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[lilfantheonly]

hello mah mutual frein

can i kindly ask about your OC(s)

my curiosity is as big as... idk as waht im just curious.

:} please

ohhhhh since I talked about Assistant a lot so I am going to yap about my ocs world AVERAGE DAYZ !

Everything starts in a fictional (not so quiet) village named Tilly. In 2004/6. It's an old fashioned place trying to keep down the univetable 2000ths era.

Two friends live here, Ann Lemay and Evan Campbell.

Ann is your average stereotypical teen girl, she's moody and act like she don't care for a lot of people. But she's actually a very supportive friend (expecially for Evan). And even an expressive character.

She's french and had to go here since she was 10. And absolutally HATE this place and wished her mom just decided to stay in France.

She have a step brother named James , an 17 yo emo drummer acting like he's hot shit. She's very jealous of him because his dad let him embrace his style while her mom just don't "get it" (she's scene)

(she tried to wear colourful clothes to feel scene.)

And theres our boy Evan !

Evan is.. quite a handfull. He's the opposite of Ann. He is more excentric and sillier than Ann.

He have a big biiig dream...

Conquer the world. Yes. Kind of weird but it's real. He's genuially sure he could have the world for himself and his friend.

Why ? He never was respected and loved (mix that with an obsession with sci-fi and...here we are)

But you guess it. He only try minor incoviniences like idk stealing candies.

Anndddd of course theres A LOT OF OTHERS

(might talk about them hehehe)

[ashemellow]

MY ARTS UR DISCORD PFP? #HONORED I always get emotional when people use my art for stuff tysm for telling me!! That’s so cool!!!!!

WAHH OFC and tysm for drawing it i love it sm🥹💚

[heongiu]

Craving a Samuel Seo x Jake Kim x Reader smut fic.. might as well write one and keep it in my drafts forever

[rawstrappen]

…excuse him guys, he’s not very good with his camera’s focus 𝜗ৎ

[sleepyokai]

Muse: Logan Howlett / Wolverine [ Mid-40s (Appearance), Mutant/Weapon X Veteran. ] Plot: After months of living off the grid in the Canadian wilderness, Logan is tracked down by Charles Xavier, who convinces him to return to the X-Mansion to serve as a combat instructor and advisor for the school. Weary of the isolation but deeply wary of his own violent nature, Logan agrees to the position to find a sense of purpose. open to anyone.

It wasn't strange for Logan to pull back up to the Westchester estate, even if he spent months at a time craving the silence of the Canadian brush just to keep the noise in his skull down to a dull roar. The wilderness was his default, but Charles Xavier's school was the closest thing to a permanent home he had left on this earth, mostly because the walls were packed with kids who understood what it meant to have a body that felt more like a weapon than a gift. His own mutation made him more beast than man on the bad days, stretching his lifespan out across centuries until the sheer volume of names, faces, and trenches he'd left behind became a crowded museum of nightmares that usually warned him to keep moving before he ruined the scenery. However, he was standing in the foyer anyway because the old man had asked him to come home and teach, and a request from Xavier was one of the only debts Logan actually honored without a fight, even if trying to live up to the Professor's ideals felt like wearing clothes three sizes too small. He'd rolled the midnight-blue Harley-Davidson Fat Boy into the garage, killed the ignition, and walked right through the grand main entrance, tracking wet pine needles and the thick, greasy stench of motor oil across the floorboards without a single shred of apology. He looked like hell and knew he smelled worse, fully intending to bypass the entire household to find a hot shower and burn the road grime off his skin, but the abrupt figure waiting by the stairs cut his stride short. Logan stopped dead, grizzled jaw clenching as he stared at the one person he hadn't prepared himself to face so soon, his hand instinctively dropping toward his jacket pocket before his gruff voice cracked the quiet room. "Yeah. Look, I didn't think… hell, didn't think you'd still be kickin' around this place."

[neoneun-au]

little snippet from this wip...

[ch4rl3lbutsad]

★ « Say you love me say you care, oh I won't hear it, I won't bear it..

Hate is not a word I'd use when thinking of you, more like love you !! ♡ »

[rozanovi81]

@rinkholy ( shane ) sent: [ please ] sender murmurs a soft 'please' between every kiss ( meme // accepting! )

Fuck, he loves Shane so much.

It's the only thought in Ilya's head as he holds him in his lap and thrusts into him over and over and over. Their kisses are messy now, they can hardly be called kisses honestly. But that's just not where their focus is anymore.

Ilya can't help it. Fucking Shane like this has been on his mind all day. It had started this morning — when he was in the middle of a photoshoot, of course — while he was texting with Shane.

It had started off so loving and adorable. In fact, their messages were bordering on sickeningly sweet. And then Shane had to go and say,

I love you too, Ilya You're everything to me And I'm going to suck the soul out of you next time we see each other (:

Obviously, things had escalated from there.

The drive home had been torture for Ilya. He'd called Shane immediately, which may have been a mistake considering how many times he nearly had to pull over at the sounds Shane was making. But he'd wanted to know exactly how his husband was responding the continuous low-level stimulation he provided through the toy-linked apps on their phones.

From the moment he reached their home, Ilya was all over Shane. And now, he's exactly where he wants to be.

"Дa, малыш," he gasps, hands gripping his hips as tightly as he can. "Fuck — so good. You are so good for me..."