YOU'RE A THEATER KID?! as someone who absolutely wishes that could be me, what are some theater media recs 👀❤️🔥
Oh man, are you referring to my bio!? I'm so sorry, I was referring to Raphael being a real goblin/theater kid. I utilized that TERRIBLE GRAMMAR.
LIKE I DID SOME THEATER WAY BACK IN YE OLDEN DAYS. I have the essence of a theater kid. But alas. I was never like OFFICIALLY theater.
Might I recommend @unreadpoppy? She knows these things.
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random ask: what is your go-to daily drink? your special occasion drink? detail delightful, recipe spectacular.
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/ づ♡ I love you drinks [you're pretty cool though]
HMMMM. Lemme have a think.
So, for daily drinks, it's pretty boring. I mostly drink water throughout the day. I start almost everyday with a cup of black coffee. If coffee is feeling a little intense, I'll have oolong tea.
Some special occasion drinks that I love...uh. Thai iced tea absolutely slaps. Chai tea lattes are also incredible. I have no recipes for either. I just stare in wonder at the people who make them. Because they are delicious.
A boozy drink that I love (which also tastes delicious sans booze) is just a boring ol' Moscow, Kentucky, or Botanical Mule. They're mostly the same, just change the alcohol. It's muddled mint, lime, ginger beer (splurge on a ginger heavy/spicy one), and then whichever booze you chose. A place near us makes a "botanical syrup" and I have no idea what goes in it. It just tastes like the forest. A very summery drink.
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10 Songs Tag Game
Thank you for the tag @beeotis and @dodorimo! Here are 10 songs from my recently played playlist on Spotify. I'm going to put them under a cut because the post looks positively heinous. Thanks, Tumblr.
I'll tag: @flamemittens, @theemptyislost, @simplysolo, @cambion-companion, @makesometime, @inaconstantstateofchange and anyone else who wants to have at it.
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Raphael x Jaheira: Leash
A/N: extremely short lol, but inspired by how absolutely damn unhinged Andrew and Tracy got on a stream. And the gorgeous art they inspired. Holy damn, Red is so psycho talented.
R x J: Leash 18+
Jaheira catches his lower lip between her teeth. “Come now, pretty bird. No songs for me?”
Oh, he croons, preening for her amidst his sea of lavish silks. He is red. Red like the kiss-sucked bruises on his throat, red like his sheets, red like the wine trickling down his throat, tracking down his abdomen. The half-elf digs her knees into his hips, pulling back on the leash as she might with any well-trained mount. He arches, lower lip caught between his teeth, as she traces the path of the wine with her nails.
“And in what tongue would you prefer these songs, High Harper?” the devil purrs. “I do consider myself a—” he gasps, hips jerking as she fists a hand in his hair. “ —most magnanimous host.”
Jaheira considers this, fighting back a shiver as he traces the underside of her breasts. She slackens her grip, and he tuts, disapproving, tucking his face in the curve of her neck. Teeth press against her throat, canines threatening to break the skin. She tugs on his collar, and he hisses.
No marks, aye—that is the rule. Much like any spoiled princeling, he is inclined to break these agreements.
“You might have surprised me.” Jaheira clucks her tongue. “Barely house-trained. Ah-ah. You do not bite unless asked.”
He sinks his teeth deeper, and she grunts, instinctively yanking on the collar, binding him. Raphael bears the abuse, tongue lapping at the fresh wound. He groans. “Such a delicious vintage. Why—I can still taste Demogorgon’s fury on you.”
She laughs, tipping her head back to grant better access. Ah, but let him have this indulgence. Jaheira leads him in a lazy rock, pleased by the way his hips judder when she squeezes him—greedy boy.
“Ah, you would drink from me, then? How generous.”
Raphael tweaks her nipple with his thumb. “Behave, Harper. Even these mighty new friends would struggle to wrest you from my claws—should it strike my fancy.”
She pats his cheek, fighting back a groan of pleasure as she takes him deeper. Raphael’s left-hand settles over hers, still gripping the leash. He presses her back and draws the collar tighter, and it’s all the permission Jaheira needs to push them further. Her free hand settles on his sternum, pushing him back, making him snarl, jerking against this binding.
“Oh, beautiful boy,” she croons, pressing her thumb to his lower lip. “You believe I’d need them?”
He thrusts up into her, long lashes fluttering over his cheeks—he is beautiful. Pleasure coils low in her belly as she wraps the leather around her forearm. Raphael grasps the leash and pulls her down to him. Until they press chest to chest, pace erratic as the half-elf rides him. This joining is a savage thing, teeth bared, swallowing each other’s air as they chase their pleasure. Jaheira finds it…well, it is the simplest sort of exchange.
She strokes his hair in the aftermath, pleased when he presses a glass of fine wine to her lips. They are the sort to linger in the afterglow, neither embarrassed by their nudity. Both are old enough to welcome this…calm.
Raphael digs his finger into the small of her back, honey-colored eyes glittering with mischief. “You will convince dear Tav to reconsider my offer?”
She scoffs. “As if they would listen! These heroes will do as they please. You know this.”
“I know this.” He licks the marks he’s left on her throat. “But the devil will have his due.”
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