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ִֶָ ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

[lvulottie]

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ωєℓ¢σмє тσ му вℓσg

ιм ηιηєтєєη. ι υѕє ѕнє/нєя ρяσησυηѕ! ι ∂σ нανє α ѕρєℓℓιηg ∂ιѕαвιℓιту вυт ι ѕтιℓℓ ℓσνє тσ ωяιтє!

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❤︎

ωαяηιηgѕ!!

ι ∂σ ωяιтє ωιтн ∂αяк тнємєѕ, ѕυ¢н αѕ ∂єρяєѕѕιση, αηχιєту, ѕмσкιηg, αвυѕє αgє gαρѕ, ѕєχυαℓ νισℓєη¢є. ι ∂σ ησт яσмαηтι¢ιzє я-ρє σя αвυѕє! ∂σ ησт ¢σмє нєяє ℓσσкιηg ƒσя тнαт.

ωнαт ι ωιℓℓ αη∂ ωση’т ωяιтє!

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑ נυנυѕтυ кαѕιєη! ∂ємση ѕℓαуєя. ¢яєєρуραѕтα. му нєяσ α¢α∂ємια. ιηνιη¢ιвℓє. αναтαя тнє ℓαѕт αιявєη∂єя. тнє ℓєgєη∂ σƒ кσяα.

тнєѕє αяє му ƒαη∂σмѕ!

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ thanks for viewing my page cutie!

[islittlestorm]

𖦹 headcanon 𓏲ּ 𓍯 creeps style 𖦹

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı everlong - foo fighters

── Tobias Erin Rogers ──

1. I think his style isn't too flashy or noticeable

2. Simple solid-colored sweaters, turtlenecks, and maybe a few basic graphic tees

3. Blue bootcut or loose-fit jeans

4. Worn-out Converse that are almost falling apart, or other similar sneakers

── Timothy Wright ──

1. Lots of flannel shirts, leather jackets, and a couple black button-ups for when it's warmer out

2. Mostly jeans with leather belts

3. Heavy boots that are usually dirty and definitely seen better days

4. Honestly he just wears whatever can last him at least a year

── Brian Thomas ──

1. Worn-in jeans, as usual. I mean...the proxies are constantly on the move, so like Tim, Brian opts for practical, durable clothing

2. White and black t-shirts that fit snugly around the shoulders, zip-up hoodies, and of course his favorite yellow hoodie — the color has long since faded to a duller, washed-out shade

3. Brown boots, slightly scuffed but still wearable

there'll be a second part with E.Jack,Jeff and Ben because Tumbrl doesn't miss more than 10 photos ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[lvulottie]

Peakness

[cocoacaos]

First post kinda nervous...

I love them <3

[lvulottie]

Cuties

[lvulottie]

百合 ⋮⋮ ᴊᴇꜰꜰ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. | ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʚɞ maybe love wasn’t jeffs calling. He liked the pain, the agony on they’re faces as he ripped them apart, leaving his victims unrecognizable so theyre loved ones laid awake at night wondering where they’re person was.

ʚɞ his house was cold. Nor in the abusive way. But in the absent way. Silence would fill the halls, talks would feel forced. Its not like his parents hated him or Liu..he was just trouble. They were exhausted. So maybe he forgot what love felt like.

ʚɞ his heart froze over after cutting into his father. His mental state as broken as the way he saw relationships. He surprisingly never slept around. Because even that intimacy irked under his skin like a bug he couldn’t reach.

ʚɞ but you dove into him, cleaned up his murky heart. And it make his chest tremble with breath he’d been holding in.

ʚɞ he found himself..’clingly’ in a way. Not the hand holding-stuck to your side typa clingly. He was clingy in his own way. Walking by your door, stopping to listen in, just to hear your soft breaths and the turn of a book page. Or when he would stand near the darkness while you cleaned up the kitchen.

ʚɞ he was still snarky as ever. But he learned what you hated. What you’d grimace at or what would make your heart drop. So he stopped saying, reprashing it into a way you’d understand was only a joke. Because he’d watch the barely noticeable coldness enter your face and his throat would close.

ʚɞ he would search through the home of victims. Finding things you’d like, set them in your room. You never knew who left them, just that whoever did truly knew your heart.

ʚɞ when you finally found it out—he denied it for the longest time. Until you whispered how sweet you found it. Wearing a ring he’d stole. ‘I love the gifts..jeff thank you..’ he went silent, rolling his eyes. But his hand clenched.

|short post because i’ve been aching to post something but i havent known what to write about!!

[lvulottie]

ᴄᴜʀᴏʀ

[lvulottie]

ᴠᴜᴋᴀꜱɪɴ

ᴍʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴏᴄ!

[lvulottie]

Hey guys i js recently got into alien stage cuz my bestie is evil (i really like it so dw) sooooooooo maybe ill write smirky

[lvulottie]

Okay um. So i just write for a request for conquest x extroverted reader..and tumblr decided to boot the post after i sent it because it dosent supposed the media i use ALL THE TIMEv?!!!??? I will rewrite it!! But if you sent in that request IM SOO SORRRYYYY i hope you still see the post 🥹🥹🥹🥹😞😞😞😞

[milksickle-art]

ya ya ya ya

[lvulottie]

My friend reading my posts. Smirk

[lvulottie]

holy shit your most recent thragg x reader post with submissive thragg i’m fed, we need more submissive thragg i need to put him in his place. idea of a possible viltrumite or alien hero reader who’s stronger than thragg and beating him in a fight or something. degrading him and being the physically stronger one. yours was so good

Omg yes thank you

Something about submissive man…

More coming i promise

[lvulottie]

hi hiii! i really love your writing but do you think you could please tag your pieces with “fem reader” or some variation of that if you’re going to refer to the reader as a woman? it’d be a big help for non-ladies trying to search for the gender neutral stuffs. again, nothin’ but love & respect for your work. keep doing what you do and thank you for your time! :]

/gen /npa /nf

Yeah of course my apologies!! I mean to usually put afab at the top but i do forget alot since i mostly write at night!!

Also i guess i should say i will absolutely write for gender netural and even male readers!! Just ask, or sometimes ill just fo it on my own

[lvulottie]

百合 ⋮⋮ ᴛʜʀᴀɢɢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ. 18+

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Thragg came to earth and discovered pussy and began a man starved.

Obviously he knew about pussy..but he’d never ate it—only bred women without a second thought. But you had made him go slow. Touch all over you. He sat on his knees in front of you, surprising submissive as he traced your body. And before you knew it his lips were latched onto you. Starved.

Your pussy lips covered in bite marks. His claim. He’d eat you whenever. Even if you were bloody—he couldn’t care less. Clean, sweaty, your pussy was like a heavily treat and he was desperate to indulge.

One night you’d woke up to him staring at your crotch through the blankets. You’d beat consent into him. Telling him you’d never fuck him again if he didn’t wait for your yes. You knew what he wanted- like a dog who couldn’t speak. He was so annoying.

You basically conditioned him to know your every pleasure. When your thigh tensed, you were close. When you looked at him with light eyes. You wanted him. He refused to admit how whipped he was. But everyone knew. The way he only looked at you. Would barely give any other women a glance.

Ive been trying to get out small drabbles recently because i know ive lowkirk ghosted you guys. But ive been just rung dry of my writing abilities for awhile. Sorry my flowers.

[lvulottie]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

You and mark always argued, you two were never friends, he was always an annoying nerdy guy in eyes. But little did you know..it wasn’t like that in every universe.. when the ‘invincible clones’ invaded the world— one apparently wanted you in specifics. Nicknamed mowhawk invincible by the blaring news. You never knew mark was invincible—more like you didn’t care.

That was until you were taking cover in the basement of your college—alone. A place only you went into after bribing the janitor with weekly cigarettes. A place safe for you. You didn’t even hear him enter. You watched the news on your phone, breathing out.

“There you are..” your head shot up. There he was. A thick cut healing on his bicep. His hair all messy—mark? What the fuck? This was not mark- you barely blinked and he was directly in front of you. In his universe..he was in love with you. But you died at a party after being drugged and left to die alone in a closet. He never got his you..but he would now.

He didn’t care how different you looked. Your eyes, you soft squeak you made as you shoot up from your chair, almost stumbling back. It was all the same. He had his princess right in front of him. His hands grabbed at you. “God i missed you my kitten…” he muttered, pulling you tight—almost forgetting his own strength.

You blinked. This was not your mark. His boice was so much hoarse. Mark would be so much more scared to have as many piercings as he did… what was happening. You pressed your hands against his chest. “Mark—what—what are you doing?” You pulled away as much as you could, he leaned his head down. “You catch on quick..im not your mark sweetheart..but your mine.”

Maybe thats how you ended up hoarding him after all the other variants got..rid of? Who even knows. You had begged you to hide him.. he was desperately wanting to spend even a minute less with you. He told you everything—who he was, how it worked.. you stared at him in clear confusion.

“I..dont understand..” you muttered, he laughed, rolling his eyes. “It doesnt matter beautiful.. all that matters is that i have you.

Clingy bastard

[lvulottie]

ɪɴᴇʙʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

You were the worst drunk ever. Think of a white college girl who had seven vodka sodas, and now she was stumbling around with a giggle cuddling literally everyone, calling every girl cute, and a garden gnome you ended up tripping over.

But now you were finally leaving the club, pulling your too tiny skirt down, your pumps way to high and somehow by the grace of god keeping you up right. Thank god you broke them in before trotting out with your girlfriends.

But you took a wrong corner. Somehow stumbling into the worst part of town, walking over a year old splatter of blood from some guy who probably got his through cut—or cut it himself. You scrolled through cute little cat videos over and over again until you bumped into someone.

“Oof—oww!” You sneered. Rubbing your head. Looking up. Some scruffy guy..who was way too cute! His round droopy eyes through orange colored goggles. Black mask—or whatever covering the bottom of his face. Wearing a hoodie and two coats over it. It was definitely ass bitting cold out but your body was practically 99% alcohol at this point.

“Woahhh…you are such a cutie!” You squeaked, watching him blink, look around like a clueless anime girl who was just complimented by the school bad boy. You reached up, grabbing his shoulders, yanking him down a bit. Laughing as you touched him all over his face. Jumping against him. He was quite literally frozen in confusion and..blushing red underneath his mouth guard.

His head twitched a little. Instinctively grabbing onto your arms as you laid against him. He was absolutely not supposed to be seen around..but you had quite literally stumbled into him. And you were so pretty..how could he resist?..

Your hands ran over his face sloppily pulling against his cheeks through his mask. “Ohh.. I’m so sleepy..will you take me home..?” You muttered, eyes basically closed, as you snuggled him. He was definitely a little overwhelmed..but more touch starved than that. He nodded before even thinking of it.

Thats how you ended up home. He said he found your wallet in your bag..and you begged him to stay.. thankfully you fell asleep before trying to get him to sleep with you..another way..

You burried your face in your hands. Apologizing over and over again as you two sat on your fluffy pink couch. “God..im so sorry toby..” you muttered, he’d told you his name through a few cute stutters.. you looked up at him. “Did i throw up on you..?”

His silence made you groan. You’d totally thrown up on him. You were the worst!!

“It-t’s ok-kay..” he muttered letting out this cute boyish giggle scratching behind his neck. He hadn’t told you about how you kissed his cute over and over until your lips were numb. Or how you told him how fucked your love life was.. you’d probably die of embarrassment.

“Your so sweet toby..thank you for looking after me..and not taking advantage of me..” you muttered, pushing your hair back. Smiling at him, “i-its nothing-ng… r-really..” he watched you brush your hair back. He shifted. You didn’t even mind his scar..he fiddled with the piercing on his lip. “D-did..did y-you me-ean it..?” He muttered, you tilted your head.

“Mean what..?”

“Y-you said i-i w-was…cute..”

You blinked, watching his ears go pink as he leaned his head down, his fingers twitching. He was clearly embarrassed ..but you could tell a part of him wished you were telling the truth..

“Yeah..”

You whispered. Brushing your fingers over the lace on the bottom of your shorts. Glancing up at him again. Shifting a little closer on your knees.

“Your super cute..like…your eyes are really cute..”

You muttered, unable to keep a smile off your face as he puffed out air. Before he said another word, he leaned close . Tracing your face.

“Y-your m-my drea-am girl..” he whispered, pressing his cracked lips to your chin once.

Meowmeowmeow

[lvulottie]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ

(A little angsty.)

You could tell a million stories on why your sad, depicted of tragedies and death. But its not the truth, your sadness doesn’t compare, it makes you feel low, useless. People die everyday and your sad? Thats selfish.

Thats what you would tell yourself, for weeks, bleeding into months, trying to water down that deep sharp shallow hurt brewing like a deadly nerve agent. You were scared that one day it’d be let out. And you couldn’t conceal it anymore.

Your only way of coping was light night walks. Sitting on the tall bridge above a creak bed. Wondering how much it’d hurt if you splattered your guts against the jagged peaks. Like little mountains you’d never see up close because you had no inhibition to see things worth living for.

Because maybe you liked being this way. The only path you’d walked down. You didn’t know what was down any other road. You knew this one, the pain, the sadness, the emptiness. It was the only thing you could count on being consistent.

Maybe he was the same way. A tall dark haired boy, who always wore his hood up began to join you on that bridge. Finding you by the railing staring into the endless flowing water. Wishing you could be as thoughtless and as important as the rushing waves.

You never spoke, never even looked at each other. Until he brought a bottle of vodka, some old bottle he probably stole. He pushed it over to you on the concrete railing after taking a long swig. You’d never drank. But maybe you could quite your demons with a venom like this.

Finally you two talked. He never said his name. But he told you why he was here. He’d murdered his family. You should’ve been scared..but secretly you were hoping he’d turn and gut you. He almost seemed remorseful. But as you finally turned and looked at him. You saw that empty look you wore in the mirror.

Jeff. Was his name. You snuck him home, you two drank and drank until. You were slurring your words like a drunk sailor on his break. Jeff told you more stories. The scars on his face should’ve scared you, like his past. But instead you thought about when you were a child being bullied for scars on you. Maybe you knew how it felt, maybe you didn’t. But you weren’t a stranger to scars.

Small drabble i wrote last night, i stopped it and lowkey pierced my eyebrow again so i didn’t finish it but here little cookies

[lvulottie]

Ill try and write something because im genuinely so depressed rn and i just wanna leave my body for a little and focus on something elsd