#but NO MORE

[anathemafiction]

OMFG HER?.?? AS A (minor) ROMANCE OPTION????? ANA YOU’VE JUST KILLED ME OMGAHSHDHDHSHSHSBSHSAB

😄 She's actually one of the oldest developed characters of the Rose. I came up with her when I created her father and his dynamic with Alessa. 

I really, really like her. I'll be very nervous when I write her introduction — as I am with all the characters that have existed for years in my mind and it's time to pluck them from thought to paper. 

All I'm saying is that she's tied to two of your companions. The past Company gang...

#Idk why I'm revealing so much #I just want to talk about her!!! #but no more #Leona #the golden rose

[luvvs-1820]

I got sick and started to draw scarian sloppy kissing

#luvvs rambles #luvz #I am NOT tagging them🫶🫶🫶 #well… #gtws #grian #but no more #scarian #ok one more

[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

So where are all of the hot takes about Prince Aegon using his position of power to force sex on a poor, young servant girl?  I expected more considering so many of the fandom had no problem condemning Rhaenyra for having sex with Ser Criston, calling her a rapist and that she knowingly took advantage of her position even though the scene was clearly consensual, was written and directed consensually (as per the BTS after video), and Ser Criston had every right as a Kingsguard to say no because of his oaths.  Especially considering his boss is the King, not the Princess, and it’s Ser Criston’s responsibility to not only protect the King and his family from outside harm, but from the king’s family harming themselves, which he should have done with Rhaenyra.  So where are all of these hot takes condemning Aegon for being a rapist?  I’m waiting.

#please don't defend Aegon's actions #he is a horrible person #and doesn't deserve to be king #and while I'm team black #I did initially like Aegon's earlier portrayal #he was definitely sympathetic #but no more #house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd spoilers #hotd #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

[stonecoldsilly]

rue: yes. i broke off the engagement. i'm glad you and the fine lady sylmenar can find companionship and respect for each other. and i wish you all the best, knickolas, i really do...

but grabalba was to marry apollo. a prince of higher rank, who just this evening shot you twice in the back.

do you truly believe he would have been kind to his goblin bride?

isolated, away from her kin, smaller and more monstrous than the court of wonder cares to look upon?

i know exactly how apollo would have treated her. how the court of wonder would have treated her.

the same way they treated me.

the viscountess deserved love. not cruelty.

and so do i.

#rue was stolen #and chose to serve the court of wonder as well as they could #for millennia #but no more #they chose service too hob and it broke them #you'll reach the end of your strength too #captain k.p. hob #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #dimension20 #dimension 20 spoilers #delloso de la rue #battlemaster of ceremonies #hootgrowl endgame #ruehob girlies stay winning

[pluviophile-imagines]

it takes you far too long to realize it.

certainly, you’ve always known that gagamaru is an enormous man. he’s more often than not the tallest person in the room, and though it’s hardly purposeful he doesn’t let you forget that he towers over you—whether it’s leaning in to listen to you talk or tucking your head beneath his chin when given the opportunity—so you’re well aware that he’s objectively, well, big.

but you’ve never quite put two and two together about a specific body part of his until now. it’s a little surprising, really, considering he’s a literal goalie and this is hardly the first time you’ve come to one of his games, but this is the first time you’ve watched him block a shot by catching the goddamn ball with one single hand, so call it extraneous circumstances.

it finally sinks in, witnessing that play. his hands… they’re so big. huge, frankly, all calloused and thick, scarred like crazy (unsurprisingly so, considering his role on the field and how he plays) and suddenly so very noticeable whenever you’re around him.

you can’t help it. it’s like a frequency bias; you’ve noticed it once and now you can’t stop noticing constantly. your eyes are drawn to stare, to pretend you’re not drooling, and thank everything that he’s just dense enough not to pick up on the way you linger on your linked hands when the pair of you are walking or how small certain things like phones and drinks look in his hold compared to yours.

he’d caught a ball the size of your head with just one of those hands. the sight of his fingers around the edges has been seared into your brain.

big. big and so nice.

you lay on the couch with him now, sprawled out with legs all tangled up together where they’re dangling haphazardly over the armrest, your back to his chest, head tucked up beneath his chin. the tv is on, and you know he’s staring wide-eyed at whatever cheesy romance you’d chosen half an hour earlier, yet your attention has strayed to the solid arm he has across your stomach and the big, warm palm (made even larger thanks to splayed fingers) that curls around the small of your waist. his thumb has strayed up beneath your shirt, tracing absent-minded nonsense patterns into your soft flesh.

his other arm dangles over the side and you’re dangerously tempted to sate your all-too-sudden appreciation by reaching for it. you doubt he’d mind—in fact you wonder if he’d notice at all.

beneath you, gagamaru shifts slightly. his hold tightens momentarily to keep you steady with that single arm as he sinks deeper into the couch and hums contentedly. you wonder if he felt the hitch in your breath. if he did, he doesn’t find it worthy of reacting to; his head is still turned so his attention is likely still on the tv.

so, you decide fuck it, and you reach down to take that free hand into your own.

it’s lax in your grasp. the first instinct you have is to measure his palm against yours, so you do—you hold them together, staring down wide-eyed at the many centimeters of difference between your fingertips when comparing like this. and the callouses feel nice against your skin as you push against each finger one by one. longer than yours, and thicker too, they make yours look so small in comparison.

then you turn his hand over, holding it up with both of yours. they still seem dwarfed. you press your thumbs into the fleshiest parts of his palm on either side to watch his fingers flex, turn it around in your hold to trace the veins and scars that trail up the surface and run over the raised knuckles. there’s a mild urge to lift it up to your head yet you know that you won’t be able to see, from your perspective, just how they measure up so you quash it by turning it back over to stare at his palm again.

“what’re you doing?”

you jump a little at the words and that hold on your waist tightens again to keep you in place. it’s been an hour now since either of you have spoken, and the deep timbre of gagamaru’s voice is a little scratchy from disuse, genuinely confused and a little amused as he mutters the words into your hair and noses at your temple.

“nothing…”

a huff of what must be laughter fans air across the back of your neck. it’s all the response you get, but you don’t feel him turn back to the movie. for a heartbeat, then two, the pair of you lay there silently.

then he pulls his hand from your grasp and takes hold of either side of your waist to turn you over. this time you let out a yelp of surprise, only to get a hard squeeze at the flesh of your hips to silence you as you throw your arms out to catch yourself against the arm of the couch before you can slam head-first into your boyfriend.

opening your mouth, you pause your admonishment as he speaks before you can get a word out.

“you like my hands?”

you blink down at him, a little taken aback. it’s a genuine question, the wide eyes and the slight tilt to his head like a confused puppy attest to that, yet there’s something teasing underlying it that makes your brain short-circuit just a little.

“uh…” you clear your throat sheepishly. “yeah. a lot.”

at that he leans up to kiss you.

it’s fast but lingering, a little teasing. when gagamaru pulls away he hesitates like it’s torture, but follows through anyway, throwing his head back against the arm of the couch (which only accentuates the way his adam’s apple bobs when he regards you with a half-lidded look) to put some space between your mouths.

“where?” he murmurs, voice thick with glassy-eyed reverie, dreamy stare never faltering from its lock on your lips even as he presses his hands earnestly into your own.

you take the hint. pulling back to perch more securely on his lap, you wrap fingers around his wrist and pull one of those dinner plate sized hands around to the small of your back. he wastes no time finding the hem of your shirt and slipping his fingers up beneath it, pressing his warm palm flush against the bare skin of your spine.

it’s nice—the single hand takes up a significant portion of your back, and the warmth makes you shiver a little, though in a decidedly good way. you might have taken a moment to melt into it, maybe sigh and dive down to kiss him, but you have a second task.

the other hand you grasp by laying your own over the top. you lace your fingers together backwards, curl yours in over his palm, and direct it up to cradle your cheek. with your fingers over his, you guide him to spread them until they stretch from above your nape to the base of your neck where shoulder and back meet, large and firm in their hold on you.

“like this,” you say, and it’s then that you lean down to kiss him. he pulls you in closer, pressing your torso down towards him and tilting your head up to give him better access as he deepens the kiss with no intentions of stopping.

the movie’s credits roll on, forgotten, on the tv in the background.

#gagamaru x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #mine.🌧 #char.🌧 gagamaru #ok #okokokok #i will not be commenting at this time🧍 #OSNDKSND LISTEN #THIS IS ONLY TWO HAND FICS #THREE IS A PATTERN IM GOOD FOR NOW #ok I commented #but no more #pleading the fifth now 🤐

[yodeleyewho]

Ok so I just watched Wish and I loved it, so I just have to say one thing abt the Wish haters… but please don’t take it too personal……

(mutuals who hated this movie are spared from my wrath <3)

(incoherent stuff beneath the cut)

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU YALL OVEREACTED SOOOOO BAD!! ASHA ISNT EVEN THAT “ADORKABLE” SHE’S FINE, SHE WAS JUST NERVOUS AT THE BEGINNING BUT SHE WAS FINE FOR THE REST OF IT, ASHA’S DRESS WAS PRETTY (was I a bit sad that she didn’t get a new one at the end.. a little bit) THE MUSIC IS GREAT, THE ART WAS BEAUTIFUL, NO WE DIDNT NEED THE STAR PRINCE FROM THE DRAFTS THE STAR IN THE MOVIE WAS FINE THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT UP

#was the movie a good pick for the 100th anniversary? #probably not. but it was still good #was I intrigued by the Star Prince idea at first? yes. #but NO MORE #wish 2023

[arson-jellyfish69]

Finally, after 15 years...

I HAVE MY OWN ROOM!!

#personal stuff #my stuff #my older sister moved out so i now got her room #i cant believe it took 15 years for me to fet my own room #like i am always sharing with one of my sisters #but no more

[sewellove-deactivated9782]

Miami GP — Oscar after qualifying

#u know just one of the key factors of a good racing car #i hope mark webber goes into their stupid base in woking and just shouts at them every week #because i would if i was him #honestly if i had the time id drive to woking to shout at them too #mclaren im still mad #i forgave u a little bit and baku looked promising #but no more #im not hater but i am when it comes to mclaren it seems #miami gp 2023 #oscar piastri #op #sewellove gifs

[geomimetry]

he likes ties guys

#he was blind to the great potential of ties before #but no more #dont pay attention to the fact that wheatleys face changes style for every drawing #i cant draw consistently #portal #portal 2 #wheatley #chell #chelley #my art

[wanukilppari]

I keep forgetting that you can't see tweets anymore without logging in/having an account.

Well guess what Musky! I'm not gonna create one even harder!

(T: someone who just tried to check why ao3 is down)

#Twitter #Ao3 #:( #My friend is my twitter filter #I only get the good stuff #But no more #Why all the news are in twitter... #Does ao3 have offical tumblr? #Ao3 feels like they would have offical tumblr

[p0rk-guts]

I never posted my last 3 artfight attacks did i🧍🏾‍♀️whoops

Oc's belong to ThePokeDoctor (af), @mechanicalprincette, and TruePlanet (af)

#my art #digital art #oc art #artfight #artfight 2023 #team werewolves #it feels to wrong to use these tags months after it's over 😭 #thing is my phone broke and i lost all the progress images for these and it pissed me off soooo bad i never got around to posting them #but no more #other people's ocs

[pkmn-smashorpass]

KitKat anon here AGAIN to remind everyone that my original ask didn't say gardevoir was unfuckable or anything about it's low defenses. My impersonators are fools who can't read

I can’t even tell for sure who’s who now

#okay on the fr #this has been fun and funny #but let’s stop pretending to be other anons #it’s just gonna get confusing and we want to focus on pokemon posts #not anon drama #it has been fun! #but no more #ask #anon #Gardevoir #pkmn smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass #smash or pass #KitKat anon #glad we settled on a name btw

[lil-hal-sillies]

hi

#i plan to put more into this blog since i feel the silliness in me once more #been a while since i have been shy of my facts #but no more #silliness activated… later teehee

[iloveyoufor800years]

i wont lie i have been trapped in a spiral full of darkness

#text #but no more

[tredispade]

its been a hot minute since i last wrote magnai. writing him started as a joke, but then like all jokes, i turn them into serious interpolations. however, there's only so much for him to do in his canon. (since i really don't play 14 much) and since i'm ff7 trash at the core of my being...

i totally have a ff7 verse for him. its a little different though.

i had this idea that his people are basically an off-shoot branch of the cetra. a more live off the land and rejecting modern technology. they're not quite as friendly and will fight back if threatened. but just like their human descendants. they too lost their connection with the planet. all they have left is their traditions and isolation.

the traditions have skewed a little over time. there's a lot more worship that includes the sun and moon, and other celestial bodies. not just the planet itself. and they're dying out. just one small tribe still exists out in the wild. a lot of the dwindling is from the children deciding to embrace the rest of the world and leaving their village.

that's just a small part of what i got so far.

#; ( ooc ) #everything comes back to ff7 #i am not sorry #i get so nervous and afraid of posting random muse things #but no more #i really like this au #and like having magnai dressed in animal skins skulking the streets of midgar

[obitohno]

mini ramble ⤸

so, i know that no one is interested, but years ago, i studied eng lit and creative writing at uni, and because i was constantly writing, with very little appreciation, i ended up falling out of love with it. i didn’t write for years after i graduated, and it was only when i joined tumblr last august that i decided to give it another shot.

i know that most—if not, all—writers go through periodic phases of disliking their works, or lacking the motivation to create pieces, and i am guilty of doing this myself. when i first started writing again, i was proud of myself for breaking away from that abstinence, and although my writing style will probably change over time, for the first time in literal years, i was beginning to feel proud of the writer that i’ve become.

now, as both a reader and a writer, i know how hard it is to remove yourself from the habit of comparing yourself to other artists/writers, and yet i can also appreciate the effort it takes to create something that you’re proud enough to share with the world.

lately, i haven’t been feeling very confident about both my current and previous works—something which, again, many fellow writers will sympathise with—and although i have my own personal doubts about my works, i try to remember the positive feedback that i’ve received over the last few months, and i know that even if i’m not as happy with them as i was when i first posted them, somewhere out there, someone is.

however, yesterday, someone decided to basically confirm what i had already felt: that my efforts aren’t good enough.

i know that people say that you shouldn’t listen to anonymous hate, and i completely agree, but in this instant, whilst i was already feeling pretty rotten, reading that anon truly hurt my feelings.

because, yes, i know that my works aren’t for everybody, just as other people’s works aren’t for me. and yes, i am aware that whilst i have favourite authors on here, the sentiment probably isn’t felt about me, but i still worked very hard to be the writer that i am now, and it cuts deep when someone says that not only will you never be as good as others, but that all of your hard work is for naught.

not only have i aimed all of my studies towards reading and writing, but my interests were heavily influenced by my mum’s talents as a successful screenwriter. i wanted to be like her so much, that my earliest story was written when i was still a child. this has literally been a passion of mine for most of my life.

i may not be your favourite author, nor may my works be your cup of tea, but i’ve worked too fucking hard for someone to tell me that all of my efforts are a ‘waste of time’.

it costs very little to scroll past something that you do not like. it costs even less to be a decent human being.

all of this being said, i hope that no one ever makes you feel the way that you made me feel, but unfortunately for you, i shan’t be following your advice. you do not—and will not—decide whether i give up or not. i may have allowed my emotions to get to me when you first sent that anon, but i can assure you that it won’t be happening again.

i will continue to ‘waste my time’.

maybe you should ‘waste’ yours upon some very much needed self-reflection.

#♡ jordy is thinking ♡ #i have been wallowing #but no more #thank you to those who have always supported me on here #you’re all very much appreciated