#🌸————musing

[oscquinn]

Hey, for the spring break sleepover thing, if you're still doing it, could you please do lip gallagher with #12 on the trope list? 🙏

Thank you :)

ofc!! rated m. non-explicit sexual content (clothed touching), brother's best friend, almost getting caught, lip being an ass, dubious consent

"lip, h-hey!" you grab his curls, pulling his head away from your chest. blue eyes sparkle up at you and he blinks, feigning innocence.

"what is it baby?" lip asks, words forming around the boyish grin on his lips. he rests his chin on the swell of your breast, cocks his head like a damn puppy. he's so stupidly irresistable.

"ian is just in the bathroom, you've gotta get off me," you scold him, no real force behind your words. lip kisses you softly, his mouth trailing down to your jaw. you can't help but melt, a soft whine passing through your lips.

his hips press down on yours as he moves up towards your ear. "aw, don't wanna get caught, hm?" he croons, fingers tracing the waistband of your cotton shorts. he slips his hand between your thighs, pressing against your clit through the fabric.

you yelp, covering your mouth as you buck your hips against his grip. "yeah? you'd be all fuckin' embarassed?" he asks, and you squirm.

"lip, quit it. i think ian's coming."

lip smirks, holding his position for a moment longer, but he ultimately moves off you. he presses a kiss to your cheek as he straightens, and pulls down the hem of your shirt to cover your stomach.

ian comes back in. he sits on his bed, giving you a curious look. "you're all red... you okay?"

you gulp, unable to think of an excuse, but lip supplies an answer for you. "told 'er a pretty dirty joke," he tells his brother, crooked grin on his face. "give her a minute."

[moonlight-prose]

I just wanna sit in Logan’s lap and admire his claws and watch him blush 😩

okay but picture this with worst!logan: the concept of body worship is not lost on a one logan howlett. he is the man who will lick and bite and tease each patch of skin to prove his love can emanate beyond mere words. he is the man who will caress the small of your back in public but sink his teeth into the stretch marks across your hips in private. body worship to him is an every time you are together deal. it's a way of life for him.

until that fateful night. you find yourself perched in his lap on the couch, wade is gone, althea has bingo, and the apartment is yours. alone as a movie aimlessly drones on in the background. your kissing him and it's messy and logan can feel his body scream to pin you down against cushions he slept on mere hours ago.

the taste of you is heady on his tongue. a direct shot of adrenaline that kept made him long to pound into you until the legs on the shitty piece of furniture broke. until your screams were heard by the annoying neighbors next door. he's aching and desperate and you're not making his internal war any easier.

his claws are out long before you start grinding against his lap - your fingers tugging at his hair, mouth moving along his throat. he fights to reign them in. the terror of harming you clawing at his chest. but then you pull back. you reach for his hand with a sparkle in your eye, and press a kiss to the cold metal.

your tongue slides along the dull edge, hips shifting to sit directly on his already pulsing cock, and logan feels his sanity snap. the moment you suck on the tip with a soft mewl he cums loud. he's harsh when his hips jolt up into yours - his hand ripping free from your grip to plunge silver into leather. a way for him to steady his movements as he practically humps you.

it's a type of body worship he's never experienced before. admiration for what's made him so cruel - love for the one part of him he loathes. he goes to scold you. explain how fucking wrong that could have gone. but stops dead at the sight of your smile, eyes glazed and chest heaving.

he knows his face is red; crimson bleeding down onto the skin of his chest. he knows he's never blushed this hard before. and yet when you press a kiss to his cheek, softly murmuring how much you wanted to do that again, how he looked beautiful cumming in his jeans, he feels the weight on his chest begin to lift.

[papillon-mechant]

hi! can i get hard dom!remus with puppy!reader? tysm

Hi! Hope you like this!

"Come on now puppy, I know you can do better than that." Remus taunts, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He leans his body against the headboards, folding his arms behind his head in such a casual position, it's like you're not even there.

But you are, and you're working so hard. You lean forward, giving a small yap in Remus' ear as the change in position drives his cock further up your wet cunt, hitting your spot just right.

"Just a pathetic little pet, can't even ride a cock properly." Remus growls, grabbing hold of your hips and thrusting his hips hard into yours, driving a string of desperate barks from your throat. One of his hands leaves your hip, moving behind your body and grabbing hold of your tail.

You yelp in pleasure and pain as he tugs hard on your tail then lands a hard smack on your ass. You pant harder and harder as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, relishing in the feeling of Remus' cock hard inside you as he continues to tug lightly on your tail.

"Are you close puppy?" He asks, stilling your hips, much to your dismay. You bark pleadingly, trying to continue the movement of your hips, which earns you a particularly hard tug on your tail.

"You wanna come with me? Want me to fill you up, get you nice and full of my pups?" Remus uses one of his hands to scratch behind your ear, something he knows drives you crazy as he begins moving his hips again, giving you long hard strokes.

You bark in excitement, your cunt dripping at the idea of being filled with Remus' puppies. Placing your paws on his chest, you take control moving your hips at a vigorous speed. Remus groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Good girl," he moans, "gonna get you nice and full, you'll be having my puppies in no time."

[jekyll-the-muse]

🌸 That-... that is far too kind, thank you! And of course I will give it to her, I promise!

Of course..! How are you faring my dear? Hopefully well.

[shungyo]

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[bardic-tales]

Lysandra | Day 2

10 Days of Mermay Musings: Day 1

In the depths of transformation, when civility strips away and the true nature of the sea emerges, a siren’s tail reveals far more than anatomy. It unveils identity. For Lysandra, this primal form is not a loss of self-control, but the unveiling of her truest nature.

Here, beauty becomes weaponized, elegance becomes execution, and the ocean’s darkest secrets writhe beneath her skin.

Trigger Warnings: Body horror, gore, predatory behavior, supernatural violence, transformation

At her most primal, Lysandra's tail becomes a manifestation of pure, abyssal terror. It is no longer merely beautiful, but otherworldly in its menace. Inspired by the venomous elegance of the spotfin lionfish, her tail stretches long and sinuous, as it becomes more serpentine than piscine. It is capable of snapping like a whip and coiling with lethal grace.

The scales shift from polished obsidian to an ever-shifting gradient of oil-slick iridescence. It gleams with hues of blood red, blue, and violet that ripples in darkness. Bioluminescent streaks pulse faintly beneath the surface, trailing along the length of her body like glowing veins, revealing the raw power surging through her. Along her spine, barbed and crimson elongated spines is laced with paralytic venom, which fan out in a deadly crown.

At this stage, the aesthetic allure of her siren form gives way to something far older and more terrifying. Every motion becomes fluid and inhuman. Her movement are of a predator born of cursed waters and ancient desire. The tail itself is not just a limb, but an extension of her will. It is used to constrict, crush, and carve through water or flesh with surgical precision.

When Lysandra is primal, she is no longer a queen in disguise. She is the rivers of the Kingdom of Lust’s wrath given form: seduction shed for sovereignty and beauty redefined as death incarnate.

@watermeezer @shepardstales

[romance-dawning]

Hands you the littlest pirate you ever did see FINALLY Got around to lining and coloring Ray's new main reference sheet!! It's been a long time coming but they deserve it :}

[twistedappletree]

Arranged marriage zhuiling AU where instead of being arranged to marry each other, Jiang Cheng keeps trying to set Jin Ling up with random girls from other clans after Jin Ling mentions he’s interested in marrying ‘someone’ because he doesn’t know Jin Ling meant Lan Sizhui, so Jin Ling keeps doing the most ridiculously annoying and unappealing things to scare off every girl who comes to Koi Tower and Jiang Cheng is ripping his hair out because you little brat, you said you wanted to get married???

Eventually, both of them are so exhausted from the miscommunication that Jiang Cheng investigates and finally finds out what’s wrong, then tells Jin Ling he has one more potential spouse for him to meet. Jin Ling is a pouting lackluster mess over it until his entire world stops when the doors to Koi Tower open and Lan Sizhui walks through.

[amoreemioo]

yeah — he knew this was coming. it always did. the issue? seokmin liked hyeon too much to just, you know, ghost him. that’s what every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do right now. he should just delete the other man’s information, put his phone down and try to forget him — even if it would have an ache in his chest and keep him from sleeping for days to come. but with every text that came through and his own previous hesitation? why not take the risk? if hyeon finally knows the truth and stays? well — a win!

( text ): don’t say that, hyeon

( text ): you mean so much to me

( text ): oh no no i’m

( text ): everything i’ve ever said is true. i swear

( text ): just not

( unsent text ): my face

oh, god, he was stressed as he let out a loud sigh and pressed both palms into his eyes for a moment. it wasn’t even that big of a deal! he could totally show his face (with nothing more than five minutes notice) to the guy he was into and — you know, lying to about what he looked like to begin with. seokmin was anxious to do it, is all. said anxiety spiked pretty quickly, especially considering he was forcing himself to swipe along his screen and hit facetime.

@rainyearning / x

[oscquinn]

and if I said accidental pregnancy with Mack except he’s kinda thrilled abt it

okay im loving this??? in my head it's a few years into his career, maybe when he's 20 or so. rated m. pregnancy talk! all fluff :))

your hands shake as you stare at two thin, pink lines. over, and over, and over again. you took five tests, scrounging them up from the depths of your cabinet. pregnant. your stomach flips as you laid a hand on it, you aren't far along enough to be showing yet, but you know what's hidden there.

the sound of the bathroom door opening brings tears to your eyes, a sob bubbling up from your chest.

"o-oh shit," mack murmurs, stepping closer to you. "what's wrong? talk to me, hey," he urges softly.

your whole body shakes as you turn around, showing him the test. you can't bring yourself to say it aloud, the only words that pierce through your poorly-stifled sobs are a chorus of "i'm sorry, i'm so, s-so sorry." the feeling is all consuming, dread washing over your body in waves. your head aches, feeling heavy as you avoid mack's gaze.

"baby, baby look at me." he grabs your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. for the first time, you notice he's crying just like you are.

"mack, i'm so sorry-" you begin to apologize for the millionth time, but mack kisses the words right from your lips.

"i mean, yeah it's earlier than i expected. but... i want this with you. i wanted it a few years from now, but i'll take it right now." he pauses, hands squeezing your own. "if it's something you want."

you nod simply, too overwhelmed by the sudden shock and joy to speak. one final sob wracks through your body as your boyfriend cradles you against his body, swaying softly.

"shh, it's okay. we're gonna be okay, yeah?" he murmurs, stroking your back as he holds you close. "let's go shopping, get you out of the house. we can buy baby clothes, and baby shoes, oh! and we gotta get 'em a little shark plushie."

you pull back, a wet laugh bubbling up from your chest. it's funny, how scared you were. of course mack was over the moon, he was sweet in nature, with the biggest heart. you should've known there was never a reason to worry.

[sylviareviar]

For those of y'all wondering...

Behold! Sylvia's Duel Runner: Sky Dancer

And...

Sylvia's hybrid Duel Disk. (Ignore the reference pics on the sides, and the needless comments...)

Very sky/rainbow vibes :3

I'd normally try to stray away from the rainbow gem motif considering, well, she's not a Crystal Beast user. But the Weather Painters seem to love using diamond shapes and being super colorful, so every once in a while, I'll allow it to slip in just a little bit. But anyway that's why I went with bubbles instead of gems (I did once use gems, but I recently redesigned her Runner and Duel Disk because, well, I just said why.)

This IS my art, so please don't steal it ^^;

[moonlight-prose]

I think logan has a praise kink bc that man doesn’t get complemented enough and I want to shower him with so much love 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

his praise kink isn't even subtle. it's blatant and written all over his face, because he's never been told he's good in all the years he's been alive. he's actually a little desperate for it - even if his face is a blank slate of zero emotions. you can see it shining bright in his eyes. that small inkling of please say i'm good, i want so badly to be good.

and when you actually do say it? he's a simpering man on his knees. he's suddenly devout, praying at your altar with candles bleeding wax all over his calloused hands. logan isn't a man to say what he needs - what he craves. but you're able to flip through his thoughts like a novel. giving him exactly what he wants to hear: yes you're good. you're perfect. you're everything i could have ever wanted in a man.

if he spends a little extra time loving you (in bed, in the kitchen, against the door because he's insanely impatient) then who are you to complain?

[papillon-mechant]

Can you do sirius black and reader. Sirius helping the reader relax after a stressful week. Just being all soft.

Yes I can! Thank you for requesting!

You were exhausted. It had been the worst week of your life. It started on Monday, when some idiot Slytherins decided to steal all your white undershirts and die them green. You had to wait two whole days for the new ones to be delivered. Then slughorn decided your essay on the origin of the use of crow feathers was too good to actually be written by you, which landed you in detention for the third time this semester.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, the elves made egg tarts for dinner, you hated egg tarts. So now you're sitting in your dorm alone, tired, hungry and overwhelmed. You're so lost in your thoughts you don't even hear the sound of the door opening, nor do you notice sirius enter with a plate full of your favorite treats. That is until he sits on the end of your bed and scared the shit out of you when he touches your leg.

"Merlin! It's just me beautiful." He chuckles, startled himself by your reaction. You stare at his face for a second and, feeling all of the built up emotions from this week bubble to the surface, you lunge into his arms, almost knocking him over in the process. Sirius wraps his arms around you instantly, holding you close to him as you begin to sob into his shoulder.

"Oh puppy," he coos, rubbing his hands up and down your back, "what's the matter?" He asks, pulling your head from his shoulder and cupping your face in his hands. He moves a strand of hair from your cheek, wet from your tears.

"I'm just so tired." You cry, unable to stop the spill of tears that fall from your eyes. Sirius' heart breaks at the sight of you. He can see how tired you are, there are bags under your eyes, and the usual light behind them is gone, replaced with nothing but exhaustion.

"Here love, you need to eat." Sirius sits you up, setting the plate on the bed between the two of you. He picks up a small croissant and guides it to your mouth, nodding slightly and encouraging you to take a bite. You listen without hesitation, sighing lightly at your first bite of food for the day.

For the rest of the night. Sirius waits on you, hand and foot. He showers you with praise and affection, feeding you the rest of the food on the plate. He draws you a bath, helping you wash up in a way that wasn't sexual, but still intimate. At the end of the night, he lays himself on your bed, holding the covers open and encouraging you to lay on top of him. You take the offer with no hesitation, pressing your full weight onto his body, savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around you as you slowly drift into a deep sleep.

[admins-apprentice]

The warden below me has taken a specific liking to the.. ah.. leftover golem machine we used to make the institute's golems. I've argued that it's quite barbaric and his only response was that it was 'necessary to keep the order.'

I do not agree with this in the slightest. I've kept order just fine by speaking with guests in a polite manner and abandoning the.. arrogant behaviour he seems to display. Why so rigid, if it's only an institution?

I wonder this to myself quite often. I do wonder how many times Romeo has gotten on him if he acts so.. military.

[bardic-tales]

Day 6 | Lysandra | Day 8

10 Days of Mermay Musings: Day 7

Beneath her flawless human guise, Lysandra’s reign stretches far beyond the sight of mortals into the fathomless dark where leviathans stir at her command. These ancient beasts, born of the same abyss that spawned the Siren Queen herself, do not merely serve her. They announce her. When Lysandra claims territory, she doesn’t plant flags or build walls. She awakens horrors from the deep.

In this article, we delve into how the Siren Queen marks her dominion, and how the monstrous sea titans under her thrall both guard her realm and terrorize those foolish enough to cross into it.

Possible Trigger Warning: abuse of power, body horror, death, eldritch horror, manipulation, marine predation, psychological control, ritual sacrifice, stalking, and violence

To Lysandra, territory is not just geography. It’s a manifestation of her dominance, her hunger, and her divine right as Siren Queen. She doesn’t rule with banners or declarations. She rules with fear, song, and the ceaseless movement of monstrous sea creatures that have only known obedience to her voice. Her leviathans—colossal, primordial sea beasts with labyrinthine pink eyes and gaping maws lined with bioluminescent fangs—are ancient remnants of the Kingdom of Lust’s deepest trenches. Bound by blood, song, and ritual to her will, they patrol her claimed waters, silently circling any coast or underwater gate she deems hers. Their presence alone warps local marine ecosystems, driving other predators away in reverence or terror.

These leviathans leave behind unmistakable signs of her rule. Coral calcifies in unnatural formations resembling siren sigils. The water takes on a faint hum of her song, detectable only by the magically attuned or spiritually sensitive. Fishermen whisper of "dead spots" in the sea where no sound lives and no light dares penetrate. Those are Lysandra's warning signs. Occasionally, a disobedient vessel will vanish entirely, leaving behind nothing but shattered hull fragments and a smear of ichor across the tides. To the uninitiated, these are ghost stories. To cultists and those in the know, these are borders, lines in the salt and foam not to be crossed.

Lysandra often sends leviathans ahead of her when she plans to seize new territory.

She begins with one: a scout to test the spiritual and magical defenses of the area. If resistance is met, she dispatches two more, each more corrupted than the last, until the sea itself becomes a hunting ground for her desires. When a leviathan is spotted by the Military Order of Divvik, who are lead by the Archangel Michael in a guise, lingering offshore, it is no idle swim. It is an omen.

One creature is reconnaissance. Two is a challenge. Three? That’s Lysandra’s version of conquest. These beasts never act without her guidance. They are instruments of her will, her voice echoing through the tides like a divine commandment.

But perhaps most unsettling is how the leviathans communicate her presence even when she is not physically there. Their shrieks carry echoes of her siren song: distorted, monstrous renditions of her seductive melodies. It’s her way of saying: “I see you. I own this place.” These echoes sow madness in the weak-willed, driving invaders to paranoia or frenzy. The madness is no accident. It’s part of her system. It's psychological warfare on a supernatural scale.

In especially sacred regions, the leviathans shed pieces of themselves, which her cultists collect for rituals to strengthen her claim.

Ultimately, Lysandra doesn’t just mark territory. She transforms it. Her leviathans are more than sentries. They are extensions of her ego, her obsession with control, and her spiritual branding on the physical world. When she seizes a region, the sea itself becomes corrupted. The tides surge unnaturally, sea life either flees or mutates, and the moonlight reflects oddly on the waves. Her siren magic bleeds into the environment, and the leviathans ensure it remains untouched by rivals or prey. To enter her territory without permission is to enter a living, cathedral of bone and brine. Every ripple whispers her name and every shadow might be serpentine jaws about to snap shut.

@watermeezer @shepardstales @chickensarentcheap

[jekyll-the-muse]

🌸Doctor, are you fine? ...is Hyde causing trouble again?

A bit..a bit busy right now. amarieth.... *barely avoids a smaller dagger* YES HE IS GOD Damn him-