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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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Hello, there ♡ I saw your requests are back open and I was wondering if I could request some more Thranduil smut where the reader (female human) has a nightmare or is just deeply upset over something (whichever you prefer) and he comforts her, but then it slowly turns into a slow burn fuck sesh 🔥🔥 thank you so much. I hope you are having a good week.

Well hello there! I had a great week, I hope it was the same for you! Now, onto your request.

"Light after darkness"

✨Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second person POV)

✨Themes: Some angst | Smut | Soft

✨ Word count: 3k words

✨Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: A bad nightmare and waking up in the dark ends up with something much lighter and sweeter.

✨ Author's notes: "Girdle of Varda" is a band of countles stars similar to the Milky Way.

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The vision returned, darker and more sinister this time.

It started as an inky black mist rolling in, and the world went dark. Lightning struck like a lance, its flash splitting the sky, but little could be seen, save for shadows in the gloom. Ugly things, ones only found in the darkest pits, slithered about, muttering in a tongue that was foul and torturous to listen to. There were flashes of terror and suffering, and there was laughter, coldness, and cruelty. There was the glint of steel, of eyes glinting like red, hot coals. And the pain, sharp and intense, returned, with memories of a dark time flooding in like waves crashing over jagged rocks.

And that flood only grew, with those waves rising higher and higher. Your heart lurched at the next flash of lightning, at the glint of a sword, at the sound of a beast pounding over muddy earth. You caught the subtle sheen of armour, the agonizing sounds of frantic screams. Red eyes flashed in the darkness again, hot and angry this time, rushing towards you, and then —

"Starlight?" a comforting voice called out from the darkness, pulling you out of the dream and slowly into waking. "Starlight, are you all right?"

You jerked awake, a silent scream trapped in your throat. The utter clarity and terror of that nightmare left you shaken and cold, and you trembled, your eyes barely making out the outlines of a large room. "It's dark," you said in a panic, your chest heaving heavily. "Why is it dark?"

You heard nothing, save for the muffled sound of feet over thick carpets. A candle was lit, its soft, golden light dispelling some of the gloom. Someone walked over to the large, arched windows, opening them to a wide expanse of the night sky. Sheer drapes fluttered in the cool breeze. And how beautiful the sky was! Countless stars glittered against an endless field of inky black, with the Girdle of Varda and a pale full moon standing out against them all. How comforting it was to see that sky after weeks of darkness, the light of that candle, but most important of all, the face of the ellon who made his way back to your side.

"Are you well, starlight?" He studied you, his eyes filled with growing worry. "You were struggling in your sleep."

"Bad dreams again," you tried to take a deep, steadying breath to try and compose yourself. "From before and..." You began to weep then, shedding sad, bitter tears, as the memory of your capture kept flooding back. Thranduil felt helpless, unable to defend you from an enemy he could not fight or even see. It made him angry—so very angry, that he couldn't shield you from the horrors that plagued you some nights. In the end, he settled on the one thing he could do. He joined you in bed, gathering you in his arms and holding you while you wept.

Tears fell, hard and relentless, and you clung to Thranduil's robes, your chest heaving painfully against his. And Thranduil refused to let go, holding you silently without complaint. His presence was a great comfort, and his touch was soothing. You lost track of time, so lost were you in your grief. And it slowly passed, with your tears easing and your sobs quieting. The pain you felt ebbed, and yet you felt empty instead of light.

"Do you wish to talk about it, starlight?" Thranduil's voice was warm and deep as it cut through the haze.

"Tis the same as before," you choked, nestling into him. "A foul mist and lightning. Daggers and those ugly red eyes. Then a sword flashed in the darkness. Your elk pawing at the earth. Screams." Your eyes drifted down, to your exposed left arm. "The pain."

Thranduil ran a careful finger over the scars on your forearm, a gift from your orc captors. "Does it still hurt?"

You shook your head. "Not anymore. But I can still feel the blade. And I hate it. I hate how it looks. How it makes me look." You sniffled again when you went over those scars, all words, all in the black tongue of Mordor. No amount of healing could make them go away, and you were bound to carry them for the rest of your days. "I feel ugly."

How Thranduil hated it, hearing you talk like that. He couldn't bear to hear you talk of yourself that way. "You are beautiful starlight, and it pains me to hear you talk of yourself that way."

"But look at these!" You cried and stuck out your arm, so he could see. "They will never go away, so how can you say that I am?"

Thranduil took your hand into his and lifted it to his lips. "I am not blind to them, starlight. I say you are beautiful because you are. Remember your first night after waking up?" His pulse scrambled with each little kiss when his lips pressed against your skin, at the scent that filled his lungs—the sweet scent of you. "When you were strong enough to dine with the rest of us?"

Your cheeks warmed; how could you forget? Thranduil was the first to rise when you walked in, his eyes fixed on you and no other. He had insisted you sit next to him, and he spent almost the entire night talking and dancing with you. "I thought you had never seen a mortal before me," you managed a weak smile.

"Hah!" Thranduil guffawed, his lips skimming over your fingers. "Mortals, I deal with plenty. You on the other hand? I have never seen anyone like you, and I could not keep my eyes off you. You were a vision that night... You are a vision, starlight. I wish we had met under happier circumstances, but I am glad we did. I would not change the past several moons for anything."

You barely remembered the first few days of your rescue. All you did have were hazy memories of that battle, of opening your eyes and seeing Thranduil for the first time, the fall of his silver-blonde hair, the steel of his armor, the cloak that kept you warm on the ride back to his halls. Still, those first memories of him, blurred as they were, were so precious to you. "I would not change one thing either, save for maybe this."

Thranduil's lips left your fingers and trailed down your arm, barely skimming over the scars. "You are beautiful, starlight," he breathed softly. "Will you let me show you just how beautiful you are?"

You hummed sweetly, all too aware of the heavy thud of your own heart. And to have him take his time to make you feel good? Well, you were not going to say no to that. "Yes," you said, your breath hitching when his eyes darkened.

Thranduil took his time, slowly unburdening you of your robes and unburdening himself of his. He started by touching you first, letting his hands glide all over your body, slowly and gently, like he was touching you for the first time. And he trembled, his breath soft and tremulous, his hands shaking as they continued with their gentle exploration. "Just feeling your naked skin against mine is enough to make me weak," he murmured, delighting in the little gasp he heard. "So soft, and I cannot get enough of it."

His touch slowly grew insistent, and his light brushes grew a little rougher, a little greedier. His hands were everywhere, over your thighs, your belly, the soft swell of your breasts, deft fingers kneading at your flesh. You shivered, your body slowly easing over soft, silk sheets, your fingers digging into the fabric. Thranduil saw this and groaned under his breath. He had only just begun.

He moved over you, his thighs pushing yours apart. Propping himself on one elbow, Thranduil continued with his exploration, his soft, luscious lips just hovering over yours. His free hand kept gliding over your belly, over trembling muscles, and his eyes locked on you. And those eyes of his, burning bright even in the light of that single candle, the blue of them as vibrant as a clear morning sky. That was the only first clear memory you had of him after your rescue: opening your eyes and finding him looking down at you on the ride back. A gasp then ripped through you when his hand came back to your breasts, stroking the soft skin, his fingers drawing little circles, then pinching lightly at first, then growing rougher, until it felt like your entire body was aching. Flushed and breathless, you moved a hand over his, trying to guide him.

"No," Thranduil gently ordered, his lips brushing over yours. "Not tonight."

You swallowed and moved your hands over your head, your body pulsing as he continued, brushing his fingers over your throat, your lips, and your eyelids.

You were everything he wanted, needed, even. And he didn't stop. Not with his hand, not with his lips. Thranduil kept brushing his lips over yours, savouring the sweetness of your mouth and he felt it—the slow pin-pricks of desire smolder and grow stronger, degree by slow degree. Hunger threatened to overcome him, but he forced himself to hold back just a little longer. He wanted to taste more of you first.

Your back arched against him, and you sighed helplessly when he dipped his head, his lips and his tongue leaving a damp trail in their wake. "I cannot get over how sweet you taste," he mumbled against your throat, his teeth nipping at your skin. "Just thinking about my lips against your skin is enough to make me hard."

You pulled away and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, searching for any sign of a lie or a tease. There was nothing but love and dark hunger burning in them.

"D-do you m-mean it?" you still asked, as doubt slowly sunk its claws into you. Thranduil was the Elvenking, an ellon who could have had anyone he wanted, and yet he chose you, a mere mortal with a scarred arm. His choice shocked many, and you were constantly worried despite his promise of devotion.

His eyes grew serious as his hand went lower, to the apex of your thighs. "I mean it, starlight, every word of it," his voice was thick and hoarse, a groan escaping his lips when you arched your back again, your mouth parting in a soft moan as his fingers rubbed up against your heat.

There was no talking now, just feeling. Thranduil watched, his blood heating at the sight of you writhing beneath him. He wanted to see, truly see, what pleasure was like on you, and he was not disappointed. Intoxicating, was what it was, and he took his time, drinking in the myriad of expressions that washed over your countenance—the looks of shock, desire, and pure ecstasy. Thranduil enjoyed it all, committing everything to memory.

"No starlight," he denied you when you tried to move your hand over his once more. "Not tonight. Let me take care of you."

Oh, how he took care of you, running the pads of his fingers over the warmth of your slit, your little pearl. And how it thrilled you—how it sent jolt after jolt of intense pleasure washing all over your body. Having to keep your hands to yourself and letting him take control—it all felt so wonderful and so very erotic. And then he slid a finger in, gently curling it around your pulsing walls, pulling shameless moan after shameless moan out of you.

"You are made for me," Thranduil's breath had grown ragged, his eyes feasting on the sight of you moving frantically, how you bucked against his hand. And how his heart pounded against his chest as you continued to writhe beneath him, your walls clenching around his finger. "Just me. And look at how glorious you are right now, starlight. Look at how your body responds... I could spend all day in our chambers like this, just watching you."

"Th-thranduil," you whimpered weakly, your body slowly unraveling beneath him. You were unsure what heated you more, his words or his touch. "D-dont stop. P-please."

The king growled in approval, his own body aflame. "That first night with us," he crooned huskily, his lips skimming over the shell of your ear. "When you came to eat with us, and I saw you, I thought I had strayed into a dream. I could not keep my eyes off of you, starlight."

"M-more," you pleaded, your body tingling at his words, your muscles tightening more and more with each passing second. "P-please my k-king."

Thranduil was almost undone by that alone. And he felt it—your thighs shaking, your walls slowly tightening. He withdrew his finger and positioned himself, his lips just a hair's breadth over yours. "Your body is intoxicating," he breathed, trembling when the tip of his cock rubbed against your slick. "Fuck," he mumbled, his very breath shuddering. Thranduil swallowed and forced himself to focus. He was not going to move along blindly. He wanted you to feel as much pleasure as he did.

And you could no longer bear not touching him. You could no longer bear this waiting. You reached over, twining your arms around his broad shoulders and tracing lines between his shoulder blades. "I'm ready," you whispered. "Please, my king. I need to feel you inside of me again."

Thranduil's gaze cut to yours. There was nothing but lust shining in his eyes and it thrilled you to have him look at you like that.

"Please," you pleaded once more. "I need you inside me."

Thranduil hesitated briefly. Just briefly. He looked at you, eyes filled with reverence, his free hand brushing over your hair. You looked up at him, the two of you staring at each other in wonder. There was a pause. The very air seemed to still. And then, his mouth captured yours in a kiss. His kiss seared, his mouth hot and hungry as his lips plundered yours. Your heart fluttered when he pressed himself against you and his tongue licked past your parted lips to dip into the warmth of your mouth. A noise rose at the back of your throat, a soft, needy moan, something dark and sinful, enticing him to kiss you even more. Your arms tightened over his shoulders, and your legs scrambled for purchase against his hips. You felt it—him piercing your core, his cock sinking inch by slow inch, pushing you deeper into the bed. And oh, how good it felt to have him inside you, filling you to the hilt. Belonging to him, just him. Oh, how you loved that, knowing you were his. And then he moved. His first thrust ripped a gasp out of you; the second, a dreamy sigh.

Thranduil was slow and deliberate. His thrusts were gentle and steady, as if he didn't want to shock you, or cause you pain. All you could do was cling to him, your body tightening again with each passing moment. It was always like this, always so good, and only he could make you feel like this, take you higher and higher, to places you have never been before.

Thranduil's breath quickened and grew ragged. He grunted when your hands moved up and buried themselves in his thickhair. Those grunts grew deep and gutteral and turned to moans every time you tugged, every time you pulled him closer to you. Feeling your naked skin against his hammered at his restraint, and he slowly picked up the pace, going harder and faster, his hips slamming against the inside of your thighs. His moans matched yours, his free hand kept gripping at your hip, so he could go deeper. And how he loved it, how you held him, how your body responded to him.

"You are perfect starlight," he rasped, rough and deliberate, when your hands moved back down to his shoulders and your nails dug into his skin. Thranduil didn't mind it one bit, for it meant you found pleasure in what he was doing. "You are perfect even with your scars, and I would not change a single thing about you."

You would have replied, but your answer was muffled by his kiss. It didn't matter. Hearing that he fully accepted you, scars and all, was enough. Seeing and hearing how strong his desire was for you was enough. You cleaved to him, your legs clinging desperately against his hips as he took you closer and closer to the edge. It was there, in the trembling of your thighs and in the quickening of your breath. Thranduil felt it—the coiling of muscles in his belly, the frantic pace of his breathing. "Together then?"

You looked up at him and nodded.

Moans spilled free and filled the room, drowning the sound of skin slapping against skin.Thranduil didn't let you go, not when your orgasm ripped through you and you cried for him, his name repeatedly rolling past your lips. Oh, how that shattered him—his name on your tongue, your walls clenching around his cock. Thranduil took you over the edge and fell with you, his moans peppering the air when those coiled muscles snapped, making him lose himself in you. You barely heard it, so caught up were you in your blissed-out state. You barely heard it, the satisfying grunt, the gruff, throaty moan. You felt his body trembling violently over yours before he spilled his seed inside you. One last thrust, one final moan, and he let go, propping himself on his hands to stop himself from collapsing over you.

You hear nothing, save for the sound of your choppy breathing and his. Only that and a sweet smelling wind that blew in through the windows. You opened your eyes to that glorious sky, those glittering stars, and the soft light of the moon. You hungered for such sights, to see light after being kept in the darkness for so long, and Thranduil made it possible again, in more ways than one.

"My king," you breathed when Thranduil moved to his side, taking you with him. The strength of his arms and the gentleness of his touch were nearly enough to make you forget. Nearly. The memories will always remain, but you knew you would be safe in his arms and that nothing could get to you now.

"My queen," Thranduil brushed his nose against your hair. He then started to hum an elven lullaby, his soft, soothing voice lulling you into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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fairly-linked · 10 months

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Nightmares ✨ (Time x GN!Reader)

Whew, okay. I feel like everyone needs a break from the dark ass yandere shit (especially after that Twilight one, my god)

So here! Have some fluffly shit instead! ✨✨✨✨

Enjoy!✨

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Darkness.

That was all he could make out, other than laughter in the distance. It was pitch black, to a point that Time could hardly see the outline of his hand in front of his face no matter how close he held it; but somehow, he could tell by the whispering of the wind in the trees that he was in a forest.

The laughter he hears is not a voice he recognizes. At least, he thinks it's not. But he isn't too sure. It almost sounds like...

A very familiar scream sends a freezing chill down his spine. One that sounds just like you...

His heart drops into his stomach and it suddenly becomes hard to breathe. This laughter from the other person, twisted and maniacal...

Was that Zelda's voice...?

As panic and confusion begin to course through him, he rushes to the source, fighting away stray branches and bushes and stumbling over his own feet a couple times.

He reaches a clearing, one with water nearby. He can hear the water of a stream, although he can't see it; but what he can just barely make out is two figures against a tree.

That voice has to be you. It has to be. There's no one else it could be...

...And the height of the other person matches Zelda's. As he catches a glimpse of her crown and the blade in her hand glittering in the starlight, it confirms his suspicions.

"Zelda? What is happening here?" he questions, trying to mask the fear in his voice as he speaks to the woman he once thought was an ally and trusted friend.

He'd better not have to choose between you two, but if it's necessary...

...He determines then and there that his choice would be you, in any scenario.

"They're a problem, Link," Zelda states with disgust bleeding through her voice, pressing the blade against (Y/n)'s neck.

"Zelda, hang on. Tell me what's going on," he demands, trying to hide his anxiety and confusion. He unsheathes his sword, should the princess make any sudden moves.

But he's so confused...

...The princess was normally so levelheaded, so calm. As far as he knew, she'd never even met (Y/n); but before, he'd had no doubts that Zelda would adore them.

(Y/n) was a wonderful person. He and the princess had the same senses when it came to telling a good person from bad...

...Or at least, he thought they did, which is why he couldn't wrap his head around her motives.

"...They're a distraction for you, Link. For you and every one of your little apprentices..." she hums condescendingly, pressing the blade more. (Y/n) lets out a hiss, and even with as dark as it is right now, he knows Zelda's hurting them.

"Zelda, enough! Step back, and let's talk about this."

Zelda pauses. She doesn't move, but he just barely catches the glint in her eyes as she glances at him.

"...There's nothing to talk about, Link."

Zelda draws the sword upward, preparing to strike. Sheer terror courses through his entire being as he lurches forward, screaming as he reaches for (Y/n), who reaches back for him in their final moments.

"No!!!"---

Time jolts violently as if he'd hit the ground. Scrambling to sit up and take in his surroundings, his heartbeat begins to slow as he realizes he's back at camp. All the other boys are asleep, with the exception of Sky, who'd taken watch.

Time places a hand to his chest, bowing his head as he tries to steady his heart rate and return to the present.

Goddammit, another nightmare... It was all just some horrible nightmare....

Sky frowns, walking up to him slowly.

"Are you okay?" the meek hero says softly, concern in his gaze as he stands next to Time.

The old man, still breathless, nods as he looks up at the younger hero.

"I... I am alright. Simply a nightmare..."

...Time says nothing more on the subject.

Sensing that the old man didn't want to talk about it, Sky nods. Time looks down, sighing in relief as he sees you lying next to him and beginning to stir. He places his hand on your head, rubbing your forehead gently with his thumb.

"...Time?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

"Shh, I'm here, dear. Sorry for waking you."

"...Are you okay? I felt you tossing and turning..." you say so sweetly the old man thinks he might melt.

...Had it been so bad that he was rolling over in his sleep? He sighs a little.

"I am alright, my love. I'm here. Everything is okay..."

You pat the spot on the ground next to him, urging him to lie back down with you. He obliges, his body still exhausted from broken sleep; but he's slightly confused when he sees you scoot upward, to where his head lies by your shoulder.

You let out a yawn, opening your arm for him to come closer and rest on you. His eyebrows raise in surprise; but he doesn't deny you your wish.

He moves closer, allowing his head to rest on your chest. Your arm on the side he's lying on comes up to cradle his head, your hand stroking his hair, while the other holds his hand.

He rests one of his arms over your waist, and for the first time in a long while, he allows himself to relax against you, sighing contentedly as your hand in his hair causes him to feel like drifting off again.

This... feels nice. Now he knows why you love it so much when he does it...

It isn't long at all before sleep overtakes him again. In his half-asleep state, he hears you mumble a soft "Sweet dreams".

The last thing he feels before he drifts off to sleep in the warmth of your embrace is your lips on his forehead.

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signed-sapphire · 5 months

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The Fallen Star ✨ Wish Reimagined

Chapter 3 - The roses

Tw: nightmare, fire, small prick I guess? it's a thorn, swearing as always, it's Asha and by that I mean it's me

Chapter 2

Asha is burning.

She's screaming, she's being crushed. The crackling of fire echoes in her ears, drowning out her own cries.

Everything is bright, but there's a single pair of eyes staring at her from behind the flames.

(Imagine something like this shot from The Owl House)

The creature tilts its head, its expression unreadable. It emits a series of musical tones, like a melody woven from starlight and moonbeams. Asha feels a strange pull, as if the creature is trying to communicate with her through some arcane language she can't quite grasp.

The roof caves in and crashes down, obscuring Asha's view of the figure. The collapse pushes the rubble further into Asha, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

Someone pulls the rubble off her. She wants to yell. Watch out! You'll get crushed too!

They say something. Asha can't hear them. She wants to reach out. Stay with me. The words are on the tip of her tongue. Her throat is parched.

Don't go back in! she wants to cry. Someone's in there!

Why are you leaving me—

She wakes with a gasp, something flat and wet catching the inside of her mouth.

Asha hacks. Valentino had accidentally licked her tongue.

She wipes her tongue and takes a moment so her eyes adjust to the darkness. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, she can make out the familiar details of her bedroom. But with it, she can also see the memories of the dream, crisp and fresh in her mind.

The feeling of panic, of helplessness... she won't be able to fall back asleep, not with the echoes of their screams still haunting her.

This was bullshit. She shouldn't be affected this much by a stupid book. It was just a light.

Asha gets up. She does not tremble.

She unties her hair scarf. Valentino raises his head, his cheek fluff smushed flat from the blanket.

Asha smiles softly and pets his velvety ear. Val bleats quietly, and Asha kisses his forehead.

"Stay here, baby," she whispers, grabbing her cloak. “I’m going for a walk. I'll be back in a bit. Go back to bed, okay?”

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The air is cold, but the crispness is a shock to her system that Asha desperately needs. She decides to head to the gardens.

She smiles softly as she remembers the gardens of her childhood. They had roses there, too. Asha used to paint the white ones red.

Red like fire.

Asha hurries on.

She tucks her hands inside her cloak pockets as she walks across the checkered-grass floor. Asha stops at a pocket of daffodils, walking between them and sitting down, careful not to disturb the petals.

Asha watches the flowers dance in the wind, effortless and elegant. She brushes her hand along a row of them.

Right before she reaches the end, she pricks her hand on a thorn. Asha swears under her breath, pushing back the flowers to see a single strewn white rose laying amongst the crowd.

Asha picks it up and stares at it in distain. At a glance one might gloss over it. Even now, a drop of crimson blood painting the petals, the rose blended in quite well with the daffodils.

But up close, it wasn't fooling anyone.

Asha plucks off the petals and tosses away the thorny stem, watching the wind carry the petals... and something else, too. A quiet conversation, approaching Asha's location.

“Baz, I told you, it’s fine, Dahlia just wanted us all there.”

“Argh, but what if we get caught?” came the responding whisper. “Safi, I– I–”

“Hey, breathe,” Safi whispered. “We’re al– a– ACHOO! Why are there so many flowers?”

“Hehe. We’re in a garden…”

“Heh. Made you laugh.”

Asha rolls her eyes and makes her way out of the flowers, making sure her footsteps are heavy enough to catch their attention.

“Eep! Your nose gives away your lies! Hide, Safi!”

“Oof!”

Asha rounds the corner, and Bazeema hides her face as the bush next to her sneezes.

"Ah. Bashful. What are you doing here?” Asha asks, entertaining the other girl’s silly fantasy.

Bazeema peeks open her eyes and lowers her hands. “H-hi, princess. I- I –”

“Speak properly.”

“I–” The girl swallows. “I like to come to the gardens to get inspiration for my designs,” Bazeema squeaks out. “I’m a weaver. My hijab this morning– I made it myself. I’m actually really proud of the design–”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I don’t care,” Asha says. “What are you doing out at this time?”

Bazeema blinks. “I, um… couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Hal.”

“Pfft. Worried?” Asha smirks.

Bazeema looks firmly at the princess. “Yes," she whispers.

Asha frowns. “Right. Uh. Sorry... that your friend is now depressed.”

“Hal has been through a lot, and yet she still smiles. It’s… a trait I admire about her.” Bazeema’s face takes on a wistful look.

Asha is about to respond, but then the bush sneezes again.

“Welp! Time to go, oh I am rather exhausted! Maybe I need that spindle idea of yours!” Bazeema peeps, ushering Asha out of the gardens. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, princess! Sweet dreams!”

The gates slam in her face.

Asha blinks.

She entertains the idea of throwing Bazeema out the castle windows.

(Can't find the gif, but Bazeema is the old man that Emperor Asha would punish for throwing off her groove)

“So, you admire Hal, huh?”

“Oh, shush, Safi!”

The sound of footsteps retreat. Asha pushes open the gates.

“That was shady,” Asha says, pulling her cloak hood over her hair and shadowing the two teens.

She sneakily follows the two teens to the chicken coop. She peeks around the corner to see the seven teens holding candles and quietly catching Bazeema up to speed.

“I fell asleep in while cleaning my dad’s armour, and I heard something." Sleepy's voice.

“It nearly killed me!” Gabo huffs. “Abuela told me to go see what was causing a ruckus. That could've been the last she saw of me!”

“Baaaaa!”

Asha covers her mouth with her hand to silence her yelp as Valentino pops up beside her. “Jeez, baby! You scared me!” Asha whispers, pulling the goat close.

Dario signs something, not paying attention to the conversation.

“We trapped it inside the coop, but it’s scaring all the chickens,” Safi says worriedly.

I think they're performing an opera, Dario signs, grinning.

Gabo stares in disappointment at his friend, then moves on. “That’s why we sent you to get Bazeema. You’re worrying about the birds too much when you’re here,” he grumbles to Safi. “They’ll be fine.”

“The chickens probably think it’s a fun surprise,” Hal offers. “They sound like they’re having fun.”

“And why wake us all up for this?” Dahlia yawns. “Dario, put the soap down. Where did you even get that?”

It flew out of the coop! Dario grins. He signs with one hand, spelling out some words since the other hand is occupied with holding the bar of soap. I think the chickens laid it. It smells like apple. Hey, do you think this is related to the S-

"Dario, for the last time, spoons cannot be ingested," Dahlia says, massaging her temples while Safi takes the soap from a frowning Dario.

Simon looks nervous. “Well… my papa’s one of the bookkeepers for the castle. I think I know what’s in there—”

Suddenly, Valentino wriggles out of Asha's grasp.

"Valentino!" Asha whisper-shouts as the goat and runs towards the teens. Dario notices the blur of fluff heading towards him and stumbles back, dropping his candle and colliding with Simon, who's already snoring against the wall.

The impact shakes the wooden support beam, and a pile of baskets falls down on Dario’s head. Bazeema yelps and swats at the baskets, crashing into Safi behind her.

The two fall down, almost knocking over Dahlia, but Gabo pulls her out of the way and stomps out the fire Dario's candle lit.

"Okay, spy! Reveal yourself before I do something I won't regret!" Gabo snaps. Dahlia shushes him.

Asha rolls her eyes and pulls down her hood, stepping into the light. The teens' eyes widen, and they scramble up, quickly dropping into a bow.

All except Dario, that is. He was still peering into the chicken coop.

Hal pulls her friend into a bow.

(I can't find a picture but it's like that part in the movie where the seven teens bowed down to Queen Amaya)

"Threatening a royal, Grumpy?" Asha tuts. "Keep it up and I'll have your friend's precious chickens filleted."

Gabo snarls, but stays quiet.

"Now, care to tell me why you stole my goat?" Asha asks. "And what are you doing by the chicken coops when you should be sleeping?"

"None of your royal business," Gabo mutters.

Suddenly, a burst of sparkles poofs out from the crack under the coop's door.

Safi kicks over a pile of baskets. "Whoops! I am so- so-- ACHOO!" The baskets kicked up some hay in the air. "I am so clumsy!" he laughs awkwardly, sniffling.

"What are you hiding?" Asha demands.

"Nothing! And no one!" Safi says quickly.

"Well, we should all head to bed! You too, princess, your otousan would be very cross if he saw you out this late!" Dahlia smiles, moving to direct Asha away.

There's another poof, and a discord of musical instruments.

"Magnus?" Asha scoffs. "I can deal with my adopted father. Now out of the way."

Dahlia looks desperately at her friends. Asha storms past her, shoving away Hal when she tries to stop her.

The princess yanks open the wooden door. Inside the coop is a crazy sight.

Dario smirks, self-satisfied.

Chickens, dancing, doing ballet

Angry chickens in bisexual lighting

Chickens, shooting out eggs out of PG-hidden cloacas

Chickens, juggling their eggs

And in the center, conducting them all...

The thing was round, with eyes shaped like a sparkle and an oval respectively, five points sticking out of it like little limbs.

Exactly like the symbol on the spellbook in Magnifico’s study.

“Oh, fucking hell," Asha swears.

Chapter 4

Author's Notes

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I hated writing this. I was just stuck, and then I was like, fuck it, I'm posting it because the next chapter I'm really excited to write. Because if I add more, then the cut-off would be... too harsh? I don't know. My phone is broken so I can't create gifs right now akjdkjajksjskjksaj fuck it. Post.

Btw, Star in The Fallen Star looks like this:

With a sparkle on the (our) left and a "regular" oval for the other eye on out right.

GET READY! THIS CHAPTER SUCKED BUT THE NEXT ONE SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS AND IT IS A LONG ONE!

Me to my own writing

#the fallen star au #asha x star #asha #star x asha #disney wish #wish 2023 #human star #princess asha #starsha #the fallen star fic

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pursuitseternal · 4 months

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“The Best Gift of Them All:” Chapter 5–The Gift of Peace (Bind yourself to me, Haladriel Week, Bind yourself to me)

Saurondriel (Annatar x Galadriel) | E | 2.7 K

Summary: Lord Annatar can wait no longer for Galadriel to ask him for the first of her three gifts. Impatient, he comes to her to give her what she truly seeks— peace, for what else is peace but the result of submission…

CW: BDSM (magical), degradation, humiliation, infidelity, no feelings just fucking, edging/ orgasm control

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The gift of peace/submission

Restless, Galadriel tossed and turned, the sheets of her bed tangled around her legs even as she floated in and out of sleep. Night was quiet, alone, without even the company of Celeborn, his body heat, the subtle heavy breathing of his peaceful slumber. A week since his return, and he had not even suggested coming to her at night. It would have bothered her, if it hadn’t grown to be the constant custom between them. She had not cared, the dark may have grown lonely, but it was also private. It was also hers and hers alone.

Tonight, however, she slept, hot and disturbed. Her sleep, uneasy, her body, wet and hot as memories of Annatar filled her dreams. She could hear his silken voice, smell that smoky scent, she could even feel the way his body pressed against hers, searingly hotter than anyone else.

It was as if her darkness was no longer lonely…

“Not when you have me, Lavanen…”

Eyes flashed open, the sensation of a mouth at her throat, of lips caressing the secret, sweet spot beneath her ear. The sharp edge of enamel ran over her pulsing veins, the drag of his teeth on her skin rousing her body, more than just to waking.

“It would be so easy, Galadriel, to pierce through this thin veil of your skin, to bruise you or bite you, mark you as mine.” Annatar’s voice dripped with the same feral arrogance in her mind. “Can’t you imagine, having to explain to your poor husband how some creature crawled into your bed and ravaged your body?” His hand gripped around her chin, turning her head slowly, making her wide, flaming eyes meet that conceited stare. “Because, I am more than pleased to imagine it,” he said aloud, the fullness of his lips mesmerizing as she watched him speak in the starlight

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, every nerve in her body on fire as she felt nothing but his skin pressing against her own beneath her sheets. “What happened to your willingness to let me choose the gifts I desire from you?”

“You take too long, pet, it’s really your fault I am here. I have been more than generous with you,” he sneered, bearing his teeth, his body shifting over hers. Until she felt that thick, hard length of his cock prodding into the supple flesh of her belly. “Time to name your gift,” he breathed, the bright strands of his hair falling to tickle across her shoulders.

She placed a hand on the crest of his shoulder, pushing him to keep some distance, even as she shifted her hips to have that smooth, hard manhood urge over her mound. Keeping her voice near-inaudible, “I thought you were to ensure my peace, ensuring Celeborn was sent far away…”

“All in good time,” he crooned, “but what fun would it be without a little thrill, a little risk to heighten the mood?”

“I should have known you would crawl back under my nose again,” she hissed with a raise of her brow. “You crave the power you have over me…”

“And you crave those stolen moments when I exert it, lavanen. Lavishing you with all my attention, even if it is not wholly wanted. Certainly preferable to being ignored by that male who would not know what to do with these…” A flash of a smirk was her only warning before he angled his head, latching his lips on the pink peak of her breast, sucking so hard she nearly screamed, his hands pressing and massaging them as they filled the palms of his hands. “Nor would he know his way around this…” Instantly two fingers delved into her folds, that commanding press and stroke of his thumb over her clit, sending a gush of arousal to coat his hand. A soft, staccato chuckle sounded from his throat. “See, lavanen? No one could possibly draw such ecstacy from you as I.”

“No one,” she breathed, a slight raise of her hips to let him stroke harder, deeper to ease her immediate ache. Choking, she felt that wave of heat possessing her body, every muscle of her legs, her belly, beginning to clench as she drew near her climax. And ever his eyes watched from above, his tongue licking his impatient lips with each glance she made to meet that hungry stare.

But even as he drove her to the very edge of her climax, he pulled away. His teeth flashed a wicked smile as her eyes opened wide, furious rage burning back at him. He sighed in pleasure at her wrath, easing himself to his knees and peering down from between her thighs. The hot touch of his hands ran back and forth over them, savoring how they trembled even as her near-orgasm faded. “As pretty as your admission is, it isn’t sufficient to earn anything from me yet,” his voice dripped with his own desire. His cock pulsed, twitching as she tried to clench her thighs for any sort of relief. But his hands only stayed her by the knees, prying them open with little effort until they dropped to the bed. “Not until you tell me your request of me… what is your first gift, pet?”

“Peace,” she panted, trying now to reach her hands to chase her pleasure. “Peace, Annatar, just give me what I seek,” her voice was barely more than a snarl, his hands trapping hers so quickly, her breath caught. Hands he so effortlessly pinned to her own chest, trapped beneath his single palm, fingers stayed in the valley between her breasts.

“Peace, you want?” He smirked, running his free hand through the errant strands of her hair that sullied her pale, perfect neck. “I’m afraid I cannot grant that to you, but…” he closed his fist in the space between them. A sting of magic filled the air, brief and subtle, but enough to run like pin pricks over her skin. “I can give you the gift of… submission. A lesson you so grievously deserve by now,” he rasped, his voice losing that silken edge to drop into barely more than a growl. Fingers unfurled, a thin, golden chain pooled in the palm of his hand.

“What is that?” she breathed, squirming a bit even as his hand pushed her harder into the bed beneath him.

“There is no true peace in this world, other than to learn to submit yourself to the will of another…” His eyes flashed in the starlight. “…to my will.” He let the chain slip from his hold, soft little chinks filling the soft silence of night. “That is how you will truly know peace, Galadriel.”

She stilled as he purred her name. The slightest smile curled his lips as he said it. As if he truly enjoyed, savored her very name alone.

“Now, there’s a pleasing sight,” that grin widened as her muscles relaxed under his touch. His hand released hers, drawing himself away from her body. Head nodding to the bedside, his pale hair flicked with the motion. “Kneel for me, Galadriel,” he commanded, rasping and honeyed all at once.

She hesitated, resistance filling her heart in equal measure to the wave of desire that bloomed as he ordered her from her own bed. One of his hands clasped around her ankle, the gentle stroke of his thumb on the tender flesh of its inside sending tingles down her spine. Then, he flung it around him, twisting her with force to almost fly off her mattress.

“I said… kneel,” he growled, his body stalking closer, so close she could feel its heat radiating into her.

“And if I should refuse?” she snipped in reply, tossing her hair back to scathe him with her glare.

But his brow merely raised in a cool smirk, daring her to do so. “Then you shall receive nothing. If that is what you truly desire….” His eyes flashed as he gave her that roguish grin. “Nothing and you’ll like it…”

“No,” she breathed, her body betraying any hesitant fragment that remained, slipping from her sheets so quickly, the wooden floorboards almost skinned her knees.

One large hand pushed against the top of her shoulder, sinking her ass cheeks to rest on her heels, kneeling beside her own bed. In her own room. Kneeling to him. He grinned down at her, moving her arms behind her back. The soft slinking of metal pierced the nighttime quiet, the light, elegant chains worming its way around her body, only by magic. By power.

“There now,” he breathed, running a hand in her hair, softly at first, until he gripped hard into it, turning her roughly to look up at him. “True peace comes when you submit yourself to a power greater than you, and when you submit yourself so beautifully… so… willingly.” The hold on her head eased, turning into soft caresses that tickled down one cheek to rest beneath her chin. Keeping her gaze fixed on him above her. “Are you at last willing to receive my gift, lavanen?”

She swallowed loudly, unable to force a breath from her lungs even as the chain began to tighten, gradually, unhurriedly. So soft of a metal, such fine links, they almost crept like fabric over her skin. But they stung with the numbing tingle of magic and power. Not unlike the rings he had crafted and served to the dwarf lords. Now, the creation of his power curled around her figure, capturing her and restraining her. And she, Eru forgive her, she felt excited by it. Heart racing like in the battles she once fought, thrill and fear and anticipation, the heady mix that flowed in her veins as he made her face him.

“Now, open wide, sweet little She-elf, and I promise you’ll find more than peace once I’m through with you.”

She shuddered, cold on her skin, but so, so hot everywhere below her navel. But she smirked up at him, pressing her lips firmly together. “Only if you say please…” she hushed between locked teeth and barely-parted lips.

His brow quirked, eyes growing dark as he flashed her a wicked smirk. A deep, loud breath, followed by a low-throated sigh, a groan more like. “Please,” he replied through his own grit teeth.

Instantly, her mouth went slack, opening slowly in his palm, pink tongue licking her full, upper lip with deliberate care.

Salty, velvety, hard. She missed him. Missed his cock. How it filled her whole mouth, how it tickled the back of her mouth. He thrust into her open and supple mouth, his fingers clawing hard into her hair, keeping her from pulling too far from him. She swallowed around him, sputtering, eyes watering… he was relentless. But she would never let him see the edge of pain he caused in her.

He slowed himself, easing his taking of her until she could breathe, until she could swallow and relax around him.

“Mmm, my lady,” he crooned, his hot, silken voice a rumble from his belly before her face, “the more you submit, the more peace you’ll find, you know.”

Suddenly, the chains moved, easing in places, slinking tighter in others, compelling her to rise to her feet. Forcing her to lay belly first across the foot of her bed. The gold seared ever so slightly, a tickle on her skin as they pulled her legs apart, bending her knees to stick the swell of her ass higher into the air.

Holding her breath, she could have anticipated what was next. If only she could, give him as good as he concocted for her. To make him bend before her in supplication. She pulled on her strength, resisting the magic of the chains, fueled by her desire to bring him to heel. They bend, they tug hard into her skin as she pushes up from the bed.

But Annatar crept behind her in seconds, his hand landing on the right curve of her cheek with a shaking slap.

Gasping, Galadriel let out a piercing shriek into the bedding. Almost forgetting her husband slept soundly down the hall. The chains instantly tightened back into the place. But not before his hand gave an equal smack on the other side of her rear.

“Hush, now,” he purred, “let me tend to your every aching need. You need only to relax, to savour the peace I will give you…”

He slipped two fingers into her folds, already so slick for him. “That’s a good little She-elf…” he praised her, voice dripping with honey, sounding almost slick as the noises his fingers made as he delved constantly into her. “Not so hard, is it, to follow your desires, to give in to them, to give in to me…”

She moaned into the bed, fearing if she turned her head at all, she would lose all control, all her noises pulled from her throat echoing to wake her husband. “No, not hard…” she cried into her bedding. “But with how long you’re taking, I wonder, are you still hard?”

Something prodded against her ass, thick and blunt and hard and wet. He swallowed a groan, leaning over her body to put his cry of pleasure right in her ear, his cock burying deep inside her with one, swift thrust. “Hard enough to make you submit, levanen,” he rasped right into the pointed tip of her ear.

She squirmed at the delicious intrusion, bucking under the overwhelming pressure. Her eyes watered with relief, that beautiful stretching of her insides she dreamed about in the darkness finally realized one more time. Peace did wash over her, the more she submitted with each thrust he made, the more peace seemed to worm its way into her soul, binding there to her very being.

Galadriel sighed, from pleasure, from pain, and from the knowledge that in this moment, she did not need to think or question or command.

“That’s it,” he purred above her, the warmth of his touch wandering over where the chains bit into her skin the hardest. His fingers, so skilled at hammer and fire stoked the pleasure from the pink, angry lines her bindings made in her flesh. “Find that peaceful submission and bind it in your very being,” his voice sounded gruff from his own exertion.

Heat raged through her, hotter than the fires of those infernal forges he slaved over. Perhaps it was his own passion, his magic laced in her blood as their bodies joined. “That’s it…” his voice a rasping growl now. “Show me how badly you long for peace, not for Arda, but for you.”

A cry burst from her lips, her frame quaked beneath him as that fire of pleasure turned to molten earth. Glowing and searing, her orgasm tore through her, racing down every nerve and soaking her thighs as she came. He laughed behind her, breathless and dark as his voice rumbled in that wiry elven frame. A voice that did not match the form. “Find your peace, lavanen, find it only with me, in what I can offer you.”

Thrusts hitched as he felt her relax, her body relaxed, unburdened by cares or the trials of her kind. A slight smile turned at her perfect pink lips. And Annatar shuddered in his own pleasure. A few hard snaps of his hips against her rear, and it was finished. He sniffed, running his hand through the unruly stands of his long, yellow hair. “There, your gift, my lady. Find your peace, and know that your submission is cherished in exchange.”

He withdrew, leaving her bent and spent on her own bed. That tingle of his power disappeared, it seemed, yet her chains remained.

“No…” Galadriel hissed, panic replacing that soothing warmth of post-coital bliss he had given her. She fought her chains, yet they would not budge. “Peace, Annatar,” she panted, calling quietly after him. “You leave me thus, and there will be no peace for me or you.”

His laugh tickled her ears, “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Instantly the chains loosened and slunk powerless to the floor. “There is too much work to be done to be troubled.” His presence swirled around her naked form one more time before she felt him truly depart. “Until your penultimate gift, my lady.”

#sauron #haladriel #the rings of power #saurondriel #annatar!sauron #Annatar x galadriel #haladriel fic #haladriel fanfic #saurondriel fanfic #saurondriel fic #rop sauron #rop fanfic #haladriel week 2024

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aimfor-theheart · 1 year

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My darling cielo 🥺✨ thank you so much for taking the time to write spooky drabbles!!!!

So…I would LOVE to see your take on spooky fae Gojo 👀 🥀

Im sending you all my love and early Halloween candy!!!

hello erika my love!!

and OF COURSE! i will give you some spooky fae gojo!!

sending you sweets and treats and love too! thank you for requesting!!

dark fae!gojo x reader

cw: a smidge of predator/prey

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You peer into the forest.

It peers back.

Bare birch trees, their leaves freshly fallen, stand stark white against the bleak sky, the ground laden in burnt gold and copper. Berry bushes with fruit overripe with late autumn hang heavily along the path, tempting, perhaps overly sweet smelling. Cloying.

You know this path well and have walked it many times.

You hug your cloak, worn and navy, tighter as the wind kicks up. Brisk, hungry wind. The type that bites.

The sun is fading, watery light streaming through the trees and you never want to be out here past sundown. As if to warn you, the caw of a magpie above you, it's wings twinged a vicious, bright blue.

It takes to flight, shimmers in the dying light.

You begin your journey back; you should make it just in time.

You know the path, you tell yourself, even as you move deeper and the trees grow thicker. As the forest swarms you, surrounds you. A strange fork in the road—you don't remember it being so soon. You take your usual left.

The path veers sharply. The wind howls.

Strange...you could've sworn—

You peer into the forest.

A pair of eyes peers back.

You yelp in surprise, lurching away from the figure now in a grove of trees.

Your hackles rise and something deep and innate and raw clangs inside your furiously heaving chest. Run, it screams, run.

You are frozen, a fawn uncertain, still as you can be.

He's tall and long-limbed, unnaturally so. His hair is the color of the birch trees, of spun starlight, a shock of white, vines curling atop his head, plush flowers and berries halo him. His eyes as brilliant as the magpie's wings.

“Hello, little sparrow.” And when he smiles, his teeth are sharp, a flash of white.

You lurch like you might run, jerk away from him but something catches you. Keeps you.

“You have something of mine.” He hums, waltzing towards you in an easy, lazy gate. He bends down suddenly, shoulders at a slanted angle, as he puts his face in yours.

Your heart rabbits quick and hard. He’s inhumanly beautiful with white lashes and glass skin. This close, you notice—his ears. Delicately pointed. Sharp. His canines, sharper.

His finger, nimble and long, dip into your neckline and now you really do stumble away from him. But he’s snagged the necklace you wear; just a smooth, river stone on a cord that you’d found when you were small and—he’s grabbed it. Keeps you held around the neck with it, like a little leash.

“I’ve had this since I was a child,” you manage to get out, “it’s mine. It can’t be yours.”

It is one of the only things that has lasted your whole life.

He tsks, tugging gently, “not at all. You stole this from me some time ago.” His eyes flash like a crack of lightning, and oh god his teeth are so, so sharp—“I’ve come to take it back.”

You pull hard until the stone is yanked from his hands. It thuds dully against your chest, reverberating against your heart.

This time, you listen to the animal in you that says run.

Your feet hit the earth. Wildly, you peer into the forest. You feel it peer back.

It blurs before you. Night swallows the sky.

But you hear his laugh, near and yet far, behind you and yet in front of you, surrounding you.

You force your legs to move faster, harder, feel the ache deep in your bones. You don’t dare look back. You grab at the wildly swinging stone to still it. It’s freezing cold.

“That’s okay,” and you feel his voice like a lovers caress;

“I love a chase.”

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i hope you enjoyed a lil dash of him erika!!!!! genuinely would love to write more of fae gojo!!!

send me a monster and a character and i’ll write a drabble!

#i hope you’ve had a lovely day!!!!!#thank you for requesting!!!!#he is wretched!!!#cielo plays!#cielo writes!#cielo chats!

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readthephible · 8 months

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stuck by the glue playlist lyric highlights

anyone else but you - the moldy peaches 🍑

i kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging side to side / i don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you

perfectly out of place - dreams we’ve had ☁️

and you’re so beautiful / i wish i could reach out and touch you

sparks - coldplay ✨

my heart is yours / it’s you that i hold on to / that’s what i do

parts towards whole - s. raekwon ♍️

as we drift like parts towards whole, all the love within me / can you feel the scream aloud, can you hear it growing?

heal the pain - george michael 🩹

won’t you show me your heart now / i’ll be good to you

the moon will sing - the crane wives 🌙

the moon will sing a song for me, i loved you like the sun / bore the shadows that you made, with no light of my own / i shine only with the light you gave me

manta rays - chloe moriondo 🌊

i wanna be your shining pearl, your one in the world / the type you wanna lean on

starlight - muse 💫

lest conspire to ignite / all the souls that would die just to feel alive/ i’ll never let you go, if you promise not to fade away

hurts to love - beach house 💓

it’s the thing that tears you apart, it’s got to come from something / if it hurts to love you, should i walk away?

drive - the cars 🚙

who’s gonna hold you down, when you shake? / who’s gonna come around, when you break?

j’s lullaby (darlin’ i’d wait for you) - delaney bailey

‘cause baby when your arms are around me / i’d swear that i’m holding the sun

dear soulmate - laufey ♐️

when i wake up and i’m sad / dear soulmate, do you think of me? / ‘cause i do

bloom - the paper kites 🌻

when the evening pulls the sun down, and the day is almost through / oh the whole world it is sleeping, but my world is you

heaven, iowa - fall out boy 🌾

the chemistry is a mess it seems, but me i’m still a sunbeam / and i will never ask you for anything, except to dream sweet of me

your side of town - the killers 🏙️

if i could put my arms around you / would you remember how it feels to bask in the glow of my protection?

contrasting colors - speak low 🎨

fall into place, like contrasting colors / swirling like oceans apart from each other, you and i may never be lovers / staining your skin with my fingerprints

#sbtg #stuck by the glue #p #txt #my au #my writing #my fics #writing

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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hi, i just want to say i really enjoy ur posts wether they be discussing things in the games, theories, or writings. i don't know how to describe it, but your blog is just... very comforting to look at and read through! you always provide interesting thoughts and such, if that makes sense? your blog also reminds me of a dark blue with accents of gold & white. i hope you have a good day or night, and take care of yourself.

Aw, thank you for the kind words 🥺

I ramble and write on this blog as a means of escape and destressing myself, so I’m flattered to know that you think of this place as a sanctuary as well. Life offline can be stressful, so maintaining calm when possible is what I strive for~

I want what I say to actually be meaningful or somehow transformative (er, at least when I’m not busy screaming excitedly about new content or my favorite characters)! That’s why some of my posts end up being sort of long; I can get pretty passionate. When I cover more important topics, I try to put forth effort to understanding it from multiple angles and being mindful about it. Reacting instead of reflecting first just kind of kills the good vibes, you know?

xbsjwvk)72?:& Funny that you should mention that this blog gives you a certain image and color in your mind!! 🌌 My TWST OC (and blog mascot/muse) happens to have a hobby of brewing enchanted inks. Maybe one day Miss Raven should make an ink that defines this very writing blog, a color as mysterious and as tranquil as a starry night sky at midnight… Dark blue studded with golden shards of starlight and the white speckles of scattered dreams.

“I shall call this color ‘Raven at the Writing Desk’. It will bring peace of mind and sweet dreams to those that pen with it.”

Once again, thank you for your feedback ^^ I hope you’ll continue to stick around for whatever silly things I put out next ✨

#feedback for the writing raven #notes from the writing raven #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley

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guess-my-next-obsession · 7 months

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i'm a little (A LOT) late to this, but i still wanna wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!! i wish you get all the experiences you crave this year and all the creative energy to do the things you love the most! i hope it's the most magical one yet! 💜 also, i've seen your reblog so now the interrogation starts. i hope you're prepared. the overhead lamp is on, as well, just so you know. we're all professionals here. no messing around. my questions for you, dear kat, are: 1) what is your most favourite thing that you've ever written? 2) if you could live in one of the worlds you have created in your beautiful writing, what world would you choose? 3) what inspires you to write? 4) do you have a comfort song? or a movie? what about a painting? 5) how does it feel to be ridiculously talented and incredibly kind and such a cutie?

first off—I LOVE YOU. 🫶🏼

now onto the interrogation! and i’m glad we’re being professionals about this, detective. everyone knows how strictly business i am …

1) my favorite thing i’ve ever written is probably Ivy & Stone or my current WIP Starlight !! both, at least in my opinion, are the only series that i’ve walked away feeling 100% proud of. i think they show the most of me in them, and it’s the best writing i’ve ever done (and i lose sleep over whether or not it’s good enough to try and publish)

2) i love this question !!!! okay so ideally i’d live in a happy little warm domestic bubble with Elementary!Joel, but in reality i’m too dark and twisty for all that so maybe Starlight as long as i have some sick ass magic?? maybe Plastic Hearts as long dieter and i don’t destroy each other entirely?? maybe Ivy & Stone as long as i don’t get typhoid fever staying cramped up in frankie’s cottage??

3) all the little characters and scenes and my endless stream of thought and my need for escapism!! if i didn’t write, i think i’d actually plunge into insanity 🥰 but inspo wise, music does a lot for me! i’ve always deeply associated music and my writing, and there’s always a couple easter eggs thrown in courtesy of whatever playlist i’ve made for the story.

4) i have all three! my comfort movie’s vary but the rotation is usually the Twilight saga, anything with Paul Newman in it, and Stepbrothers for the nostalgia. my comfort songs are seven by Taylor Swift bc ✨ trauma and girlhood ✨, You’ve Got to Learn by Nina Simone because HEARTBREAK, and He Stopped Loving Her Today by George Jones because (sad warning) it always reminds me of my mom and i like to play it when the grief hits me because it makes it feel like i’m five again sitting on her lap. and my comfort painting is always always always Monet’s Water Lillies and i’ve never known why, seeing it just feels like a warm hug.

5) the imposter syndrome/self-deprecation is SCREAMING right now but thank you, i adore you, i am glad to exist here in this space with you, and believe deeply in my core that everything you believe i am you are that multiplied by infinity.

thank you for this message, thank you for existing, I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE UUUUU 🤍🤍🤍

#gmno asks #i live and die for these interactions #anon you have my heart and soul

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asteralis-01 · 4 months

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Call me a xenosatanist/lsdqueer for this take (just reeal quick: jk /j don’t actually call me xenosatanist/lsdqueer plz and ty) but they belong in the rq community?? But at that, a fucking homophobe would belong in this community. Everyone belongs in this community- it’s radical acceptance, and imo that means radically accepting everyone, as they are, no matter what. We *would* accept the terrorist and the abusers and the horrible people. Does that mean that each and every very single rq has to agree with and promote the actions/ideologies of those people? No! In fact, I think this is supposed to be a space for all of us to accept who we’re are as deviants of society, to collective come together and heal from the bad and *redefine* what good means. I was going to say normal, but I would say our existence eradicates that word’s definition. It would be a space where xenosatanist can come, listen, tell us their side of the story, and for everyone to compare evidence and experience and history and facts and opinions and come together to collectively agree on what is what. Honestly the only thing I think makes you NOT a radqueer is attacking someone for who they are or what they are doing (unless this is a situation of someone who is cisharm/transharm and is trying to cope without ACTUALLY harming people but not knowing how and doing it anyways or smth like that)

But that’s a pipe dream probably lmao-

#*✨ starlight screaming #rq 🌈🍓#transid #pro rq 🌈🍓#radqueer #rqc🌈🍓#transplural

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looselipssinkships-x · 8 months

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9.65km//6mi -> 51min:27sec ((8:35mile pace//7.0mph))

✨🐻❤️‍🩹 folie à deux ❤️‍🩹🐻✨ - fall out boy

lyrics that demand screaming along:

- whoo! (between the first chorus and third verse of i don't care. hands go in the air too. i don't make the rules)

- HELL OR GLORY!

- this is a! demonstration! even the young ones become irrelevant, they always bring up how you cha-ee-anged!

- does he know? Does He Know?! DOES HE KNOOOWWW???

- you're just like mars!!

- SOME ARE JUST BLACK HOLES!

- ha-a-a-a-ouse

- OH THREE TWO ONE

- we won, oh we wo-o-on!

- i said i'm wishing! and i said! I SAID!

- and your eyes are blocking my starlight, I'M THE LAST OF MY KIND!

- i'm a nervous wreck! i'm a nervous wreck!

- i'm a ner↑-vous↓ wre↓-eck↑

((thx for coming to my ted talk <3))

#fall out boy #fob #running #folie à deux #folie #folie a deux

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astariondiaries · 9 months

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🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Astarion 1

By lilac--sugar

But then... whatever in the world could you be? ☁🥀✨ - Astarion wakes from a nightmare with something he can only explain as hunger. He thinks he knows what he needs and goes to the one person that can give him just that.

By vixstarria

Are you mine? ☁ - Mostly fluff and comfort with a bit of hurt (Astarion’s past recollections), basically just pillow talk, cuddling.

Missionary with the lights off 🍂

By kuroosimpurou

In which Astarion's confession doesn't go as planned 🍂

In which Astarion is jealous 🥀☁️

By brabblesblog

A reason to beat again ☁ - What if vampire hearts beat again when they fall in love?

I hope you die screaming. 🥀✨ - After you refuse to help Astarion ascend, he leaves you with a venomous goodbye. Unfortunately the vampire has to come back to get his things.

Sounds like a plan. ☁🥀 - What if Tav didn’t feel quite alright with Astarion’s manipulation, and tried to just go along with it for his sake?

They will never be you. ☁️ - What if Astarion’s not the only insecure one in the relationship?

By stars-and-clouds

Romance headcanons 🍂

By lynnlovesthestars

Why? 🥀☁✨ - night is that moment when you can take care of yourself, but what if you find someone that needs more care than you?

The sun, the moon, and the stars 🍂 - with the solution in your hands, you give back Astarion all he has lost.

By astariontopofme

Where the heart is ☁✨ - Reader invites Astarion to watch the sunset with them and just have a sweet time together without obligation of anything more.

Meet again 🥀☁ - Astarion is on his nightly prowl for an innocent civilian to return to his master. He meets an unexpectedly warm soul, distracting him completely and sending him down a spiral of self deprecating thoughts. Basically if he met Tav in his slave days, it’s quite angsty.

By senualothbrok

Enough 🥀 - You agreed to help Astarion with the Rite of Profane Ascension, but you can't watch him go through with it. You interrupt the ritual, and Astarion turns on you. Now, you must deal with the aftermath of your actions.

By magicalgoblinz

One thing 🥀✨ - You did it. Cazador's dead and now... Astarion is finding himself working through some big emotions.

By elfyelation

A new nightmare 🥀☁ - nightmares were nothing new to astarion, he’d been living one long before the tadpoles settled themselves inside your heads. now, however, it seemed there was something he feared even more than the possibility of returning to his former master…

By tragedybunny

Treading With Grace 🥀☁ - astarion has a hard time when he feels like tav is mad at him.

Something Like Love 🥀☁️ - Astarion has failed to seduce you, but even so, a bond has begun to grow between the two of you. It all comes to a head when Astarion almost loses you.

What Haunts His Nights ☁🥀✨ - Astarion is plagued by nightmares on the road to Baldur's Gate.

Soft as Starlight ☁ - Reader and Astarion share a moment of intimacy that explores what love without sex is like.

Astarion and romance ☁

By theonewiththefanfics

Seal It With a Kiss ☁️ - After a looting session goes wrong, Astarion and Reader have to face the music and confront their feelings. Whatever they might be.

Homecoming 🍂 - When Y/N goes missing during a simple supply run, she comes back with world-shattering news for Astarion.

By reobsessed

Forgotten Embrace ☁✨ - Your nights shared with Astarion under the stars had been numerous, but something had changed since he confessed to you in the Shadowlands. The two of you lay restless until finally Astarion approaches you for some comfort in the night.

Unfamiliar Waters ☁️ - You were in dire need of a bath after a harrowing fight outside the inn you were staying at. Unfortunately you find the tub already occupied by Astarion. In an attempt to bond with and get him out of there, you offer to wash his hair.

By seventh-district

Midnight Hour 🥀☁️✨ - You awake in the middle of the night to find your lover in tears.

By thedgeoftheuniverse

Rotten 🥀☁️ - For a moment, his voice tries to betray the weight of this confession, but he knows there is no softening the blow of this—of both a confession of love, and an admission of guilt, and he is unsure if one is enough to outweigh the other. He knows this is the end; he knows you will finally see him for the wretched thing he is, and he will once again find himself alone and lonely.

By baldursgate3tempobsessed

Kidnapped Astarion 🍂

Clinging to him ☁️

Jealousy 🍂 one | two

By a-jynx

By the Stars & the Moon, I'll find you. 🍂 - there are brief mention of smut, blood drinking, biting, killing of people, and the italicized/bold are either thoughts/memories!

Care to stay? ☁️🥀 - a lot of blood talk, injuries, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst to keep it spicy, and maybe some ooc astarion!

By bloodandoranges

I would have killed you 🥀

By feyascorner

wish you would look at me ☁🥀 - convinced that you’re in love with another, when you approach him with a serious expression, he readies himself for the inevitable—rejection. but is it ever that simple?

until I come back alive 🥀☁️✨ - in which you come back injured from a particularly unlucky battle, and Astarion realizes his feigned affections for you are not feigned at all.

before my nails dig ☁🥀✨ - in which one of Astarion's especially vivid nightmares results in him waking up to Tav at the mercy of his own hands...and the shame that comes with it.

The Fangs Between Us 🍂 one | two | three | four | five | six | seven - “I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.” While seeing him leaving tore you apart from the inside and out, he chose not to see you. He decided what the end of your relationship would be without ever stopping to ask you. You should hate him, truly.

Blurry eyes 🍂 - Orin takes Astarion as a hostage and you nearly lose your mind trying to get him back. Even when you do, things aren't the way they used to be.

Lingering touches 🥀☁ - you offer to bathe astarion and he experiences non-sexual intimacy for the first time.

When you wrap your arms around him. ☁️✨

The tip of his ear 🍂

Not all his own ☁

Jealous ☁

Scars ☁

Disassociate ☁

Spawn Astarion 🍂

By theawfuledges

let the pulses run ☁🥀✨ - non-sexual intimacy and astarion having no bloody idea how to handle it.

oh, the hungering teeth ☁✨ - about astarion confessing he hadn’t been able to see his reflection since turning.

if my heart had a mouth 🍂 - him flustered by genuine affection

and a softness came 🍂 - Astarion x fem!reader where she gets quite badly injured, maybe with an enchanted weapon of sorts. Astarion’s been battling with his feelings for her for a while, but this happens and he’s secretly a wreck.

inside me, something seethes 🍂 - jealous Astarion

claws at my ribcage 🥀☁✨ - the group are heading to Baulders Gate to confront Cazador and Astarion keeps having nightmares about losing Tav/reader to Cazador and just needs comfort that they are still safe.

all the blood that i would spill ☁ - the reader is fiercly protective of him.

a fervor, a sweet ☁✨🥀 - touch starved astarion

By dervampireprince

taking care of astarion after cazador's death 🥀✨

By a-case-of-attachment

Astarion didn't get jealous | part 2 ☁️

By lovelybluebirdie

Something to care for ☁🥀✨ - Astarion seeks comfort when he is terrified of losing you to his former master.

A little novelty ☁✨ - You’re… simply touching him. Because you want to. Because you love him.

Offering rides 🍂 - You're not feeling well while hiking through the Mountain Pass, so Astarion provides unexpected help.

A sight to behold 🍂 - Astarion is far more than his beauty, and you want him to know.

What is yours ☁️🥀✨ - A stroll through the market evokes an unpleasant sensation in Astarion.

The astonishing failure of a simple plan 🍂 - Astarion tries to wrap his head around you, when a sudden tumult in camp occurs.

Everyone's favourite 🍂

Others

#mine

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welcometomybraincomics · 1 year

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An all human, modern version of Starlight Guilt would be so fucking creepy. Like, unbelievable levels of fucked up.

Iiiiiick, taking the humanity out of certain characters reeeeeeeeeally lowers the creep factor

Like just-

Spoilers + fucked up shit under cut

All human cast means the Oblivion are like.... a fucking gang or smth

And- 🤢 The scouts are the Oblivion equivalent of children...... 😨

Which would make- 🤢 Fuck, taking Starlight Guilt beat for beat and translating it directly to humans is fucking horrifying- Fucking Stardust's mother fucking KIDNAPS Oblivion CHILDREN for her own CHILDREN to fight (TO THE DEATH SOMETIMES) and fucking, keeps the Oblivion children in her fucking basement until they die, what the fuck!

and like- fucking- 🤢 The Oblivion aren't treating their children much better!? Fucking- kids are sent out, ON THEIR OWN, to gather information and come back to relay it to the Hive (Jesuz fuck, the Oblivion are a fucking cult, not just a gang 😨) and they produce enough kids that just- just loosing them ISN'T A FUCKING PROBLEM????

Gosh and I haven't even gotten to like, one of the fucking creepiest parts!

Ficking! In SG (Starlight Guilt) original fucking SD lets one of the more powerful Oblivion in bc it's smart enough to trick him into thinking it's his friend! Which means in all human world 🤢 Fucking- ADULT HUMAN MAN being a FUCKING STALKER CREEP and fucking- TALKS TO THIS ITTY-BITTY INNOCENT CHILD THROUGH THE FUCKING DOOR or on the phone FOR FUCKING DAYS when he's sure NO ONE ELSE IS AROUND

OH MY GOD, THIS IS SO UNBELIVABLY CREEPY!

AND HE FUCKING 🤮HE MAKES THIS POOR, ISOLATED KID BELIEVE HE HAS FUCKING FRIENDS, AND HE - oh my god, this is so fucking creepy- THE OBLIVION CONVINCE THIS POOR KID TO LET THEM IN THE FUCKING HOUSE (oh god, SD's mother isolates her children inside the house 🤢Oh my fucking god, she leaves these poor kids (who she's only taught how to fight) alone, unsupervised, for HOURS 😨 OH MY GOD, and some of them are sick, like, unbelievably sick, like-🤢OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHERE IS SHE GETTING THESE CHIDLREN!?!?!?!?!? In canon she makes them out of starlight, but she doesn't fucking have a partner to sex up, how did she fucking get these kids in the Human AU, what the actual fuck?? Is she- is she??? Is she fucking- 🤢Oh my god, in canon she make these children with the express purpose of being weapons 🤢Is she fucking is she going around and making kids with the most powerful people she can find???? and fucking 🤢🤢🤢 doing experiments on them to make them stronger as babies, fucking them up in the process???? Is she fucking kidnapping them???? She makes literally dozens of children in cannon 😨) AND FUCKING 😨😨😨 HE FUCKING INVITES HIS FRIENDS IN AND THEY SLAUGHTER SD'S ENTIRE FAMILY IN FRONT OF HIM!?!?!?!? AND FUCKING- THEY LEAVE HIM ALIVE AS SOME SORT OF FUCKED UP THANKS??????

AND HE JUST 😨😨😨HE JUST SITS THERE IN HORROR WATCHING HIS FAMILY'S FUCKING BODIES COOL???? UNTIL THE POLICE FIND HIM BC THE NEIBHGORS REPORTED SCREAMING AND THE FRONT DOOR'S OPEN????

(He doesn't have a magical world to escape into here, on my god, this is so fucked up; SD goes from so excited to share/ introduce his friends and then- 🤢 it goes downhill so fast 😨)

And- and- fuck! The only way to have normal people in similar positions to the gods in canon SG is if- oh my god, this is so fucked- The only way is if fucking, their mom is 🤢 On top of teaching them how to fight, she's teaching them how to fucking manipulate people into doing their will??? Their mother is like "It's time for DIY Cult, kiddos!" ✨(0ڡ <) 🤢 She has the kids fucking pick people who are at rock bottom, the lowest part of their life, and lift them up, help them grow until they worship the kids like gods. And like, the eldest is 18 at least 😨 early 20s at most. And that would be their only thing they do outside of the house 😨

And the- 🤢 and the fucking fanatic followers (who would be gods in canon) fucking 🤢 when they hear about what happened, they- THEY BLAME THE FUCKING KID!? He's like- He's like 6!😨 They're like "If you hadn't opened the door, they would still be here" and fucking- the only ones who don't blame him are the ones who follow the sickliest of the siblings, who have been preparing for their "god"s death and who their "god" has been preparing to take care of their littlest brother who's not old enough to start gathering followers (Stardust), but they're not exactly berrating the other followers either????

And??? And???? This goes on for Years?????

SD tries to make it up to his siblings' followers, but they still hate him - They're all older than him- and he decides they're right to hate him and he tries to fucking commit suicide???? But it doesn't work, so he's found and gets put in a foster home or smth and things start to get better, but then the Oblivion rear their ugly heads and clock the fanatical followers as connected to SD's family so they come in trying to hunt them down, so the followers come running back to SD who, despite their hatred of him, they still see as some sort of god??? and it hasn't actually been that long since SD tried to change his ways, so it's easy to fall back into old patterns and he just- he tries so hard to fix things, but there's nothing to fix, he's just a kid and he can't protect them, but he does know the Oblivion are after his family, so instead of letting the followers get fucking iced, he willingly offers himself up to the Oblivion and fucking- he lets them EXECUTE HIM????? And the fully grown adults who sought a child for help FUCKING CELEBRATE???? AND ALL THIS SHIT HAPPENS RIGHT AS STARDUST HITS FUCKING PUBERTY??????

Like- this is some fucking gang-cult mix and they're having a gang-cult war

Unbelivably fucked. There is so much wrong with this. So much.

Oh my god, I thought the "Oblivion Take SD in Instead of Trying to Save Him for Last (to eat) AU" (Aka. the Infiltrator AU) was fucked up. This is so much worse! (fuck fuck fuck, but a human verion of that AU would be even more fucked than this 🤢)

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