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@browngirldominion
I wish to have Meghan knees and a back that DONT crack
@musialaslut IS A FANFIC THIEF!!!
just found ANOTHER uninspired, non writing ass bitch on this god forsaken app! (first pic is the og) deleting the post and blocking me wont do shit you weirdo, you ain’t even ACKNOWLEDGE the evil ass shit you did! DONT RUN!!
WORD FOR WORD YALL. KYLIAN DONT EVEN TALK LIKE THAT, JUST WRITE YO OWN SHIT 💀
asked the thieving bitch bout it and now i’m blocked!… #nahdolly. yall make sure she ain’t snatch up none of yall shit because apparently she thought this was an easy lick!
i even asked the REAL author about it and they confirmed that it’s not their account either and the fic was indeed stolen.
idk why mfs keep playing like are you not fucking embarrassed??? if i wasn’t into basketball too and read other fics on here i would have never known that this fic was literally COMPLETELYYY stolen. like are you not fucking embarrassed? and then was in the comments telling mfs thank you like you wrote it! that’s a new level of mentally ill! 💀
the audacity of you @musialaslut …of course i’m blocked so the loser wont see this but i want yall to be aware of the weird shit going on.
GET THEM
kelly rowland.
This must have been taken in the winter time. Maybe this is her winter melanin?
"If you nasty, we can do that too."
I folded at the smoke voice, WHEW SHIT! 😩
excuse me while i go… um.. 🏃🏽♀️🏃🏽♀️
whew yeah I couldn't handle that. I would have folded every time
Hey Everyone!
Not sure if everyone follows me here like my other blog but unfortunately @nahimjustfeelingit-writes is apparently gone.
That was my second blog that I created back in 2019 when this old writing blog started messing up with me not being able to find fics.
So sadly if I can’t recover my blog, I will no longer be writing.
Because mostly all of my work is gone. So I just wanted to update you guys on that.
Thanks for the support! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
I literally just got back on here! @staff @support please bring my favorite page back!
@eye-raq Nooooooooo!!!
Did the site delete it?
Did someone report it?!?!
Yeah mama it’s gone. I was looking for something and noticed it wasn’t coming up. I’m pissed
Life size mannequin.
Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.
I haven’t even read this yet but I’m just gonna place it right here…for the culture. 😂😂😂
They way I almost fell off my bed laughing. I can’t breathe send oxygen. I haven’t even read this yet and I’m already dying.
Imagine in the Thirteen Ghosts universe, that Cyrus Kriticos wasn’t the first person to use ghosts for his own personal gain. A man named Eugene Rakes was the first to do it back in 1940. Smoke and Stack were the fourth and fifth spirits to get captured by him. Rakes was your maternal uncle who invited you to tour his new and unusual mansion. Unbeknownst to you, the spirits of your late husband Elijah and brother in law Elias, who were gunned down by the Irish and Italian mafia in 1932, were desperately trying to get your attention behind those spell stained glass walls.
HEADS UP!! the bakery will be updated with new menu items later on tonight! if you wanna drop any suggestions, kinks, tropes, now is your time to comment or dm me!
You ugly lonely old virgin bitch don’t ever speak on Aaron you write stupid stories about a black man that wouldn’t spit on you if you where on fire
All of Michael’s fans are ugly black woken who can’t get dick that’s why you write about imaginary dick all day you ugly bitch
I can tell that your cornbread isn’t done in the middle. Imagine being this hateful and my YOUNG BEAUTIFUL ass is in my room sexy dancing like Brittney Spears.
P.S. every single black MBJ fan I’ve encountered is drop-dead GORGEOUS 💜💜💜💜💜
Well excuse the hell out of me! I thought we all love us some MBJ and Aaron fics also what the fuck is Black Woken? I’m pretty sure we all getting the Mario Coins knocked out of us on the daily. We ride at dawn
Listennnn this is the only time my dyslexia has been beneficial while decoding this message. If you say we ride at dawn then we ride at dawn sis!
We ride at dawn. Cause who the fuck do they think they are. I don’t play about my gorgeous fanfic writers.
You ugly lonely old virgin bitch don’t ever speak on Aaron you write stupid stories about a black man that wouldn’t spit on you if you where on fire
All of Michael’s fans are ugly black woken who can’t get dick that’s why you write about imaginary dick all day you ugly bitch
I can tell that your cornbread isn’t done in the middle. Imagine being this hateful and my YOUNG BEAUTIFUL ass is in my room sexy dancing like Brittney Spears.
P.S. every single black MBJ fan I’ve encountered is drop-dead GORGEOUS 💜💜💜💜💜
Well excuse the hell out of me! I thought we all love us some MBJ and Aaron fics also what the fuck is Black Woken? I’m pretty sure we all getting the Mario Coins knocked out of us on the daily. We ride at dawn
MBJ's tattoo ain't talked about enough it looks so good on him...😩
IT REALLY AINT 😩😩😩
okay so maybe it’s kismet and i swear i DID NOT DO THIS ON PURPOSE but the newest addition to my half sleeve lowkey matches his tattoo. 🤧
FIRST OF ALL THAT SHIT IS 🔥🔥🔥
Chile that’s just all types of sexy
Writing and it’s raining is just an amazing combo for me
I’ve decided on a dare from my mom to start writing and posting. How did you get the confidence to write and post?
Hey! I'm so excited you are getting your work out there!
I have been a reader and writer since I was three, I used it for escapism, or to process my feelings about something. My only way to explain my reading habits was that: I like eating. I gorged myself reading any and everything in effort to either understand it or to find how a story wants to make me feel. With writing it was ad to me having a constant introspection and world making is what lead me to my confidence in my writing itself.
I HAVE a story that I MUST get out of my head, what lead to the TELLING my stories was honestly FOMO.
I came up on places like early day Wattpad/Quote/Tumblr when a physical book just couldn't give me that constant satisfaction or I just had some media lingering in my head and was amazed to find that there were both writers like me AND readers who eat up stories and were begging for more like me. I was and saw a community of readers begging for more stories and realized I could help provide.
It's a mutually beneficial cycle, I get that story out of my head, those readers who are searching find it, we make a beautiful community, they encourage me to write more, and once again I write more to provide.
It became a passionate duty of mine to provide the stories I made to readers like me.
The need to find a fic or story that is JUST like the one in my mind became too much, so I wrote it. It became very clear that many people had that same issue as me but not the means to write it like I could. So I saw sharing that story as a task only I could do!
But I also understand that something's with certain things we write, it's just our precious baby that we don't want to go out into the big scary world or criticism or being left unappreciated! Or that it lived in our minds so long and made a home there, that we truly feel only we the writer and a word doc can understand it fully.
I have both fanfics for many fandoms and Original works that I interact with every day that many NEVER see the light of day. And I have accepted that some things are just for me and my mind.
But, at the same time, you have to take risks to grow as a writer, there are just some stories that require a reader to continue. Writers are people always in their heads after all, we've started at the words so longer they are nothing to us and we need a reader to spark the story to speak again.
You have to take a chance on the wind that it's going to carry your wings to some greater place.
Do your best to tell your story and sometimes that requires you to do it scared!
Thank you I’ll take all of this into consideration. I have so many ideas that I’ve finally started writing them down. I’ll post something once I rearranged my thoughts into something more concrete
A Chance Encounter
Ok, so this is my first time writing and posting this, so I hope you like it.
Derek Strange & Dominique Edwards at the Boutique
Derek Strange wandered the aisles of the boutique, half-amused by the array of colors and textures at his fingertips. It was one of those rare afternoons without deadlines or cases, and he found himself drawn in by the subtle allure of possibility. The faint notes of classical music floating from the speakers seemed to slow the world outside, wrapping the store in a gentle hush.
He reached for a dark blue tie just as another hand brushed against his. Dominique Edwards, poised and confident, met his gaze with a warm, knowing smile. "Looks like we have similar taste," she said, her voice carrying a rich undertone that lingered in the air between them.
Derek returned her smile, his curiosity piqued. "Blue always was my color," he replied, a playful spark lighting his eyes.
Dominique tilted her head, considering him anew, her eyes lingering on the line of his jaw before flicking back to the tie. "It certainly suits you," she responded, letting the words hang, charged with gentle banter.
They found themselves exchanging stories as naturally as if the world had always intended their paths to cross here, amidst silk and cotton, the hum of quiet conversation, the occasional laughter of other shoppers. Time slipped by unnoticed as they discussed favorite books, the best coffee in the city, and memories entwined with fabric and fragrance.
An hour passed in a heartbeat. Derek realized he was clutching a shirt he had not intended to buy, but it hardly mattered. Dominique studied her selection, then met his eyes again. "I suppose we both found something unexpected today," she said, her tone hinting at more than clothes.
As they left the store together, the city seemed to shimmer with possibility. On the sidewalk, Derek offered his arm; Dominique accepted, her fingers curling over him with easy familiarity. Their laughter trailed behind them, a gentle promise that this chance encounter was only the beginning of something new and electric.
This is my first time posting, and my mom is looking over my shoulder to make sure I post my writing. Dragon lady is breathing down my neck.
A Chance Encounter
Ok, so this is my first time writing and posting this, so I hope you like it.
Derek Strange & Dominique Edwards at the Boutique
Derek Strange wandered the aisles of the boutique, half-amused by the array of colors and textures at his fingertips. It was one of those rare afternoons without deadlines or cases, and he found himself drawn in by the subtle allure of possibility. The faint notes of classical music floating from the speakers seemed to slow the world outside, wrapping the store in a gentle hush.
He reached for a dark blue tie just as another hand brushed against his. Dominique Edwards, poised and confident, met his gaze with a warm, knowing smile. "Looks like we have similar taste," she said, her voice carrying a rich undertone that lingered in the air between them.
Derek returned her smile, his curiosity piqued. "Blue always was my color," he replied, a playful spark lighting his eyes.
Dominique tilted her head, considering him anew, her eyes lingering on the line of his jaw before flicking back to the tie. "It certainly suits you," she responded, letting the words hang, charged with gentle banter.
They found themselves exchanging stories as naturally as if the world had always intended their paths to cross here, amidst silk and cotton, the hum of quiet conversation, the occasional laughter of other shoppers. Time slipped by unnoticed as they discussed favorite books, the best coffee in the city, and memories entwined with fabric and fragrance.
An hour passed in a heartbeat. Derek realized he was clutching a shirt he had not intended to buy, but it hardly mattered. Dominique studied her selection, then met his eyes again. "I suppose we both found something unexpected today," she said, her tone hinting at more than clothes.
As they left the store together, the city seemed to shimmer with possibility. On the sidewalk, Derek offered his arm; Dominique accepted, her fingers curling over him with easy familiarity. Their laughter trailed behind them, a gentle promise that this chance encounter was only the beginning of something new and electric.
Yall 🥹🥹🥹
BIG SMOKE 😩👅
@nahimjustfeelingit-writes I really be calling him big smoke inside my head because of you!!!!!!
@boonoonoonus IT SUITS HIM DONT IT?!!!!! Add Papa and Daddy to it for some extra razzle dazzle 😂😂😂
Big Smoke Papa Smoke Daddy Smoke. Everything just fits him so well. Calm and selective mute. But can slut you out anytime.
I KNOW YOU KNOW WE KNOW THEY KNOW 😏😏😏😏
HE IS A EATER 😏
Smoke & Annie on vacation & he not giving sis a break !! Got her ssa bent over that balcony while he behind her on his knees, her cheeks spread & his mouth full of that pwusssy !!!! My girl on her tippy toes holding on for dear life !! *fans self* whewwwww chile 💦👅
WHEWWWWW FAWK!!!!!
GHAT DAMN THAT TONGUE IS LONG. Whew I bet it feels good.