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[thehavensyndicate]

L00k at m3!!!!

[dohu]

phaidei got me crazy ngl

[allyriadayne]

JACE CALLING THE DRAGONSEEDS MONGRELS. i cheered. yes, jace! that's exactly what you think you are! you are a mongrel, nothing definable, ugly and with only a measly claim to your royal heritage. if they can claim dragons what are we? IT'S JUST SO GOOD that he specifically mentions rhaenyra's "silver haired" bastards when he refers to the dragonseeds....well yeah! what happens when aegon and viserys grow up looking every bit targaryen and rhaenyra dies? what happens to jace? YOU ARE MY HEIR. does she know? does she even know? her perplexed face!!! rhaenyra's like "why would jace bring this now?" it's both wonderful and awful that she fully doesn't see jace as a bastard but just as her son. jace didn't know what to say either....they are trying to communicate for the first time in their LIVES but can't say a single word about it. did the conqueror's dream foretell that? kill me kill me kill me

[siggiedraws]

short comic I made based on the fic whispers from the future; whispers on the wind by @blurredblu!

[eraserbread]

Obsessed with your Nanamin ♡ Also obsessed with the idea of our boy being a virgin before he meets his wife so she's his one and only. Wow I wish he was real.

four weeks into dating, and kento's barely even grazed your hand. it's not that he doesn't like you, because he does a little too much. you're all he thinks about -- all he pines and stews over when he's alone.

you two met in the odd space between high school and the thought of university where nanami was finally feeling the toll sorcery was taking on him, only going out once a week to drink his guilt away. it’s there, at dinner with co-workers that he meets you — a mutual friend of his desk mate who had a little too much to drink one night.

now, nineteen-year-old nanami was not the nicest. he drank and spent his sleepless nights staring at walls, begging for a reason, or just purpose.

he has terrible insomnia because he sees the ones he lost to curses every time he closes his eyes. it’s why he left sorcery in the first place. he’s not strong. he’s barely capable of keeping his own head up. call it teenage angst, but nanami will call it his burdensome state.

eighteen year old you was full-spirited and beautiful. you always had friends begging to go out drinking and partying. that year was a whirlwind of nasty hookups, terrible hangovers and love-lust. safe to say, you and kento were complete opposites.

all that to say — opposites do attract, and nanami's been obsessed with you ever since that fateful drunken night.

it was one particular morning date over two cups of strong coffee that you finally poke a little further than the stupid childhood stories and plans for the future. you want him to touch you.

"i won't lie, i've been waiting for you to touch me this whole time." it feels embarrassing to finally say out loud, but you didn't know how many more hints you had to give him.

he stills over his sip of coffee, vibrant hazel eyes going stagnant. you can tell you finally got him -- you sparked a reaction.

that day, as soon as he gets you home, he's pushing you on the bed. nanami's all heavy breaths as he crawls over you in the afternoon light, biting over his bottom lip as he meets your gaze.

"i'll try and be gentle..." he whispers before sliding down and tucking his head under your loose t-shirt. kento fits so perfectly there, purring against your warmth as he kisses up your stomach, lips finding their home against your lower sternum.

you're blushed down to your toes, rocking your knees together under kento's lanky frame. he's got you on lock, left hand finding your wrist against his sheets to hold you there.

you've never been this intimate. he's closer to your heart than you are.

"can you breathe down there?" you whisper, breathing harder when you feel him drag to your left nipple.

"mhm." he responds, vibrating the entirety of your body. he gives your nipple a little experimental lick, stopping to gauge your whining reaction. "breathin' you."

"fuck, kento."

he's blushing so fucking hard when he comes out from under your shirt, golden hair ruffled with static. it gives you something adjacent to cuteness aggression, you just want to kiss him already.

it's missionary that first time -- he hovers over you like a angel, pretty eyes screwed shut as the tip of his cock drags slowly through your slit. it's driving you crazy, all this build-up, but nanami can't stop. he fucking loves the way touching you like this felt, this was enough.

"you won't... it's not gonna hurt me, just do it. put it in." it's your final, desperate plea for more, but he's too caught in his head. he shakes it.

"i can't... i can't cause i'm gonna - I'll finish." he's tucking his cheek into his shoulder, whining low as he guides his tip across your entrance. it dips so perfectly there like it's meant to fit, but he just doesn't do it.

it's actually starting to get annoying.

deep down you have an inkling he doesn't really know what he's doing. but, it's okay because neither do you. you know that his lips on your sternum felt good, but the thought of his body inside of yours felt even better.

you just wanted him to take you. you've never wanted something more.

you whine. "nanami, what are you so afraid of?" you try, snaking hand up his naked back to the base of his neck. he shivers hard at your touch but he loves it.

"don't wanna... oh, baby..." he murmurs when your fingers find the tension knot just at the base, using strong fingers to massage over it. "just don't wanna hurt you."

"the only thing that'll hurt me is if you leave. just don't leave me," you pull him close, hugging both arms around the back of his neck.

"so, just put it in... please, please please."

[blueskittlesart]

tumblr tag equivalent of a lethal flashbang

[harrowedsoup]

Gideon, from an independent point of view, is the one that should be getting bitches but due to tragic circumstances; no bitches.

Harrow, from an independent point of view, is the one that shouldn’t get bitches but due to tragic circumstances; too many bitches.

[kenchann]

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オンボロ BOYS www

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[alienssstufff]

Etho Scar neck kisses I sat up from my bed so quickly

[tervaneula]

I wanted to do this for Trans Day of Visibility and surpriiiiise didn't have any spoons, but better late than never!!!

Gosh, look at them. I love my Leos so much 😭

[decoyhounds]

[a-midlife-krisis]

y'all hear me out HEAR ME OUT. if cait and vi died in the alternate timeline from the blast that would make so much sense because a) why would piltover care about a kid from zaun dying so much they stop jayce from using hextech? and b) they're soulmates and most likely can't exist in the same world without the other.

but that would Also be the same for jayce and viktor. jayce would've succeeded in killing himself in that timeline because he and viktor never teamed up. and viktor would've died from his illness without hextech. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY WITHOUT THE OTHER. ONE CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT THE OTHER. BESIDES VI AND POWDER. BECAUSE THEY'RE THE CENTER OF THEIR STORY. I'M GOING INSANE.

[ams-puppy]

i still get this question to this day. asking for PERMISSION to draw my actual ROMAN EMPIRE. you sweet amazing individuals so. just to let people know

rb this if u are okay with people drawing your selfship!!! this post is their permission slip!!!

pr✧ship + variants dni...

[mistressemmedi]

"I have no brakes" Pierre, I think you have a few more issues than just that??

[tyquu]

The way he moves implies neurodiversity or LGBT ‼️

[spoopieere]

God- i love these two. Literally never gets enough of em. I'll go on hiatus from the fandom after this one. I'll be back for Madness Day 2025 though!!!