Ah! Even Being Outside the US, This is amazing!
Hi guys! It’s giveaway time! I wanted to thank you guys as well as celebrate getting 9000 followers! Since last August I have seen my followers just grow and grow and I am so thankful to each and everyone of you. So to celebrate I’m hosting this giveaway!
The winner of this giveaway will receive a copy of the Mythical Creatures Bible, a book that’s over 400 pages full of greats monsters and cryptids for you to oogle. Next, a ‘The Shape of Water’ DVD! You’ll also get a Facehugger plush (yes from Aliens) then a Durotan Pop Funko figure! A Labyrinth t-shirt in size large. A Hellboy ‘Red Right Hand’ bank, four tentacle pens and a 3000 word story! Also, I’ll include some extras in the package based on your blog so you may get some pins or keychains with your prize not listed above.
There are also 2 extra commissions that two runner ups will win!
Now for the rules. Sad to say, but I can only offer this giveaway to people in the United States. That’s why I have the two extra stories for my monster lovers outside the US.
You must be following me! That’s kind of a given isn’t it.
One reblog only people, don’t spam your followers. Likes count too.
You can also follow my Instagram and Twitter for extra entries.
Giveaway will end May 5th! Once I do the drawing and select the winner you’ll have two days to respond before I select another winner.
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- Unable to upload it on Tumblr, cause it’s too long. SHIT -
You had a stressful long day, Sans comes home and sees you’re troubled. He promised to treat you nicely for tonight, but it wasn’t the Nicecream treat you were expecting.
- My first NSFW audio, recorded in Feb but was unsure if I should upload it or not. BUT I got nothing else left in my audio library so, here ya go -
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Raffle Winner One-shot for @awesometurtletails Swapfell Papyrus x Reader Specifics: Soulmates. NSFW Smut
*Ao3 link here
Keywords: soulmate, soul resonance, friends-to-lovers, piercings, marking, female reader, 69'ing
(*I hope you like it, Turtle-kohai! <3 )
“hey, where are ya goin’? c'mere, darlin’.”
Papyrus pulls you back into the booth and onto his lap. You squirm, laughing, and push lightly against his chest. The action is a farce; you don’t want to break his hold on you, and from the smirk that crosses his sharp teeth, he knows it too.
“I was just going to get another round and maybe order some fries. I’m starting to get hungry,” you inform him, one of your arms looping around his neck. You’ve been friends with Papyrus for nearly six months now. What started as little flirty conversations at Muffet’s had turned into hangouts at his house, eating dinner with him and his brother (although the burritos tore your stomach to shreds every time you actually gave in and ate one), and exchanging flirtatious texts each night. There was a definite mutual attraction, and you both ended up comfortable enough with one another for plenty of physical contact, but you’d never taken it further than that. There had never been a kiss, other than one on the cheekbone, and the innuendo remained mere implications of what could be.
But tonight, Papyrus was in a good mood that had everything to do with how much vodka he had mixed with his barbeque sauce. His arms went around your waist, dragging you closer to his fur-lined coat, and his face dropped to your neck, where he shook his head.
“nope. you can stay right here and feed my hunger instead.”
His breath is so warm against your neck, and his voice comes out in a low, rough baritone that you’ve fallen asleep listening to on the phone on more than one occasion. You ramp up the flirting by fingering the processes of the vertebrae of his neck–a touch you know he loves–and make a thoughtful sound in the back of your throat.
“Hmmm…” Your fingers curl so your fingernails rake along his spine, and you immediately feel him shiver in response, his breath hitching and arms tightening. “Just what are you hungry for, Rus?”
You can feel his teeth move against the side of your neck when he answers, “somethin’ i’ve been dyin’ to taste for so long, darlin’.” He pulls back enough to meet your gaze. His eyelights are bright orange pin-pricks that search your eyes, and you understand immediately that this is your chance. If you want to take things further than just flirtatious remarks and arms around one another in the dark, then you can.
And boy, do you ever.
“What’s stopping you?” you whisper, the query holding the hint of a challenge as your lips curve in a smirk.
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