i am feeling generous

A thought about feedback for writers...

I’ve seen lots of posts featuring the idea that positive feedback (like tags and comments and recs) encourages writers to want to continue writing more. And that’s absolutely so true! But there’s another reason why it’s so appreciated, and I wonder if sometimes this might not occur to readers.

*disclaimer- I’m speaking for myself here, but I feel pretty sure that most writers would agree with me, which is why I’m bothering to share.*

The thing is that we’re almost never 100% sure that what we’ve written is great stuff.

As a writer, you might like what you’ve written. You might have enjoyed writing it and feel personally entertained by the finished product in one way or another. But you’re still left with at least a tiny bit of nagging doubt; wondering, “eh…maybe it’s not as good as I think.” This isn’t low self esteem or feeling like you just generally suck at writing. You can absolutely believe that you’re a skilled writer but still routinely experience this feeling. And though I’m talking about writing, I’d venture to say that this applies to any artistic creation. But anyway, my point is to keep that in mind anytime you read something either on here or a fan fic site. If there’s anything you like, anything positive to say, please say it. Because it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been around, how many fics you’ve written, how many notes you get on posts, or kudos or whatever…at least a sliver of doubt and a tiny heart palpitation will always be there every time a writer hits “post.” And hearing some genuine words of appreciation is just what’s needed to make that writer sigh in relief and know that it was indeed worth sharing. Without that bit of positive feedback there’s nothing to kill that nagging doubt, which means it can be allowed to grow. And that’s a pretty lousy feeling.

Hope this resonates with my fellow writers, and I also hope it reminds readers why they hold so much power within a fandom. 😉 


“Kittens like you shouldn’t keep your nose where it doesn’t belong”


“Can you stop gawking over those guys who will never know about your existence please?” Jackson groaned. You snapped your head towards him and glared. “Excuse me? When I went to that SHINee concert-” Jinyoung put his hand over your mouth. “They did not look at you, they were looking at me. Who wouldn’t? I’m not the visual for no reason”

BamBam scoffed. “You’re so full of yourself. Let me bring up that photo from 2014-” he was thrown off of his seat. “We never speak about that” Jinyoung snapped. Jaebum rolled his eyes. “Yug and I got dance practice. See you around” they stood up and walked away. “Youngjae, since you’re the only one who can maintain a conversation like a decent human being-” “I am far from decent. I am Choi Youngjae”

“You’re all ridiculous, I need to get home and study. My parents will kill me and take away my phone. See you wannabe k-Pop idols later” you stood up. “We’ll remember that when we make it and are on tour with SHINee and you will be forbidden from seeing them” you glared at BamBam and groaned. “Jinyoung can you please go savage on him?” He nodded and shoved him. You giggled and grabbed your things.

You took your phone out and put your headphones on. For it being seven o'clock it was quite dark. You hummed the tune that played through your headphones. You had dance practice at 8 which means if you don’t get home and start doing your homework soon, your parents are going to punish you which also means taking your phone away. You groaned and continued hurry down the sideway. Your attention was brought to loud noises coming from the ally. Your heartbeat began to race. You quickly looked away and walked fast. As you take your next step you find yourself thrown to the ground. You rubbed your head and looked up with a glare. “Holy shit, are you blind?”

You stood up and felt a pain shoot through your thigh and arm. Great, it was bleeding. You looked up to see a man, who was very handsome, he had blonde hair and was intimidatingly tall. He had a soft smile on his lips.“I’m terribly sorry” you sighed. “It’s okay, sir” you proceeded to walk away to continue rushing home but that clearly didn’t happen. A large hand gripped your shoulder roughly pushing you against the wall. Your eyes widened as you felt his hot breath against your neck.

“I wasn’t apologizing for bumping into you. I was apologizing for what is going to happen next, baby girl. You’re lucky I am feeling quite generous today or else you would’ve been laying on the floor on the verge of death for speaking to me the way you did” he chuckled. Chills ran down your spine. “C-can you let go please? I really need to get home and do my homework before my parents ground me” you spoke shakily.

“I don’t think I’d like to let go as of now. Are you a good girl? I’m truly hoping you are. All I need is your obedience to make things work smoothly” you began to struggle against his iron grip. He didn’t seem to like that. “You know, I suddenly have a change of heart. The smell of fear that raids off of you is satisfying. It’s exciting me. You’re scared when I haven’t done anything but spoke words to you. This will be pleasing” he looked you in your eyes and it made you feel small.

“You’re going to be a good little girl and obey me. You’re not going home” your eyes widened. He can’t do that. You have a life, family, friends. Who does this man think he is? “Listen you creep, I’m going home. Let go of me, now” you began to struggle against him again and kick his shins in attempt of escaping. He chuckled before the back of his hand met your cheek. You cried out in pain as he slammed your body against the wall, the bricks digging into your skin.

“Look at me” he growled. Your eyes met his hard stare. “You should be on your knees begging for mercy. I will do things you didn’t think we’re possibly of doing” you felt a cold barrel running slowly up your arm. Your breathing began to get heavy. “I can ruin your innocence”

“Please stop” you whispered. “There are a lot of things I want to hear from you. I want to hear your sweet little voice panting while you call me daddy, I want you to cry and call me master, so many things, princess” he whispered against your neck. Your face at this point was a mess with tears. “This is only the beginning. Save your tears for when I really touch you” he slipped his gun back into his pants and you sighed of relief. “Kittens like you shouldn’t keep your noses where they don’t belong” he chuckled. “Say goodnight, baby girl” you looked at him confusingly before you felt a pain in your arm and suddenly darkness overtook you.

A/n: so this is the first chapter yaaaaay omg, I promise the next chapter will have so much more juicier things. This is only the start my babies! Please be nice and support my book. Thank you ❤️

Queen (NSFW)

dom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Decided to combine these two requests, hope those who sent them in are okay with that. As always, be sure to let me know what you think!

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Help me get a new Tablet!

Hiya all! Sad news is, my tablet has finally bit the dust. It was 5 years so was coming for a long time, but now I need the money for a new one. So I’m opening my commissions up.

Tarot Card designs - £20 for Digital Only, £25 for printed and shipped

These I can do without the tablet so they will be guaranteed within a week. Although most of the examples I have are furry art, I can also draw humans as well. (Please note the price may increase if I have to ship internationally)

Full Body Flat colour - £15 +

Shaded colour - £30 +

These I can’t do until I have a tablet but once I have it they’ll be coloured. In the mean time I can at least do the sketch and show you.

I can be contacted here on tumblr (through messenger, not through ask) and from there I can provide my e-mail to go through with you for what you’d like. Please have plenty of references ready to help me out.

I will not draw NSFW, but I am open to most things Fandom, Furry and OC’s.

If you’re feeling generous, I am also accepting donations toward it to my paypal, which is blizzard-iced-blade@hotmail.com. I will probably do you a lil doodle if you do cause I’d feel bad accepting nothing.

Thank you so much for helpin me out!

She’s Mine [Teaser]

(Ah hell, either I am a tease or I am feeling generous. Here is a request I have been working on.)

Summary: Season 1 Era. Before the pilot and before Merle is left on the roof. Daryl and his brother Merle keep to the outskirts of the camp, Reader is interested in Daryl and starts to try and act friendly toward him, only to end up dealing with Merle hitting on her and trying to grab on her. Daryl finally has enough and tells Merle off. Smut ensues. Daryl claims her.


His harsh eyes looked up your body, slower than usual, making them to yours and piercing into your soul, “What is it, sunshine?” He asked with attitude.

He was used to people being guarded with him and Merle, so he always had that shield up.

You put your hands on your hips and looked down at all the split wood at his feet and nodded your head up at him, “Just thought maybe you’d want some help.”

You stare at him boldly and smile sweetly, letting him know your intentions were true.

Daryl huffed and stepped back a little, surprised by your offer; no one ever offered to help him around here, they were all scared of him. But Y/N he noticed had never been afraid of him. In fact, he had caught her staring at him more than a few times since she had joined the group. It made him nervous when your eyes scanned his body. It made him feel things he’d rather not feel. He admitted only to himself that at night when everyone else was asleep and Merle had finally passed out safely that he thought of only her when he would give himself release. Daryl would only admit to himself how bad he really wanted her and now here she was so close to him, offering to help.

Daryl nodded his head back toward you and hardened his eyes even more, as if you could read his thought, “Alright darlin’ have at it.”

You smiled brighter and felt butterflies explode inside your stomach, you nearly got so lost in his eyes that as you went to walk forward you tripped on a stick on the ground, and nearly fell over. You caught yourself and put your hand over your face as you laugh, embarrassed as hell that your clutzy nature had betrayed you in front of the one man  you didn’t want to look like a fool in front of.

Daryl smirked a little, giving you the smallest smile you had ever seen. But for him, that was pretty big.

You shake it off and walk down toward him, bending down to pick up an arm full of logs that were ready on the ground.

As you gathered the pieces into your hands you heard a long, slow whistle, “Damn, girl! Thanks for the show!”

Shit. You had forgotten completely about Merle and of course you were bending over right in front of him.

You quickly shot upright and turned around and glared at him as you walked over to stack the logs on the pig pile you had built up. Merle just laughed easily and wiggled his eyebrow, winking at you.

You turn back around and notice Daryl glaring at his brother, clenching his jaw shut, his hard eyes nodded over to you as if to apologize.

You shrugged and smiled sweetly at him for his concern.

You smirk and turn around toward Merle, and nearly right in front of Daryl, you bend down again, this time facing your ass toward Daryl. You wiggle it slowly as is slightly rubs up against the side of his leg, while you pick up more logs. You wiggle your way back up, putting on a show for Daryl and telling Merle off all at once. You stand back up and glare at Merle, before sweetly leaning your body back slightly onto Daryl’s

“Some women want a real man, Merle.” You say and walk confidently back over to the pile, to add to it.

Daryl’s jaw went tight and his cock was instantly hard when you bent down rubbing against him. Was Y/N fucking serious?? What the hell did that mean? He asked himself inside his head, thoughts of her crying out to him returning to his head. But, that was just the fantasy he had inside. It couldn’t possibly happen, could it?

Daryl’s confused face turned hard again, trying to maintain the appearance of composure when all he wanted was to be all over you, in every way.

His eyes snapped to Merle’s when he heard his brother chuckle. He clenched his jaw tighter when he saw Merle’s eyes roaming your body up and down, slowly checking out every inch of what he wanted to be his.

“I’ll show ya a real man, darlin’.” Merle took a swig of his beer and grabbed himself.

You rolled your eyes and made your way back over to Daryl, picking up another load, allowing Daryl to stare at your ass again. You saw the look in his eye, he was enjoying it, and you fucking loved that!

You pick up another armful, stand, and scoff over to Merle, “Go have another beer. You’re delusional if you think I’m ever gonna give it up to a guy like you.”

Merle suddenly arose to his feet and walked over, putting his face in yours, trying to show his dominance.

Your body tensed up and you were taken aback for a second, long enough to show Merle he had gotten to you.

He licked his lips and stared down at yours, “I think that pretty little mouth of yours could do some damage. I’d love to shove my cock inside that mouth.” His finger came up and he rubbed your lips roughly.

You stepped back, quickly, trying to get away. You tripped again, this time on Daryl’s boot, knocking you back into his chest and body. You gasp in shock as you feel him behind you.

He wrapped his arm instinctually around you as you fell, wrapping his arms around your stomach and waist. His arms lingered as you felt him grab at you roughly a minute, before letting go once you had regained your footing.

He stood inches from your body as he glared his brother down, “Fuck off, Merle. She’s just tryin’ to help. Why you gotta always be startin shit?! Leave her be!” Daryl complained, glaring down Merle.

Merle’s head suddenly tilted back as he made a full hearted laugh escape his lips. He snapped his eyes back to you and then to his brother, “Sure thing little brother.”

He backs away with his hands in the air, laughing, “I’m just tryin’ to have a little fun. A fine piece of ass like that? Ya gotta try, right?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw shut as he watched his brother back away.

“I think I will go get that beer.” Merle looked you up and down and winked at you before turning around and heading off to stir trouble somewhere else in the camp.

Your body relaxed as you watched Merle finally fuck off, you sigh deeply, your sense of safety returning to you. Suddenly, you feel a hand on the small of your back and your body tenses again, this time for another reason, Daryl. You feel electricity shoot through every cell of your body and you lean back into it as he rubs under your skin a little.

“Sorry. He’s a dick.” Daryl says, trying to concentrate on his words, but all he can focus on his hand on your body and the fact that you are allowing him to roam it.

You lean further back into his body, leaning your entire body onto his, forcing his hand even further up your t-shirt. You close your eyes and smile as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Daryl’s eyes were wide and wild as he stared down at your face and your body leaning into his. Was this real? He wondered.

You are so lost in the way his touch makes you feel you completely forget where you are and the fact that it is the middle of the day. You reach behind you and grab his other hand, pulling it up to your stomach and placing it underneath the fabric, encouraging him to travel onward across your body.

Daryl starts to slowly swirl his hand around it, testing your waters, as he brings his other hand to your front, gripping at your stomach and hips, pulling your body into his.

You moan happily when you feel his hard, throbbing cock pressing against your ass, he was just as into this as you.

You open your eyes and look up at him, smiling as you watch him stare your body down, watching his hands work on you. He stares over into your eyes, questions flooding through his mind. His breathing became heavy as he tried to control himself, his hand going as slow as painstakingly possible.

You nod your head up in agreement, “What do you say when go into your tent and have a little mid-day fun?” You asked boldly, asking him for exactly what you wanted from him.


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Snake Eyes | BTS Mafia AU (2)

Pairing: reader x jimin | Mafia/Gang AU

Genre: angst x some fluff

Summary: You were assigned to protect, watch over, and defend him. Falling in love with him was just an inevitable side effect.

A/N: thank you so much for all the love you’ve shown for this & as a way to say thank you for that & the 300 followers, I decided update this today. if you have any questions or thoughts after reading this, don’t hesitate to ask me. enjoy <333

Word Count: 4,714

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When he came back to his senses, Jimin made no noise despite the urge to groan in pain. His face was sore and his neck felt stiff. He refused to move as he could hear hushed whispers and any movement would make the rope bound around his wrists bite at his skin.

“Namjoon-hyung is going to be pissed. He specifically asked for the CEO, not his son.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Summon him back from the dead for questioning?”

Jimin recognized both of the voices. One was Jungkook’s and the other was yours.

“I do have an Ouija board upstairs in my room…” Jungkook’s voice trailed off suggestively.

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Across The Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Sixteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Loki stood in front of the Lords that made up his council colleagues, one as fat and privileged as the next. He watched as Lord Ivan entered the room, with something that finally made him understand the word his mother had called a swag. He looked at Loki with a sly grin on his face, one that made Loki want to go and shake the life out of him, but he refrained, instead, he acted blissfully unaware of everything, the Lord had not realised Thor had heard of his plans, so the element of surprise, much to Lord Ivan’s surprise, was not with him. “Lord Ivan, this is most irregular, is everything alright?”

“Some issues need to be attended to, your highness.” Ivan grinned, “I am aware you are eager to amendments you wish to make.”

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Thorns (Part 3)

Eric X Rose

Warnings: Swearing 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Tags: @everydayrandomlife, @brandinicole911


I feel my heart beat out of control as I cling to the rock wall. Darkness is surrounding me, and I start to feel as if I am suffocating. “Get a grip Rose, you can do this!” I breath through my anxiety attack, forcing myself to be dauntless and move my feet forward. “Fuck!” I gasp, as I reach the end of the corridor. I was too busy panicking about him leaving to listen to his instructions, did he say left or right?

Right, I think he said right. “God I hope this is correct.” I mumble to myself as I take slow steps, still grasping the wall; the adrenalin from the anxiety attack is pumping through me, making me want to run and throw up all at the same time.

I make it to the end of the hall, turning to my left, I see a light. Taking my steps a little faster, I manage to get to the light. Praying it was the door to the dorm room, disappointment sets in as I see it’s a set of stairs. “Did Eric mention stairs?” I shrug “At least it is lit.” My shaky hands grasp the rail as I start my ascent.

The hallway at the top branched out three ways; one going straight, one to the left and one to the right. “I’ll go straight first.” Talking to myself helps me remain calm.

Walking down the corridor, I hunch inward, feeling uncomfortable by the silence. Where is everyone?  

Suddenly the door I am walking past flies open, smashing into me. “Fuck!” I cry out as I bring my hands to my face. Blood is flowing out of my nose, through my fingers, and down my arms. Tears well in my eyes as my hands shift slightly; I think my nose is broken.

“What are you doing here?!” I glance up to see Tobias glaring down at me.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to find my way to the initiates dorm, when I got lost and then I didn’t know where to go and I saw the light at the stairs…”

“Stop talking.” Tobias stops me in the middle of my rambling. Underneath all the blood, my face is bright red. “Follow me.” He opens the door that just hit me, and gestures me inside. Following orders, I keep my mouth shut and head inside.

I am shocked to find it’s an apartment. “come sit over here, let me take a look at your nose.” He places his hand on my back and guides me to a light grey couch.  Realizing I was in Tobias’s apartment, I couldn’t form words. Slowly I lower myself to the couch, as he heads into what looks like a bathroom.

Looking around, I am surprised by how much his apartment reminds me of Abnigation. Everything is so minimal, only what is necessary for living. The only main thing is it has different shades of Black instead of grey. I don’t have much time to ponder why he would want to keep this part of Abnegation, before he is back in front of me with what looks like a wet towel and some gauze.

“I am sorry I hit you with the door.” He says, unable to completely keep the ‘but’ out of his voice. “Exactly what are you doing up here though?” He puts a small amount of gauze in my nose to catch the fresh blood.

“I um… I was walking from the infirmary to the initiate’s dorm with Eric when he left me in the middle of a dark hallway. Then I…” I trail off, unsure if I should reveal that I am afraid of the dark.

“You what?” He starts dabbing my face with warm soapy towel.

“Nothing, I got lost and ended up here.” I look away from him; it doesn’t feel right to not include everything. He grasps my chin brings my face back to his.

“What happened Rose?” Spell bound, I confessed.

“I was panicking too much at being alone in the dark to listen to the instructions.” I say it as a quick whisper, as if he might miss hear it. Dropping my head, I wait for the onslaught of laughter.
Instead he grasps my chin once again and lifts my head to meet his eyes.

“Everyone has fears Rose. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that you could move at all makes you brave.” It was not the response I expected; my heart leapt into my throat.

I say nothing as he dabs the last bit of blood off my face. “Your nose is not broken, but you’re going to have a good bruise.” He stands up to dispose of the bloody rag; breaking the spell. Clearing my throat, I stand. I need to regain my composure and the only way to do that is to get away from him.

“I should probably get going, the longer I’m absent from the initiates the more rumors will spread about my absence.” I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling awkward. Looking over at Tobias, I notice him staring at me with a pained expression. “What?” I brace for what he might say.

“It’s nothing. You’re right, you should go.” His tone is suddenly angry, as if whatever bubble we had just been in was broken. Confused I just nod my head.

His twist the door knob aggressively. On the other side of the door reveals Eric, fist raise, clearly mid nock. His expression is stunned as he spots me standing in Tobias’s apartment.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? It only took you, what, a couple of hours to start hooking up with one of the initiates Four.” He barges into Tobias’s apartment.

“It’s not like that. In fact, she is only here because you left her alone in the compound.” Tobias is cool as he crosses his arms; unfazed by Eric’s presence.
Eric’s head snaps to me, his angry gaze says he is pissed I ratted him out.

“I left her only a hall away. That means she decided to take an unauthorized stroll through the place.” His glare causes me to take a few steps back. I feel like my skin is going to ignite under his gaze.

“Because of your neglect.” Tobias stands up for me.

“Unless she has a good reason for wandering around alone, she is no longer apart of Dauntless. I have no room for rebels.” He glares at me, waiting for me to speak.

I peek a glance at Tobias, his head hangs. He can’t save me now.

“I’m afraid of the dark.” I say quickly.

“Who gives a shit.” He spits.

“She was having a panic attack because you left her alone, in a strange place, in the dark.” Tobias comes to my rescue.

Eric’s reaction seems genuine as his anger is replaced with regret. “That being said, she still should have been dauntless enough to follow directions.” Tobias opens his mouth again to argue when Eric raises his hand to silence him. “I will let it go this once, since I am feeling generous. Now, get to your dorm initiate.” With the look Eric is giving me, I don’t hesitate to walk out the door.

I Hear the door slam behind me and heavy footsteps following me down the corridor. Turning around I see Eric studying me. he makes a motion with his finger to turn around. “keep walking.” His voice pushes me back down the stairs.

We walk through the pitch black corridors together; Eric barking out directions when we needed to turn. As scary as he can be, I feel completely safe with him. Even the dark isn’t bothering me when he is here.

“Here we are.” He says as we reach a set of heavy metal doors. He starts to turn around and walk away.

“Thank you!” I say. He stops; his broad back straightening as he turns back towards me.

“Any time my Rose.” He starts walking away as I shake my head. Did he just say MY Rose? Pushing open the doors, I see bunk beds full of sleeping initiates. Finding the one empty one, I quietly pull the trunk out from underneath. Changing into the black shorts and tee shirt, I climb into bed, exhausted and confused.


Request: Can you write a fic please of Matt the radar technician where maybe the reader is Poe’s or Rey’s sister and they get caught but escape and run into Matt and like he helps them escape but reader starts to fall for Matt the short time that they’re together and misses him when they leave? If you can do it beautiful then I will be forever grateful ❤❤

A/N: Hello and thank you for this! I had to write it asap bc I’ve been dying to write Matt so thank you, again! I’m not one for the whole triplet idea but I guess twin matt/kylo can fly by me so, if you don’t mind, I made him his own person bc I feel like Kylo really wouldn’t do this. Thank you and enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.6K+

The last thing you ever imagined yourself was being held captive, being hostage in the enemy’s territory. It was a disaster, mission gone bad and of course you were the one to be taken in out of the crew you were with. Out of everyone in your team, you were the most smartest and tech savvy–you also knew how to pilot no thanks to your brother. But, of course, with such intelligence, word got out.

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anonymous asked:

I know its too much for asking but could you write a little something for the alien boyfriend au? Its the cutest shit ever and i have never read something like that before. Pretty plssssssss?

*Bat glare* People need to stop requesting whilst requests are not open… HOWEVER… I am feeling generous tonight so you are in luck.

I’m assuming you meant the dickkory week drawing by @dar-draws, yus?

I shall do my best to give you a written piece. Just a little one though.


Kory sighed as she leaned against the railing of her balcony.

He was late again.

2 hours late.

She wanted to be mad and be the typical girlfriend and throw a hissy fit because something more important had apparently taken up his time; something that couldn’t be ignored.

Tilting her head, she surveyed the night time skyline of Bludhaven. Multi-coloured lights winked at her and a chilly breeze rustled her long red hair.

Kory shivered and pulled her purple robe around her body a little tighter. She should probably change out of the surprise she had on for him. Lingerie and a Fall bite were not the greatest of combinations.

There was still a small amount of hope in her heart that he would show up but the doubt was slowly sinking in.

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mrsmin88  asked:

You and avveh are seriously friendship goals like no joke. True friendship is when they spill your couch+cake+jimin fantasy for all Tumblr to know. Truly friendship goals ❤️❤️🤣🤣

You see, I was going to use this opportunity to blast @avveh but then she left a vaguely kind (yet not humble) reply on a post of mine. So I am feeling particularly generous.

Our friendship is special even if she annoys me and makes me question why she acts so much older than me when she is several years younger. She is my best friend and biggest ally. She’s my number one supporter and my loudest cheerleader and defender. Also our chat is full of the best memes and gifs. It’s a thing of beauty.

Oh wait, she just tweeted at me and called me a bitch so….Fuck her.

anonymous asked:

The ut & uf skeletons react this : while shopping one day a human child came up to them asking them to help find their parents, and while they're looking for for them, the child starts to grab on to their leg and wouldn't let go. Thanks 😇

♥UT Sans: “Yeah, sure, kid”. He walks them to the reception desk so they can call for the kids mom over the speakers. On the way there, when they grab onto his leg, he just chuckles and keeps walking, “You having fun, kid”?

♥UT Papyrus: “WHY OF COURSE I WILL ASSIST YOU, TINY HUMAN! WITH THE HELP OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, YOU SHALL HAVE NO PROBLEM IN LOCATING YOUR LOST PROGENITORS! They won’t have to cling to his leg because Papyrus cheerfully lifts them up and sets them on his shoulder as they giggle happily, and makes his way around the mall telling them to point out their patents when they see them.

♥UF Sans: “Ah, bug off, kid”. He just tries to ditch them at first, but when they continue to follow him he begrudgingly decided to take them to the reception desk. On the way there, when they cling to his leg, he’ll try to pry them off, but just end up sighing and going with it.

♥UF Papyrus: “VERY WELL, TINY HUMAN! I SHALL ASSIST YOU, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I AM FEELING PARTICULARLY GENEROUS TODAY!” Boss has a secret soft spot for kids, but bring it up and he will deny it. He takes them by the hand and lead them around the mall to search for their parents. When they cling to his leg, he gets annoyed and franticly shakes it back and forth, only causing the kid to giggle. He is able to pry them off and lifts them up from under their arms, “BEHAVE, TINY HUMAN!”, they kiss the bone above his nasal cavity and he freezes and holds them away from him, bushing hard. A few minutes later, Red runs into him, “ Heya, Boss, how’s th-uuuh”, Red holds back a laugh, “NOT A WORD!”, Boss yells walks away, as the kid sits on his shoulders hugging his head, as they continue through the mall in search of the kids parents.

He Hates Me *A Klaroline Drabble*

A/N : Hi guys this is a drabble for my loveliest friend Jess’s birthday @jesskatethings , sorry I’m two days late but wifi issues are the bane of my existence. I hope you like it. 


Rated M for language , slightly anti-kla//mille.


“Oh god he hates me.” Caroline grumbled taking a seat on a barstool in the Mikaelson bar beside Kol while Rebekah moped the counters.

“Who hates you?” Kol asked and Rebekah ignored her.

“I’m talking about Klaus.”

“Forget Klaus. The man is grumpy as hell why don’t you go for a Mikaelson who will treat you like a queen.”

“I don’t know Elijah is a huge bore.” she feigned innocence.

“Come on blondiepie you know I’m talking about myself. One date honey just one.” he insisted.

“You were still in your mother’s womb when I was stealing Klaus’s lunch. It’s creepy, Kol.”

“Actually I was still in my dad’s balls but age doth no matter I shall love and protect thee with all my heart.” he stated with one hand over his heart and other extended towards Caroline.

She made a disgusted face shoved his hand away and addressed Rebekah, “How long are you gonna avoid me Bekah. I have been back for more than a week now.”

“Kol can you tell the woman sitting beside you that I am busy right now and I have no time for traitors.” Kol smirked and Caroline rolled her eyes at Rebekah’s over dramatic monologue.

“Beks I am sitting right here.”

“Kol tell her or no free beer for you.”

“Caroline Rebekah doesn’t want to see you since you left for cooking school in France five years ago and how dare you go away to follow your dreams.”

“You nincompoop thats not the reason I am mad at her.”

“Then why are you mad at me?” Caroline got up and blocked her path.

“You didn’t even bother to remain in touch. I called you several times and you just flat out ignored me. And now you come back all ready to open your fancy bakers shop and you expect everything to be okay.” Rebekah ranted.

“I’m sorry. I did try to keep in touch initially but culinary school was expensive even with the scholarship. And wifi and international calls cost a fortune. I did send postcards.” Caroline tried to explain her reasons for not being able to stay in touch.

“Only on christmas. You didn’t even have the decency to remember your best friends birthday.” Rebekah quipped somewhat softening.

“You know how it was for me. This was my only chance to make something of myself. I didn’t have money like you guys nor did I have parents who believed in me. It was important for me to prove myself. I could never forget you Beky. I am so sorry. Please forgive.” Caroline curled her bottom lip making a baby face.

“Put that baby face away. I’ll forgive you only if I get a lifetime supply of chocolate chip brownies with coconut frosting.”

“Ten years.” Caroline bargained.

“Fine I give in just because I am feeling generous.” Rebekah replied. Then Caroline stretched her arms out wide, “Hug?”

“Ughh. The things I do just because I have a soft heart.” Rebekah teased and hugged her childhood bestfriend.

“You totally do.” Caroline remarked and Kol hugged them both tightly, “Cool group hug.”

“Sod off Kol.” they yelled together and pushed him away.

He smirked and sat at the barstool.

Rebekah moved behind the bar and Caroline sat beside Kol.

“If only Klaus would forgive me this easily. He literally changes lanes when he sees me. Avoids me like I am a plague infested rat.” Caroline said wistfulness coloring her voice. There was a time he couldn’t bear to be away from her and now he couldn’t bear the sight of her. From kiddie pool to high school sweethearts, everyone had assumed that one day Klaus and Caroline would grow up and marry each other but assumptions sometimes turned wrong. Caroline had moved away to culinary school and Klaus had married someone else.

“Of course he hates you. He is sexually frustrated because his wife turned his hardware into software and the last time he was able to plug his joystick in a panel it was yours.” Rebekah commented and Caroline choked on the water she had just taken a sip of. Kol thumped her back.

“She is right. His stick got no joy from Camille.”

“You two do realize that you are talking about your brother’s … uh…” Caroline felt a bit awkward completing her sentence.

“Penis.” Rebekah supplied.

“Schwantz.” Kol added at the same time.

“Eww you guys are so indecent.” Caroline chastised.

“Would you prefer sophisticated names like manhood since your holier than thou-ness is back from Europe?” Rebekah sarcastically added.

“Oooo. I got one member.” then he nodded at Caroline.

“I would prefer no names at all. Okay. And I would actually prefer if you guys helped me with this Klaus situation. I am back for good and he can’t avoid me forever.”

“I’ll help you. Since I always wanted you to be my sister-in-law and now that Camille is out of the way thanks to Nik finally seeing the light and getting a divorce we can start on mission Klaroline Reunion.”

“A what reunion now?” Caroline asked.

“Klaroline. Mash up name for you and Nik.”

“Koroline would be sexier.” Kol commented.

Caroline cupped his face like a baby’s with one hand and blew a kiss. “Oh sweetie I’m tempted but my joystick isn’t.” and had Rebekah laugh.

Just then Klaus came in. The first thing he saw was Caroline, still the same, world’s most ravishing woman for him, blow a kiss to his younger brother. The stoic expression of his face turned to a scowl. That’s when she looked at him. Sitting more than twenty feet away she still managed to affect him, his felt his heart in his throat when her gaze found his. She gave him a tiny cautious smile and he felt familiar poignant stirrings in his heart and of course his pants. It miffed him that even after all these years and her leaving him without a backward glance he was attracted to her, how pathetic was he? He looked through her pretending he didn’t see her lovely smile and walked away to the pantry.

Caroline had witnessed the emotion flicker on Klaus’s face, longing and desire but maybe she wanted to see that because she was still desperately in love with him. Though they had relieved each other of the commitment they had during the time they had begun dating she was still sour over the fact that he had moved on and that too so soon. Just a few years after her move she had found out that he was dating someone named Camille. Camille, what kind of name was Camille anyway she thought over the rush anger when Klaus again pretended to be unaware of her existence. Oh no he didn’t she put her mental and literal foot down and followed him to the pantry excusing herself from Rebekah and Kol.


She slammed the door to the pantry to alert him to her presence although she freaking didn’t need to since her flowery scent preceded her.

Klaus turned and gave her a nonchalant lift of an eyebrow. It incited her anger even more.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she almost yelled and twisted the lock beneath the door knob.

“No wait.” he muttered trying to prevent her from doing that but then gave a long suffering sigh when Caroline didn’t stop.

“Wait what? This time you don’t go anywhere until I have  made myself clear.”

“I won’t be able to leave even if I wanted.” he said under his breath. God she was even lovelier since the last time he had seen.

Caroline didn’t hear him. “How long do you plan to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“You acting like you don’t know me.”

“As long as you are here.” he replied and saw hurt flash on her face. It gutted him but he stubbornly stood where he was even though he wanted to take her in his arms and take away that hurt.

“So for the rest of my life then. Great!” she crossed her arms and looked like she was about to leave.

He stalled her , “What do you mean?”

“I”m here for good. I do not plan to leave again.”

“Well that’s fantastic.” he snarked.

“Clearly not for you.” she bit out. Dammit his eyes were still the colour of a violent sea perhaps reflecting his inner tumult. Klaus had always been so intense and she had always been a sucker for his complexities and his passion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it says. Don’t you dare pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You hate me.”

“Caroline..” he could see how badly she was hurting and felt like an arse for making her feel that way.

“No. Do not interrupt me. I know you hate me but you have no right or reason to do that. You said you were happy for me when I got into culinary school and you told me you would let me go so I can follow my dreams. But you didn’t mean that did you? You resent me for leaving. I wanted to be with you I was ready to do that long distance thing but you’re the one who broke up with me before I left saying that I needed to focus on my career and …” her voice louder than normal.

“Just a second. I never resented you for following your dreams. I have always wanted you to be happy. I would never hate you for that.” his voice matched his.

“Really. Is that why you can not stand the sight of me and avoid me like I’m the grim reaper after your soul? Admit it. Admit that even though you acted like you were fine with me leaving you, you weren’t. You were a selfish asshole who just pretended to be okay with it and now you are punishing me for that.”

“How can you say that? We were best friends before we were anything else. I have always wanted and wished you to have the best of everything.” his yelled back feeling hurt that she would think that he was selfish. Maybe he was in his interactions with everyone else but never with her. She was the only person in the world that inspired selflessness in him.

“Then why are you acting like a jerk to me? I left you alone Klaus when you decided to get married last year because it was too much for me. I have never done anything to sabotage your happiness. I ….” Caroline’s ire escalated.

“That’s the problem Caroline. You left me alone. We were best friends and you didn’t even bother to show up at my wedding. You left me without a backward glance. I let you go but that didn’t mean I didn’t need my best friend.” he interrupted her in a quiet voice.

Her heart ached. How could he have expected her to be his friend after he had decided to spend his life with someone else.

She realized it was pointless to pursue this matter. It was better if they stayed away from each other.

“Are you insane? How could I have shown up at a wedding to watch the man I love marry another woman. I am not that strong Klaus. I think it’s better if we stayed out of each other’s way. You can avoid me all you want but be subtle about it at least. I can…”

“I didn’t hate you for leaving. I hated you for not asking me to leave with you.” he murmured she couldn’t be more shocked.


“I would’ve gone to hell with you if you had asked and I’d have been happy with it because you’re my heaven. I was only with Camille to convince myself i could get over you but i was wrong. We both married each other for the wrong reasons so it didn’t even last for a few months. It was over months before we actually got a divorce. ” he whispered taking a step towards her and she was suddenly very aware of the small size of the pantry and how hot the air was getting inside it.

“I couldn’t ask that of you, Klaus. You had just been accepted to the most prestigious Art School. I couldn’t take that from you. I loved you.”

Maybe she had been feeling courageous to confront him propelled by all the rage and adrenaline earlier but it seemed to have left her the moment he had told her he would’ve left with her and she was his heaven. Poetic arshole always had a way with words and it always made her go jello in the knees. Her heart began thudding when he backed her into a wall.

“Loved?” he asked.

“Yeah. I mean of course… I mean you know..we together.. for a year.” Caroline was nervous now. He had his hands flat on the wall on either side of her head.

He had the urge to check if her mouth still tasted of sugar coated berries. She was fiend for those things.

“And now?” he leaned his head closer and nuzzled her neck when he saw desire and some other pure emotion cloud her eyes.

“What do … you… want… me to say?” she breathed when he licked the pulse at the base of her throat.

“Rebekah thinks you came back because I got a divorce. She listed a number of points to support her theory yesterday evening.”

“She did?” She loved it when pressed light kisses over her jaw.

“Mmhmm.” Her skin still tasted the same. “She also thinks we need to have to sex asap so we can stop affecting other people with the weird sexual rays we emit every time we are in the same room.”

“Okay.” she mumbled and he kissed her then. Her taste was the same, a flavor that he had been addicted to. Kissing her desperately he pulled her in his arms needing a fix for his addiction. Her hands fisted over his back her nails dug in his muscles. It spurred him he lifted her tucking her around his waist. Her mouth open slightly as if surprised by the evidence of his desire and he laughed against her mouth. His hands sneaked under shirt massaging her breasts.

She needed to talk to him before it got out hand Caroline thought fighting against the onslaught of desire burning through her veins

“Nik.” she stated once and when her voice didn’t register she held his face in her hands.

“What are we doing?” she asked and Klaus smiled. Then he kissed her softly and replied, “What do you think?”

The potency of emotion she saw in his eyes shook her. She could see he still loved her.

“Rebekah is right. I came back when I heard about your divorce hoping..” she couldn’t complete her sentence when he crashed his lips to hers. After a few toe curling seconds he prompted, “Hoping?”

“Hoping you’ll be easy pickings.” she teased.

“Really? So you think I’m easy pickings?”

“Totally.” she answered and he laughed.

“Well even if I weren’t I couldn’t stop you from ravishing me. The lock is faulty. Thus I think I might as well be a good sport and surrender my virtue.” he kissed her again and she felt the bulge in his pants getting harder.

“You totally should. I still love you and Klaus I know I always will. You’re it for me. Have always been from the day when you punched Jesse for me for throwing a frog at me in sixth grade.” she bit her lip.

“You’ve been the one for me from the day you stole my lunch in third grade and blamed it on Rebekah.” Klaus placed kiss over her forehead. “I love you Caroline Forbes.”

They smiled and were about to kiss again when a note slid under the door. Klaus let Caroline go and picked it up.

“It says Happy Sexing my darlings. Pantry sex is the best. Ps Caroline make it fifteen years of brownies for blaming me for stealing Nik’s lunch. And Oh Nik I’m taking your Italian scotch for knowing about it and still getting me punished.

Love Rebekah.”

Then a packet slid under the door with a paper wrapped around it.

Klaus lifted it too, unwrapped the paper and saw it was a condom. There was something scribbled on the paper. Caroline took it and read it.

“For heaven’s sake Nik. Next time buy a condom first. Don’t check your wallet I stole that one months ago.

Ps Caroline if his system is broken you know where to find me.

*winky face* Kol”

They both laughed and then proceeded to put the borrowed condom to good use.




My newest video for two its better than one chapter 5.

How will vivian react after finding out she was part of a bet? Will she go crazy or forgive Ivar but give him a run for his money with her?
You guys can choose the next ending of the chapter if you want, I am feeling generous 😂😘
Queen B rocking like always.
Vivian and Ivar sexual tension rising to the sky day by day.
Hope you enjoy this piece of shit of video I did.

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Warnings: daddy kink, power play, cockrings (okay that one was a plus i mean what)

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Essay || Calum Hood

Requested; Yes

Summary; Nerd!Calum helps you out with your essay and a little something else.

Warning; Smut

“So in this novel there are themes that bring up controversy and cause us to think about our own values…” You felt your eyelids get heavier with drowsiness then twitch as you fought to stay awake.

You stayed up late last night catching up on the last 4 chapters you “forgot” to read over the weekend for homework because there was going to be a class discussion and you didn’t want to make a complete fool of yourself, especially not in front of Calum, who happens to sit next to you.

Every day you constantly rack your brain, trying to come up with something to talk about with him but he always gave you a curt response and avoid all eye contact with you. Eventually you gave up trying to make small talk and you’d give him a friendly “hi” every once and a while, which he, much to your surprise, politely returned. Maybe he wasn’t a fan of talking.

“So for the next few days we will be working on writing our essays, following the prompt. To what extent can one play God when it comes to genetics such as in this story? Why do you believe it is wrong/right etc.” Your professor kept rambling and you peeked at Calum who had his entire outline for the essay written down already. “Okay we have 20 minutes left of class but since I am feeling generous today I’m letting you guys out early.”

Calum leisurely continued to write, meanwhile everybody else was bolting out the door. You decided this was your chance to talk to him, perhaps get a little help on your essay because truth be told you had no idea where to start. “Hey Calum?”

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