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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Janaina Medeiros
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@ofalexis
Thanks for 500 refollowers!
I’ll be creating a new account with fan art and extras, leaving this one as it is.
seriously, what the hell?
[CREDIT TO Crookedtrees and the one who wrote the cupcakes story!! Art is mine, style is not.]
Elizabeth and Jam in the Shipping Wars
Elizabeth is a daughter of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz from the future. Jam is a son of Jackie Lynn Thomas and Marco Diaz from the future. But Elizabeth and Jam are from different timelines in the alternate universe because it’s literally ship war between Starco’s kid and Jarco’s kid. They are created by @moringmark because he has an idea that is more AU comics.
Little Blue (Platonic)
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐞
𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐞
As Leon solves a puzzle inside the windmill that opens a gate, your left trailing behind the government agent as he takes the lead
You remain quiet as you follow him
A layer of awkwardness over you as you don’t really know what to say to him
Like at this point what do you ask him about?
‘Hey this is pretty wild eh?’ Or ‘where you from?’
Not that you really want to start a conversation anyways
Your just tired and relived
quick dahlia!
In my heart Doey is thriving with his little adopted Bobby Bearhug sister
For anyone new I based this OC off of that one Bobby Bearhug we see in Safe Haven after the bombs go off and the Doey chase starts. I am in denial and emotionally invested in these doomed found siblings
DAHLIA FANART
he came home so im giving his feathers back
i will also unblock the people who were flexing in my notes
That guy is not as cool as you think he is..."( – ⌓ – )
Read more like this that I made with love on my ko-fi here~
10 pm, do you know where your children are ?
Ayla’s Guide to Making Miraculous Ladybug OCs
@cain-wasnt-abel sent me an ask on my main blog ( @the-queen-of-the-dragons ) requesting some tips for making Miraculous OCs after they saw my post saying I was always willing to help. This guide is over 1,300 words long and was written in an hour, so it’s all going under a read-more so people don’t get annoyed. I hope it helps!
Please note that there are also a few spoilers in my explainations.
Seguir leyendo
What powers and concepts did you give to your versions of the canon miraculous?
Ooh thank you for asking I was probably going to make a post on my own otherwise. I have quite a few issues with the canon powers and concepts of several canon kwamis.
Kwami and Miraculous Ideas Part 1
Because Feast came out and there are apparently more miraculouses (you’d think he’d touch more on this but no)
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Swan Miraculous
Miraculous: Tiara
Miraculous Power: Swan Song. Very powerful. The wielder is brought into a frenzy where they are immune to any harm and attack with pure raw strength (that’s been increased) and it gives a boost to speed. It’s usually strong enough to end a battle, hence Swan Song.
Weapon: “A true swan is not afraid of getting their hands and feet dirty, however it is also best to always bring a sword to a fist fight just incase.” It’s a fencing sword.
Kwami: Honkk
Kwami Personality: Honkk is a fucking bastard lol. She’s pompous and vain but also super temperamental and one wrong word can set her off and suddenly she’s cursing you out in between loud honks and pecking the shit out of you.
Wielders: Are expected to be stronger and more graceful than they are beautiful. They also have to be unafraid of getting their hands dirty and they have to be able to put up with Honkk’s shit or they will fall flat. Also, having some competence in ballet would be nice because Honkk found out about ballet and latched onto that one thing so now all the costumes have some semblance of ballet in them no matter what and Honkk will gripe at you to learn ballet. It’s especially funny because she’s a brawler kwami.
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Spider Miraculous
Miraculous: Arm band.
Miraculous Power: Fly Trap. An unbreakable web net will shoot out of the knuckles and be thrown at whoever the wielder wants it throw at.
Weapon: The official weapons are platinum knuckles with spikes on them, but if a wielder finds 4 mechanical legs that will sprout out from the back of the their costume and some web shooters, maybe a gun that can shoot poison or melt things, then they should just appreciate it and not bring it up with their local guardian.
Kwami: Webb
Kwami Personality: Webb is a real trickster. They will latch on (sometimes literally) to people and claim them as basically their’s even if they aren’t their chosen and will do nice things for them like making things for them. If they decide they don’t like them they will play tricks or sometimes bite them. By the way they do not in fact have people they are neutral about. They will look at strangers across the street and proclaim if they like or hate them. Webb also is to smart for their own good and will get into anything you put them near.
Wielders: Wielders are expected to be creative and smart. They are also expected to not use Fly Trap immediately in a fight and Webb will get onto them about that (there will be biting).
service dom venti x sub fem-bodied reader (no mention of boobs)
SUMMARY = from anon - "Hello! :D First I wanted to mention that I really loved reading your Xiao Oneshot. Your writing is so amazing! That's why I wanted to ask if you could maybe write another smut Oneshot with either Venti or Xiao. Maybe with a chubby or insecure reader? If content like that makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to write that it's alright too! But preferably with an afab and sub reader that's maybe more likely quiet? And maybe some praise included? Please ignore this ask if you don't want to write that. Have a nice day!"
WARNINGS = smut, use of the word "cunt, praise, oral (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, body worshipping (reader receiving), use of "muse" and "songbird" as pet names
W/C = 0.9K
A/N = anon was from my previous blog! it took me a LONG LONG while to finish this bc of lack of motivation. unfortunately i can't tag them and idk if they followed this blog but hopefully that anon sees this post!
"Are you sure you want to do it with me?" you asked for the umpteenth time, emphasising on the words 'with me'.
"Of course, my muse," Venti reassured you, looking up at you with endearment that you never thought you were worthy of. "There's no one else I would rather do it with. Now sit back and allow me to take care of everything."
Starting with kisses on your thighs, rubbing circles into them to ease you. He didn't want to rush since it's your first time doing such an intimate act together. Pressing the pads of his fingers against your skin, swirls of blue and green look up at you for confirmation. Your heart thrummed inside your chest as you nodded and splayed your legs. Cold air brushed against your nether regions before it was replaced by warmth. Hands latched onto his dark locks as you sighed, allowing the archon to suck and pull at your clit. His perfect lithe fingers caressed the seam of your cunt before he delved his middle finger inside.
"Ahh….oh, t-that feels...strange…" you whimpered, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation. "Feels– mm! Nice…"
"I know, my muse," Venti smiled, giving little pecks on your thighs. "Tell me when it's too much."
Your body was quaking, shivering and shaking. It didn't help that your naked body was exposed to the icy breeze. You wonder if it's Venti's doing. He could feel it, the way your body trembled as you rocked your hips against his hand. Ever the loving and patient partner that he is, the pace that he set for you was slow but languid, pleasuring you without overwhelming you.
"Can I put another finger in?"
Too shy to speak, you could only nod your head. Your inside squelched as he inserted another finger, rubbing both against your wants and utilising a variety of heavenly movements while his thumb pressed against your clit.
"Pretty. My pretty, pretty songbird,"
He's soft. Even the volume that he's speaking in is soft. The only reason you were able to hear him was because the winds answer to him.
"Tonight, will you sing for me, my sweetest songbird?"
You inhaled sharply as Venti pulled his fingers out of your hole. His clean hand brushed against your hand that was clinging onto him — a silent reminder that you can tell him to stop at any time. Easing into it, his mouth kissed your entrance before his tongue slipped inside. You gasped, whimpering as you gripped onto him. His tongue, long and serpentine, hot and warm burned your insides. It licked and slurped and sucked, drinking your wetness and savouring it. Venti's unclean hand continued to toy with your bud, rubbing and pinching and pulling to get you to drown in pleasure.
"Aah! Ve-Venti...hah, mmhh–! I...ahaah…"
You wanted to speak. To tell him it felt good, to tell him to continue, to tell him you want more but–! All words died on your tongue. It was so foreign and strange, never did you think someone like you was deserving of this pleasure. You wanted to thank him, to love him but…
He slipped his tongue out of you, replacing it with his fingers once again, stroking and scissoring your hole.
"My muse, you truly were sculpted from the Gods," his voice wafted in the air with a lightness yet felt...heavy with adoration. "Your body is the most perfect form I have ever laid eyes upon. That's why I can never understand when you say you're too chubby or your body isn't pretty when to me, you are the most beautiful being in the world.
"You have me wrapped around your finger. You have enchanted a God with your body and he worships it. So please, believe me when I say that you're incomparable to any creation an artist could paint."
"Venti…"
The bard smiled. That same mouth surrounded your clit once again, dropping his gentleness and choosing to be rough with your body. His fingers and tongue fucked you, the room filled with lewd sounds – gasps, groans, sighs, urging to bring you to your apex. Wanting more, he slid his fingers out of you, using both of his hands to lift your legs and spread you further while he fucked your hole with his tongue
"Venti! Venti, Venti, Venti– aaah! S-so, aah, Imma–" you moaned, rubbing yourself against his face. "M' cumming, m' cumming, cumming!"
You unraveled, arching your back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Venti continued licking you, humming in satisfaction as he finished you off. Your back kissed the wrinkled mattress, panting. Your lover rose up from his position, admiring the mess he made with a cheeky glint in his eyes as he sucked the rest of your fluids off his finger, even using the back of his palm to collect the colourless liquid dripping from his chin and licking it off. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, using your arm to shield yourself from his gaze.
"Ehe, I can't help it, you taste so divine. Like the finest of wines. You're made to serve the gods," he pauses before cheekily adding. "Well, just me."
You made a noise that was a mix between a whimper and a grumble before tossing a pillow at his face. Venti laughed, catching it and returning the blow by stuffing your face with the pillow. You playfully kick and punch at him before snatching it away from him and throwing it off to the side. He was grinning, his body hovering over yours as he snuggled his face into the crook of neck.
"Hey...are you okay, (Name)?"
You smiled, pressing your lips against his forehead. "Yes. Thank you, Venti."
The Amazing Digital Daycare
Let this be the lesson that you should never leave your children unsupervised with headsets unless you want them to be under the care of a pair of dentures