within my spirit. I am glad to have company now, my sisters kin, though there are times where I fell that emptiness once more. I built this place, yes, but... it has left a part of me hollow."
What about the StarClan of the past?
"I do not know what became of the cats that ruled the StarClan of our ancestors. I do not know if it was destroyed, as the living had been destroyed. I do not doubt there are other afterlives, though; after all, if I could do it, so can any cat who has been remembered and cherished."
Do you dictate the future of PoppyClan?
"Oh, no, goodness no. While I may have dominion over this plane, I cannot influence the actions of the living, outside of the way any cat may influence another. I cannot change the outcome of the seasons, though I find through intense emotion, I can effect the atmosphere of this territory. When I mourn, the clouds grow heavy with rain. When I am angered, the sky is dark and the moon is hidden. When I rejoice, the poppies of the land bloom more quickly. My influence seems to end there; though, the more I try, the more I learn. Recently, I've found the dreams of my Clan's cat's are just out of reach, drifting closer every night. The more who die and come to StarClan, the more I've found I'm able to do. I cant help but be curious...
Back to the question at hand. I know much more than I could have known as a living cat, but I do not know the future. I cannot predict what is coming, though I have my hunches and instincts, as a cat who has lived a long time would. When spirits come to rest here, I am blessed and burdened with their memories; their lives, their deaths. I am a collective of their stories, and at times, I fear I will forget my own, as short as it was.
What's that shadowy place?
"Oh, pay no mind to that. That's just a little project of mine, though I don't think I will finish it. There is no need to worry. I have it contained. It is empty."
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submastrain · 1 year
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Happy Emmet is happy!  💜
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vivrhan · 7 months
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     happy 200 followers ♡
hello guys!! thank you so much for 200+ followers 🥹🥹 I appreciate it!! it's been almost a month since I reached 100 and thank you for supporting me! I will try my best to keep posting as much as possible even though I’m kinda busy ;)) I also realize I have grown so fast since the last time I posted an appreciation message was August 29 and it has been almost month.. idk what else to say 😭 but once again, thank you 💕💕
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my fav blogs atm, go follow them!! (sorry if I forgot to mention u!)
@v-ean @raeceah @baesol @h-ao @v-ico @eliatopia @v6mpcat @lovelywony101 @haeivn @umiena @k-yujin @i04rei @jenfaery @y-unjins @lorlita @eunaray @y2qi @chaey2k @chaeyve @yeritos @iluvrei @gun-wook @koosuvi @minguukie @od-i @hy4k @w-eons @agsthv @yunjidoll @jeonzio ♡
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wheeeluv · 2 years
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Mamamoo Hwasa | ILLELLA 221022
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r0tt1ngr4bb1t · 5 months
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Tysm for 205 Followers!! :D
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nervocat · 18 days
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Btw guys I officially hit a little (like two) over 200 followers this week so. There's that 😨😨
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starry-night-author · 11 months
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June of Doom Day #15
"Please." | Scream |
June of Doom Prompt List
"Supervillain..."
Supervillain glared down at them as they adjusted their belt, analyzing the weapons they had left. "Save it, you pathetic hero. I don't have time for this."
"But- I can't carry them, they need help, they're going to die here-"
"Yeah? Tough." Supervillain smoothed down their clothes. "Why would I try to help someone I came here to kill?" Their grin turned to a smirk, and with a dramatic twist on their heel they strode away down the broken alley.
"Supervillain!" Superhero shouted after them, holding the dying Hero in their arms. "Supervillain please!"
Supervillain ignored them, continuing on their way. Already working on mentally moving on, leaving the sight behind them.
"I can't get them out of here myself, I need your help- please! Supervillain!"
Superhero's screamed words were cracked with emotion, and Supervillain rolled their eyes. "Save your breath, Superhero!"
"Please- if you won't do it for them, do it for me!"
Supervillain drew up short as the shout echoed around the alley, repeating itself over and over in both of their minds. Supervillain didn't look back, they stood quietly, listening to the echoes.
Finally with a huff, they twisted to walk back towards Superhero. "Fine. But you owe me."
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rivatar · 1 month
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OMGGGGG JUST HIT 200 FOLLOWERS! Thank you guys soooo much. I’m grateful for all of you and love you ALL!🥺🫶🏼
Should I do an “about me” post to celebrate? Let me know in the comments (or my inbox anonymously if you’re shy!)
*Also feel free to talk to me through my inbox with an emoji to identify yourself. I’d love to talk about literally anything!💖*
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fiendishartist2 · 1 month
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in every universe im destined to be besties w a kitty cat
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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months
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IT HAPPENED I HIT 200 🎉🎉🎉
THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAA
Forehead kisses for everyone + blurb night tomorrow or tonight 😚
THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN I’M BEYOND GRATEFUL
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