#Ty! 💕

[holyguardian]

🌱

Send🌱 for me to write a short post from muse I’d like to write in the future or send 🍃 for a muse I’ve written in the past and no longer write.

Link flinched back with an exclamation of surprise. He reacted as though he were in immediate danger — and he was, in a sense. His pointed Hylian ears were surely tinged red with how harshly they were burning.

He could be... rambunctious.

Though he was full of courage, he still understood different types of trouble. Facing down an ancient foe? Exhilarating. The harsher drumming of his heart carried him through those fights. When an innocent citizen chastised him for something he absolutely did wrong? He wanted to evaporate. Give him a stick and a group of bokoblins any day.

"Uhh..." the Hero shrunk back. Yes, he had smashed up those vases. No, he did not have the rupees to replace them. If they were placed outside, they were fair game... usually... but this time he really messed up.

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

why do I imagine if Tina did say she had any soup, Jimmy Jr would ask her to feed it to him 😭

stoppppp that’s so funny 😭 she absolutely would too

[zukosdualdao]

How long have you been active in your fandoms?

i think i made this blog in late may or early march? so since then. i’d seen the show before and probably occasionally reblogged things on main, but this is definitely the most engaged i’ve ever been with the fandom.

[vidumavi]

📓!

To say that I've come up with a plot might be a bit generous, but I've been meaning to start writing something epistolary-ish for a while now - when I think about it i think more about the letters themselves, but they would be framed by some elves in the immediate post-war of wrath very early 2nd age trying to collect and preserve every possible written document from the 1st age they can find, copying them and eventually starting some kind of program to send the letters etc of the deceased to their families in valinor via númenor. I'm not sure who these enterprising elves would be though, since all named characters are kind of busy at the time - maybe it would end up being ocs, maybe it would focus more on the people receiving the letters idk idk

[meadow-dusk]

Have you read Shakey?

YES! I found it at an air-bnb I stayed at recently and I took that as a sign from the universe that it was time to read it.

I was less emotionally affected by it than I was by Waging Heavy Peace so I didn’t say much here but I learned a LOT 🤓 (I’m putting off Special Deluxe for similar reasons. The day will come when it may). Until then, Shakey was fascinating and helped give context to the world in which so much of the music I love was created. It already needs a sequel tho: Neil’s done 25 more years since it wrapped up!!

[boleynqueenes]

for the fanfic writer emoji asks: 🎉⌛️

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

reviews…? i prefer reviews above almost anything (well, edits are lovely, too… mainly bcus i love a glimpse of what the story looks like in the mind of the reader asw)

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

ahahah, ummmm, years… im a chronic unfinisher, im trying to break the curse. a chapter? months or years as far as outlining/ drafts go. but if i have enough notes and enough drive i can usually finish up a chapter in days.

[ichiro-artosaki]

kees the feesh 🧜🏽‍♀️(siren au is consuming my brain!)

[avadaniels]

33 & 77 for the spotify game<3

33. baby goes again - the japanese house

77. falling apart without you - quickly, quickly

send me a number 1-100 and i’ll tell you the song on my top 100 playlist!

[erabu-san]

Sumeru family trip !

[demonic0angel]

"Jazz what happened? Your apartment has been trashed, you're not answering your phone, and you call me with an unknown number. Did you get kidnapped?"

"kinda sorta. Dont worry about it. Im with Red Hood."

"None of what you said is comforting nor reassuring."

Jazz hummed. "It's fine. Oh, I forgot to mention— it's a Code Beauty and the Beast: The Wolf scene."

There was silence on the other end. And then Danny said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Jazz replied pleasantly, “I’m afraid not. Thanks for worrying about me, little brother! See you later!” She blew him a kiss through the phone and then hung up without another word, smiling.

“Thank you for letting me borrow your phone, Hood,” she said sweetly, batting her eyes.

Red Hood, from where he was awkwardly standing around and trying to not listen, coughed. “Uh. No problem.”

Jazz stood up and approached him. He froze like a caged rabbit in a room with a wolf. Jazz smiled again and said, “And I forgot to thank you for saving me, Hood. If you weren’t there… I wouldn’t know what could’ve happened to me.”

Red Hood coughed again. “J-Just doing my duty,” he said nervously as Jazz leaned in. She hugged his arm and beamed up at him as he stiffened into a board of wood. Honestly, she couldn’t really tell if he was enjoying it or not, so she made sure to keep her hold loose.

“Thank you again, Hood. I’m happy to be saved by a hero like you.”

Red Hood nodded jerkily. He didn’t pull away, his hand freezing in place. She blinked at him, keeping her height low.

At any other time, Jazz would’ve felt embarrassed by her own behavior, but when literally faced with the man of her dreams who was a hero, saved her, was strong with big muscles, and best of all, had a motorcycle like that of a bad boy, she literally could feel her body losing all of her self respect.

“Can I repay you?” She asked innocently. “I could buy you dinner.”

“Uh.”

“If not… maybe I can repay you in other ways? Please, I insist.”

Red Hood coughed again, rolling his shoulders subtly. Jazz let go of his arm immediately, but then in an unconscious movement, Red Hood grabbed her around the waist and drew her back in. He froze like a deer in headlights as Jazz inwardly pumped a fist in victory and outwardly went back to hugging his arm nonchalantly.

“Uh. Dinner is fine,” he said, his voice almost a croak.

Jazz beamed. “Oh. That’s great! Shall we go now?”

He nodded slowly and Jazz happily pulled him out of the safe house he had put her in to protect her after that strange attack. Supposedly from one of her rivals in Arkham Asylum? Well, she didn’t really care anyways, since she knew her friends and family could handle it. And she got a date with the man of her dreams!

Score!

She could already hear the complaints and wails of her siblings.

[beifong-brainrot]

[en-chi-la-da]

VERY LOVELY pearlnet commission i got from @loremaster!! pose is similar to The Kiss 💕 muah!

[jkvjimin]

PARK JIMIN + dominating the stage with his aura (cr. namuspromised, jung-koook) | [template]

happy birthday, annie! @kimtaegis 💜

[vidumavi]

🩷/🤍

🩷 a ship you like, even though it could never work in canon: i keep talking about mithrellas/berúthiel on here without actually elaborating or getting around to posting fic but i am actually so serious about this. "the timeline is off by a thousand years", you might say. that is quitter talk for people who are scared of involving necromancy & ghost sex in their niche femslash

🤍a new ship: the gen Nimloth & Elwing fic I'm currently writing keeps trying to veer into Nimloth/Nerdanel territory and I'm still trying to keep it on track but I can feel myself getting attached to the idea

[wondeurwall]

AUTHOR'S NOTE. based on the poll: nsfw that won by a landslide, as expected AKSNDJSKb!!! i'll post the sfw soon. i'm currently sitting on 9k with this fic & i don't think i'm close to being done yet omg 😵‍💫 not sure how many more previews i'll post of it – i'll play by ear. or, if it's something y'all still would like, then i'll be more than happy to do it, but i think they'll be much shorter going forward!! 💕💕

AND good luck to anyone pulling for zayne's banner & for anyone trying the new oracle of stars event... i want to try pulling for rafayel's, at the very least, since they all look related to the myths 😭 for the lore, I'LL BE BROKE!!!

TAGS/WARNINGS: 🔞 mdni, fem!reader, porn with plot because i said so, cunnilingus

He drops to his knees, keeps his arms slung over your legs, trapping you at the edge of the bed. His face is in front of your pussy, the heat of his breath makes you quiver.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says.

And, you do exactly that. Rafayel’s gaze has the full moon in there, the light unblinking and brilliant, like a parallel of the sun during the day. It dares you to flinch the longer you look. But, you keep staring, find that it doesn’t hurt and, instead, the light feels familiar. 

You hear the waves, tides along the shore and grains of sand being pulled into the water. It happens briefly. Holding your breath, the salt of the sea comes to you like it does in your dreams, a little more vivid each time you fall asleep. 

The same images of him fill your vision. Why?

You release the breath, then blink, feeling the heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat again. It’s a back-and-forth reel of him and Rafayel, different realities converging to a single point in time – and, your lips are trembling. With the heat of Rafayel’s body seeping into you and the recollection of the sea, the moment tastes and sounds like a memory.

No. It’s more than that. 

You look at Rafayel, and everything feels less like a dream and more like a memory.

You’re about to call his name, but it’s quickly ripped out of your lips in an airy moan. The flat of his tongue glides up your slit once. Then, he’s doing it again, dipping the tip into your hole and curling between your folds as he moves up to gather your cum. Taking as much as he can, he swallows the taste of you, eyes fluttering closed as he savors it. 

It’s the way he does that – makes you believe this isn’t the first time, like he isn’t a stranger to this side of you. So, you’re drifting back into your head (only barely now, because the pleasure is intense, hot and needy) and it’s as if pieces of a puzzle come together in the span of a millisecond and you’re lucid enough to arrive to what seems like an impossible reason: it’s not the first. 

You can’t shake off this feeling. 

Your pupils dilate, oxygen completely dried from your lungs when you see the pleasure on his face. To you, Rafayel is reliving something he’s missed. Something that’s been denied from him for so, so long and he’s finally grasped onto it, and he looks like he’s found the secret to walking on air. 

The ache in your chest is overwhelmed by the ache in your pussy. You whine, the glow in his eyes too dizzying. It does nothing more than guide you closer to hysteria. Your hips jerk forward, begging.  

Blood rushes through his cock, straining beneath his pants as a deep rumble comes from within his chest. He’s diving back into your cunt for more before you can catch your breath. 

You lie there, unable to close your legs. His arms keep them bent and tucked securely between his biceps and forearms, the strength of him nothing you can even attempt to win against. It comes to you as no surprise – he’s not human after all. Your mouth parts, a light sheen of saliva over your lips. Shallow, quick breaths keep you grounded as you watch through glassy eyes how Rafayel devours your pussy like a starved man. 

He pulls back slightly, staring – he hones in on your little bud. You hold your breath when he presses a kiss to your clit, slow and gentle, before he traps it between his lips and sucks, humming as he does.

“Raf – Rafayel,” you gasp, the vibrations coupled with his sucking makes your thighs vibrate, has you seeing tiny white stars. He sucks your clit harder, and your voice gets caught at the edge of your throat. 

There’s a pause before you’re moaning like a broken record.

You force your hands to mask your face, rallying enough strength to quiet down because you’re falling, losing yourself so fast, and you have no idea how to wrap your head around the pleasure that’s already building back up.

There’s a disapproving click from the man between your legs.

“Stop,” he says, voice deepening to a near growl. It surprises you – this tone, along with that look in his eyes, half-lidded, clouded with desire, like a predator ready to pounce at its prey – and you feel a greater level of ecstasy being injected into you and it knocks against the sensitive, heavy knot in your stomach.

His demand is never quite like this. It feels… good. 

Rafayel loosens the hold on one of your legs to snatch your hands away from your face, “I need to hear you, baby, or I’ll stop.”

Breath bated, you can’t help but stare at him, utterly dazed by the moonlight that hangs over his head just like it does in his eyes. 

Lovestruck. Only a second passes before you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desperate you are to see more of this version because there’s no use in denying that you’re among the reasons – if not the reason – he’ll take charge. It’s a stark contrast to the light-hearted and comical side he usually shows. There’s a certain attractiveness to it, the willingness inside of him to take care of you with this authority. 

He asks, “Won’t you be a good girl and listen to me?”

God, you’re so wet right now.

You forget how to breathe, feeling like you’ve evolved in a bottomless nothing. His grip on your hands is firm, yet not so much that it shackles you. He’s still gentle. Nodding your head is all you can manage. He finds it cute. Rafayel brushes his mouth over your palm and around your hand to the first knuckle. He smiles. 

And, you melt. Of course, you do. Craving to be good for him, to be the good girl like he says you can be – that you are – you clutch onto the bed sheets instead, let your mouth babble this time.

When he’s sure you won’t do it again, he goes back to your clit, giving the attention it deserves as he keeps his eyes on you. He plants a kiss to your throbbing bud again. And again. And then again. It gets stickier there, messy with your cum and arousal and his saliva; stretchy, gooey strings that reconnect his lips to your pussy.

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https://x.com/iris_bee_/status/1770471692248256603?s=46 He is matching with Kate 😭😭😭

Hellooo! They are indeed matching. 🥹

If you look at the top of the waistcoat, there's also some sort of gold patten going on (similar in tone to the jewellery, straps and other embellishments on the dress).

There's a flash of the bottom when they're dancing too.

THEY'RE SO MARRIED AND THEY'RE SO MATCHING!