#requestes

[veryluckyclovers]

miffy and snoopy request from my livestream!

[lilac-dreamxxz]

ᛝ ྀིhiii<33 i absolutely love your page it would be amazing if you could make a a few with 'name' and pretty symbols. i love how creative you are <3 𓏵꣑୧

•layout to fit the ichiko and lamp kind of vibe

•name with symbols

•bio to fit the theme

𐔌ㅤ⠀ 𓈒 i would really appreciate it ♡ ̷ 𓇼

name layouts :⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☆

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𔐬ㅤ𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 ㅤ݁ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀    ㅤ𝆬    ⠀𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 ᨒ⠀⠀.

˖ 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 ׁ ⁩ 𖣠 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ֺ 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 ⠀㞫 ࣭

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©⠀⠀ ⠀lilac⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀☆

[pbnjparker]

Harry and Tom inviting you to set for NWH and it happens to be the day that Harry is roped into doing his scene (the one that got cut 😭) so Harry's gf watches him act on set

an: SAMMIEEE I'll never stop saying it you are KILLER with all these requests :,) I hope u enjoy reading it! (sorry its sooo short)

pairing: harry holland x female!reader

"I feel like a dork." Harry said walking into Tom's trailer, "I kinda regret asking you to come visit me today." He groaned sitting on the couch, "I think it's pretty cool that I'll get to see you act today." You said taking a seat next to him.

Harry sighed laying his lead on your lap, "I'm going to look like an absolute fool today." He murmured, "Harry, you’re gonna do great! You’re going to meet their expectations and some.” You smiled at Harry, giving him a quick kiss “Go be a super star.” You said shooing him out of the trailer. 

Harry never wanted to admit it especially, not in front of Tom but, he always wanted to cameo in one of the films. He finally got the chance to live his little movie star dreams but grew concerned over his mopey behavior now that he has a chance to live out that dream. 

You walked over to the lot where they were filming Harry’s scene and saw him geared up to the cable lifts. Tom behind him proudly wearing his iconic Spiderman suit. “Let’s go Harry!” You shouted and the rest of the crew joined in on shouting praises at Harry. 

The scene was short but you finally understood why Harry was feeling uneasy about filming it. Tom had asked the producers to hang him upside down to mimic Spiderman taking him down better. “Now do you see why I was feeling all weird this morning.” Harry said, “I think you did great Baz! It was cool to see you do something else besides photography.” You said smiling at him, “Are you saying my photography skills are trash?” He said nudging you over a bit, “Oh my.” You laughed, “Here we go again.” 

[dq-journal]

School Set

Too much Terry, I’m gonna die.  Name your favorite character or monster and I will make a wallpaper or icon.

Maybe both who knows at this point, what has my life come to.

hehehe pictures of Terry 

                    send help 

If you wonder why I am obssesed with the school set so much. Terry and Alena are literally my top two favorite characters. I love them so GOSH DANG DARN HEKKING MUCH 

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Winter/Christmas headcanons with Mike? Hope everything is going well with you!!

Hello! I’m doing OK - not had the best week to be honest, the world (still) feels very scary and things feel a little off. But I am doing my best to focus on the good and enjoy the small things ^_^ I really enjoyed writing these, hope you like them and that all is well with you. 

So firstly I think of Mike as being someone who loves Winter, he loves the other seasons too! Generally he’s grateful for the changing of the Seasons and allows himself to enjoy the highlights of Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter. Winter is the month though where Mike is likely to indulge in the things he loves most of all and to let his guard down just a little. He is grateful for the long nights as it gives him an excuse to sleep a little longer and the cold/dark days make it easier for him to have more alone time & be unsociable if he wants. Not in a grumpy way, but just that I get the sense that as much as Mike loves his friends and work is pretty much his life - he enjoys hours of just reading, meditating, maybe a little writing, crafting etc. where he isn’t disturbed. Winter is the perfect season for this.

He relaxes most in Winter, again it’s where there isn’t as much pressure as Summer to be out and about. It’s good for him to be able to use the time to switch off and have some quality ‘me time’ & practise self love. (This is of course unless there’s any work ‘emergencies’) 

In a relationship during Winter Mike is just adorable, he does everything he can to make sure his partner is warm/cosy/safe and is a fan of matching jumpers and/or hats. He also likes to cook a lot for friends and his partner, I mean he always enjoys cooking but Winter is 

Mike loves this time of year, it’s an excuse for him to be extra cosy, cuddly, snuggly and so on with you. It’s extra hours in bed getting warm under the covers both in the morning and in the evening, it’s cuddles under blankets and arms wrapped round one another. 

He owns many Christmas/Winter jumpers and has enough for every day of the week - sometimes he’d have you guessing which one he’d wear tomorrow.

Really enjoys baking and baking with you. Mike likes to ensure you’re well stocked up for the festive season as well as  baking cookies, making fruit cakes, cheese straws, homemade jams etc. to give as gifts to friends

Loves long evenings curled up with a book and some festive music in front of the fireplace.

Is really into singing and would love to go Caroling with you and a group of friends (this is an absolute no from Levi).

Doesn’t like how dark it is in the morning and how short the days are - it does make him a little sad and he gets down easy this time of year despite how much he loves it. But in a relationship his partner is the ray of sunshine he needs during the dark days. He might take longer to get up in the morning and a little time to meditate or warm himself by a fire.

Definitely needs extra cuddles and dosages of love when the two of you are alone on the days he’s feeling blue. 

He loves the taste of mulled wine & mulled cider, prefers to make it himself with all the ingredients rather than buying it that way.

Every room is decorated, from the tree to various ornaments, garlands, candles and paper chains that you make together one rainy afternoon. 

Will have no qualms about dressing up as Father Christmas in the bedroom if you know what I mean * wink wink* if that’s your thing. 

He loves taking long winter walks and wrapping up cosy and warm. Holding hands, wearing mittens and a bobbly hat a relative made for him.

Is a little grumpy if he gets a cold - has very, very cold feet. They’re often like ice when he gets into bed and he’ll tease you with them making you jump when you least expect it. 

His nose also gets very cold, he likes it when you press kisses to it to help warm him. When it’s extremely cold and temperatures drop a lot, it can affect his sense of smell. Just a little mind, he still has the finest nose in the scouts! But the result of this is even more scented candles and him wearing more aftershave than normal.

He smells like Yule/Christmas/Winter - all cinnamon and spice. 

Can ‘cook with his nose’ he knows exactly when it’s time to serve up/take cookies out of the oven etc. 

Likes to celebrate the winter solstice by getting up before the break of dawn and watching the sun rise. Spends the day in quiet reflection regarding the year that’s drawing to a close and the one that’s coming up. Has a few yule centrepieces and decorations he makes from gathered twigs, branches, holly, berries etc. 

Wraps presents beautifully, well he tries to anyway - some of them end up a bit messy but it’s the thought that counts! He will decorate them with bows, dried orange slices, cinnamon sticks etc. 

Really enjoys board/table top games with friends, especially when there’s a few drinks involved and it’s an opportunity to appear less serious and let his hair down. 

When it snows Mike is one of the first people to leave his footprints outside, he loves to watch the sunrise with you over the winter wonderland. He isn’t a fan of making snow angels as it’s too cold for him (plus he gets a little self conscious about his height?) but loves to watch you make them. He will however, help you to make the most amazing snowmen & snow creatures. 

Great in snowball fights! Makes the best snowballs and has great aim - he and Erwin are very much in competition with each other and it would be pointless to try and interrupt. 

He’s a very graceful ice-skater who has a lot of patience if you’re wobbly or a bit scared (also a good teacher - the patience/teacher thing is what makes him so good as a section commander)

Sometimes he can be quite quiet during the winter, it’s a time when he reflects on the past, on Scouts who’ve passed, his family etc. When he’s like this he appreciates the space you give him, he knows you’re there for him if you want to talk and bringing him a coffee & whiskey or a cup of tea and kiss on the cheek is appreciated. He just needs his space sometimes.

Will let his facial hair get a little bit messy/grow out a bit (unless he needs to smarten up for a reason) he refers to it as his winter beard and says it helps keep him warm. Mike is 

A few modern headcanons 

Loves sitting in cafes with a drink, good book and just watching the world go by. It’s even better if it’s raining or snowing. It’s an activity he loves to do alone but also likes it when his partner is with him and they can both sit in comfortable silence. 

When Starbucks/Costa Christmas cups come out he’s there on the very first day to get one and is excited to post to instagram - even though he doesn’t quite get it. 

Doesn’t like doing Christmas shopping online, he much prefers carefully selecting presents in person - preferably from local retailers and a few favourite book/record stores. Also have organised with this and will have bought most presents by the start of December.

Likes to drive round to look at all the Christmas lights outside people’s houses - this is especially true if he’s a dad. He would want his children to have the most magical time every year.

Always happy to play Santa for the kids in the family or at a work Christmas do. 

Definitely one who comes out of the shell at the work Christmas do - although a little more quiet and reserved in day to day life, at the party he’ll be dancing, cracking jokes and if he’s single wouldn’t mind a kiss under the mistletoe. 

Will plan a day with his closest friends to just chill, drink, watch Christmas movies back to back and play games like monopoly and Cards Against Humanity - which he’s very good at. 

[ssin-ent]

I love you princess

•Requested: first time with minho

[warning: smut, minho x reader, first time, really soft, dom minho]

NOT PROOFREAD (I'll do it tomorrow)

Minho was rubbing comforting circles on your back, your head resting on the crook of his neck as the light of the TV lighted up your bodies in the dark of your living room.

It felt good to enjoy both your presence, hugging him tight as your were straddling his lap, resting on his thick thighs.

To be honest, the position aroused you a bit, you two were alone, it was late and you could just grind down in him and get to feel him a bit more.

You started to leave little kisses on his neck, making him smile, before licking and sucking at his neck. You moved your hips a few timea, trying to act as if you just were adjusting your position, and not directly grinding on him

But he quickly understood and drapper his arm around your waist un attempt to stop you, but it didn't worked a tiny bit as you had other ideas and you started to rub your hands up and down his chest, lifting your head up to look at him before kissing him.

The kiss was sweet but it grew more steamy the more your lips moved against his , turning the action in a make out session. Lips meeting teeth and tongues, your hips swirling together as you felt his erection grow under you, poking at your clothed entrance, making you feel a knot in your stomach. You felt like gasping for air, the atmosphere now filled with lust, your hearts beating like they want to leave your chest, you never been this far with Minho.

Tonight, you felt aventurous you reached to palm his hard on, making him blush he reached for your wrist

"I-I...baby, y-you, no , You don't have to d-"

you cut him off, leaving a kiss at the corner of his lips

you whispered " I want it"

his eyes were looking at you with such adoration, you swore he had heart in his eyes.

"I love you so much Y/N" he said brushing a strand of hair

Now, you saw his change in his behavior, the shy and reserved minho who was blushing at a hand too close to where he wanted was now replaced with confident and cocky Minho, who was now hovering you on the bed after you both got rid of your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear.

"what a naughty little girl , you are" he said smirking against your neck

you whined at his tone of voice, being new to all of this

"don't worry Y/N, I'm going to take of you" he said kissing your forehead

and taking of your hand in his, moving his kisses down your neck, chest, stomach and hips

"can I take these off?" he looked up at you, you nodded

he took the piece of clothing off before living a kiss on your clit, making you close your legs together, embarassed to be so exposed in front of him

"I'll make you feel so good" he said stroking your thigh with his free hand, silently leading you to open your thighs.

With now both of his hands on your thighs, left a few kisses on your core, making you mewl at the contact before giving it a small like, his eyes on yours, oberving your reactions before he started to get bolder, licking fat stripe un your clit, tasting your pooling wetness .When his lips darted in between your folds you arched your back, his tongue licking at your entrance making you thrown an arm over your eyes, and biting your lips at the pleasurable feelings.

He noticed you trying to surpress your moans, embarassed to let out such sounds, he reached up and took both of your hands in his

"I want to hear you baby, tell me how good I make you feel, let me hear each of the beautiful soun you make for me , my love"

A warm feeling ran through your body, you felt so loved, so safe.

He got back to his previous position and thrusted his tongue inside of you, this time you let out all of the moans, whimpers and whine you were containing, letting the wet and warm feeling of his mouth taking over you. You suddenly tensed when you felt a finger enter you, it didn't hurted, it was feeling pretty good but it surprised you, the feeling foreign as it wasn't your finger being inside you.

"babe, are you okay?"he asked concern on his face, you nodded, biting your lips, now , you wanted him to move wanting to know what it felt like to cum on his long finger athat you fantasized about so many times before. He stroked your cheek " tell me when you like or don't like something, ask me yo whenever you want, it's all about you okay" Minho loveling adressed you, kissing your lips.

He moved his finger, soon adding another one and a third one, It felt so good to have yhem inside of you, it felt so much better than yours, you never wanted it to stop. But when he felt your walls clench around his digit, he pulled out to lick them clean, the lew act made you press your thighs together, his plump lips around his nuckles letting your imagination wander.

He had too off his pants before, but you were too caught in the feeling to notice. You mouth watered and you fet a bit of anxiousness taking over you at the sight of his length. He leaned over you, kissing and biting you lips, his hands at the both side of your face as he supported himself on his elbows, before kissing lower and lower to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nubs.

Your breth hitched at the feeling of his warm breath on your breast and the realisation that his length was so close to where you wanted it.

Soon, after putting a condom on, he slowly thrusted into you, letting you adjust to every inch as he was kissing all over you neck and whispering sweet praises in your ear. When you got acutumized to his size he moved gently, his dick streching you lightly at every move and rubbing against your walls was overwhelming, you were on cloud 9 already, everything feeling better than you ever imagined.

You gripped his shoulders as he fasten up his pace making you feel even better

"do you like it?" he asked biting your earlobe tou screamed out his name, as his end reached in between your bodies to rub at your clit, eightening the sensations.

"shit, you don't know how much I love you, fuck Y/N you feel so good"

His moans were getting louder and his heavenly sounds were such a turn on, you wanted to hear more of them, to hear every little whines and growls that were sending chills down your spine, but most of all sending you closer to the edge.

You both came together, Minho resting over you, his face inthe crook fo your neck as he was stroking your sides. He leaned up, his forehead was damp with sweat, his hair sticking to it as his toned chest was glistening, god did he looked sexy

He gave a peck to you lips , closing his eyes

"I love you princess".

[idhrenniel]

The Ghost of You | Thomas Shelby

➴ Summary: Tommy’s love is so strong that not even death will keep him from her.

➴ Pairing: Tommy Shelby / fem!reader (3rd POV).

➴ Warnings: Death. Suicide mention. Ghosts I guess.

➴ Wordcount: 1.4K

➴ Tagged: @angelaiswriting

➴ Author Note: I’m so sick someone end me.

In the end, it wasn’t the war, or his enemies. It was himself. He craved for a peace he could never find on Earth, and decided to search for it somewhere else. Thomas never thought of the consequences of his actions, if she would be alright on her own, if their children would wake up in the middle of the night asking for their father. He thought about himself and she couldn’t blame him for that. She had seen him slipping through her fingers for so long, it was a matter of time before he lost that battle. But this acceptance didn’t stop the pain and the tears, and the feeling that he was, somehow, still there with her.

It began with a gush of wind when the windows were close, the feeling of a cold hand on her face while she slept. Sometimes, she swore, she could see him in the reflection of her mirror, but when she turned around he was gone. At first she thought it was her own grief making her see, feel, things. She talked to Pol about it and she had agreed, claiming something like that had happened to her when her husband died. Because of this, (Y/N) had tried to move on and ignore her shakiness when she was alone at home.

Until that night.

That night the children had gone to Ada’s house for a Halloween sleepover. The house was silent and, if a mouse were to walk around, she’d hear it without problem. (Y/N) sat on the couch, reading a book she had forgotten the name of. She mindlessly turned the pages, reading but not even close to comprehending. Something was off. More than usual. She knew he was there. (Y/N) couldn’t help to look up towards the door frame he used to lean against to watch her read in the late hours of the night when the two of them were alone. Then, he would grab her hand and drag her to bed, both laughing like teenagers in love. (Y/N) clenched her fist, reminiscing the feeling of his warmth, his kisses, his voice. A tear run down her face. Someone was quicker than her to wipe it off.

Her book fell on the floor as she jumped, screaming at the top of her lungs. She pressed her back against the wall, next to the window. Because of the lightning, his reflection could be seen on the glass. She brought a hand to her mouth, silencing the sobs. Thomas knelt on the ground, his hand high up in the air where her face had been moments ago. Hurt and lost, he got up, searching for her in the room. When he found her, (Y/N) sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. Darkness was better than facing the ghost of her dead husband. Even if she knew he’d never harm her, even if he had never, not once, tried to scare her. This was a little too much for her. Her heart beat against her ribcage so fast it hurt.

“(Y/N).” Her name echoed in the house, hitting the walls and doors and windows until it came to her. She shuddered. She had never been able to hear him before, what was different?

She pressed herself even more against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting. It was the night of Halloween. “Thomas?” She whispered, her voice quivering and weak.

Thomas looked as surprised as her, taking a step back. As the clock struck midnight, his… form, because she couldn’t find other word to describe it, became clearer.

He didn’t looked alive, still had a white aura around him, but he did look complete. (Y/N) had expected him to be see-through, because that’s what she had learnt from the ghost stories she was told of as a kid. But he looked, aura aside, as if he had come back home from the afterlife… from the fucking afterlife. Oh God, how was this happening to her?

Thomas moved and his steps were heard. (Y/N) frowned. He looked down at his own feet, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Now, that’s a surprise, eh?”

Could she slap him? She wanted to slap him. But she was too afraid to move, she’d lose it if she touched him. “What…?” (Y/N) couldn’t finish her sentence, loss of words.

“It’s Halloween. Tonight, I can be whole again. Alive, almost. It’s just tonight, though. I will be gone with the first light of the morning.”

(Y/N) shook her head. No, he wouldn’t be gone. She just wouldn’t be able to see him. He had died months ago and she had ever since felt his presence in the house, in her car, even when she went shopping or took the children to school. He was there all the time, with her. It was not as comforting as she had once expected it to be, but rather frightening.

Another step. She looked up to see him approaching her. She couldn’t scream, her voice lost somewhere in her throat, but God, she wanted to. This was not a film about true love where death can be defied and nothing can go wrong. (Y/N) craved his touch, but not like this. She couldn’t even think about that thing in front of her being her Thomas.

He stopped. “You’re afraid.” It wasn’t a question, he was stating a fact. She was on the floor, hugging her knees with tears running down her face. “You’re afraid of me.”

No. She wanted to tell him it wasn’t him she was afraid of, but it would’ve been a lie. Could he blame her, though? Seeing ghosts was not a common human trait. Although the look on his face broke her heart, she couldn’t bring herself to speak or comfort him. Or move, at all.

“When I did it, I heard the shot,” he began, sitting in the couch she had been on. “And then, a voice. Your voice. At first I thought that someone had found me and I was in a hospital, but it all felt too cold and the voices were mere echoes. You, the kids, Ada and Arthur. I could hear the voices but never get too close to them. Until you called me, asked me to come back.”

(Y/N) listened to his words, taking in what he said. For a long time after his death, she had called his name in the darkness, weeping as she wished for him to come back. But she had never expected him to do so, much less like this. It was so much to take in. Her voice was still shaking as she spoke. “Not like this.” And she repeated those words over and over again, sobbing as she did so. So weak that not even when Thomas knelt before her and took her hand she reacted. Not like this, she said to herself, then out loud again. She wanted him back, of course she did. She wanted to feel his arms wrapped around her waist at night and in the morning, feel his kisses and hear his laugh. He couldn’t give her that now, could he?

Thomas spoke again. “I know.” He sounded hurt. Not because of her words, though. He was hurt because of what he had done and what that had caused. “But I can’t leave.” Before she opened her mouth to question that, he continued: “I left once, I can’t do it again.” He took her face in his hands and she was surprised at how warm it felt. “You will never be alone. You might not be able to see or hear me, but I will be here. I swear.”

As he wrapped his arms around her, and she was able to lean against his chest, a coldness crawled up her chest and attached itself onto her heart. This didn’t feel right, but the bliss of him was clouding her mind. Their love was so strong she was able to summon him from the death, and if for one night he could be back… (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, taking in the feeling of peace that emanated from his frame. Something was screaming at the back of her mind, but when Thomas brought their lips together, it shut down. And like that, it all went black. There was no more fear or anger, just peace. Only for one night, she’d let herself be haunted by the ghost of him.