Hii :)
I'm not the previous anon, but it's in theme.
I've seen some stuff about the am@zon pr!me show on the webs, it made me curious to watch, but I don't know jack sh*t about LOTR or anything tolkien, really.
So then I started by watching the movies in chronological order, first the hobbit trilogy, then the lotr one (haven't finished the two towers yet oops). I have to be honest, I don't care much for the original movie trilogy, like at all; I thought the hobbit movies were much better. Should I bother with tolkien's books? I'm going to read the silmarillion either way, seems interesting.
Feel free to ignore this ask completely, I'm scouring reddit for similar discussion posts, still undecided.
ps: I'm obsessed with your blog, you're so funny lol
Love xx
I'm always happy to talk about Tolkien so ask away!
I'm sorry you didn't enjoy the lotr movies but I love that you enjoyed The Hobbit! People usually prefer lotr so it's nice to see The Hobbit getting some love. I personally adore both trilogies!
As for the books if you're looking to get into Tolkien's world I would personally start with The Hobbit (especially if you enjoyed the movies) just because, The Silmarillion, even though chronologically it's set many years before, it's more of a book you read once you've been introduced to the world and then want to learn more. Whereas the Hobbit is a pretty light, relatively quick easy read, and will give you a good introduction to Tolkien's writing.
I'd then move onto lotr next. That is if you're interested in reading it? If you're just not interested, seeing as you didn't care for the movies you can skip it. But as with most books that are made into movies, the books are a lot more detailed then the movies and it's one of the most popular fantasy stories ever for a reason, so I'd recommend at least giving the books a try
Then after you've tried those I'd read The Silmarillion. I wouldn't recommend starting with it just because it's a very different book to The Hobbit/lotr. The Silmarillion is more of a detailed history rather then a straight fantasy novel. It's made up a series of shorter stories, that all fit together into a larger one and is very heavy with characters and events and world building. And although I love it and it's my fave book! it can be quite divisive in that people either love it or they just can't get into it. And I will admit the first few chapters are a bit of a slog to get through the first time you read it, but defs stick with it and push through because it gets so much better! Anyway If you're a fan a histories and detailed world building (me!) you'll love it. But for people who aren't so much into those things, they can find it a bit heavy. But reading it will definitely make the whole Tolkien world more immersive, and adds a whole nother layer to The Hobbit/lotr
And thankyou!! That's so sweet of you to say! 😄💕
4 notes
·
View notes
This poll is strictly for autistic people only, and thus does not have a "see results" option. If you're allistic (not autistic) please refrain from voting.
Respectfully, this poll isn't for non-autistic people! It's actually for a slideshow presentation I'm working on for school, therefore please only participate if you are Autistic.
to be clear: this is NOT asking if there SHOULD be a cure for autism, as that is a different issue. this is simply asking, if it WAS possible through safe and ethical means, would you take the opportunity to cure YOURSELF. you're not making the decision for anyone else.
this poll was submitted by an anonymous user. if you have a poll you want to reach a larger audience, feel free to submit it to me, post it and @ me in the replies, or send me the link in an ask!
933 notes
·
View notes
Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷
Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3
Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.
But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.
He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.
"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.
He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.
"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.
"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.
"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.
"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.
"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.
"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.
"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?
"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.
"Yes Master."
-
You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.
When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.
Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.
"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.
"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.
"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.
You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.
Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.
Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.
"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.
He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.
"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.
You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.
None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?
You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.
"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."
You bow to him and leave.
And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.
2K notes
·
View notes
woah woah what about bin and his mommy kink <3 him suckling on your nipples and he whimpers n whines the whole time he sucks!!! and you just think it’s bc he loooves ur tits (which he does!), but he’s rly just whimpering n whining bc no milk is coming out 💔
he's so sweet. changbin's curly hair almost obscures his forehead, mussed with sweat and tears from his whining and squirming, but he still diligently sucks on your nipple despite the way his hands are knotted into fists in his shirt. he squirms again, whimpers, and you see his glassy brown eyes look up at you.
"what's the matter, hm?" you coo, hand running over his head. he sucks harder, huffs a bit through his nose like a puppy, and his thighs fall apart as if he thinks you're going to touch him. you're not, of course, only pressing his head further into your chest. "what's wrong, baby? you like mommy's tits that much?"
he whines, sharp and high-pitched this time, and you finally let his head fall back onto your lap. "they're so nice," he gives as a response, licking over his already wet lips. "i just- mommy, mama, binnie wants- binnie-"
"take it slow, binnie," you say, soft and airy, and he huffs again, his bottom lip quivering.
"i wish- i wish mommy's tits had milk," changbin says, and his voice is quiet, embarrassed. his little cock is still chubbed up in his shorts though, because of course your baby likes being embarrassed. "i wish i could suck and drink your milk, and- and- binnie wants it, mama, please!"
"aw, baby, that's a shame," and it is. you want nothing more than to see your binnie's lips wet with your milk, but you can certainly play into it for the time being regardless. "you'll have to get mommy knocked up, won't you?"
and he keens. he keens so sharply you have to giggle, and you shove your hand down the front of his shorts to loosely wrap around his short, chubby cock. it makes him moan, and you grab the back of his head again to force it into your tit.
"be quiet and suck," you mumble, and he nods against your nipple, his plushy doll lips engulfing it once again. he sucks harder this time, whimpers more when you finally tighten your hand around his cock, and you grip the leaky cockhead through his foreskin. "you just lay there and suck, pretty. let mama take care of everything else."
230 notes
·
View notes
you guys the problem is he won't let HIMSELF rest
1K notes
·
View notes
dear sweet m if you end up writing about bucky with a vibrating arm can i pretty please be tagged?? (i don’t know if you do taglists, i couldn’t find anything that indicated either way, totally fine if not!)
Ah yes, Bucky and his vibrating arm. I’ve been hinting at it for ages. And you’d be surprised to find out…
There is no reason for the Wakandans to give the arm some extra functions. So any other vibrations than the mild ones from the inside mechanics were unnecessary. But as we’ve seen from Bucky ever since the 1940’s, he’s quite fascinated by technology himself. Also quite skilled with that brain of his. And as mentioned a while ago, this man has the sexual curiosity of a teenage boy – especially after everything that has happened to him.
So it took him some time to perfect using tools with just one hand, but he has managed to add in some extra functions to his arm. Peeling away at the vibranium carefully and programming some new things into the limb. Some things functioning as an element of surprise in battle, yes, but some functioning as an element of surprise in bed.
The first time he tried it on himself, he had taken a few deep breaths before activating it, squeezing his cock in his metal fist and supressing a low grunt. He had already been so close and had been edging himself for a while. He’d been throbbing and the artificial nerves in his metal arm could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat pulsing through his cock. How had he gotten so nervous doing this all of a sudden? It was a lot, but God, he’d needed to come! It had been unbearable, the need for release. Almost as unbearable as the thought of finishing it the way he normally would.
So he had turned on the added function, the vibrations rising carefully to a steady buzz the way he had programmed it, and the noise that sprang from his mouth had been borderline pornographic.
And he couldn’t stop. Moaning and whimpering as his palm vibrated against the hilt of his cock, he had barely managed to squeeze and pull his hand up to the aching tip of himself. Definitely hadn’t managed more than two pulls before he had spilled months of pent up frustration onto his toned chest with a helpless cry as the vibrations dimmed and he pulled himself through his vision-blackening orgasm.
And as much as he loved using the hidden feature, he hadn’t yet used it on a bed partner. It felt too intimate, too controlling for some reason. Until you, of course.
Because yes, Bucky has a kink for corruption and even though he knows there’s little left of you to corrupt, the small nudges out of your comfort zone felt like drugs to him. The man loves to be on his knees for you, worship the ground you walk on, but there are few things better than getting you to submit to him. Even fewer than ruining the sheets below you while he is still dressed.
And tonight, you looked beautiful. Sinful in the classiest way. He’d suffered through wearing a tuxedo to the party, as long as you felt confident next to him. And in turn, he felt powerful next to you. It was one of those moments where Bucky’s heart swelled three sizes because he realised that you both make each other want to be better. In the big things, but also the small things like tonight. Looking good, charming people, bragging about each other and hyping up one another. He was in cloud nine and it was about time he paid you back for it.
You are already breathing heavily, draped on your shared bed with your dress discarded and your heels still on. Your hair messy and makeup smudged slightly. Your skin is throbbing and flushed and the ache between your legs is nearly numbing. You stare up at the ceiling lazily, coming down from another Bucky-induced high as he prowls around the bed and watches you – jacket discarded and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows.
“I’ll never get enough of making you come, you know,” he says before he once again climbs over you. Kisses are pressed to your belly, your breasts, your neck. You almost purr at the feeling. “And I will always look for new ways to get it done. New ways to make you feel better.”
You want to tell him you already feel great, fight him on it, tell him there is nothing he needs to compensate for. But you’re so dazed and selfishly, you love it when he talks to you like this. It makes goosebumps prickle over your skin. And Bucky laughs softly at the sight, teasingly trailing fingers up your damp inner thighs. You shudder at the touch.
He continues, “But tonight… Shit. You looked so beautiful. So tempting. I want to use all of my ways on you. I want to make you come and moan and scream until you are nothing but a puddle of sweat and tears and come.” You whine softly at his words and drape your hands over his neck, urging him closer. He breathes onto your lips, “I want it all from you. Forever. Give me everything, baby. I know you can–”
The surge of vibrations against you cunt is so much, you gasp for air and freeze all the same. You try to snap your legs shut, but Bucky’s body is keeping you from it. You open your mouth to say something, but everything has left you. Thoughts, words, willpower – it’s all gone. Your body tightens and loosens, pleasure unfurling throughout it like light in a glowstick.
Involuntarily, your hips buck and grind against his hand and the sounds that escape you are torturous. You feel Bucky’s smirk burning over your skin and you only barely manage to look down.
You’ve used toys before, but these vibrations… It feels like the toy is made for you, rolling over every single nerve of your clit so precisely it feels out of this world.
And as you look down, Bucky’s gaze follows, and you see three of his metal fingers rolling over your clit. You let out a moan at the sight – a sound Bucky answers with a deep groan of his own. Nothing will boost his confidence more than your responses to him. Especially when he knows there is no room left in your brain to overthink the responses. These are purely natural. Needy and appreciative.
The two of you look at his hand in trance, breaths and moans fanning over Bucky’s cheek. And then he slips two fingers into your soaked core, curling them up against your swollen walls and the both of you let out a carnal groan, your hands clutching him tighter.
Oh shit, oh shit…
“B-Bucky,” you gasp and he presses a kiss to your temple in answer. You sigh and close your eyes, sinking into the sheets as he pushes and pushes against the growing bubble in your belly. Rolling a vibrating thumb over your clit and pushing vibrating fingers against your deepest spot.
“Give it to me,” he murmurs, but he sounds rushed. Impatient. Like there is nothing in the world he wants more than to have you fall apart for him. Nothing more than feeling you squeeze around him again. He watches it build. Something big, something neither of you can come back from. He watches you nearly vibrate yourself with pleasure as the pleasure builds, and builds, and builds–
And when you burst, Bucky watches you lose yourself entirely to him. More importantly, only three fingers from him. And he wonders how you would look and sound if you lost yourself to him entirely. In love, in pleasure, in need, in life–
Aaaand he wonders if he could do this in public.
427 notes
·
View notes
Sorry if you’ve already put this somewhere and I didn’t see, but what’re your favourite ships?? :3
Women
511 notes
·
View notes
Hi, Meep :) I was looking (once again hehe) at your cryptid boys design and I noticed that they have one pretty sharp claw on their feet. Is that a spur or is it another special pinky kind of deal? I love picking your brain about anatomy for your monsters, hope that's alright ❤️ Anyways, hope your day is going good, babe!
Hi Naff! ❤️
You know I can't say no to anatomy questions! And I definitely cannot answer them simply ether XD
Let's talk demon paws!✨
My cryptid boys' feet are very theropod dinosaur like, but with all 5 toes intact instead of the typical 3 full toes + 2 vestigial/reduced toes.
The big sickle-shaped claws are not spurs, they're huge claws attached to the innermost digit of their feet. They act pretty much the same as a Dromaeosaur's sickle claws, but they're placed a little differently.
These claws are mostly used for pinning down things on the ground. They're also great slicing and stabbing weapons if the arms are occupied, injured or pinned.
These claws are always suspended above the ground, even in their most relaxed state. This keeps them from getting dull and dirty.
Range of flexibility:
And some extra doodles cause I like drawing these paws X3
Thank you for picking at my brain! XD I love having to put everything anatomy related that's in my head into text and drawing form, it's a very fun exercise!
Aww! My day is going well, I hope yours is too❤️❤️❤️
636 notes
·
View notes
honey, could you write a heartsteel!kayn scenario with K/DA!reader where they wear any matching accessories? or reader wearing a kayn t-shirt or jacket and ALL the gossip sites and fans're talking about it?
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Matching Accessories with K/DA!Reader ✖
✖ Word Count: 834
✖ Tags: Established R/S
✖ A/N: THIS WAS VERY CUTE I hope I did it justice.
----
It was a cute thing that the two of you started doing shortly after dating. It started out subtle. A belt that looks a lot like Kayn's collar from Heartsteel's MV at an award ceremony together while he wore a coat that really looked like the one in K/DA's latest MV. Nothing too obvious at first, just similar colors, similar styles. A Glove that looks like the same design as Kayn's just a different color when you were at a meet and greet. An array of accessories that look a lot like yours when Kayn was caught flipping off the paparazzi.
Your stylists were both in on it too, having fun throwing the two of you in outfits from the same collection sometimes. Getting you to wear bracelets while Kayn wears the paired rings from the same collection, you wearing a necklace with Kayn's having the same design earring. Cute little fits that are similar yet not, from the same unknown indie designer. More bold choices where you'd have a K on your clothes while Kayn wore your initials in his belt. Just waiting for someone to pick up on what was going on yet not outright announcing anything.
It was all really, really! Cute! Only after a month or so did the fans pick up on it. Then it hit all at once. The net was abuzz with your name and Kayn's. Someone mentioning how your new jacket was in the same collection as Kayn's at the livestreamed event going on right now and boom. Photos of all the times the two of you suspiciously wear things in a matching color scheme, same design, same collection, hell straight up matching shoes at the last Gala. It was insane the amount of press coverage that suddenly were thrown on you both.
That night, you dropped by his hotel room after a long day of trivial idol things. Going through the usual bath and change of clothes. You snuggle up to him in bed as you whip out your phone. Kayn's arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer.
" We should do this more. I can't deny, seeing press like this about myself for once is nice."
Kayn thinks out loud about it while giving your forehead a little kiss. Enjoying this more than he thought he would when you first suggested it. K/DA were supportive of the idea, Ahri finding it super cute while Akali and Eve just wanted to see if Kayn would get himself in trouble (they were betting on it). Heartsteel on the other hand were mixed about it, which just made Kayn want to do it even more! Yone and K'sante didn't really get it at first, Sett (and Alune) Loved it! Ezreal was just salty he wasn't included while Aphelios didn't care for it. It was overall still fun PR for the two bands so all the managers let it happen.
" Honestly I'm surprised it took this long...they were all up in arms within minutes the last time I wore Ezreal's sunglasses to a concert."
Kayn laughs, slowly scrolling through social media as you laid in his arms going through your own phone. Enjoying seeing all the cute comments and speculations people made. Were the two of you dating? Good friends? Is this a teaser for Heartsteel and K/DA getting a collab? Were they just being paid? A PR stunt? They have the same stylists after all. It was so fun! You hold back a laugh as you see the jokes people make about how you seem to steal his rings in some paparazzi's shots or how Kayn keeps showing up near K/DA concert locations suspiciously wearing your fan colors. But none of the fans were wrong, the two of you were just having fun. You were dating him, you two were good friends, maybe the two of you were also secretly writing a collab song and this Was a PR stunt. You finally snicker seeing how close some fans got to the truth.
" Fucking with fans and paparazzi like this is honestly my new favorite hobby...I mean second only to being with you~"
Kayn laughs, teasing you, his free hand gently rubbing your side as he uses his phone with his right. A soft smile on his face while his head leaning against yours while you rest on his chest. He usually doesn't give a shit about rumors or public opinion but...when it came to things like this? It was hella fun. A little sprinkle of havoc. Nothing to get his lover in trouble but enough to satisfy his craving for anarchy. Perfect fun for someone like Kayn while letting you lay your claim on having this man in your life. Nothing that would risk the reputation of you both yet let Kayn be a little bit possessive.
" So, just straight up wearing each other's fanclub merch tomorrow to the event then?"
" You're going to get yourself cancelled Kayn."
He laughs harder, hugging you tight.
351 notes
·
View notes
I'm looking at the old covers for the french books and I just ... who ?? in the actual fuck ?? thought this was not only a good idea for a cover but also for the 1st book ?? I mean look at this ... just WHY ???
https://ia801409.us.archive.org/view_archive.php?archive=/31/items/olcovers98/olcovers98-L.zip&file=980232-L.jpg
Again, like what in the holy hell is this ???? https://img.livraddict.com/covers/19/19766/couv25811289.jpg
what, you mean you don't remember the iconic scenes in EOTW and TGH when rand gets strapped to wheel-like objects with his ass out? it's my favorite part!
small brain:
galaxy brain:
lanfear get over here, there is an ass that's waiting to be spanked! she's so mad that she didn't think of this herself for their TAR meeting
214 notes
·
View notes
Thank you for quality Midvalley content.
Simply. Thank. You.
*Takes a long sip*
Always happy to see people appreciating this lil guy
86 notes
·
View notes
Are you happy? I hope you're well and doing ok ❤️🩹
happy always feels like a very big word but i’ve been sleeping a little better and im content in my filofax. glad to be back working on my zine. and at the end of the week i get to eat a lot of cake
so i am tired but peaceful. thank u for asking 🖤
93 notes
·
View notes
I got an ask about fanfiction and ChatGPT, and I wanted to say something here directly because this does seem important. None of this is a criticism of anyone, because I know how very difficult this topic is.
First, I absolutely see how tempting ChatGPT and other machine-learning engines are to use. But please, please be aware that you're plagiarizing other writers if you use them. These machines are designed to scrape huge amounts of text and form apparently coherent sentences out of them, but they are not your sentences—they're words and images that other people have crafted, that have been jammed together by a machine without thought or emotion. This sort of thing makes me want to stop writing fanfiction altogether, just because it's depressing to think that the things I work on are just going to be repurposed by someone else (often without realizing it) and sold as their own. Anything produced by ChatGPT does not belong to you.
Second, fanfiction and writing in general is about connecting yourself with characters and characters with your readers. It's an emotional connection, a connection between human beings via fiction. It is absolutely an exercise in trust as well, because you're asking your reader to trust you with characters they love, and your reader is asking to be trusted with your words. It's art—yeah, fanfiction is art—and you want your art to be yours. If it's flawed and weird, all the better. It belongs to you.
I'm an editor by profession. I love writing and I love writers. If anyone wants advice (whatever I can give—I'm not gonna say I'm the end-all authority on anything) about how to build effective scenes or characterizations (yeah, including smut—I worked as an editor of romance/erotica for the first years of my career, there's literally nothing that I can be embarrassed by), please do not hesitate to send me an ask or a message. I won't edit your work (sorry, I gotta be paid for that), but I can provide resources and suggestions for how to form those connections with your reader effectively.
Don't resort to ChatGPT.
131 notes
·
View notes
I am in love with the idea of sugar daddy bakugou, he would have to physically drag me out of bed to class, I set like 5 alarms and then still not go
IT'S ABSURD, like you can't even lie to him abt it either because he has your whole schedule memorized!! You think you've finally gotten away with missing one morning class just to sleep in and cuddle, but NOPE, after one hit of the snooze button he's pulling off your blankets and flickering the lights on and off.
You're like, "can't i just be your housespouse, stay home and do chores???"
And he's frowning, "first you were beggin' me for tuition, now you don't even wanna go???" (i'd immediately get up to argue with him but that's another story)
He is so annoying lmfao. Has an argument for all of your complaints, and will try to slap your butt if you don't get up. And the worst part is that he really does want you to do well !!! and get a degree in case you need to support yourself ever. Good LUCK not feeling guilty and trying to get out of homework, too.....
(and LITERALLY ME THIS MORNING, my alarm rang for an hour and apparently i just did not give enough of a fuck to notice😭😭😭)
151 notes
·
View notes
I don’t know if your asleep or not, but I’m here to haunt you with the daily price brainrot.
okay, so- price w/ a small cock and a more chubby smaller body who’s always been uncomfortable with it and self conscious about it to the point of even going to the showers after anyone has left, then one day younger recruit reader finds price crying over his body and decides to fuck some sense into his captain in front of the mirror
-⚰️
Let’s imagine price in the communal showers, sneaking in once everyone gone’s out, soaping himself up fully relaxed because he’s waited so long for this chance.
See Price knows it’s silly, he’s in the army he should be used to taking shower with other men and he is that doesn’t mean that he enjoys it.
So he’ll take the first best opportunity to shower alone, almost sneaking inside into the communal showers which is embarrassing, but he doesn’t allow himself to think too much about it as he lathers soap into his body.
He feels so relaxed like this, humming a tune while letting the hot sprays hit his tense muscles.
“Captain!” Price almost jumps 10 feet into the air, awkwardly bumping into the soap stand as he cranks his neck to meet your gaze.
“Thought I’d find you here” you say with a smirk on your face, fully aware you’d scared the man half way to death.
Price’s looks away from your face down to your body instead, noting the shower products in your hand and the towel hanging dangerous low around your waist.
“What’s so urgent that you had to look for me here?” He says as he discretely turns his body away, enough so that you only get a view of his bare behind.
“Nothing” you say smirk still ever so present on your face as you drop your towel onto the floor “just wanted to see you”
And although price is feeling rather uncomfortable he can’t help but snort at your comment but doesn’t respond.
You quickly make your way over to the shower head next to him, humming a tune of your own while pouring shampoo into the palm of your hand.
As you lather up your hair and body you notice just how tense Price seems to be, keeping his head turned to face the wall, hands close to his chest as if an attempt at covering up every part of his body he can.
“Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy captain” you say in an attempt to tease.
“I’m not” he grunts out but you can still hear the slight discomfort in his voice and can’t help but feel concerned.
You fully turn to him now, soap rinsing off your body as you stand under the hot spray. As if feeling you burn holes into his neck, he turns around to meet your gaze.
“What?” He says, attempting to sound more harsh but looking even more vulnerable with the way he subtly tries to hide himself.
“Are you alright?” You say, concern now prominent in your tone.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
You keep staring at him, silently telling him you don’t believe him, silently telling him that it’s clear as day something is up especially the way he keeps trying to cover himself up as if it’s his first time showering with another man.
Price has never been one to give up easily so it’s only natural that he turns towards you, body in full view while trying to hold your gaze.
Your lips twitch at the corner of your mouth and you desperately try to suppress a smile “Good” you say, licking your lips as your eyes wander down his body “because I don’t see a reason as to why you should feel shy” you say, now sporting a big smile on your face and as price’s own eyes start to wonder, he ends up seeing just how honest you were being.
210 notes
·
View notes
me and my weed ancient
266 notes
·
View notes