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This is not okay, please share guys.

We Need Your Help.

I didnt really wanna resort to using this site, and I hate talking about political stuff, but this is too important to me and I have a FAR bigger following here than anywhere else.

Hi. My name is Liz, and my school is going through MAJOR budget cuts from the state Governor.

Last year, New Jersey Governor Phil Murphy decided he would take almost 80 million dollars from my entire school district to give to private schools.

80 MILLION! THAT'S ALL OF OUR SCHOOL'S FUNDING.

My school is known for our clubs, our plays, our chorus, and most importantly our Football team and school spirit. I LOVE my high school. Which is pretty surprising coming from me, a person who genuinely doesn't like going to school. But my school is fun! It's so lively and everyone is so spirited. But if Murphy continues the budget cuts, we will lose all that. We lose our clubs. Our activities. Our projects. Our music. Our football team. Our spirit.

My school, and my TOWN will be nothing if this goes through. This will ruin everything.

But we are gonna try and stop this.

On December 10, 2019, the entire district of Tom's River will be going to the governors??? Office??? Building???? In Trenton to hold a Rally. Thousands of children will be standing outside of his office and protesting against the budget cuts.

The things that the governor is doing is going to affect mine and a lot of other kids' futures. And definitely NOT in a good way. Hundreds of thousands of kids will not have college opportunities, scholarship opportunities, or even sustainable jobs in the future. This needs to stop.

And now, this is where you guys come in. SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE.

I wont have petitions and shit up until tomorrow when the Rally takes place, so all you guys can really do right now is spread this post. Make it known how these budget cuts are going to effect me and the kids in my district. Save our future.

Save Our Schools.

Request received!

@twobucksworld I just got your request! I'll be working on it starting after dinner! 😊

I had some issues sending in asks with my Tumblr, just wanted to make sure my last request went through. (BTW I'm not sure why your not getting requests from other people, your a very talented writer!)

Sorry, no I haven't gotten a new request. And I'm not sure either lol, I tried to have as many fandoms in my lists. And thank you very much for the compliment! It really warms my heart when people say they like my writing. I had ended up closing my request box cause I got down in the dumps, but I'll reopen! 😊

Please send it on in and I'll get to writing it!

I just noticed that my requests weren't part of the fandoms you listed that you write for. I'd like to apologize for that. If you want I can request something more in line to what you write for.

It's alright! And if it's not too much trouble, yes, please? I've been trying to watch the SAW movies/clips but I can't really get through them. For some reason, SAW is too graphic for me? Which is odd, considering I like horror and don't really mind gore. I'm also having trouble grasping her character, so I'm having trouble writing for her.

Life update!

I got a week off of work! But! I am now the dreaded sick. I've taken medicine and am slowly working on writing, so hopefully- inbetween updating fanfics and writing for my request still in my folder, I'll have a lot of things posted in the coming week.

I know its Thanksgiving for us Americans, but I honestly don't celebrate it(I just eat the food) plus my fam is hella small, so I don't have any holiday plans. So heres to hoping sh*t gets done! I, for some reason, get hella inspired when Im sick. Dont ask me why, I just do.

Please take all the time you need. Don't want ya to feel rushed or overworked!

UwU Ye, I'm going slow cause I want it to have a good quality. But hopefully I'll have a longer break from work so I can get it out

I hate to be a bother, but I was curious. Did my request go through? Or did it mess up like the first one?

It did! I just hadn't realized how much work would get in the way of filling it, I normally have nights off but lately, I've been going almost non-stop. Its nearly done tho! So hopefully it will be posted soon!

If you don't have many requests. I can request something else if you want.

Only if yoh want too! I don't have a limit to how many times peeps can request in a row lol it's getting pretty late for me, so it may not be posted tonight, but it will get done tomorrow most likely

But Id love to write something else for ya

Thanks for doing my request, I really appreciate it! Sorry for being a pain with the rewrite.

No! Don't apologize! I was the one that misinterpreted what you wanted and I'm more than happy to rewrite if I don't get the interpretation right! I'm honestly happy to have gotten a request, so I should be thanking you! So, thank you!

The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

~

Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

~

He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

My original ask was actually suggesting when she sits on his face it'd be with her butt. With more of a humiliation/claiming him as her's intent, rather than oral. Regardless, I still appreciate that you took the time to write this!

Ah! Well, expect a re-write then to be published soon! It may be published later on, as its past 2am for me but I will make another one :)

I'll allow you to live if only to use that mouth again.

@twobucksworld for some reason, it wasn't showing me your full ask, but I was able to see your full ask after a while. Which is to have a Yautja female sit on a human males face, I assumed to give her oral but if that is not the case please feel free to resend the ask and specify what exactly you had meant! (Also had to do it like this because I hit answer prematurely on my phone and then deleted the entire thing in my panic.)

CW: Face sitting and Oral sex. Starts out in our Females POV and then switches to the human males.

Small, loose stones littering the floor and dug into the males back, leaving red indents in his flesh as he lay prone on the floor. His arms were tied with a thick tweed rope behind his back, hands grasping at his own elbows and knees tied to a pole to keep him from hiding his shame. The huntress, though not a warrior by skill or want, had been stalking him as if she would claim his skull. Tonight, she had caught him. She could smell him, her mandibles moving as she circled him, eyes trained to every jerk he made. She admired his chest rising and falling, the quick movement of his eyes- yet he made no sounds. No pleas to be let go or shown mercy like most sniveling humans she had witnessed. Her head tilts, stopping her circling of him by his right side and stared at him. It appeared she was debating on what to do with him until she made a click and stepped over him. It was nearing her mating season and she could already feel the swirl of her heat in her belly- the annoying itch.

There was a glint in her eyes, one even a demon would have slinked away from as she thought of one use this male would have. She made a show of disrobing herself, claws ranking over her form after discarding her furs. She watches as his eyes run over her form, without any sucklings she did not have the breasts the human females had but she was clearly female by what lay between her thighs. Her sex was smooth, large lips and a cascade of spots leading from her naval to fade out around her cunt. Her clawed fingers moved to spread herself, her hips jutting forward and knees bending some to show herself off to him. Her cunt was the same soft shade as her mouth, the dusting of pastel pink between the labia and the large clit. She knew she was already starting to drip just from the thought of using the male before her and she gave herself a swirling rub. She could smell the rise in his hormones at having her bare herself to him and felt a purr leave her, it was close to her mating season and the male seemed willing.

She then released herself when he licked his lips, tilting her head in thought. Perhaps she would not take his cock right away, she had seen plenty other species similar to his take pleasure in other forms and wondered what the thrill of it was. She made a curious chirp, turning her back to him and kneeling on his chest. Her head turns back to him, clawed hands running up her thighs and rounding to her ass. She leaned forward, keeping her head turned to watch him over her shoulder as she spread herself again- clicking as she did so. He remained quiet but she could smell the excitement running through the lesser life form and she was amused. He must think himself special, and perhaps in a way he was- he was no Yautja but his scent had interested her enough for her to take him alive. She would use him then maybe keep him if he was good- if not she would at least get a meal after this. She then released herself, hands planting themselves on the ground as she backed herself up.

His sex was closer to her face now and behind the smell of soap she could smell his musk, it wasn’t something she would consider arousing but the way his cock had twitched as she moved closer to his face was amusing. She purred as she made contact with his face, pressing herself down on him and sitting back. She watched his cock twitch and begin to grow as she slowly ground down upon him. So the male did like this, but she found it odd and was annoyed. She was about to pull away when she felt the first swipe of his tongue, the spark of pleasure which followed had her making a confused noise. She jerked her hips, hands laid over his chest and twitching as he licked her again, this time circling her clit before pressing into her folds. That had her responding and moving with more earnest.

~~~

Her smell was overwhelming, a thick musk that had his mind swimming as he lapped like a starved dog. His face was firmly pressed against her, his eyes closed as to let himself suffocate in the best fever dream way. He had stopped his struggling long before this had taken such a wet dream turn, knowing enough about Yautja to know when to conserve energy. He was a soldier and he figured that was why she had taken him and part of him felt honored to be claimed by such a beast of a woman. The other, less intelligent part, the one filled with a carnal lust craved each press of her down on his face.

He could feel her fluids and his spit sliding down his chin as he pressed his tongue fully inside her. Maybe he was nothing but a mindless sex machine, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by this female and have her use every last bit of him until all that remains is a pile of a spent man covered in both their releases. Maybe he was no better than a mindless animal, wanting to breed and the way he hungrily ate her seemed like proof enough. She gave no attention to the rest of him as she rode him and his body didn’t care, his cock hard and leaking already. But it was the ranking of her claws on his chest that dug rivets into his skin, her walls tightening around his tongue and her pressing so hard against him his entire skull felt it was about to fracture that had him moaning his own release.

He gasped for breath as she stood, unable to tell if the wetness on his chest was her spit, his cum or even his own blood- or some sick combination of all three but the thought had him shivering in his own aftershock of what happened. He blinked, licking his lips and tasting her still as purring met his ears. He could feel her mandibles nip at his ear and his eyes looked into hers as she whispered something, the words getting ingrained into his mind despite him unable to understand what it was she spoke.

Its Soundwave and Ravage

Request box is lonely!

Send in your sins and wholesome fantasies to be fulfilled!

NO ONE WANTED THIS.

Oh, no. Oh, dear. We have awful news. We accidentally added group chats to Tumblr.

Group chats are a place for you to connect with other people on Tumblr to discuss things that are important to you—like long Furby, or your favorite fandom.

It’s terribly upsetting, but this is going to make it even easier to connect with like-minded people and find new communities you might not know existed.

We have no idea how this came to be

Each group chat can hold up to 100 members. To make matters worse, you can create and join as many group chats as your beating heart desires.

The only good news we can give at this time

Group chats must be a friendly and welcoming space for everyone. When you create a group chat, you become the sole owner and are responsible for how it is run. You alone can invite new members and accept or deny incoming requests to join. Just remember: group chats are publicly viewable, and while only members may participate, anyone on Tumblr can see its contents.

As the owner of a group chat, you possess the power to remove any member or message you feel needs to be removed. However, you do not need to be the owner or even a member to report a violation of our hate speech policy or other aspects of our Community Guidelines. Reports will be properly dealt with by our Trust & Safety team.

Phew

We hesitate to tell you this, but to learn more about how to use group chats, head on over to our Help Center. It’s full of tips, tricks, and helpful information. Disgusting. We’re so sorry.

You’ve been warned. We can’t protect you from the truth any longer.

To find existing group chats, just search for them in the app like you would any ol’ topic. If you don’t see what you want, consider being your own hero and making your own. Just tap the new group chat icon in the upper right-hand corner of your dashboard or simply swipe left from the dashboard. There you will see all of the group chats you own or use, as well as the option to make a brand new one by tapping the “+” in the right-hand corner. Make sure you’re using version 14.5.1 or you’ll be spared the horrors of good conversation and finding new friends.

V for Vendetta (2005) dir. James McTeigue

I wish it was a lil, cause then I could putt that tiny motherfucker so far away from me soviet russia would make it streseed

REBLOG IF U A LIL STRESSED

Preview to a ficlet I’m writing for Transformers

This is in response to a Mafia AU with Humanformers roleplay my friend is in. I was submitting this in response to a prompt given for the RP for the part of roleplaying as Ratchet.  The Prompt was: “ Optimus and Ratchet fighting because OP ignored a warning from him not to send out certain members and it ended up with some of them nearly dying and one currently in critical condition. “ It was pretty vague to give the writer the freedom to explore the possibilities of the scene.

I took my 3 paragraphs I wrote to get the part of Ratchet and made it my own starter for a ficlet I’m dubbing...

Whiskey Instead of Rubbing Alcohol

It had been ten hours since he left the medbay, ten hours of his hands deep in the gut of someone else, voice hoarse from barking order after order. It had been easy for him to fall into the adrenalin rush of having more patients than on-call nursing staff. The room where he had worked was freezing at one point but had since heated with the bodies that swarmed inside it like maggots to a corpse. In the chaos, he hadn’t realized how much blood had actually got on him and his once light blue scrubs were an ombre of reds. His arms still had specks of blood on them and he could feel the sweat still sliding down his face as he tried to calm his pounding heart. His eyes were thin slits as he squinted to deny the migraine that was begging to form behind his eyes. His shoulders were tense, boxed and seemed like a warrior getting ready to face off against an army he was outnumbered for. His breath shutters for what seems like the millionth time since he left the ward with all its patients in stable condition, and he bowed his head to rub at the bridge of his nose. Outnumbered like the men Optimus had sent into the fray with nothing more than a pep talk and some rushed instructions. 

His teeth grind so hard together he could feel the sandiness of his teeth slowly being whittled away. His hand slammed onto his desk from his nose, reaching again for the large jack-daniels and pouring the open bottle into his glass. He threw his head back as he took the entire glass like a shot, the burn spreading like a poison across his tongue and burning away his anxieties as it scorched down his throat before sending one last devil’s cry up his nose. As it settled to melt his stomach, he sputtered a cough, moisture pricking his eyes as he rapidly blinked to clear his vision, sure of when his vision cleared the body of one of his patients would be lying dead before him. He ran a trembling hand through his now spiked hair, trying to smooth it down as if it would soothe him, but his anger caused his hand to clench around the ends and pull with a force that ripped a few strains from his head. The burn of vinegar was pungent when mixed with the copper scent coming from the ward down the hall. 

His office was dimmed and the only light was that on his desk, the yellowed glow reflecting off his face and making him seem gaunt and sickly discolored. Heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes, staring blankly at the paperwork that would need to be filled out and filed later. He couldn’t bring himself to even recount in writing what he had to do to save those poor men- boys, they were so young- lives. His breath wavers as his shoulders shake with the manifestation of his frustrations and he shakily poured himself another glass. Occasional beeps drifted into his office from behind his closed door and it seemed to him as if the reaper was ringing his bell and trying to lure those boys to eternal sleep after all he tried to do to save them. He wouldn’t be surprised if at least three didn’t survive the night- but he hoped to any god above, if one existed, that they would all pull through. He didn’t think he could handle having to call their mothers with the news of their children’s youthful demise.

Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme

Trollhunters OC

Some more specific backstory info before we get into my actual OC is her species. She is an Unseelie, which is a type of Dark Fae. Now Unseelie are beautiful, almost human-looking Fae and are incredibly tall. They have remarkable magical abilities but I also headcanon that they have a Beast form. These forms are normally in 5 categories, these categories are Aquatic(Fish, Eels, sharks, etc), Semi-Aquatic(Crocodiles, Snakes, etc), Avian(Birds, Bats, etc), Terrestrial(Deer, Wolves, Felines, etc) and lastly Insectoid(Spiders, Flys, Moths, etc). Their beast form can take on more than one animal/Insect from each category, but typically it is not more than 3 different categories they can take after. It is not by choice but by what their strongest personality traits are. That means the more evil or questionable personality traits are the more monstrous they will appear. While in their Beast form they can communicate telepathically with those they lock eyes with. Their skin tone while in Beast form can very from unnatural shades to natural shades, yet if they are a solid color it means they are inexperienced and are weaker then someone who has a more complex colorization.

Now my OC is a Halfling, meaning she is half-Human and half-Unseelie. Now with Halflings, they aren’t as powerful as their Fullblooded brethren. They can still use magic, however, they cannot use it in their beast form nor can they speak telepathically. There is nothing to allude to the fact they are Unseelie in their human form except for a small wedge of color in their eyes, which typically matches the color of their eyes in their beast form. They also tend to be smaller, staying the same height as they were when they were human in their beast form.

Now on to my girl.

Human Name, Given by the Father: Zenobia Barnett

Unseelie Name, Given by the Mother: Andorra

Age: 22 years old

Gender: Female

Human Appearance: Black hair in a pixie cut, round green eyes with a wedge of Violet in both eyes, big reading glasses, 5’2 with lightly tanned skin tone and a triangle formed out of birthmarks on her chest to the left of her heart, Curvy with a small bust and rear.

Fashion: Very relaxed and comfy, could be classified as a tomboy and vsco girl fusion. It’s all comfort and movability when it comes to clothes, being fashionable is not a priority to her.

Unseelie Beast Form: She has snow-white shin, her hair has turned to the sensory barbles like that on catfish and can move independently in reaction to the electro-magnetic fields living things produce(cautious and paranoid, she goes out of her way to be aware of everything that goes on around her). She has the hind legs and hands of a fox-like, however, they still appear partly human the regard to digit length(Mischivious, Playful, and able to lock onto a target- whether that be a living thing or a goal- and almost tirelessly pursue said target without faltering.). Her tail is that of the end of a snake, more accurately a boa constrictor as it is able to hold her up off the ground and curl around her prey(Deceitful, Creative, Opportunistic and Cunning, she will use all her energy to get to her end goal, even if that means she must step on others to do so.) Her teeth and the sounds she makes are similar to that of a Feline or Canine, with her ability to growl and howl but also produce small chirps and purring sounds(Independent, Loyal, Outwardly indifferent while inwardly compassionate, once she connects with someone they have made a life-long friend and she will protect them with her life, even if that contradicts her typical behavior.)

General Information: She was born in Rye, East Sussex, England however shortly after her birth, her mother abandoned her and her father. He had to move back to America to better raise his new daughter. He stopped traveling and became a professor at a college, where he taught about history and ran a club for the occult and mysticism. Zenobia Barnett was what she was named, her namesake was Queen Zenobia of Syria, simply because her father thought his daughter should be named after a not too well known Queen. Ironic, considering she is the secret love child of the Queen of a (now small) Unseelie clan which makes her a Princess. She, however, once she found out about her mother, she ran away. Understandable considering the Fullblooded aren’t exactly thrilled one of their Princesses is a Halfling and owns the rights to a small portion of the kingdom. She has been on the run from the assassins known as Revenants and hasn’t in contact with her father for some time.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN EVERYONE!!!!

Send your requests in! I’ll be waiting to write your wildest dreams into existence! 

Fandom List

You may request anything on this list, if you wish to introduce me to a new fandom, go ahead. No guarantee I’ll like it but if I do, expect a lot of content for it as I hyper-focus on things very easily.

Transformers(MTMTE, Bayverse and Prime)

Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood

My Hero Academia(I am all caught up with the Manga)

Skyrim

Dragon ball Z/Super

Harry Potter(not fantastic beasts)

Trollhunters

Marvel(Not Cap Marvel, anyone else tho)

Telltale Batman series(Its the only DC thing I like)

Team Fortress 2

Portal 2

Destiny(I’ve only played the first game)

Silent Hill

Slasher Movies(Freddy, Michael, Jason, Bubba)

Yuatja/Xenomorphs

Deadpool(1&2)

Doctor who(up to 12th doc)

Star Wars(old sh*t, not new Sh*t)

Star Trek(All series)

Stargate/SG-1

3below

Fallout 3, NV, 4

Miraculous Ladybug

Gravity Falls

Lotr/The Hobbit

Undertale

Steven Universe

House Rules

I’ll just jump right in with the rules for this blog. It will have info on requesting, asking questions and submitting your own works.

Rules for requesting Imagines, Headcanons and Reader Inserts:

We’ll start with NSFW, extreme things will be posted on my Ao3 and a link posted in response to your ask. I will write virtually any kink, but I have the right to refuse any that make me uncomfortable.

Regarding pronouns in requests, by default will be Female. If you want others, you must specify. If you want a trans reader that’s fine, but I will use the pronouns of the reader’s preferred gender. (Say MtF will have Fem pronouns while an FtM will have male pronouns.) NSFW content with trans characters will be, by default, fully transitioned(meaning they will have preferred genitals and minimal mention or attention paid to any scarring) this is to avoid fetishizing transgender characters unless specified that they want a more emotional take on intercourse with a not fully transitioned reader.

To request NSFW I ask you to be 18 years or older and that all characters requested be 18 years or older. I would prefer minors to not interact but I know you still will(cause fuck what adults say) but please respect my boundaries as I would respect yours.

If you an issue with a request filled(whether you requested it or not) please feel free to DM me. Keep in mind, I may not rewrite the finished product and depending on how you approach me about it may lead to your entire filled request being deleted. If you show me respect I will show you respect.

My character request limit per request is 4, but if you want short headcanons then you may request up to 6.(short as in 2-3 bullet points per character)

Now onto what personal asks you may do:

You may ask what I look like, tho my Tumblr image is pretty close.

You may also ask about my likes and dislikes, and any discourse concerning fandoms or characters.

I do have some problematic ships/favs, you may ask about them and why I like them. No, I do not stan any of them, I just think they’re neat.

Personal questions, like my childhood or what I want to do in the future, are fine.

Questions about politics, social debates and other debacle like that are not accepted. I will not discuss my personal viewpoints on such matters, but you make ask about my philosophies I like to live by.

Submitting:

Again, I have the right to refuse any submit I do not deem appropriate.

By that, I mean Underaged NSFW.

Please properly display warnings at the top of all posts if you wish to submit, even if it is not NSFW. People, especially me, like to have a hint of what we are going to read.

If you are unsure at all about anything, feel free to DM me and ask questions. If you wish for me to grammar check your work, I do not mind but keep in mind I would like to have it submitted to my blog if I grammar check it.

You may submit works for fandoms not in my fandom list, as I’m sure there will be followers who like the same fandom plus it could get me into new fandoms.

To add, this is the base drawing I used, I saw a few others animate stills from the comic so I figured I could do the same!

First attempt at animating, rn just focusing on lip-syncing lol https://www.instagram.com/p/B4GZ4YFDsUr/?igshid=p7695rzshu53

First attempt at animating, rn just focusing on lip-syncing lol https://www.instagram.com/p/B4GZ4YFDsUr/?igshid=p7695rzshu53

Cogman is a blessing we did not deserve reblog if u agree

Reblog if you still love Rise of the guardians

So I’m getting kind of tired of seeing y’all mocking this man’s lovely Japanese name just because his writing isn’t progressive enough for you… it’s strange, you get mad that he isn’t treating female characters with enough respect, so you decide to purposefully twist his name into an insult as if you don’t all preach POC acceptance and insisting people with odd sounding Asian names should be allowed to use them without getting ridiculed…. hypocrites much?

Oh dear

Hey guys. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE who reblogs this post BY MAY 5TH 2019 will be getting a small monster design based on your blog theme, name, or profile picture. Let’s go.

A link to a series I'm writing on AO3 for BNHA. READ THE TAGS FOR THE STORIES CAREFULLY. I am not responsible for anything, as I've clearly tagged what is going to happen in the fics. so far all fics are character abuse (all characters are 18+, only 1 underaged character and she is the abuser. If that makes you uncomfortable, do not read it, that fic is called Songbird.)