so I decided to go for the names

Charlies Christmas Wishlist!

I wasn’t going to make one this year but since so many of you suggested and it went so awesome last year I decided to make another one for her so that you guys can participate in making her christmas just a little bit more magical :) 

Just like last year every present you send her will be individually wrapped and put under the tree for her with your name or tumblr url (whichever one you write down when you get her gift) and i’ll take a picture of her opening it and send it to you!

Here’s the list for her wish list: http://a.co/1J4TgxE

If you want to keep your gift completely anonymous I understand but I insist if you get her something please let me know! I’ll be following all the people that get something for her and I’ll also be making a huge thank you post and tagging everyone that decides to participate this year. I’m not sure how to end this post so here’s a picture of her opening her presents last year, enjoy!

The Flowers Of Her Name

Hetalia: Axis Powers | (nyo!)Lithuania/Poland | 6588 words | T | Poland and Lithuania’s friendship grow throughout the years, until one night…

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(Honestly I thought that trying to write something lighter would be easier but turns out that it’s not. Writing one shots for me is hard especially because I have this obsession of researching about everything I write about but this time I decided to be more self indulgent and write something sweet.
And this is the reason why I avoid writing romantic stuff.

I’ve tried to include canon moments but written with the perspective of nyo!Lithuania. I hope you all like it!

Btw I think I’ve only seen one fic starring Poland and nyo!Lithuania since I can remember. Well make it two now. I can’t see something rare I have to write about it. And LietPol is one of my weaknesses so here you go. Now I retreat to my slumber lest you all curse my name for this fic.)


A flower’s name for such an untamed wolf girl who had left her homeland for quite a while.
Her homeland filled with deep forests, dark earth, the lonely coasts of the Baltic Sea and the shimmering eyes of her kin glowing in the night, their symphony echoing in the wind.
She, a wildling since she had been born, with her pale countenance, glossy nut-brown curls carefully braided along her shoulder and those unnaturally light coloured eyes who won a cold gleam in the moonlight.

Those with wolf eyes have also a wolf’s heart.

And Rūta for a name, how could ever be a more fitting name for her, Lithuania?
The rue is a crest for grief and maidenhood, the forests have maintained her virtue untouched but sorrow had chased her from the moment she left her home.

The times were changing, now more than ever she would need to bare her teeth and defend her home from the invaders. Those white ghosts armed with swords and fire while holding a black cross on their chests.
Oh she was a wild thing alright, she would go to the battlefield ready to spill the blood of her adversaries, she would attack from the shadows as an unmerciful wraith.
Lithuania was an iron wolf in the shape of a woman, her teeth were her long sword, her howls her battle cries and her indomitable spirit was as resilient as the purest iron.  

But it proved to not be enough, Europe on the 15th century had transformed itself onto a game of conquests and she, although had grown stronger, could not keep up with the tide.

Lithuania remembered so vividly when she was called by her grand-duke after a particular shameful defeat against those white ghosts, so called the Teutonic Knights.
She bowed her head and glued her eyes on the ground, cheeks burning in shame and humiliation for presenting herself in such pitiful condition.
He had decided to marry, the grand-duke had announced. Such news made her snap her head back up in shock, it seemed that he was determined to go forth with that idea.
Lithuania did not said anything on the moment but her expression had told everything the grand-duke needed to know.
It was perfectly normal for her to be reluctant, but she had to keep in mind certain aspects of geopolitical strategies.
To the north there was Denmark, the Teutonic Knights whose power was growing even larger as she was well aware of not to mention the Ottoman Empire and their cries of war that could be heard throughout all Europe.

I am not going to stand idle while you come out looking like that after every single battle Rūta.”

I… I’m doing what I can sir.”

Be that as it may, an alliance is in order. You can’t keep fighting all by yourself.”

And there she went, off to the country of marriage to set an alliance with the commander of the Eastern Europe, that man whom she had heard about several times before but not paid particular attention.
Poland was handful or so the word went, almost impossible to describe with accuracy. Golden hair, intense green eyes and an affinity to behave in the most unorthodox manners anyone could expect.

“Don’t underestimate him.” – her grand-duke had warned her.

Lithuania wouldn’t dream of doing such thing, anyone who was known as commander of the Eastern Europe was certainly a force to be reckoned with. And she, the wolf girl, in a sense was now set to marry him.
But no, nothing could have ever prepared her for that meeting on that fateful morning.

Rūta had entered on the large throne room accompanied by a young polish soldier and her grand-duke right next to her. All the admiration she held for him increased exponentially while they walked for what it seemed an eternity from the entrance door to the middle of the room.
It was wonderful how he managed to remain so calm and collected on such crucial moment unlike her who kept her gaze on the ground, too nervous to look to what was ahead of her.

Then a voice echoed on the room, more joyful than she was expecting and yet with a hint of impishness in it and as she rose her eyes to finally meet his amused smile, Rūta felt herself freeze. As handsome as his features were it was indeed the intensity of his eyes that caused the greatest impression on her.

He wasn’t good news, she couldn’t let her guard down.

The nonchalance and casualty that Poland introduced himself was a bait, Rūta was sure of it as he was immensely diverted with her nervousness. And as such, she bared her teeth again as any wolf would do.

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*cracks knuckles*

Alright, I have heard the siren call of my Old and Venerable Ship, of which I am one of the last remaining sailors aboard. Earlier there was a post made comparing reylo to the xena subber ship (even if the fact it was a ship was not expressly stated, the implication is still there) xena and gabrielle, and so I feel compelled to offer an alternative- namely that Xena and Ares have way more in common with Reylo than the former, especially in light of things inevitably to come. I only have an hour to write this, so I hope I can make this make sense. (putting this under a cut because it got so long- I’ve not proofread this because I have to get back to work so please forgive any mistakes)

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To see more information from developing my game, sketches and screenshots go to my Vasdorl Fanpage!

Ok! So since the day 4 of drowcember is Settings/cities/backgrounds I decided to post this :D Yey, another rainbow corridor!
And this one has even a name. It’s called Spider Crossing ;)

Deviantart | Furaffinity | Tapastic | SmackJeeves | Facebook Fanpage | Voteing for VV comic

msu82  asked:

You could always called her Elora Edie or Edie Elora. Either was a combination of first-and-last names, first-and-middle, or conjucted names (Elora-Edie Whateverlastname or Edie-Elora Anotherwhateverlastname).

I think I’ve decided to name her Elora Edie. But she doesn’t like how posh and fancy Elora sounds because that’s not her personality at all so she prefers to go by Edie.

Now I have to pick a last name and I hate that. Ugh. BLEEEGH.

I was going to keep this under wraps until completion but I’m impatient. This is Nana, my Mystic Messenger character for Seven’s romance. This is going to fuck my tags up, having a character with the same nickname as me, but I thought the fact that it’s the name of the number seven in Japanese was cool. I dunno.

I haven’t yet decided what field she specializes in, but she’s finishing a science major. She’s hyper, very smart, with a penchant for mysteries, conspiracies and sci-fi. Her sustenance consist mostly of energy bars and coffee. When she can, collects UFO-related merch. Always looking up at the sky, she’s determined to go to outer space one day. Tends to dress in pastel colors or rainbow patterns. Her environment is always clean, but messy. Rika’s apartment is a chaos of books, papers, posters, laptop, sticky notes and lab equipment, and that’s before Seven arrives with his own mess. Gets up very early but ceases to function, exhausted, around midnight. She’s kindhearted but shy and awkward, though she’s more open in the partial anonymity of the messenger. Loves all the members very much, as they’re the only friends she has that have stuck around and seem to accept her as she is. Has a pet rat called Heisenberg.

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

Tumblr Accent Challenge!

So I did the accent challenge last night, and decided I was going to make a new one, since the challenge I did (which you can find here,) is five years old. So here’s the one I made, have fun! 

Bonus: If you’re comfortable with it, do it as a video! 

  • What’s your name & username?
  • Where are you from?
  • What’s the time where you are?
  • Pronounce the following words: Meme, Pepe, Doge, Sudoku, Espresso, Celtic, Açaí, Dr. Seuss.
  • What’s your favourite pizza place? Favourite pizza topping?
  • What’s your favourite dessert?
  • What’s your favourite food? What food do you hate?
  • What’s your favourite TV show? Which show were you into, but then got out of?
  • What brand is your phone?
  • Do you speak a second language?
  • How do you define a group of people when you’re talking to them? Do you say ‘guys,’ or ‘dudes’ or?
  • What Harry Potter house do you most identify with? If sorted by Pottermore, did you agree with the one you got?
  • Is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?
  • Now that you’ve talked about what you need to be doing, go do it! 
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WHAT’S THIS?? Have some legendary birds, y’all! 

Their Maya names (they’re word and number mash ups so they don’t translate directly): 

síiskhuun (Freeze one) 
haats’caan (Lighting two) 
k’áak’oos (Fire three)

Today, I fucked up... by putting a John Cena plugin on my computer

So this happened on Saturday. Awhile ago I downloaded this extension for chrome on my laptop that whenever you load a new webpage it has a 1/100 chance of going to a super loud John Cena video. I thought it was hilarious, and I rarely used my laptop for things other than porn and dank memes, so I quickly forget about it. Well last week my grandfather passed away, and my super serious military uncle asked if he could see my laptop to pick out music for the service. Ohshitmybrowserhistory so I delete that right quick, but I forget the John Cena extension. You can probably see where this is going. Whatever god I pissed off decided that today was going to be the day. The whole fam gathers and he searches up some nice, melodic music. Real heartfelt stuff. We all agreed it was good, so he moved on to the related videos and HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA 🎺🎺🎺🎺 🎺🎺🎺🎺

OH

FUCK

I frantically reach down and hit f5 but the damage was done and now my uncle and the rest of my relatives think I found my grandpa’s death to be a great time to play a practical joke.

TL;DR My whole family became aware of my love for potato salad while grieving over my grandfather

Check out more TIFUs: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

ok here we go… it’s (my least favorite mututal) daddylexas birthday today and weeks ago she requested that i make her, and i quote, “a video compilation of lexa being daddy” and guess what? i actually fucking did it. and i couldn’t even decide on a single song so it really is a compilation of like 5 mini videos. this took hours to make. what the fuck. i hate you viri. happy birthday

the American Revolution happened when the burgeoning American colonial bourgeois found British mercantilism to be incompatible with their own economic interests (which included the continuation of the slave trade and further westward expansion). not because a bunch of ~cool and quirky dudes~ decided to stick it to the man in the name of liberty or what the fuck ever. that’s called a) the Great Man of History Fallacy and b) historically revisionist, American exceptionalist, settler propaganda.

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“What shitty luck… Of all the countless marines on this sea… We had to run into this man!!

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Every single frame of the forehead touch, for your pleasure (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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couldn’t decide which one i liked better so y’all can have both

might post a close-up of vax’s armor later ( ᐛ)

I know that you’ve grown accustomed to keeping things to yourself. It hurts to tell people and only get half assed sympathy. You no longer trust people, my stained glass heart. I’m sorry that you feel that way, but if it helps, I’m here for you. In every way that the sun blends into the summer flowers, I’ll be that little light we love to feel on our skin when the sprinkles break. It does hurt to open up, especially if people don’t really listen. So I’ve been listening and honestly, I’ll always be here for you. You’re going to be okay, and if the sky does decide to fall down, don’t you worry. I’ll catch each raindrop and give it a name, I’ll give your tears another reason to dry. I might get sick, I might grow old, but as long as souls can be colorful– I’ll always try to be there.
—  I’m here for you.

I wasn’t looking for an exceptionally memorable evening. i was just looking to get laid and in that quest I admittedly made some pretty stupid choices that night.

I ended up matching with some scrawny, bearded, shaggy haired dude that looks like every hipster douchebag across the country. He was in town visiting some friends supposedly. After talking for a little bit i agreed to go meet him even though it was getting pretty late and i knew it wasn’t the best idea…but alas, i was horny and not much was going to stop me.

we meet, he seems normal enough. We joke, we talk. He does make some comments that i brushed off –bitter words about his parents. We get down and dirty and when we’re done he tells me that his tinder name isn’t his real name and he’s not sure if he wants to tell me his real name. Then he decides i’m worthy of knowing. As you can imagine this new name incites no reaction from me. So he tells me to Google him. I say okay, thinking i’ll do that later but he insists i do it at that very moment. So i take out my phone and Google him. The first of many pages to pop up are all about this high profile missing persons case. This man that i just fucked is now claiming to be a child that was abducted 27 years ago and was never found.

As though that’s not weird enough, he starts rambling about how his mother knew where he was the whole time and she never did anything. Supposedly using his case to start an organization for missing children to embezzle money. Also about how he’s made a bad move telling me and he’s gotta leave because he’s got people looking for him and he doesn’t want to be found. He’s gotta stay one step ahead! He asks me not to tell anyone that matters. i said i wouldn’t for a few reasons. 1.) there’s a good chance he’s lying 2.) if he’s not lying i definitely don’t wanna get mixed up in his dramas.

This night was just weird as hell and it was also my very first tinder experience

Smile, Doll Face

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral, blowjob, slight Dubcon

A/N: My first post on this blog! Woohoo! I wrote this so you readers could get a grasp of my writing style. And because I thoroughly enjoyed Suicide Squad! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Of course this would happen. Of all days you decide to go to the bank, you pick this day. The day the bank gets robbed. Perfect. Just fucking spectacular. Although, it’s not all downside. Yes, there is the risk of you getting injured or killed, but now is your chance to catch the infamous Clown Prince in action. You’re a reporter. Not a big name reporter, just one of the little guys. Your pay is shitty but it gets you by. Hopefully, this could be your big break! You keep a tight grip on the camera hanging around your neck as you hide behind one of the marble pillars. The Joker’s goons are tying up hostages while he barks orders at them. You peak out from cover and shakily snap a few pictures.

“Stupid fucking thing!” You whisper harshly as your camera goes out of focus.

After fumbling with it for a bit, you aim the camera back up, only to see the Joker inches away from the lens.

You yelp and scramble backwards into the wall.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost little kitten sticking it’s nose where it doesn’t belong.”

His voice sends shivers down your spine and you try to tuck yourself further into the wall.

He comes closer, kneeling down in front of you.

“Is the kitten frightened?” He coos, dragging a gloved finger down your cheek.

It should be!” He growls, pulling the camera strap so your faces were inches apart.

“Why are you taking pictures, huh?”

You gulp, “I-I’m a reporter…”

“Oh, the scum of the earth, I see,” he gibes with a smirk.

“Look who’s talking,” you retort without thinking.

“Feisty kitten. I like it,” he purrs.

You feel a familiar wetness between your legs, only to realize he’s turning you on.

He’s handsome, in a peculiar kind of way. You never went for the normal ones anyhow. You trail your eyes from his bright green hair, to his piercing blue eyes, down to his cherry red lips. Instinctively, you lick your own.

“Do you know who I am?”

Everyone knows who you are. The Clown Prince, The Joker,” there’s a hint of admiration in your voice and he picks up on it immediately.

“So then, you know that I always take what I want, no matter what it is,” he husks as he takes your camera from you.

Before you can respond, he drags you into one of the storage rooms and cuffs both of your hands to the shelf above your head.

You look up at the Joker from your spot on the floor. You could see the bulge in his pants and it made your breath hitch.

“S-so, what is it you want?” You question nervously.

“What I want,” he says, taking his erection out of his pants,

“is your mouth around my cock.”

You gasp as he yanks your hair and he takes the opportunity to slam his cock into your mouth. He guides your head slowly down and then back up again, your saliva coating his shaft. Your tongue drags along his slit as you start to bob your head, your plump lips wrapped around his cock, engulfing him in your wet heat.

You hear the familiar sound of your camera and you look up with wide eyes.

He smirks and snaps another picture of you.

“You wanted to take pictures of me so badly, I figured I’d return the favor,” he grunts, thrusting hard into the back of your throat. He grips the back of your head tightly to keep you down on his cock.

You gag and tense against the cuffs, fidgeting beneath him. Your eyes begin to water as you look up at him. His lips pull into a snarl and he picks the camera up again.

“That’s right. Show me how much of a slut you are, taking my whole cock,” he growls.

He pulls all the way out and you gasp for air, saliva flowing down your chin to your neck. You’re hit with a cool breeze when the Joker cuts your shirt open, along with your bra, your nipples hardening immediately. He pinches them roughly and you lurch forward with a whimper.

“Alright, kitten. Make daddy cum,” he commands.

“How about you make me!” You shout.

He flashes a wicked grin and pulls out his gun, pressing it to your temple.

“How bout now, doll face?”

You slowly swirl your tongue around his tip, dipping into his slit. You tease him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take his length. You swallow around him and he let’s out a shaky groan.

“Faster!” He hisses as the cool metal of the gun presses harder against your head.

You obey, bobbing your head faster and keeping your lips suctioned around him. Your saliva glistens on his rigid cock, and the thought of it pounding into your wet core leaves you overwhelmed.

The ache between your legs is getting to be too much, so you take your mouth from his cock.

“I c-can’t…I need-”

The Joker growls loudly before slamming his cock back into your mouth. He pumps into your mouth mercilessly, your saliva sloppily trailing over your breasts and down your stomach. Each thrust makes you gag and your wrists bruise from your movements in the cuffs. Tears stream down your face as you glance up at him. He’s breathing heavier with every thrust. One hand is tangled in your hair and the other still tightly grips the gun. Sharp blue eyes are still transfixed on you and he flashes his shiny teeth at you.

“This mouth is mine,” He rasps.

His thrusts become erratic, his cock twitches in your mouth and you know he’s close. He hits the back of your throat one last time before pulling out and shooting his cum in your mouth and all over your breasts. The Joker catches his breath and smiles deviously at you.

“Stick your tongue out for me, kitten.”

You stick your cum covered tongue out and look up at the camera.

“Oh, this one’s perfect. Now swallow daddy’s cum like a good little slut.”

You swallow his cum and lick some from your lips.

“Boss, we got the money! We can head out whenever you’re ready,” a goon shouts.

The Joker zips his pants back up and grins at you.

“Looks like our play time is over. Such a shame I couldn’t get a taste of your pretty pussy,” he teases as he unlocks the cuffs.

You rub your bruised wrists and push yourself to your feet, hastily zipping up your jacket.

“Maybe next time.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Next time?”

He laughs and grabs your chin, his thumb brushing over your lips.

“I’m not letting you get too far, that mouth of yours is too good to lose,” he whispers before kissing you roughly.

You wrap your fingers around his jacket and pull him closer. He growls and pushes you back.

“Don’t get me started again,” he warns.

“Right,” you mumble, releasing his jacket.

“You should go, before the cops get here.”

You reach for your camera but the Joker holds it back, out of your reach.

“Nuh-uh, I’m keeping this. I need something to hold me over until I see you again.”

With a smirk, he turns on his heel and leaves the room. With your camera.

“You can’t just take my camera!” You call after him.

He turns slowly with a dangerous look in his eyes.

“What was that?”

You pick nervously at your fingers.

“That camera was $400….And my source of income.”

He rolls his eyes and reaches into a goons’ bag, pulling out a stack of 100 dollar bills and placing it in your hand.

You almost decline, but then you realize, this is more than you make in an entire year. You quickly shove it into your boot with a wide grin.

“Such a beautiful smile. I’ll see you around, doll face.”

The Joker and his goons exit the bank and you smile fondly, wondering when you’ll see the Clown Prince again.

But first, it’s time to go shopping!

Tagged: @harlejokerx

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