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kisscookin · 2 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ♡

— 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 —

hi everyone! its your kisscookin again in another tarot PAC reading :) today, you'll read message that your beloved future spouse want you to know. I channeled each letter exactly the way your spouse said it.

please give a lot of love to this reading cause it's my first reading like that and don't forget to check previous readings here :)

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close your eyes, take a deep breath and think about your person. then choose letter that draws you the most.

sorry for any possible grammar or orthography mistakes. I do not own those pictures.

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𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏, 𝟐, 𝟑

— 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 —

take only what resonates

hi love,

it's been a while since we made telepathic connection, haven't we? do you remember it? did you even noticed messages that I've been sending you non stop? I feel like I'm calling you, but you're not picking up :( my love, I feel so empty without you, like someone ripped my ribcage open and took my heart out? where did you go, where did you hide? have I met you? have I dreamed of you? I don't know. I'm so confused about my love life right now. I feel like I'm standing on this goddamn crossroad and I don't know which way should I go to meet my love of my life, my beloved wifey (hubby), the one that will put heart in my wounded body and mind. Will you do that? Will you give me your heart? I'm so confused.

I'm huge hopeless romantic. I dream about love and soulmates and romance all damn time. I wander alone on the streets of New York (or any other city?), and I see all those happy couples holding hands and kissing each other. I smile at them with pain in my heart and my soul. I'm love sick. I want to love you. I want to kiss you. kissing every inch of your body makes me wanna move mountains, I feel so excited. why? I don't really now. sometimes I get lost in my thoughts and I forget to do my earthy duties and my errands so my boss is mad at me. but I'm Pisces so whatever, I don't care. I love smelling roses, they remind me of the desire hidden inside me to find my love, my beloved, my soulmate, my twin flame. I want to reach my hand to you right now, but I dont know where you are. Will you tell me? Will you find me? Are you even on this earth? man, I can't deal with awful adult life all by myself :( help me out babe. I really need you.

I know I may sound boring, whining and depressed. but trust me, I'm not. I just can't deal with my loneliness and my life without you. you're only one that I need. you're the one that will complete my lost soul. are you ready to join me on my journey? please say that you do :(

Love you :(

Your spouse :(

— 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 —

take only what resonates

tw: swear words

HI,

what's up babyyyy. I know you've been missing me. who wouldn't miss me tbh. I hope you're doing good these days. I'm confident, loud and super outgoing person so I hope I don't scare or intimidate you :3 you're so precious to me ♡ but I'll love the shy look on your face when I'll be flirting with you shamelessly. I'll love how your face becomes red any time I complement and kiss you in front of your family, friends and other people. don't be shy, you can hold my hand or hold my biceps. I know you love my muscles :3

now I'm gonna tell you what's going on in my life. nothing special. I'm working, I'm chilling with my boys, we watch football and other sports together, we drink beer together, we fuck bitches. just what ordinary, stupid guys my age do. I'm single but I don't wanna commit right now. I wanna party like crazy, I wanna gain a lot of experience, so later on life I would be perfect husband (wife) for you. I'll be loyal and committed to you till my death, but right now I don't care about relationships. those cheap bitches ain't as precious as you so I'm not planning on ....... omg I was about to spill a secret 🤫 am I a fuckboy (fuck girl)? yes. do I care? no. but sooner or later this period will come to an end and along my path I will find you ♡ my dearest ♡

babyyy, sorry if my message is tooooooo short but I don't have anything else to say to you :3 we still have a long journey ahead of us before we meet so my love, please live your life to the fullest and try to experience as many things as possible, so one day when we lay down in your bed, with a glass of wine, we can share our most fucked up and funny stories. babyyy I promise I'll make you laugh until you struggle to breathe.

keep yourself safe my dearest ♡

your spouse :3

— 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 —

take only what resonates

hii,

how are you? how you doing? :) recently I moved out from my family house to collage. it's been rough period in my life but somehow I managed to get through it. I miss my family soo freaking much. I'm here alone. I'm shy, so it's struggle to find friends. but my love I promise I'm working on all my anxieties and my shyness. I'm practising being more open and bold but sometimes I hold up. I'm naturally very introverted and I love living in my inner temple. I love meditating and I do it a lot. it helps me soothe my loneliness and my past wounds. also it helps my cope with stress. my love, do you meditate? if not, then try it. lately you've been nervous and stressed. it's not worth it. take care of your mind, soul and body. it's important. take all witamins and nutrition. eat healthy and drink enough water. I study degree related to those issues so trust me, I know what I'm talking about :D I'm a nerd 🤓 but you'll learn a lot from me and I'll learn from you. our relationship will be very growth orientated.

I've never had any girlfriend (boyfriend) before, so at the beginning things may be awkward for a while. please don't be turned off by that 🙈 I'm a fun person after all, but it takes time to break my hard shell. I've been like that since I was little child.

my love, you'll recognise me easily when we finally meet. I always wear glasses and turtleneck (not in summer tho) and I always carry classic book with me and of course coffee. I may look like new yorker or sophisticated parisian. I love plants and I recently decorated my collage room with plants and other hipster stuff. I love aesthetically pleasing things.

my love, take good care of yourself. can't wait to kiss you 💋

your spouse ♡

《 KissCookin 》

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wobblefloss · 1 month

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Eighteen of you booped me so tenaciously, so prodigiously, so shamelessly, that you blotted out the sky in my notifications.

Hats off to some real MVPs. Y'all're the best Boopers that ever did boop. Trophies for all y'all.

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Y'all made my day and I'd sure like to keep in touch. I'm not always very talkative with my own posts, but I'm around reblogging this and that. Hit me with a boop whenever you like. Thanks again for playing along with me!

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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got any plo koon fic recs? looking for some new stuff that's good. one shots and long fics welcome! I'll take anything i can get

Shamelessly promoting my own:

Dom!Plo ask by yours truly, submitted by the lovely @mild-disorganization

Some tired dad!Plo headcanons maybe?

And for some that I have read and adored:

Plo Koon Masterlist by @my-head-is-an-animal (Mixed)

Thigh Kink with Plo by @saradika (NSFW)

Not a fic, but hella spice by @saradika (SFW & NSFW)

Friendship - Plo Koon & Wolffe by @wild-karrde (SFW)

PloKit Art (their entire blog) by @uiro-mgmg1 (NSFW - mostly art)

SFW & NSFW Alphabets for Plo by @samspenandsword

My favorite ♥:

Sovereign (PloKit, idk if you're into it, but I am) by @tits-fisto (NSFW but very wholesome)

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow (SFW)

Name and Soul by @decepticonsensual (SFW)

Haven't read but is on queue when I have the mood and will power to actually read and not thirst for our Kel Dor Emperor ♥

of claws and tusks by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- Apparently, it's hella angsty and I reserve the angst for weekend when I'm not out here thirsting for this King.

in deditionem by my bestiecakes ♥ @saengak <- I've seen them write ♥, it makes me squeeeeeeee ♥

Helium by @cynderiaopus who also made my current bomb AF pfp of Plo steepling ♥

Other materials and interesting read:

@exosorcery has very interesting comics and posts about Kel Dors in general. Here's one specific of Plo Koon:

A few faves from them:

@veny-many for their AUs and Plo Koon & Wolfpack Art (also includes others) <- Presenting you the bebbis ♥

My faves:

The entire post AU 66 where Plo lives is a quintessential to any post AU 66 imho because I'm heavily invested in this and I'm about to cry because I need to organize my bookmarks (and update this) so I can give you the proper start to fin link.

I'd post more from @veny-many and @exosorcery, but if you spend a good 10 minutes scrolling, you'll be there forever. Quality art content!

You may also want to check World building and ConLang Kel Dor study, apart from their OC x Plo Koon art. Big thanks for this neat document by @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

[[ @plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows I hope it's okay to share. If not, I can take it down ♥ ]]

So far just these at the top of my head. Thank you for the Plo-related ask :D! I enjoyed sifting through my bookmarks ♥

Don't forget to give love and reblog, comment, follow these amazing people who do so much for the Plo Koon, Dorin, Kel Dor tags ♥

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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you know what | eddie munson pt. 2

SUMMARY : innocent little curiosities turned corrupted by your own metalhead boyfriend. it’s your turn to help him.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist, pt. 1

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : smut (sloppy handjobs, first times, p in v, unprotected sex & hint of slight sub! eddie) you’re holding his hair up while he’s fucking you damn

WORD COUNT : 2,798

a/n: apparently tumblr won’t show my post. so i had to repost again. bummer. 🤬

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“so?”

you blinked, sitting up, trying to sit up as you winced at the soreness and dampness. your eyes were glued to the huge tent on his checkered boxers, unknowingly your thighs rubbed against each other at such wonder and desire to see his cock get all hard and heavy for you.

“you look so cute right now.” he muttered, eyes greedily taking in how you got turned on again. taking in how your bare skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, your nipples erect from the arousal and the cold air, face glowing, and lips pouty from his kisses. a whole meal in front of him that he just wants to devour right away. but he’s a patient man, he’s always been. but right now that implication was slowly breaking as he palmed himself shamelessly, the ache making him groan.

“is it uncomfortable?” you softly asked, noting the way his brows furrowed, making him seem he was in pain. he let out a breathy short laugh as he crawling towards you, removing his shirt to elevate the hotness of his body heat, caging you now as his nose brushed against yours. you cupped his cheeks, making him melt at one single touch you had on him.

“kinda.” he groaned out, the bulge rubbing against your inner thigh as he gestured. “look at what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“i wanna help you.” you kissed him, caressing his blushed out face as he started rubbing himself slightly. the friction relieving the tension a bit. eddie smiled against your lips seeing how eager you are. the hands on his cheeks gently glided down to his chest, small teasing caresses as you hovered it above the hemline of his boxers. eddie gasped as your fingers hooked on the elastic, freeing his cock as the air made him bury his face at the side of your head. inhaling your damp scent, bucking slightly at how the warmth of your hand hovered above his straining cock. not really knowing what to do.

it’s big. you noted, girth wide and length intimidating to touch. ever so curiously, the tip of your fingers pressed against the red bulb tip, eliciting a throaty moan from your boyfriend’s muffled mouth. eddie was dying in the inside to feel your soft fingers rub it, it wasn’t enough but it sure had him bucking down again with eagerness. you pursed your lip, focused now as you finally wrapped your hand around the thick cock, the feeling so embarrassing how heated you are just by touching him.

“d-do i… just rub it?” you whispered, shy you are on how you didn’t know how to pleasure him. eddie adjusted himself, laying flat on his back as you sat up, thighs together, still holding his cock. it felt heavy and thick and you wanted so badly to know how to please him.

“kinda. but i do it l-like this. fuck—“ eddie held your wrist, how small your hand is wrapped around his bare dick. a bit wet because of his precum. you matched the rhythm, up and down, following his instructions. it was so amazing to see how he closed his eyes, drowning in the pleasure of having you jack him off. one of his fantasies he’d been jerking his cock off every night now came true. eddie’s chest heaved, gripping the sheets underneath him, he bucked his hips up feeling a warm wetness drip down his cock. he cocked his eyes open, seeing you actually spit on his fucking cock as you continued to pump him, confident to go even faster than he intended. jesus, he’d have a heart attack right now.

“baby, sweetheart, you’re doing s-so good.” he praised, one hand caressing your side, down to your ass, slapping it with appreciation. you giggled, leaning down to kiss him, tongue circling messily against his. eddie moaned, feeling your hand jerk him faster than ever. he mumbled so many praises, ones that made you blush even deeper, giddy you are how dirty his mind is. and how fucking cute he is in your hold.

“are you gonna cum?” you nipped his earlobe, making him harshly let out a curse. the sloppiness of your hand with your saliva and his precum mixing, finding that if you swiped your thumb on the tip he was a whimpering mess. you smirked, kissing his jaw lovingly as eddie cried out that he’s almost there. feeling a slight throb, his rambles were spewing in the air as you suddenly retracted your hand away. leaving his dick to flop against his lean stomach, red and angry it was on the tip. you could almost hear it scream at you in anger, lol.

“what the fuck?” eddie asked breathlessly, whining. doe eyes staring at you. “that’s not fair, i was so close.”

“says the one who tortured me with his fingers a while ago.” you let out a laugh as you pecked his red cheeks, caressing his bare tatted chest for a silent apology. you were aching, your cunt dripping at the mere fact you just pleasured him. he was hot, super hot being so whiny and eager by your soft hand.

“but you squirted after that.” he countered, smirking smugly. you rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as you glanced to his cock again.

“eddie. i want you inside me, please.” you begged, removing your shirt as your breasts popped out. you straddled his waist, hands on his chest as you pouted. oh, he was so fucking bliss out that he’d do anything for you. shamelessly grabbing your breasts in his hands, rolling your nipples in his fingers making you mewl, he vigorously nodded feeling your warm cunt brush against his dick. your eyelashes fluttered, still begging for him to do something.

“pretty please.”

“anything, anything for you, god, i could give you anything.” he promised, sitting up to toss you again on the bed. you squealed, laying flat on your back. he admired the way you looked at him, glancing down again to see you so ready for him seeing your pussy glisten. “i love you so much.”

your heart warmed, never getting tired to hear those words. “i love you too.”

“you know, i know we both haven’t ‘ya know.” he awkwardly gestured, rubbing your thighs with his big hands, gripping the soft flesh as his shyness came back a bit. oh, both of you were complete virgins. obviously you had zero to none of a sexual experience than eddie may have had by himself. but he knows he hasn’t done that deed in his life. no one has ever wanted to fuck a freak, obviously.

“i want this. i want you to be my first.” you muttered, sure as ever as you asked him the same thing, nervous if he’d back out. “do you want me to be your first, edds?”

“more than ever.” he immediately answered, kissing your knee. pussy drunk now as you opened your legs for him, inviting him to get on with it. “jesus, you’re so eager. your cunt’s practically dripping.”

“eddieeee.” you whined, impatient now. you thrusted your hips up as he chuckled darkly, positioning himself in your thighs, cock brushing against your cunt as your chest felt tight, excited as ever. as hard as his cock was, the look of it was intimidating seeing how pointed it was. eddie met your gaze, pumping himself quickly as he aligned his to yours. you gave him a small smile, nodding as you were ready to brace him. a little scared how he’s gonna fit in when he literally didn’t fit your hand.

“nice and slow. tell me when it hurts. we’ll stop.” he reminded you with a gentle tone. you nodded, opening your arms to welcome him as he leaned down to kiss your cheek before pushing the head of his cock in slowly. both of you shuddered at the contact, overwhelming it is as he pushed himself in, inch by inch as you winced a bit at the burn of the stretch. eddie watched your face for any reaction that would cause concern, your walls were tight, warm they are as he felt himself wanting to cum just by this. it was like a warm blanket welcoming him. while you, the snugness you felt was a bit uncomfortable but it sank in you.

“it’s too big.” you murmured, feeling him slide in more inches.

“fuck, yeah.” he groaned out, a sudden ego boost from your words. god, he was so easy to please as he bottomed himself inside of you. kissing your cheeks again as tears stained your eyes at the hurt of the stretch.

“shh, it’s all in. wanna take a minute?” he cooed, thumb brushing the tears away. you nodded as he steadily stilled himself, waiting for your signal to move. you sighed, leveling your breath as the burnt feeling slowly died out, replacing only the snugness of his cock inside you. a bit foreign it was than his fingers but way big that it had you clenching just how massive his girth and size is. his forehead rested upon yours, eyes staring into yours with so much adoration in it you couldn’t help but put on a smile. you kissed the tip of his nose, his bangs tickling your skin as your hands went up to his messy hair, pushing it back to grip it like it was a ponytail. he was sweating, and it looked like he needed a bit of air on his neck to cool him off.

“you can move now.” you pecked his lips. holding his hair in one hand as the other gripped his broad shoulder for leverage. he sighed in bliss at the cold air hitting the back of his neck and his ears, heart thumping how thoughtful you are.

“you okay with holding my hair up?” he asked, amused how you seem to care for him amidst your own hurt. you nodded, liking the way his curly hair felt in your hand as eddie started to move hips. you whined, cock rubbing against your tight walls as his balls slapped against your pussy. it was slow, his pace was gentle, he was attentive to look at your face whenever he had hit a spot that made you let out that sultry moan he adored. it felt so good, so warm, so wet, so sloppy as he thrusted in and out, more confident to see you writhing in pleasure by his touch.

“been dreaming of you every night like this. taking my cock like a champ you are. so fucking gorgeous getting fucked.” he groaned out, pumping his up faster as the echo of skin slapping filled his room.

“a-ah, eddie.” you gasped as you felt his fat bulb tip rub against that sweet spot that made you arch your back. eddie smirk, pounding in that same spot with no hesitation, knowing how comfortable you are now. your pretty little moans took over as he lifted his head up and chest a bit, leveraging himself with hands either side of your head. you manage to keep his hair up as he started kissing every skin his lips would meet, trailing down to soft kiss the valley of your breasts. you whined, feeling his mouth enclose one nipple, alternating as he sucked and sucked like he depended on it. his hips rutted, fucking you harder as his hips drove in, pumping up and down making you moan out his name like a chant.

“fuck me harder, edds. please.” you pleaded, slightly tightening your grasp on his hair making him grunt in pleasure. “it’s feels too good.”

“yeah, yeah. fuck, jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he yelped, rutting in you like a wild animal. your whines went a pitch higher as he found himself pussy-fucked, drunk in gaze, blurry it was as he chanted your name out again and again. cock rubbing your walls, so wet and sloppy making him tilt his head back, your hand still gripping his locks. nails digging on his shoulder as you cried out how fucking hard and rough he was slapping his dick in you.

you squealed as he gripped your hips tight, balls slapping loudly against your puffy lips. you cried out as eddie mercifully pounded harder, one hand sneaking in to your rub your swollen bean with harsh firm circles. you hips rutted, trembling you are as you tried to keep steady. eddie growled, the sight of his guitar pick dangling above you making you moan out his name again and again, throat raspy as you felt yourself cumming into an orgasm.

“oh, sweetheart.” eddie cried out, rutting endlessly in your pour pussy as he felt himself twitch, balls tightening, everything felt like a white-hot flash of light hit him in the head. you screamed, gripping his hair and shoulder tight as you came before him, walls clamping him, making him spill out his cum inside of you with a gasp. eddie gripped your thigh harsh as he fucked himself in, chasing that orgasm as he let out a huff of breath. both of your chest heaved, sweat glistening each skins. your eyelids fluttered closed as you loosened the grip on both of your hands, dropping both to the side with utter tiredness and bliss overwhelming your body. eddie’s breaths were loud, he blinked, completely fucked out of his brains on how good that felt. he looked down to see his cock still planted deep inside you, cum gushing in, he slowly pulled out making you both whimper at the loss. too good.

“ ‘s too sticky.” you mumbled sleepily as eddie glanced down to see his own cum drip out of your wet cunt. he kissed your knee again, bliss across his whole body and face. taking a place beside you as he pulled you against his warm chest. you kissed the skin brushing against your lips, resting your head above his heart as sleep slowly started to take both of you in. no other words spoken. completely fucked out.

“love you.” eddie whispered, kissing the top of your head. so much love in his chest that he had for you and for this wonderful experience you two shared because of your innocent curiosity.

“ ‘m love you too.” you muttered, the comforting drowsiness lulling you both into sleep. just pure bliss.

•••

“afternoooon!” eddie greeted the hellfire table as they all sat down for lunch as usual. lucas was finally here, everything seemed to be okay as you came into the view. wincing as eddie spotted you and pulled you into his hold with a cheek grin on his lips. dustin grimaced at the affection as mike suspiciously stared at the two seniors. something was a bit off to say.

“rough night, y/n?” gareth chuckled noting the tiredness written across your face. you rolled your eyes at him as you scooched him to the side to sit next to eddie.

“woah, really rough night, i guess.” gareth laughed as the rest followed into chuckles. you ignored them as you tried to get the stupid coke to open, wincing a bit as your finger hurt in the process.

“fuck me.” you mumbled as eddie snorted at that. he quite literally did last night.

“so, did y/n get to know the answer to the question yesterday?” jeff teased as you stuck your tongue out to them. their constant teasing was annoying but you suppressed a smirk knowing you got more than an verbal answer.

“oh, she did. trust me.” eddie winked as they all suddenly shot their brows up to the roof. you snorted seeing everyone’s faces started to drop at the confusion. lucas’ eyes widened at the sudden silence, looking left and right to see how they were looking at you and eddie. what’s happening?

“what do you mean by that?” dustin asked curiously. clueless as ever.

“oh, none that you have to know, little shrimp. you know what.” eddie smirked as mike face dropped at the realization. “just to say i taught her real good—“

“eddie!” you scolded him with a pout.

“kidding.” eddie laughed as he kissed your cheek lovingly, leaving the boys to their imagination. your cheeks felt hot as you couldn’t look your boyfriend in the eye knowing hell how he’s caressing your thigh underneath the table because how sore he made you. all of them suddenly started to fake a wretch expression as eddie let out a laugh while you looked away, embarrassed as ever. mike and dustin seem to caught on as lucas was left to watch the hellfire table turn into chaos as he looked to eddie and you for answers. clearly too unaware as well.

“why is everyone throwing up!?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #stranged things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites

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sparrowsworkshop · 1 year

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“Let Sleeping Dogs Lie” by OneWingedSparrow

Fic Summary: Post-The Last Wish. In a quiet moment on the ship, Puss in Boots ponders how nice it is to not be alone for once. Main Tags: Puss in Boots & Kitty Softpaws & Perrito, Found Family, Fluff Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~

It was strange, not being alone.

Sure, sure, at Mama Luna’s home, Puss had never been left alone. There was always someone’s mittened paw thrust in his face, while he unsuccessfully attempted to sleep. Always someone’s bony shoulder bumping into his, while he suffered dunking his beard into the disgusting, rock-hard pellets claiming to be food. Always someone’s nosy gaze burning holes into his fur while he tried to take a dignified crap on the...well, the completely vulnerable and thoughtlessly out in the open and holy frijoles, couldn’t the woman have at least provided a cardboard box or something for privacy?—litterbox. No one had ever left him alone for a single moment, ever given him a crumb’s worth of privacy. That had been exhausting.

But this…? This was a different kind of not being alone.

One that felt...significantly better.

Puss glanced down at Perrito’s sleeping form. The little dog’s head was resting on Puss’s stomach like had happened that fateful day in the forest. All else of Perrito couldn’t be seen, concealed by Puss’s discarded cape. Perrito’s soft snores were a constant hum of white noise, almost in rhythm with the lackadaisical waves clapping against the ship.

They’d weighed anchor hours ago, and Puss had sat down for a breather, only to find that Perrito wanted attention. The little dog didn’t chatter as much as Puss mentally prepared himself for. Instead, Perrito quietly turned a circle, lay down, and sighed happily, eventually falling asleep.

Yes, one could perhaps say that such an innocent gesture had caught Puss in Boots off guard...but, he reasoned, a fearless hero must ever adapt to the unexpected.

He still had much to learn during this last life of his.

A great yawn stretched Puss’s mouth. He shifted slightly, rubbing his fur against the mast behind him. A functional backrest, but not the most comfortable.

“Are you going to stay up here all night?”

The mockery was, he noted with a grin, decidedly quieter than normal. Puss turned to see Kitty standing nearby. Her blue eyes gleamed in the dim, but her silhouette was slightly off. He raised an eyebrow. She’d swiped his hat again and was shamelessly flaunting it.

“You know,” Puss said lightly, “if you really fancy that style all that much, you could get one of your own.”

“Ugh, then I would match you.” Kitty shuddered dramatically, but he saw her smiling. “How disgusting.”

“Disgusting?” he scoffed. “Puss in Boots boasts only the most fashionable hat in all the land!" "We are not on land anymore," Kitty countered. "I do not think your argument stands." Ignoring her, Puss continued, with a wave of his paw, "It would be a bold statement to replicate such a distinguished style!”

“Like your beard?”

“The beard was fine,” he huffed. “Just itchy.”

“Mmmhmm,” Kitty mused. She tilted the hat mischievously, revealing more of her face. “And why should I get one of my own when I can just take yours whenever I please?” With a flourish, she swung his hat aside and plopped it right over his face.

“Exactly why you should,” Puss grumbled into the crown, though he wasn’t all that bothered. She always gave back what she stole from him.

Puss returned his hat to its rightful place, taking care to fluff the feather. Kitty raised her paw, as if testing the night air. “It’s cold up here,” she said. “You should come down where it is warm.”

He straightened the brim and nodded at Perrito. “I do not wish to move him.”

“Oh, you are a big softie,” Kitty said teasingly. “The fearsome hero, Puss in Boots, staying up all night above deck because he did not wish to wake a little dog.”

“You would have done the same, Kitty Softpaws.”

“Don’t be so grumpy.”

“I am not being grumpy—”

“But you are being loud! Shush!” Kitty knelt beside him. “Here, I’ll do you a favor. That way you owe me later.”

The true generosity of an outlaw, he thought. Always willing to lend a hand, so long as something was promised—or simply “provided”—in return.

Not that he minded paying her back.

True to her reputation, Kitty executed her plan with nary a sound. Carefully, she wrapped the cape around Perrito, snuggling him in a big fabric burrito, and scooped him up. Perrito burbled in his sleep, but otherwise didn’t stir.

Puss noted how Kitty’s expression shifted to something quite tender, but chose not to comment, lest she rob him of his hat again...or worse.

Now that the weight was off him, Puss felt free to stand. Having leaned against the mast for so long, his back was somewhat stiff, and made a loud crack when he stretched.

He caught Kitty’s eye again. She snorted. “And you would have kept in that position all night,” she tsked as she headed for the cabin. “Maybe even the next day too, if Perrito slept in.”

Puss followed her step for step, right by her side. “Are you not supposed to let sleeping dogs lie? Is that not a whole thing?”

“Not all the time, you shouldn’t.” Kitty bumped his shoulder with her own. “And...I am glad you did not with us, Puss in Boots.”

Despite the chill she claimed was in the air, Puss suddenly felt quite warm. He could not help but grin, as that warmth that radiated in his chest soon spread all the way down to the honored boots his mamá had given him so long ago.

Maybe, Puss thought, this different kind of Not Being Alone was not so strange after all.

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the-witty-pen-name · 2 years

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The Nanny Pt. 11

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: SMUT, fingering (+ a lil anal fingering), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, Daddy kink, softdom!Lee, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, fluff

Author’s Note: Wow, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve updated this fic. I am so sorry it’s taken so incredibly long. I was really struggling with writing for a while but I’m happy to be posting again! I will finish this fic if it is the last thing I do haha it’s going to be 15 parts.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it! I will reblog soon with the taglist.

Series Masterlist // My Masterlist

No one would look at Lee Bodecker and pin him as a generous lover. He takes, and doesn’t give unless he receives. He’s like this in all aspects of his life. Anything and everything it takes to just have more, and to be more, and to accumulate power. It’s his motivation. To be the one in control, to be the one who takes what they want and fuck the consequnces- even though there hardly are none.

And yet, for you, the most selfish man imaginable has spent hours with his head ducked under the skirts of your dress. You’re laid out on his bed, with only the corset long forgotten while he’s devoured and drank you in like a man starved. He’s made you cum so many times now, and he’s still fully dressed. His large hands are outstretched across your thighs, holding you in place as his movements make you squirm.

He shamelessly kisses, licks, and sucks until you're squirming. His hands firmly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It’s unfair, the way he makes you finish so effortlessly. You swear you can feel him smirking against your folds, before he finally resurfaces. He’s cocky. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it. He unashamedly smiles at you, almost in a boyish way, and his eyes linger at the way your chest heaves as you try to come back down from your high.

It was almost embarrassing if you thought about it long enough to care. The way Lee ushered the sitter out for the night as fast as humanly possible. The kid did her best to try to give Lee updates, and he just almost looked like he was able to pay attention. As soon as the door closed and she made her swift exit, Lee confirmed Val was asleep soundly before hooking his arm around your waist and sweeping you into his bedroom.

There wasn’t an inch of skin on your body that his lips didn’t touch, his tongue sweeping up your navel, and biting small kisses as soon as you were bare to him. You would try your best to say something, but the sensation of his calloused hands on your thighs and his lips on your chest was so overwhelming good that you ached.

“Look at you,” he marvels when he finally decides to come up for air, slick coating his chin and he looks like he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down to kiss you, and the salt on his tongue when your teeth haphazardly clash together in the heat of it all.

He only shows hesitance in his movements when it comes time to remove his own costume. You’re spread out naked on his sheets while he hovers above you still fully clothed. You pout and tug at the hem of his shirt and you catch the way his eyes fall, and that’s the first time you see how insecure he is.

“Want to see you,” you mumble, pulling him in for another kiss. You drag it out, making it slow and passionate. The best way that you can tell him you love it. It’s no secret he’s got a belly, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You could swear on your life you saw his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. He’d never admit it, but eventually your hands rubbing up and down his torso convinces him to finally shed the layers.

“Fuck me,” you groan at the sight of his cock once he’s tossed his boxers aside. “Lee, god you’re gorgeous.”

“I should be the one saying that about you, darling,” he mutters against your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

You’re so desperate, and you’ve lost count how many orgasms his been able to coax out of you. You shiver when his fingers find your clit, making sure you’re ready for him. You’re almost whining for him to hurry up, and he chuckles at your growing impatience. The memories of just being here are already hazy from your constant climaxes since he shut the bedroom door. It’s felt like hours, and he’s not even inside you yet. It’s excruciating how he’s been able to pull you apart and not quite pull you back together yet. You’ve made a mess of his sheets, and you’re convinced your nails have made indents on his headboard to match the ones you’ve made on his shoulders.

It stretches you when he finally pushes his cock inside you. You also feel a smidge of pride when his breath shakes when he pushes inside for the first time. It’s cliche to say, but it’s perfect, and he hits so deep almost effortlessly. When he finds his rhythm and quickens his pace, he wraps your legs around him and he’s relentless once he knows you're comfortable.

You don’t know what time it was when you both finally slept. The sun was daring to just show itself when you looked out the window as you caught your breath on your back. You remember Lee and his low groan getting up and mumbled something about cleaning you up, but soon enough you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after he began the run the warm cloth over the span of your skin.

You wake up to the sound of a loud knock on the front door god knows how much later. It makes you jump and your eyes wake suddenly. Natural daylight of the afternoon lights up the whole room. You hear the pads of Lee’s feet as he hurries to the door, saying he’s coming, and you hear the familiar babble Val makes when she sees someone she knows.

You’re sore, your head feeling so clear and well rested but your legs feel too heavy to move, and the soreness from the way Lee stretched you out has stayed well into the afternoon it seems. You can’t make out who is at the door but you can hear the muffled voices. You decide for now that it’s best to stay put. If you emerge from the bedroom now, it could only be horrible timing.

There’s an exchange you can’t hear, it’s a woman’s voice but that’s all you can distinguish. You hear the door close and you debate whether or not to get up and grab your discarded clothes. You haven’t moved when the door starts to slowly creek open. It’s Lee, disheveled morning bed head and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, wearing blue pajama pants, with the matching shirt opened showing his undershirt. You imagine he shuffled to throw them on to answer the door.

“Morning,” he mumbles, leaning over the bed and kissing you on the cheek. He pulls back the covers and takes his spot next to you, shedding the pajama shirt. You instinctively shuffle closer, and he pulls you into his chest. It felt normal, so effortless. It just fit.

He’s so soft. For a man so scary and a reputation that goes across the whole county, he’s so damn soft and warm. His fingertips graze your skin like your something much more delicate than you are. He kisses your forehead, and you can hear his heartbeat through the tough exterior he’s never without until now.

“I called Mrs. Hughes,” he explains, “Told her you were under the weather and I needed someone to watch Val for the day.”

You tsk and jokingly call him a liar, and his grin spreads across his whole face.

“I just wanted more time like this,” he whispers, moving to cup your cheek in his hand. “‘Fore the real world pulls us back again.”

“You think I’d want to be spending my day off here?” You tease, making him roll his eyes. He playfully pushes himself away, and sits up, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes he had on his nightstand. You watch him go through the motions, the instinctual way he lights it and brings it to his lips.

You know you should tell him to stop. You know you should lecture him on how it’s a filthy habit, and it’s bad for his health, and also yours. But watching him is mesmerizing, you can’t pinpoint why, but watching him smoke like this might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

You shuffle up slightly, and lay your arm across his torso, resting your head on his side and looking up at him. He takes a couple drags, and rests his head back against the headboard. You watch the way the smoke swirls when he exhales, and you commit to memory the way it looks when he brings it up to his lips.

“So, what are we doing today?” You ask, breaking the silence, rubbing his chest.

“Well,” he says thoughtfully, pretending to begin an elaborate plan. “Right now, I’m going to finish this.” He holds up the half finished cigarette. “Then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh?” you manage to ask, flustered, and it makes him grin wickedly.

“If you can be a good girl and be patient,” he replies, taking another agonizingly slow drag. You nod and he smiles. “Maybe be a good girl and show Daddy how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little pussy.”

This. This is the Lee you imagined. This is how he behaved in the dreams you keep to yourself, and what you imagine him saying in the dirty little fantasies you can’t repeat. You feel yourself practically throb at the way his tone shifts, and the way he looks at you because he knows he already has you wrapped around his finger.

You slid on top of him, still hazy with sleep, and you fumble with pulling down his pants. One hand balances the cigarette and the other runs over your head affectionately as he watches you amused. You can see the way his cock is straining against the material and you can feel the wetness pool between your thighs with your own anticipation.

Lee is trying his best to look indifferent, and he knows he’s failing miserably. His eyes are locked on you. The way you sleepily manage to undress him, and the way your eyes widen for the briefest moment before doing your best to hide it. He’s enamored with every little movement and he can’t dare to look away. He does for only the briefest moment to tap his cigarette against his ashtray and as he does, he feels your lips wrap around him and you sink down deliciously slow. It makes him shiver, and he would swear he could feel you smirk.

You’re beautiful, absolutely the most stunning woman ever to grace his presence. He can’t believe how you want to be here with him. He swears in that moment he ain’t ever going to take that for granted. He holds the top of your head as you move up and down on his cock, and he strokes your head, mumbling about how fucking beautiful you look with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

The praise makes you practically preen, and it makes you feel so confident. You try your best to ignore how wet you are. You squeeze your thighs together to create some friction to relieve even a little bit of the way you’re feeling.

“Lemme see you baby,” he coaxes, and you lift your eyes up to meet his. He discards the cigarette in the ashtray. “You’re so pretty, darling.”

He guides your face up gently and holds it in his hands, pulling you up to kiss you like it was unbearable to wait. You moan softly in surprise as he moves his arms down to wrap around your back and he gently urges you forward.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart,” he praises, sliding down to lay his head on the pillows so you’re straddling his torso. He looks even more disheveled, and he’s looking at you with such a sense of just pure longing. “Princess,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your thighs, “c’mere, sit on my face.”

“A-are you sure?” you ask, hesitantly. He nods, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs, urging you closer.

“Please baby, lemme taste you,” he pleads. “I can see how wet you are, darling. Please, baby girl, let Daddy fuck you with his tongue.”

You move yourself so you’re hovering over him. You wait, expecting him to change his mind. But he pulls you down, almost immediately, and you brace your hands on the headboard.

You immediately feel his tongue on your folds, and you’re amazed how much he’s into it. You’d expect him to be a selfish lover, never would you ever imagine you’d have Lee Bodecker absolutely worship between your thighs. He sucks and kisses your clit, making you weak in the knees. He works his tongue methodically and teasingly, until you tugging gently on his hair and begging him to let you cum.

You feel it in your whole body, when you feel yourself cum on his tongue. You feel him tighten his grip around your thighs, pulling you down closer as you do, like he’s determined to absolutely devour you.

Your legs are shaky as he gently moves you down to laying on your back. He smirks, laying down next to you, glistening with your slick. You can taste yourself when you lean over and connect your lips with his. He smiles, sliding his hands up and down the length of your sides, taking in the feeling of every single inch of you.

You arch into his touch and he mumbles his approval against your lips. His hands squeezing as much flesh as his can of your thighs, and your ass. You roll onto your stomach and then kiss him one more time.

“I thought you were going to fuck me Daddy?” you tease, slowly arching your ass up and running a finger across his lips. He groans happily, adjusting himself behind you. His hands massage and squeeze your ass, taking a moment to enjoy the way you look like this, before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, pushing back impatiently. “Need you to fuck me,” you beg. He groans appreciatively, continuing to tease you with his cock as your wetness drips down your thighs. He teasingly, presses his thumb gently against your ass, feeling out your response. You moan, gasp surprised at how fucking good it feels and you beg for him to keep going. He continues to gently tease and rub your tight little hole, and thrusts his cock into your pussy.

You're a babbling little mess of tears, and Lee continues to tease how cute you look when you’re stuffed with his fingers and his cock. You beg him to fuck you harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige. He moves his hands to grip your waist and continues to thrust at a brutal pace. You can feel how deep he is inside you, and it makes your brain fuzzy. He’s urging you to be a good girl and cum, refusing to finish until you finish, and he feels you tighten around him. You soak his cock as you scream out in pleasure at your orgasm tearing through your whole body. Once he’s worked you through your orgasm, he pulls out and finishes on your back as you collapse on the sheets.

“Wow,” he marvels, collapsing down on his back next to you. You smile softly, your eyes closed from exhaustion. He doesn’t let himself get too comfortable, before he gets up to clean you up. He takes care of you first while you lay relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, and then he takes care of himself before joining you on the bed again.

You kiss him quickly, then rest your head on his chest. He smiles, and kisses your head. He sighs contently, wrapping an arm around you. He looks to the window, seeing how it’s become the late afternoon. He can’t believe you’ve spent the whole night before and almost all of today in his bed. He hates to think about it ending. He looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 4:21 pm

“Surprised my roommate hasn’t called for me,” you ponder, “Suppose she might be exhausted from her shift, might think we just missed eachother.”

“Yeah,” he agrees absentmindedly, distracted by just looking at you.You sigh happily, and snuggle yourself closer to him.

“So,” you muse, tracing nonsense shapes on his chest, “I hate to ruin the moment…”

“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges, trying to not sound nervous.

“What does, you know, what does this make us?” you ask shyly.

“Well, darling, shit,” he chuckles nervously, “I reckon that depends on what you want. Me? I’m all in. I am all in.”

“Really?” you ask hopefully.

“I know it sounds crazy,” he admits quietly, “but darling, I think I’ve been wrapped around your finger since I first laid eyes on you. And, I want you as long as you’ll have me.”

“Makes two of us then,” you smile. “Is it really that easy?”

“As long as we’re here,” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles. “It’s our little oasis, darling. No one else matters, ‘cept you and me… well, and Valerie.”

“Of course,” you smile, kissing him once more.

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mx-ryder · 3 months

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Some thoughts on Hazbin Hotel

I literally just watched HH this week, followed by binging Helluva Boss on YouTube right after. And my Dash is full of HH and HB stuff now. And the other day I saw someone posted their thoughts on the show, including one specific take that it falls right back under the typical "Sinners are bad but hey, we can fix them!" sort of trope. (I really don't know if I'll be able to find the post again, if I do, I'll reblog/link it here or something).

And hey, I'm not gonna argue that it doesn't, per se. I just think there's a bit more to it than that.

c.w for general religious trauma talk, SA mentions, drug use/abuse, alcohol use, addiction, gambling, probably other things I'm not thinking of

(Also please don't feel like you have to read this. It's literally just me rambling because I haven't been able to stop thinking about this topic all fucking day, so I wrote it down to get it out of my head. Obviously if you read it and want to comment/continue the discussion, feel free. Just please. Be respectful.)

Now.

All my thoughts on HH are very much colored by my past experiences with religion, US christianity, specifically. More specifically still, the sort of christianity that makes people believe that "home schooling" their kids, isolating and indoctrinating them away from anyone who might make them question it all, is the best course of action. I grew up bouncing from church to church, from home schooling co-op to co-op, all so my bio-mom could find the exact group to echo her own sentiments back at her.

Among the things I grew up believing were great ideas such as:

Sexuality is inherently disgusting, and something you should always be forcing down/avoiding/punishing yourself about. Masturbation, porn, sex before marriage, dressing "immodestly", and any sexuality outside of heterosexual were inherently evil and worthy of punishment. Sometimes that punishment was being assaulted, because really, she should've covered up, right? Girls, sometimes girls as young as 12-13 (if not younger) were villainized for wearing tank-tops and shorts, because they were causing the boys to stumble and immodesty was a moral failing on their part.

Drugs, alcohol, substances in general, are bad and wrong and using them, or heaven forbid becoming addicted, is a moral failing on your part. You are a bad person for consuming a drug, and therefore deserve to fall into addiction, houselessness, starvation, and/or abuse.

Poor people deserve it. Accepting help of any kind is leeching off good, hard-working people. Your worth as a person is directly tied to your ability to be a "productive member of society."

Any mental health issues are your fault, and are either because you don't believe in jesus hard enough, or because you're inherently broken and sinful and therefore unsaveable. There is no room for sympathy or empathy for anyone struggling.

There's a reason these are the same stereotypical archetypes you see in this sort of show. The queer sex-addict. The gambler. The "weirdo" who isn't like other people and enjoys "weird" things, or enjoys things "too much". Even just the party-girl character. Because these aren't just stereotypes. These are actual entire groups of people who are ostracized and vilified just for being who they were born to be, for making choices christians don't like, or for being sick.

And that brings me to Angel Dust. Who, by the way, I wish I could've been given a content warning about, because holy shit Ep 4 and Addict hit me really fucking hard. My friend recommended the show to me without having watched it, so I went in not expecting that sort of storyline to punch me in the gut out of nowhere.

Anyway! Angel Dust! Literally named after a drug. A gay porn star who flirts shamelessly with anyone and everyone, who proudly shows off his best films to his friends, who secretly hates his job, not because of the sex, as we come to find out, but because he's under the thumb of a fucking psycho who treats him like shit and actively physically, sexually, and mentally/emotionally abuses him. He's basically been trafficked, and hates that he doesn't have any say in what happens to him in front of the camera. It's a horrifying position to be in, and one that left me a little shaken up, tbf.

The take I'm mostly writing this based on is that Hazbin Hotel falls into the trite tropes of "rich white girl attempts to fix people who are below her" and specifically mentioned disappointment in how Charlie didn't try to argue that Angel Dust didn't deserve hell based only on his addiction or sexual past, but that she instead claimed that she could "fix him."

And I just . . . think that's a little bit of a black/white take.

For the first part, what would people rather she do? Put all her time, effort, influence, and power into trying her damnedest to help her people, who are being slaughtered by the thousands every year just because Adam is bored? Or sit at home and use all that time, effort, influence, and power to make rubber duckies like her father? She could just ignore everything going on, call it hopeless, give up, and ignore the suffering of her people. Would that be better? Would that satisfy this weird little "she's just a rich white girl with privilege" gripe?

Charlie is a rich girl. A princess. Someone with huge amounts of privilege, power, influence, etc. But you know what? She's also stuck in hell. She was born there, through no fault or choice of her own, and because of who her parents are, she is trapped in literal hell, with no hope of ever, ever ascending to heaven. She does not get a chance at redemption, because she was born to the wrong people. She is a young woman who was born into horrifying circumstances, living in a world that she frequently expresses disgust for (her frequent discomfort with sexuality, her disgust toward the cannibals, her dislike of violence, even necessary self-defense).

And she still loves her people and wants to see the best in them.

She would be completely justified in hating everything about hell, her life, the people around her, her parents, heaven, everything, really. She has every right to hate her entire existence, but she puts all that hatred for the system into her efforts to fucking do something about it. Why is that a bad thing, just because she was born into a position of power and authority??

And now on to Angel Dust.

Charlie never once makes a judgement call about Angel or his habits, his work, or his personality. She expresses discomfort with the sexual nature of his work (tbh wouldn't be surprised if she's a sex-repulsed ace), but she does not think he's a bad person because of his work. Nor does she think that he needs to stop doing his work in order to become a better/good person. When she tries to get him some time off, she's explicitly doing it because she wants him to have time to decompress and participate in activities at the hotel, not because she wants him doing less of his specific kind of work.

She never condemns his partying, either. She has a bar in her hotel! She defends him partying, right to heaven's face, because she knows everyone present has partied, everyone has enjoyed a drink with friends. There is no condemnation of his partying activities, and I don't think she ever makes it seem as though Angel needs fixing.

What I got out of that episode, watching Charlie passionately defending her friend in front of the worst fucking person in the universe, was that people do not need to be fixed, but some love and support can help them make better choices for themselves. Angel still has a good time. He still has his job (contract, y'know, but would probably be in the industry regardless). The only thing different about that particular night of partying is that he's out with people who care about him, and who he cares about.

Even Cherri, though she expresses some joking disappointment that he's spending so much time worrying about Nifty, doesn't actually seem that put out by it. She teases him a little, but leaves him to do his thing. And his thing is making sure his friend, who is less experienced at partying (and who is significantly smaller/more vulnerable than most other people), is safe and okay. His thing is defending his friends from an extremely dangerous person, at massive risk to his own personal safety.

And he didn't do any of this because he'd been "fixed" or because he'd "changed." He did it because, for possibly the first time ever, he has people around him who love and care for him, and who want the best for him. And who he loves and wants the best for in return. He said himself that he stays out of his mind on substances, allows himself to be drugged and assaulted, puts on this persona of care-free-crack-whore-who-only-thinks-about-sex, because he is trying everything in his power to dull the pain he's in. Because he doesn't believe he deserves any better.

And this, this is what Charlie is trying to show Heaven. She is trying to show them that there is nothing morally damning about alcohol consumption, or even drug use, sex work, or anything that makes Angel who he is. She's trying to show them that, with some love, care, and support, with a safe place to call home, with their base physical and emotional needs being met, people don't need to resort to the sort of destructive behavior heaven/Adam is condemning! People can choose to engage in these behaviors safely, consciously, and with people around them who want them to be safe and have a good time.

Then we get on to the idea that this entire episode ends on. Heaven doesn't know how people get there. They don't know what it takes to be "good enough" for heaven. Sera herself admits that Adam was just "the first soul in heaven," all but admitting that he's just there because he defaulted into it. (Though that does make me wonder, what about Abel? He would have died long before Adam, and considering how long Adam lived, and that there were plenty of other people around by the time he would have died, where were all those souls going??).

And Adam is the fucking worst! He is literally the worst, most selfish, violent, vulgar soul in the entire show, but he is allowed in heaven, for reasons no one even understands.

You know what the difference is between Adam and Angel?

Adam can't be fixed.

His behaviors are all destructive, not to himself, but to others. He insults, abuses, hurts, and kills with abandon. He made this weird, shitty deal with Hell and Lucifer because he wanted to murder innocent souls, because he was bored, and the rest of heaven doesn't even know about it. He has free reign to be an absolute piece of shit to everyone around him, damaging people left and right, and he will never face any sort of justice for it, because hey, he's already in heaven!

But Angel? Angel's behavior is all self-destructive. Again. He gets fucked up to dull his immense pain. He allows himself to be drugged and assaulted because he believes he deserves it. Because he's been told, for who knows how many thousands of years, that he's a whore anyway, so why shouldn't he be free to use for anyone who wants to take him? He has been beaten down, physically, emotionally, sexually, until he's a shell of a person who is struggling to find any reason to continue his shitty existence.

And he hurts only himself.

I mean, okay, he does piss off Husk sometimes, crosses boundaries/etc. But he and Husk pretty clearly fix that between themselves. There's no lasting damage there, and idk if anyone else noticed, but he stops that behavior pretty much entirely after that ep.

Angel is hurting. He is hollow, and hopeless, and trapped. And he does not need to be fixed, nor does Charlie ever attempt to do so.

All she does is reach out a hand, and say, "Hey, I see that you're struggling. This place is fucked up, isn't it? Maybe I can help."

Charlie is a flawed person. She takes her privilege for granted. She feels the immense weight of her choices, and the pressure of having taken responsibility for a people who may never want her help. She messes up, because somehow, she's endlessly cheerful and optimistic, despite her upbringing and the world she grew up in.

Charlie is flawed. But she's trying her fucking best. She isn't trying to fix. She's trying to help.

We all need some help, every now and then, don't we?

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smirkingkitten · 6 months

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Hey,

Once again, I have a few questions for anyone who feels addressed.

This time, it's about side blogs.

I'm a bit of a perfectionist, okay, let's be honest, I'm a freak. 🫣

One of the first blogs that the algorithm showed me back then was @fanficshiddles'. I still love how clean it is. Only her stories, nothing else.

And since lately, I've actually been posting some things myself (like this post), I want to split my blog into three now.

My main blog for reblogs of fanfictions. (so there's nothing in the way for my tag navigation thing.)

One for possibly upcoming own fanfictions. (I'm working on something, time will tell if I actually manage to get it that far and if I actually post it. We'll see, but I'm optimistic.)

And a third one for everything else :D

Now to my questions.

How does it work if I create another blog with this account? As far as I've seen, only the main blog can like, right?

Are there any other differences? For example, regarding following or followers?

And how could I move posts from here to my new blog? Only through reblogging, correct? Theoretically, if I delete old posts, will the reblog still remain?

And a grammatical question: Is it smirkingkitten-writes with the he/she/it 's, or without?

Thank you for your attention, I'm done.😁

I shamelessly tag you all, because I needed to lern that otherwise nobody will see my post. Hope you don't mind.😊 (if so, let me know)

@holdmytesseract @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @mischief2sarawr @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @gigglingtiggerv2 @smolvenger@joyful-enchantress @muddyorbsblr @simplyholl @mochie85 @infinitystoner @tinchentitri

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mugentakeda · 3 months

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hiiii omg so literally just wanted to come here to uh. kinda shamelessly gush (i’m sorry in advance)

I mean this genuinely I think you are literally THE most underrated artist in the atla fandom like. your work is so FUNNY, (heeavvyyyy emphasis on the funny. u make me giggle) EXPRESSIVE, DYNAMIC just ughUttTYdTrgUySTrETSrhtjYiftYserstehgfbajhjhw. yeah. anyway. every time I see one of your posts not only do I recognise it immediately but I get so excited bc you are literally so incredible and you could actually post a drawing of a potato and I’d just happily like or reblog it. on behalf of everyone ever you’re so amazing and underrated and if it was up to me every post you made would get 100k notes. yeah sorry for the random gushing I’ve just been holding this in for a while lol. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I literally cannot do it with all these big kind asks ive been getting lately dude...... thank you so much for all of this........ i work really hard to make the characters i draw expressive because a while back (like RIGHT before i got fixated on atla again) i felt like i was starting to fall into same face syndrome???? and im someone that likes art styles that draw people with lots of variety. so i started working doubletime to insert things into my art style and how i draw people to make everything its own thing. and somewhere along the line i realized that i was finally happy with how my art looked and that i was finally making the content ive always wanted to make.

and i also would be really happy about getting 100k notes but honestly the interactions i already get now are more than enough.... i feel so happy and comfortable with everyone that perceives my art and interacts with my art and i feel like even my craziest hcs and scenarios that i yap about into the universe are fully understood by you guys and are also enjoyed by you guys and that just makes the sketching even more worth it.

#THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS KIND ASK HONEY BUNNY.... i literally could not thank u enough.............................#asks

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shuckinbeanz · 2 years

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SCREAM 3 (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, Katsuki is insane, Katsuki is a yandere, Katsuki’s POV, but he eventually short-circuits 😂 so it goes to reader's POV and back again, nerdy reader, reader is a brat, Katsuki being a big puppy for reader, confessions & cuteness, making out, oral(male receiving), face fucking, daddy papa bear kink, and size kink. was originally intended as a full on smut, but I couldn't resist the end lmfao 😂 imagination is good for the mind and body, so go nuts with how he rails ya'll 🥵 maybe continue it in rbs or asks or something i wont mind srsly

I'm sorry I haven't been posting and have just been reblogging, I'm suffering from writer's block and tryin to get over it 😩 it is working, bit by bit

~Masterlist~

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

Ya'll already know if you read the opening and especially the ending, but I’ll warn again; the reader is fruitloopy due to the fact they accept what Katsuki did and still have the hots for him despite the fact he's a murderer, because this is a consent blog ✨ (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

tags: @parker-natasha

The spam from your group chat had him red-faced. Along the lines of 'Oooooo N/N gettin HUNNY 🥴' 'U go N/N 😂' 'bb u in for a SURPRISE ✨🤤' '👉👌'. It wasn't long before you turned off your cellphone. He could see your ears as red as he felt his face was, and he couldn't help but think about how cute you were, clinging to his arm and dragging him along.

As much as the height difference made it awkward for him to follow you, he was basking under your touch; whether you knew it or not, you were practically clinging to his arm, and for Katsuki...this was a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He couldn't keep in the lovestruck grin that graced his lips.

You. The love of his life, the Deity he worships, the sweet loveable you who he killed for...you thanked him. Something he never expected you to do. Ever. Because he'd resolved himself to play the villain to protect you. The sweet, innocent you.

You were clinging so beautifully to his arm, dragging him along with a strength he never knew you had, to where you had lived. That place--a Forbidden Palace he never allowed himself to encroach further on. As you pull him closer and closer, the louder he could hear his own heart thud in his chest. The more and more anxious he found himself become. Soon enough, a pitiful sound escapes him; something he couldn't contain. You immediately turned around, reaching up to cup his face with your small hands. Genuine worry on your face. "'tsuki...it's okay. Okay?" you coo up at him and he melts into your touch. He lifts his hand to grab yours, but he pause midway. How could he dare touch you with bloodied hands? You smile at him, then. Smile. At. Him. You take his hand gingerly, and his heart skips a beat. "It's okay. We're almost there." you say to him, before turning around, his hand in yours, leading him once more.

And you were right; your place was close-a small apartment complex. You lead him up to your door, before releasing him to get your keys. "It's a bit messy inside." you say, craning your head to glance up to him briefly. He shakes his head-because truthfully, he didn't care. You snort. "Well, it is, so I'm sorry, ahead of time." you tell him as you put your key into the keyhole and turn it. "Don't care..." he mumbles, the jingling making him anxious in a different manner, the fact that his obsession was unlocking their door for him, despite knowing about his crime setting in all too quickly.

You open your door with a soft laugh, "Welcome to L/N's humble abode." you say, beckoning him in as you toe off your shoes with practiced ease. And really, he realized as he follows you in, it was a humble abode. He watches you walk into the living room and take a turn into the kitchen as he removes one boot at a time, before following you. It was a decently sized space; a very short and almost claustrophobic hallway connected to the small mudroom at the entrance lead to a living room on the left, and a small kitchen off to the right. Beyond these two rooms was a longer hallway that had lead to what he assumed to be a bathroom, and a bedroom as he stood waiting for you while you were in the kitchen. It was small, yes, but it was big enough for one or two people. A couple. He raised a hand to his forehead, dragging his palm down his flushed face as he tried to will away that thought. A couple.

"Want something to drink?" your voice ringing right behind him makes him jump out of his skin, releasing a strangled sound at the back of his throat. How'd you get so close without him noticing?! You laugh at his reaction. At his expense. As embarrassing as it was, he thought bringing his hand up again to hide half his face from view as you peeked around and up at him, it was also cute. Red eyes flick to your face very briefly to see a mischievous gremlin smile gracing your lips. "Your ears are red, 'tsuki~" you teased, and yes, he knew they were.

"Just water..." he grumbled, averting his gaze from you as you round him, offering him a cold water bottle. He takes it, and you walk by him, taking his free hand to lead him to the couch. Once you both were comfortably seated, he downs half the bottle. Several moments of silence pass before he hears you speak. "So...you have something to tell me? Or...do you want me to go first, 'tsuki?" you asked.

Something to tell you? He couldn't bring himself to even so much as glance your way, his mind beginning to reel. Something to tell you? Like how he heard those bastards who wanted to defile you, like how he killed every last one of those motherfuckers? How much he'd made those fuckers suffer, knocking off a bitch bimbo or two while he was at it? No, that'd make you afraid of him. Right? He didn't want that! He wanted to protect you! The one he'd loved so much!

He'd loved...

Or did you want him to tell you how he'd been sent spiraling downhill uncontrollably, completely and utterly obsessed with you? Since the beginning. He'd been falling and falling. Maybe, at first, he knew it was wrong, but now? Now that he's killed for you? Katsuki wasn't so sure anymore; if it was wrong or not. That thread has long since snapped.

"'tsuki?" he hears your worried voice, and finally, he turns to you. Close. You were close. Katsuki was quickly overwhelmed by this, all train of thought coming to a crashing halt, his face burning up.

~~~

He was silent for awhile, refusing to look at you and answer you. You could tell from his body language-his posture-something was churning inside his head. And you had a hunch what that something was, so you carefully inched close to him. "'tsuki?" you called him, worried. Your voice brings a jolt in him as his head swivels to you, and you hold back your laugh at how quickly his face, ears, and neck turn a lurid crimson; bright enough to rival his widened eyes. Okay, perhaps you were a little too close. You find yourself smiling softly, feeling your cheeks heat slightly, for a few short moments.

"I...overheard." you admit, allowing time for your words to begin to sink in. "What that man wanted to do." you say to him, his beet red flush beginning to cool as you speak to him, one sentence at a time, slowly. "The man...you killed." you say to him. You could see horror and panic very slowly begin to settle into his sharp features. "'tsuki." you call him again. "I meant it." you tell him, seriously. "When I said thank you." you say. His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth, but no words come out.

You look down, your hand searching for his. "Sweet thing..." you say the nickname he'd called you softly, watching his fingers flex and hesitantly intertwine with yours. "I..." you hear him try to speak. "Truth be told, I, uh...." you trail off, trying to find the courage to confess to the man whose hand you were holding, "I love you." trying to find the right words to tell him how long--

'I love you.'

Once the three raspy words register over your inner scramble to find the right words, you whip your head up to look at him in awe, and a pang of disbelief. The man you were head over heels for...just confessed to you, before you could confess to him. The loveable man in front of you, looking so adorable going shade after shade redder by the second. Without a second thought, you swing one leg over his legs to straddle his lap, his embarrassed sputtering going in one ear and out the other.

"Thah--Buh--Ah--"

You cup his face, tilt your head and lean in to place your lips on his in a brief chaste kiss, the scent of warm caramel clouding your senses. The warbled noise that escapes him when you pull away; the adorable 'please' in his gaze makes you smile as you lean back in to pepper him with soft kisses. He sighs in content, basking in your affection, his tense form melting under your kisses. It isn't until the nth kiss you press onto his lips that he kisses back, which earns a giggle from you.

You could feel his smile as you kissed him and he kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. This slow, sweet kiss was shared for several moments before you both break apart. You bring a hand to caress his face, gazing at his lovely features, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, too, 'tsuki." you tell him in a small voice, shyly. His smile widens, thumbs rubbing a brief circle before he leans down slowly to kiss you-so sweetly, as if asking permission-and you close the distance, locking your lips with his, carding your fingers through his soft hair.

You nip on his lower lip, silently asking for more, and he complies with a soft groan; parting his lips to allow you entrance, his tongue wrestling yours. His taste. Heavens above, he was more intoxicating than you dreamed of. You scoot up on his lap to get closer to him, closer to his warmth, your pelvis bumping into something very hard and quite large. You could feel his gasp in your mouth at that contact.

"That--"

For you, this was a dream come true. Feeling mischievous, you grind against him. "Fuck." he grunts, stilling your hips.

" 'tsuki?" you hum.

"We...can't."

~~~

"We...can't." he says. " 'tsuki…" he hears you whine, he sees those pretty eyes looking up at him. "That--I-" he tries. Those pretty eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, it's--fuck--" he grunts, feeling his face heat up. "If--that-" he starts. Begging him.

See, Katsuki had self-restraint practically in spades. But now that he was beneath the beautiful you in the flesh, that which he prided himself in crumbles completely. "I won't be able to control myself." he grits out, hanging on a thread. "Then don't, 'tsuki." you say, very close to sending him reeling down the path of debauchery that only happened in his dreams. Those gorgeous eyes looking up at him, pleading with him.

He didn’t want to scare you. Damn, you were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you, not--

" 'tsuki?" you call him sweetly.

How could he say no?

"Consent." he manages. Your pretty eyes widen up at him, while he goes through an internal struggle. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. So sweet, so beautiful…so innocent looking. You grace him with your laughter, pink dusting your cheeks-music to his ears, sending shivers up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps.

He wanted to corrupt you. But that would have to wait. He wanted to savor his first time with you. Take things nice and slow.

But first, he wanted to know if you wanted him, too.

"I need your consent, y/n." he says, and just push yourself closer to him. "I don't want to hurt you." he says, as you wrap your arms around his neck, "I--" planting a hot one on his lips to shut him up. "Jus' fuck me, already, 'tsuki." you tell him, and something in him snaps.

Oh, sweetheart. He'll fuck you, alright.

Large hands cup your ass, fingers digging into your supple flesh, anchoring you to him. He could hear your gasp, your cute squeal as he stood up, followed by your playful laughter as he carried you down the hall while you clung to him. "La-last one down--" you gasp breathlessly, your sweet lips searching for his, your hands tugging wantonly at his blonde locks. He grunts, hiking you up and craning his head, and you latch on as he keeps you secure around his hips, making out with him as he reaches out a hand and turns the knob, kicking the door open. Vermillion eyes glance up and flit about your room as he carries you to the bed.

Your room. Your bed.

He pulls away from the kiss when his knees meet the bed, plopping you on top of the mattress. "Fuck--" he grunts, your hand already reaching under his tank top, gliding over his trail and feeling up his abs, exploring up, up, up, one sneaky little finger from your other hand hooping under his belt.

You're a brave one, aren't 'cha?

He reaches up behind himself, pulling off his hoodie, his tank top quickly following, discarded on the floor. He chuckles darkly, catching you staring at the very visible tent straining from within the tight confines of his jeans. "Like what 'cha see, sweet thing?" he smirks down at you, watching your pretty hues flit up to him. You give him a coquettish smile, and he could see the mischief in your eyes as you grabbed his belt and proceeded to wrestle it undone. He stays put-he lets you do you, a huff of amusement escaping through his nose.

His eyes spot something tucked beneath your pillows. He could see it very well; right there, in your preferred color, lay a dildo. You made quick work of his belt, situating yourself better, the mattress bouncing under your excited movement, before you undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans, the latter's teeth ripping open with only the slightest tug, his cock free from it's tightest confine, creating a huge tent in his briefs. He licks his lips, your beautiful gasp making his cock throb in anticipation. He gives you a wicked smirk, reaching for your toy. You want him to fuck you, sweet thing, and believe him, he wants to fuck you six ways from Sunday.

After you see what he had reached for, you begin sputtering. You're so cute, he thinks, seeing the start of some letters, turning it...

..to see his name. "That, 'tsuki--that's!" you try, your embarrassed squeaks only fueling the flame. Boosting his ego. "Fuck, sweetheart." he grunts. You're not as innocent as he thought you were. He steps back, taking your chin and lifting it as he bends and just kisses you.

You, his lovely obsession, had a fucking dildo you used, with his fucking name on it.

Well, when he was done with you, you wouldn't need the damn thing anymore. He'd make damn sure he replaces his own fucking replacement. And that's a promise.

"Mhmn." he hums as he pulls away, chuckling as your lips chase him. "Wanna put them pretty lips somewhere else?" he asks, your toy discarded somewhere in lieu of teasing the band of his briefs while he thumbed at your lips with his other hand.

He watches your gaze dip lower and lower, meeting with his prominent bulge. He was bigger than you had imagined him to be; he knew he would fill you up better than any toy you would use when you fantasized about him.

"How 'bout wrapping 'em around my cock." he says. It wasn't a question.

He pulls down the band as you bring your face close, his erection springing free onto your face with a plap. He can't contain the sigh of relief that escapes him as you gasp. "You're big, Papa Bear…" you sigh, the puff of hot air and the petname sending electricity through his body. You give him an experimental kitten lick, making him groan.

Papa Bear? Naughty fuckin' thing.

He wanted so badly to fuck your face, his mind and body warring with each other. He feels your hot wet mouth take him in suddenly, and his hips instinctively buck forward into the welcoming heat.

"Fuck-" he grunts.

He places a hand on the back of your head, encouragingly. After a few moments of making him see stars, he manages to coax you off. He caresses your cheek.

He wanted to do so many things to you, but only for you would he take things slow.

"You wanna be good for Papa?" he asks. He can hear you gasp, he can see your pupils dilate. You nod up at him so sweetly. He can feel his mouth going dry. "Think you can handle a good face fuckin', Teddy Bear?" he asks you. And what do you do? You open your moist cavern, dangling your tongue out expectantly.

That's what you want, isn't it?

"A'ight, you fuckin' asked for it." he growls, lining up his cock with your mouth, and you-you cheeky little thing-you take him into your mouth and begin to suck. He grunts out a curse, one hand on the back of your head. "Gimme a pinch if I get too rough, sweetheart." he warns you, not giving you a chance to give him some form of reply.

He can feel your hands grab at his thighs as he proceeds thrust into your face, guiding your head, soon finding a rhythm-slowly to begin with, so you can get used to him.

You were so eager, though. Despite gagging around him, tears in your eyes, you made sure to give him enough suction to send tingles throughout his body. Your tongue, too. The hot appendage stroking him in all the right places, giving rise to his moans. "Oh, Teddy Bear--feel s'fuckin' good." he sings your praises.

Balls deep. He's fucking your face, and you're taking it like a fucking trooper, pretty little stars in your eyes while you look up at him. "Ooh, fuck–" a wanton groan escapes him as he throws his head back, your slurps and wet needy chokes complimenting his sounds of approval.

So sweet. So beautiful. Your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, that lovely tongue of yours doing absolute wonders where he's most sensitive.

You're so observant, listening to and watching his reactions, easily figuring out how to pleasure him, pretty tears streaming from your beautiful eyes.

"S'pretty, yes y'fuckin' are." he praises, panting. He was getting so close, so quickly, and he knew you knew he was. "Ooh, babe…!" he gasps as you suck harder, trying to milk him of all he's worth, making his eyes roll back into his head. He clenches his jaw, his thrusts getting sloppier. "Te-Teddy Bear-" a rasp escapes him, his jaw dropping as he groans.

"Close, 'm close, wh-ere-d'ya-" his voice cracks, and your hands grab hold of his hips, the tell-tale pressure silently telling him inside while you give him a dick melting suck that sends him into a tizzy, three more sloppy thrusts seeing him over the edge in an intense orgasm, knees weak and body shuddering at each shot of cum you all but greedily milk from him while you choke on his cock.

His grip on your head loosens, both of his arms going slack. He could feel you suckling as you pull off him, giving his half-hard cock a sticky kiss before wrapping them pretty lips around his sensitive cock head only to give him yet another dick melting suck, tongue curled around him, making him jolt. He pulls you off his half hard cock, the impish sparkle in your eyes giving rose to something in him.

"Don't be cheeky." he warns you as you curl your fingers around the base of his length. You grin up at him. "What are you gonna do?" you ask daringly, your next words kindling to his darkest desire to turn you into an obedient obsession. "Punish me?"

Boy, little had he known, you were a brat. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a no doubt feral grin. "Trust me, sweetheart. You don't want that." he tells you.

You simply shrug, prettily. His last thread was dangerously close to snapping. His desire-his need to make this first time together something special…

"What if I do?"

…all too easily flushed away by you.

He cranes his head back, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.

One chance, he tells himself. He'll only give you one chance.

"Ya might wanna run, babe." he warns you , darkly, scowling down at you. If you did run, oh divine, he'd have to hunt you down, protect you from the horrors of the world, locking you away if he needed to, and care for your every fucking whim, want, and need. He'd make damn sure you'd be perfectly happy. A perfect, sweet, obedient, darling, divine obsession.

You catch him off guard; pulling his wrists towards you sharply, sending him hovering over you with a startled grunt, his large hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head. The sweet titters that pass your lips and ring throughout your bedroom pinball inside his skull. "You already got me, so what's the point, Kats?" you tease him.

You'd love that, wouldn't you, darling?

A feral grin splits across his face.

"Aight, then. I'll make you scream for me, darlin'." he promises you, already pawing away your clothes.

He'll make you Scream, until your voice runs out.

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godbirdart · 1 year

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first off, i just want to say that i love your art, you are a huge inspiration to me and i love how expressive your characters are! would you have any tips for someone trying to grow a following from their art? specifically within the furry community ideally. im just not sure where to start

i hope youre having a great day!

thank you so much!!

okay i gotta preface this with: i have been doing commissions for over a decade. everything i say here i've been doing since roughly 2014, but my career as an artist didn't really Take Off and become reliable until 2019. success isn't immediate. some artists will grow faster or slower than others, not every tactic is going to apply / work for every artist; and that's okay. just keep pushing yourself and adapting and figuring out what works for You!

i’m putting this under a readmore as it got a bit long. every time someone asks me for advice on professional Anything i always write up a five page essay despite trying to bulletpoint it oof

post on multiple platforms and keep them all updated. i’m putting this one in bold because it is possibly the Most Important thing. we’re all watching twitter sinking over there, and many of my mutuals there were floundering because they hadn’t established themselves on any other social media site. i strongly recommend three or four socials minimum. my main four sites are tumblr, deviantart, twitter and toyhouse. furaffinity is also good. inkblot and artfol are new and i use them frequently as well. if you don’t like posting manually to every site each and every time you post art, Postybirb exists and is what i use to crosspost all my art to most of my socials at once.

avoid venting a lot on main. we all have frustrating days where our art isn’t getting the recognition we hoped, or we’re feeling petty about a controversial topic or the latest drama. it happens! it’s okay! however, many people just don’t like seeing dozens of negative posts on their feed. most people will sympathize, but if your negative vents are constantly clogging their dashboard they’re not gonna stick around.

shamelessly self promote yourself. reblog your own art. retweet it again. repost it. mention your other socials. we live in a world of timezones! when you post art, only a fraction of your audience is going to see it. i recommend reblogging / retweeting one to four individual pieces periodically over the course of a day and change it up each day. you can also repost your own work into photosets and title it “recent commissions” or the something like that.

don’t hide your linktrees and carrds. seriously! the amount of times on twitter i went to try and follow someone on another platform only to find they had no carrd or linktree link,, it is infuriating. put your socials link in your bio or pinned or SOMEWHERE readily at the top of your profile that’s easy to spot.

if you’re offering commissions, make a telegram channel or discord server for your announcements / openings.

post regularly. this one is a lot harder for artists that don’t make a lot of content, but posting even a status update once or twice a day can go a long way - especially if you’re on twitter with that platform’s hideous algorithm. alternatively as i said earlier, just retweet/reblog your work a few times a day and you should be good.

art trends are cool and fun and an easy way to get your work seen by others. see a “draw your sona in this outfit” meme? go, have fun with it. this one’s a bit tricky as timing is everything when it comes to ~trending~ content, so try and draw quick. that said, it’s never outdated to drawover reaction memes with your fursona.

try not to clog your socials with memes and shitposty images. this one is directed at twitter specifically. with twitter moments now gone, your media tab is the last way for people to hope to find your work organically on your profile without having to use the twitter search. they can’t get invested in your work if they can’t find it!

it’s okay to change course if you’re not vibing with where you’re headed. if you want to move onto a new aesthetic - that’s fine! you may lose some followers if they don’t click with your new vibe, but you’ll inevitably gain some new ones.

avoid frequent name changes. so many of the artists i follow have changed their brands / urls over the years that i don’t recognize them anymore.

tag your work properly. on tumblr, the first five tags on the original post are the tags your work will pop up in in the search feature. make those first five tags the Most important ones; example: #furry, #anthro, #art #fursona etc. twitter’s algo seems flip-flop if it likes tags or hates them. if you see a tag trending, repost your art in a photoset with the hashtag in the post [example: if #pokemon is trending, repost some of your pokemon fanart with the hashtag in the post body]. if the tag isn’t trending,,, i’ll be honest it’s a gamble if twitter likes your post or not at that point. i have no advice for that hell algorithm.

hosting raffles or doing a mini art request event [example: “leave a ref and i might draw your oc”] is good for traction while simultaneously giving back to the community + your audience a little!

try and reply to / like comments on your work. it’s not required per se, but it’s good to express gratitude.

engage with other members of the community. comment on other peoples work. like it. retweet it. follow other people. obviously don’t be disingenuous about it, but this is what the professionals call ~networking~

don’t compare yourself to others. this one is one you have got to keep in mind constantly. you’re going to find 17 year olds with huge followings and 30 year olds that are doing professional industry work whose level feels alien and almost out of reach. if you’re not doing as well, don’t let yourself get discouraged. we all gotta start somewhere!

related to the above point: be nice to your followers. venting on main about not having the same audience volume as others can come off as a huge middle finger to the audience you already have.

gaining a following takes time. unless you get a really lucky break, it’s going to take a lot of work and self promotion to build up your brand.

slap your name on everything. i mean it. any art you do - sign it. watermark it. people can and will share art in telegram channels and discord servers, and if the art interests someone they can easily source it back to you if your name is on it.

you can buy adspace. if you’re catering to a furry audience specifically, you can buy adspace on furaffinity pretty easily. inkblot i believe also offers adspace for artists though i haven’t looked too deep into it. this is really a “if you’re okay burning money” situation, as the huge chunkk of internet users have adblockers now and it’s a gamble if people will see or even click on your ad.

just have fun and do your own thing. you can hop on trends and draw art that caters to your audience’s tastes, but don’t forget to draw what YOU want and what YOU’RE about. Draw what makes YOU happy.

hope these help!! ;w;

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whiskeyswriting · 2 years

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Paper Rings

😍pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

🎶 Song Inspiration: Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption

📝A/N #1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

It’s not every day you graduate with your Master’s in Physics. To celebrate, your friends decided to make it a week long celebration.

While many other students your age would spend the celebrations crawling from bar to bar, you and your friends celebrated by sleeping in late and then heading to the beach. The four of you had all had busy schedules with school the last few years.

Of course, you loved to party and would join often in the dancing and drinking. This week however, you all just wanted to relax and reconnect as friends.

A few days ago you had visited The Hard Deck, a bar that was close to the Naval base. You each had enjoyed your drinks and even a few dances with some of the aviators that you met. You even got to hear someone playing Great Balls of Fire on the piano, but didn’t get a chance to see who it was.

Today you find yourselves at the beach enjoying the sun and waves. Not to mention the group of tanned gods and goddess playing a unique form of football not too far from where you were.

You had no problem staring shamelessly at them. Not a problem at all. You were studying them all for… research. As a student, you knew research of all kinds mattered.

You all continued to watch the game and laugh along with the pilots. Your eyes immediately fell upon a tanned man doing a little celebration dance. You don’t know what it was about it but it reaches you in places that had felt dormant for so long.

“You’re a pilot not a stripper Roos!” You hear one of the other pilots call out to the one doing his little dance and you can’t help but crack up at their interactions.

The wind carries your laugh over to the pilots and they turn to look at your group. They wave you and your friends over to join them. A blonde, green-eyed pilot, is bold and wraps an arm around your friend's shoulders. "We're heading back to the base but would you girls love to join us for drink later tonight?" He asks.

"Actually yeah. We came the other day and it was a fun environment, even the improptu piano playing and singing," you respond.

To your amusement, the pilot that had done the dance perked up at hearing you. "So you enjoyed the performance?" He asks smirking. "I'm Rooster by the way."

"I enjoyed your little dance even more,” you’re quick to reply, causing a slight flush to reach his cheeks. “I guess I’ll see you later Rooster.”

While she’s getting your drinks, you’re chatting with Penny, when you hear the pilots come in and your name being called out.

Penny raises a brow and smirks. “Second time here and already have an admirer.”

“What can I say? They just love me for my big brain and degree,” you teasingly reply before heading back to your friends, now surrounded by the pilots you met earlier.

As you’re setting your drink down, the jukebox is disconnected and, just like your first time here, someone starts playing and singing Great Balls of Fire.

This time you’re able to see that it’s Rooster playing and singing. Immediately, your smile widens and you go to join him by the piano to sing.

He winks at you when he sings the line “Kiss me, baby.” So you do.

Leaning down you kiss his cheek and he pulls you onto his lap as he continues to play. He finishes the song to the whole crowd cheering him on.

The jukebox is once again connected and he has one of the other aviators hit play on a song.

“So you think you can follow my lead and sing the next song?” He asks you. “Only sing if you’d be willing to go on a date with me,” he adds softly.

You Better Shape Up starts playing and you just about fall back with happy laughter. Never before had you felt such ease and freedom with a guy.

Yeah you had been busy with classes but you still had free time to date. But not even your last serious boyfriend just let you be yourself. Seeing Bradley also smiling back at you, you knew that you wouldn’t need to walk on eggshells with him.

“Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams. Oh, you're the one I want,” you tell him before leaning in to kiss him.

“Let’s find paper rings then.” Bradley is looking at you, and for the first time, he knows he found someone that would be the Carole to his Goose. He smiles tenderly at you before kissing you back.

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