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AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

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For any Black Trans/LGBT+ who needs some help!! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤

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We are heading towards an absolute knowledge black hole, aren't we?

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Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again

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yeah im “transitioning” *dissolves into tiny pieces as i click to the next slide*

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Y'all I know that when so-called AI generates ridiculous results it's hilarious and I find it as funny as the next guy but I NEED y'all to remember that every single time an AI answer is generated it uses 5x as much energy as a conventional websearch and burns through 10 ml of water. FOR EVERY ANSWER. Each big llm is equal to 300,000 kiligrams of carbon dioxide emissions.

LLMs are killing the environment, and when we generate answers for the lolz we're still contributing to it.

Stop using it. Stop using it for a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. We need to kill it.

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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reblog to teleport your mutuals to a massive party when jkr dies

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More on the idea that Elrond gets more eldritch as time goes on:

See the thing about Elrond is that the human parts of him are just, fundamentally, not designed to live forever. Some may be injured beyond repair, others will succumb to illness, others to age. That's hardly unique, it's a reality all half-elves have to face. The elvish parts of a mortal half-elf will keep them looking young, even when they're close to death, but the human parts of an immortal half-elf can pose far more problems. After all, choosing to be immortal can only do so much to alter a half-elf's biology.

But life is adaptable, and often far sturdier than it seems. The human parts of an immortal half-elf are destined to die, but they do not do so all at once. And because of that, the elvish half is able to slowly replace the failing parts, allowing half-elves to attain immortality at the price of slowly stripping away their humanity. It's long been noted that half-elves often start to show more elvish features as they age, often significantly changing how they look. Erestor Caranthirion starts with his mother Haleth's dark brown hair, but as he ages, it slowly bleaches to Miriel's silver.

See, the thing is, elves aren't immortal in the truest sense either. Under stress, elves will fade, and even without it, they'll eventually succumb to sea-longing. Normally, all this means is that half-elves will have a truly elvish fate.

It's different for Elrond.

Just as elvish blood resists the aging and injuries of humans, Maiarin blood is able to overcome the fading of elves. And just as Elrond's elvish blood begins to strip away his mortal blood as he ages, so to does his ainuric blood begin to shine through more and more, as stress and time wear away the elvish parts of him.

He ends up looking so much like Luthien and Melian because those are the parts of him that are best suited to survive Middle-Earth– the only parts of him that could allow him to live through everything that happened to him.

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may i get a NSFW scenario with sub!aizawa and his dom!male!s/o where he’s dressed up in cat ears and is called “kitten” by his s/o? basically pet play (if you’re okay with that! it’s totally okay if you’re not, i understand!) lol. thank you ^^

Heyya!🍀 sure thing! My apologies for long wait on this and hope you enjoy~

(Male Pronouns)

NSFW Scenario: Sub! Aizawa x Male! Dom! S/O - Kitten

Warning: NSFW (Pet play, Apparatus - collar and leash; tail plug; cat ears, Use of dom titles- Master, submissive, teasing, slight overstimulation, riding, doggy)

Word count: 1, 551 words

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☕Aizawa Shota☕

Aizawa sits in {Name's} lap, feeling his hands exploring to their hearts content, leaving him a tad bit embarrassed with how casually {Name} is running is hands along his body, playing with the cat ears and smiling when looking at Aizawa's collar. Unexpectedly, {Name} gives a small, teasing tug to Aizawa's tail, making him whine from the feeling of the plug moving ever so slightly inside of him. {Name's} lips kiss his shoulders, making their way to his collarbone and up his neck, despite the collar, Aizawa could almost feel those searing kisses. "You've been so good for me. Haven't you kitten?" {Name} speaks between each kiss, earning a sigh from his partner who leans in a bit more to those seductive little affections.

"I think you need a reward for being so good" {Name} states suggestively, Aizawa can tell from the tone in his voice, he leans in to playfully lick and bite his partner's lip "Thank you Master" the words come out in a lazy drawl that only add to the atmosphere and reaffirms the anticipation of what's to come. {Name} smiles approvingly at hearing his title said by Aizawa, he hooks his fingers under the collar to pull his sub closer "You really know how to tease, don't you kitten?" In response to the words, Aizawa smiled innocently, as if he were oblivious to his own words and actions that were slowly affecting his dominant lover.

Feeling {Name's} warm hands sliding and caressing his body, eliciting a purr from Aizawa and leaves him craving a more... desirable touch. {Name's} fingers casually grazed against Aizawa's cock, hard from his arousal since the evenings activities had begun. {Name} runs his fingers gently across this length, pressing a kiss into Aizawa's shoulder. Listening to his breathing hitch "You're so hard" {Name} deliberately comments to fluster Aizawa who was already feeling a bit shy about his current state and now having it brought to attention by {Name} while feeling his hands straying now and then just to remind him in the form of 'accidental' touches. {Name} smiles with a plan in mind "Touch yourself" he whispers, watching his lovers face mix into an expression of embarrassment and surprise. Aizawa bit his lip in hesitation, looking at {Name} and that silent look of insistence. He sat back a little, feeling his hands spreading his legs more. Aizawa hesitantly goes to give himself a few gentle touches. Testing, before taking his cock in hand, stroking slowly under {Name's} intent gaze. {Name} continued to watch as Aizawa's mouth opened slightly, a few soft grunts escaping his lips. He smiled enjoying the show that was on being put on just for him. Aizawa felt a little more challenging to his stare, biting his lip as he strokes a little harder and drawing small moans. {Name} felt a little idle, his hands were growing bored, his hand cradles Aizawa's face, a sly smile as his tail was lightly yanked on. Aizawa's eyes opened in surprise, halting all his actions. {Name's} wicked grin only seemed to grow wider "Don't stop"

Aizawa looked at him, shock and horror at knowing what he was planning. With a little more nudging his tail was pulled out, the sound of the metallic plug hitting the floor gave rise to an evident red tint on his cheeks and {Name} smirked at his reaction. In place of the plug, Aizawa can feel the nudging of his partners fingers, slipping in easily as he moans at the sudden intrusion. The pleasure of his expert fingers seem to send shocks down Aizawa's spine. Conveniently forgetting his task, Aizawa stares at {Name}. Licking his lips seductively as hands rest on {Name's} shoulders. Aizawa grinds down with an all too obvious intention, his teasing motions only aggravate {Name's} arousal, which plead to be freed from the tight confines of his pants. {Name} growls, at the bold actions of his lover "You little minx." With an innocent look, Aizawa captures his full attention. "Please master?~" he purrs out sweetly, desperation laced into his voice, how could {Name} deny him when he asked so nicely? He plants a kiss to Aizawa's shoulder "You're only well mannered when you want to cum" {Name} murmured against his feverish skin. Aizawa chuckles not denying his statement. His hands deftly ran down {Name's} body before reaching his belt and looking at him slightly for confirmation. With a nod, Aizawa unbuckled his belt, sliding it off, fingers instantly working on the following clothing. His impatience evident in how quickly he was trying to strip {Name}.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit at the display, it was a wonderful sight to see Aizawa so eager. {Name} lent a helping hand, stripping himself to ease Aizawa's rushing just a little bit before settling back into their position. Aizawa bites his lip, grinding against {Name's} cock, earning a growl of approval. "Ride me kitten" {Name} says between heavy breaths. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Aizawa is more than happy to obey that order, positioning himself above {Name's} length as he slides down slowly, feeling every inch as it pushes deeper. Aizawa trembles at feeling, his partner throws his head back, taking in the pleasure of the delicious tightness that engulfs him. Whispering approving words alongside curses of utter pleasure, expressing his satisfaction. Every seductive, lustful word from {Name} only seems to aggravate Aizawa's burning ache, and trigger an encouragement to get exactly what he wants. "Look at you, taking me all in like a good pet" {Name} coos, holding onto his partners thighs as he watches the show Aizawa puts on, the all too enticing grinding of his hips that sink down on his length only to lift and leave him in a constant cycle of wanting more. {Name} noticed the feeling of Aizawa's thighs straining and shaking with every thrust. Suspecting that his partner might be getting a little tired. {Name} pulls him down, holding his hips completely still before giving him a kiss. "Let master take care of you" he mumbles between kisses, watching Aizawa nod. "Please do.." he quietly moaned out.

He eagerly watched as Aizawa slid off his length, opting to get onto all fours and look back at him. Subtle in the manner he shook his hips to indicate his urgency. {Name} sighs, unable to beat such an obvious cry for 'attention." {Name} took a moment, getting something that was sure to surprise Aizawa. Before rutting his hips against his partners, leaving him to whimper trying to get more and wishing {Name} would stop teasing already. He eased and inched into Aizawa, attempting to get more, Aizawa moved his hips, stopped by Name who held him still and moved even less now, only prolonging the tortuously slow pace. Aizawa moaned feeling himself being filled more and more, he whines. Resting his head down in his arms as a large hand rests against his back, the warmth from {Name} spreading throughout him. Despite wanting to take control, to rush him more, he knew better. Disobedience never got him what he wanted. Aizawa hears the familiar click, of something being hooked into his collar. About to look back to confirm his suspicious when a sharp tug pulls him to {Name}. A hard thrust makes him cry out in an unanticipated burst of pleasure. A series of rough thrusts begin, pulling more of those sweet moans from his lips. " "Who do you belong to? Hm kitten?" {Name} asks, accentuating his words with a tug on his pet's leash. "You..." Aizawa moans out without any hesitation. {Name} smiles at how quickly he responded, how confidently those words fell from his lips.

He thrusts harder, his hand holding onto the leash as the other traced down Aizawa's body. A hand firmly gripping his cock as he gave it a few hard strokes, corresponding to each of his thrusts. It was too much to handle, Aizawa felt his body building higher to an intense climax, begging for release that his Master so graciously gave to him. Aizawa's body grew taut and shook violently at the intensity of his orgasm, going limp and supported by {Name's} hands which eased him down. While still reeling, a slower more gentle thrust earned a small whine from him. Feeling {Name}, getting closer to his own release. The sensitivity left him tingling with the shock spreading through his body with every thrust. Reassuring kisses are planted on his shoulders traveling to his back. Listening to the struggling grunts of his lover as his thrusts got sloppy, a hand entangling in Aizawa's hair and pulling his head back, paired with a rough kiss as he felt {Name} reaching his climax. For a moment {Name} rested his head on Aizawa's back. Listening to his heart calm down before shifting his weight to lay next to him. Hands moving to pull off his collar as Aizawa settled into {Name's} side, resting his head on his partners chest.

The rest was short lived by Aizawa giving an assault of gentle licks and nips, complimented by the occasional kiss on {Name's} neck, slipping in between to catch him off guard.

"Someone's frisky" {Name} commented watching Aizawa's actions "I want more~" he pleads, showing those big eyes that always persuaded his Master to give into his wiles.

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When Holding Hands...

The Riddler: Edward didnt think he could get enough of your affection in times like these. The two of you were sitting in the Iceberg Lounge and you had taken his hand into yours nestled in-between you. However you went that step further to use your remaining free hand and curl it around his arm. Practically hugging his arm.

Scarecrow: He likes to have your fingers interlocked, palm to palm in clear view. It makes him feel like a piece to a puzzle. The two of you being the full picture. No one gets to you without getting through him and he more than welcomes anyone to try.

Two-Face: His hand is always on top of yours and your fingers interlocked. Not palm to palm though. Its more of his hand on top of yours and since your hand is there, he grips it. It's a protective thing. One: you're spoken for. Two: He wants you to feel safe. Three: It makes him feel better to know he has an eye out for you always.

Mad Hatter: Loves when you have an arm around him and he links his fingers with your own. Sometimes he traces patterns on your hands and plays with your fingers. He's a fidgeter. Plus it means he can cuddle into you whenever he wants.

Black Mask: Isn't the hand holding type unless you're walking with him. He is the type, when sitting down to have his hand on your thigh. When he does hold your hand, it is in a tight grip and he practically drags you to each place. Keep up or get dragged.

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i call this the headcanon chart. see my vision

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Nothing is Trivial

Elrond x nonbinary!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary:

TW: Fight scene that describes some injury

Hello sir can i request a elrond x gender neutral reader where he confesses his feelings for them thinking they are a girl but they come out to him as nonbinary (they do share the feelings though) and he's like "i love you anyways" ?

Also i love your writing 💛

Authors Note: Happy Pride Month!! Once again, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I do enjoy that as a trans masc writer I get quite a few requests for LGBTQ+ fics, so keep 'em coming!

As the early evenings sunbeams danced across the valley, the waters of the trickling falls and brooks appeared as though they were teaming with diamonds. As a traveler, you had passed through Rivendell more times than you could count; Yet, those visits had been brief, never exceeding more than a week, despite the assurances of Elrond that you were welcome to stay as long as you liked.

You were fond of the Lord of Imladris - after all, he had proven a faithful friend time and again, was wiser than any scholar or wizard, and always extended some kindness to those residing in or passing through his lands. However, wanderlust had kept you on the road - at least that is what you told yourself and others you encountered - the excitement of seeing new lands, discovering yourself by trying on the lifestyles and customs of those coming from all walks of life. You were still young, believing you would have plenty of time to stay in one place once you had grown old and grey.

While this was not necessarily a lie, you were leaving out a portion of the truth. You avoided any extended stays within the hidden valley because in your heart, you knew you could stay forever, especially if it’s lord simply asked. It made your heart race - feeling as if it was sitting inside your throat, half choking you - to think of what may, or more likely may not, happen should you stay. It was easy to run away from the uncomfortable prospect of life changing (or failing to) after your heart had led you to crawl back to Rivendell between criss-crossing half the continent. That is, until an unexpected ambush resulted in an extended stay within the valley.

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You passed Weathertop two days ago. Another day's journey and you would be able to spend a few nights resting in Rivendell. It had been well over three years since you had last sought respite in the valley.

While on your travels, you encountered Brunwulf - a kindred spirit. Months of travel and fireside chats with the individual resulted in many realizations, including one acknowledging your gender identity. Brunwulf's friendship was instrumental in becoming comfortable, and later proud, of being non-binary (a term and a concept they introduced, but fit like a glove once explained to you).

You promised yourself that during this short stay in Rivendell you may share the news with Elrond - he was your friend after all, and the time felt right to share this aspect of your life with him. His reaction was sure to be welcoming, you were only friends after all, yet you couldn't push away the building anxiety surrounding the "what if's?" rushing through your mind.

That shall be a problem for the future me, you thought as you lifted your pack onto your back. For now I must actually make it to Rivendell. The day seemed to drag on, the mild morning weather given way to a blistering heat by the early afternoon. The last leg of the journey taking its sweet time now that rest and warm food were finally in sight.

You had nearly passed over the border of Imladris when a sense of dread grew in the pit of your stomach. Your heart rate increased, every hair seemed to stand on end, and you quickened your pace. Nothing is wrong, you are simply worried and weary from travel, you tried to convince yourself. No foul being would dare come this close to-

The hideous echo of an orc horn upon the surrounding hills sent a shiver up your spine. You began running through the sparse pine wood and golden grasses. I only have to make it to the border, I only have to make it to the border, I only have to make it to the border, your mind repeated again and again. It felt as though you were running in a dream: no matter how hard you tried to run, it seemed the distance in front of you only grew greater.

A warg mounted by an orc rider cut across your path. You nearly tripped right into its jaws as you struggled to redirect your momentum. The beasts rider took a swing at you with his foul blade. You narrowly avoided what could have been a fatal blow, ducking and drawing your own dagger. The warg and it's rider were strong and cruel, yet you were cunning and quick, easily able to outwit the pair. Feigning your movement to one side, you dropped and rolled in the other direction, sticking your dagger in the side of the beasts neck while it tried to turn to where you had been a moment ago. With a grunt, you removed the small blade and the warg collapsed. The orc rider muttered something, probably a curse, in Orkish. He dismounted from the warg, and you readied your dagger for the offensive.

It was easy to parry and direct your own attacks at first, but the exhaustion of days spent traveling were creeping up on you. Perhaps your reaction time had delayed, for in an unregistered blink a sharp pain extended across your abdomen. You could feel blood starting to seep from the wound and into your clothing. Pressing one hand to your side to stay the bleeding, you fought on.

Blocking a forceful blow from your opponent sent another shot of pain through you. Your body felt as though it were on fire and the world was spinning. You fell to your knees as another call from the orc horn sounded. The orc gave a guttural laugh. You felt your eyes rolling back as you crumpled to the ground.

The sound of a sweeter second horn, though this one you could not tell if it was real or just a dream.

A steady thunder of riders moving closer.

Nothing but blissful ether.

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That had occurred over a month ago now. You woke up days later, wrapped in a cozy blanket on a soft, warm bed. Elrond soon visited you. He asked how you were healing and told you of what had happened after you collapsed - how he and his riders fought the orcs, brought you to Imladris, and tended to you himself.

For once, he looked... tired, as though his thousands of years may finally be weighing on him. Surely that must be a projection of your own state, elves rarely displayed such things... right? Regardless, Elrond insisted that you stay until you were fully healed. You agreed given your near-brush-with-death, and were still resolved to have a heart-to-heart with Elrond about your identity. You just had to wait for the right time.

Except, it had been over a month, and still it had never been the right time. This is what led you to wandering the gardens on this particular evening. To continue waiting for the right moment, or to make the right moment, or to just abandon the whole thing completely and wait for some other visit to the valley. You plucked the petals off a flower, going between the three options. You had already gone through this process with two other flowers, unsatisfied with the results both times.

"I wonder what the flowers have ever done to you." A voice that was as warm as a late spring breeze caused you to jump. You jerked your head to the source.

"Sorry," You placed the naked flower down beside you on the bench you had been occupying. "I thought it may help me make a decision, but I guess I just made a mess of your gardens instead." Making room on the bench, you gestured for him to take a seat, "You may join me if you wish."

"They will grow back," He smiled, taking the seat you had offered. "I cannot say I don't blame you. I have also had to make some decisions of late." Elrond's gaze dropped towards the ground before meeting yours. You had seen the elf Lord worried before, but something else, something more personal, seemed to be a miss. You gave him a slight nudge.

"Well, I may not have all the wisdom of the elves, but I am here if you would like someone to listen."

"You are precisely who I've been needing to talk to," he held your gaze, his voice laced with earnestness. You quirked your head to the side, slightly confused, but remained silent waiting for him to continue. "We have known each other for awhile now, and recent events have shown me I must be bold as the world grows dark once more. I should like if you remain in Imladris."

"Forgive me, but I'm not sure what you mean." Bold? Bold how? Against the orcs?

"I have met many elleths and daughters of men, yet none have stirred my heart quite like you. I understand many of these attachments often result in tragedy, but after the grief your injury gave me I believe it would be a greater tragedy if I were to bury my heart for all the ages of the world." You swallowed, taking in the full (and very clear) meaning of his words. The right time is now.

"I confess, I have something I must share with you as well." Elrond's expression dropped, fearing for the worst. "I do return your feelings," You reassured. "It's just... I do not want to be referred to as a daughter of man, or even a son of man, simply a child of man. It may seem strange, and I hope that we may continue to be friends at least, but on my recent travels I learned of this term: non-binary..." You had started fidgeting with your hands, feeling as though you were losing control and losing everything you had only dreamed of hoping for until a moment ago.

"Ah, I see." Elrond took your hands in his, running his thumbs across your knuckles. "I am familiar with the term. I understand that in the world of men such things may take more time to be accepted," he said, gently squeezing your hands. "But among the elves, our ideas on this subject are much more fluid. I shall always stand with you, melleth nin."

At these words, you could not help the tears that began to brim and fall from your eyes. Elrond raised one of his hands to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears sliding down your face. Noticing the concern knitting his eyebrows together, you couldn't help but softly laugh.

"They are happy tears, I promise," you explained, placing your hand over his. You saw the relief wash over his features and the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a small, relaxed smile. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, pressing a small kiss against the inside of his wrist. "Your words have meant the world to me. I cannot believe I have been so lucky to know you in this lifetime." Your eyes glanced towards his lips. "May I?"

"You may," he returned with a smile, closing the gap between you.

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