#My Ruby💜

[jayjjayjmaybankshotdogjoint]

Look at this pretty baby she’s gorgeous as ever, and she’s being a little shit by stealing my joint, love you @rubyroutledge29

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Cortex's stupid hologram head popping up in Crash 2 when Crash comes out of the first level without any crystals

[boimlerkisser]

Boimler and his violin......

[susartwork]

MxH fanclub fused with my UTMV OCs cause why not

( o｀ω′)o♡ enjoy!

Himeros (by @nova2cosmos) + Reformed = Mania Micro (by @au-mashup-party) + Chéri = Mint Ruby (by @rubytale-chapter2) + Basic = Rubic Alli (by @technicolor-chocolate) + Kyria = Kyle Mylim (by @nova2cosmos too) + Quasar = Magnetar Break (by @artistoons-blog-thing) + Ves = Avoid Yosa (by @foxalone) + Alphysis = Uranium Tenshi (by @foxalone too) + Clone/H-420 = Clone/J-199

[jils-things]

Wait a While Longer

this fic is written by my friend, sarah! (@throughpatchesofviolet) it was for a trade we exchanged months back. i asked for a lovely stevaide fic and she delivered! she has given me her permission to repost this story and i'm more than happy to share it. also using this opportunity to read it easily hehehe 💚💜 thank you again!

"Here we are …” Jaide mused, smiling as she crouched beside the oven, patting a small, reptilian Pokémon on the head as she pointed at the pie visible through the window. “See? It’s almost ready, Aron—just a few more minutes.”

The steel-type titled his head, studying the pastry before turning to his companion, blinking up at her with his large, blue eyes.

“In the meantime, how about we clean up?” Jaide suggested, standing up and lightly sidestepping Aron so she could reach the sink, where a mound of dirty dishes awaited her. “Can’t leave the house in disarray, after all.”

Aron huffed, but he trotted after her, sitting obediently at her feet as she turned on the faucet, humming softly to herself as she rinsed the first of many bowls.

As she squirted dish soap onto a cloth, beginning to scrub a large mixing bowl, her thoughts turned towards her husband, Steven. Early that morning, the jangling tone of a phone had roused them both—an urgent call from Steven’s father, who requested Steven make an appearance at an upcoming meeting.

Naturally, Steven had agreed, and had promptly dressed, pressed a soft kiss to his wife’s forehead, and departed, all in the span of a few minutes.

I hope he’s doing alright, Jaide thought, frowning at a stain on the dish she was washing. He left so early … and after working so hard, the night before, too. He must be exhausted …

The buzzing of a timer snapped Jaide from her thoughts, and she dropped the rag and bowl into the sink, spinning around to find Aron had moved to stand in front of the oven. The Pokémon sniffed the air as she approached, drawing another smile from his companion.

“It smells pretty good, doesn’t it?” she asked, grabbing a pair of oven mitts before squatting down beside Aron and opening the oven door, a blast of hot, cinnamon-scented air rushing over them.

Leaning forward, Jaide carefully removed the pie, as Aron grunted in irritation, his eyes narrowing as he crouched behind her, trying to avoid the heat.

Jaide laughed as she rose to her feet, setting the pie on a cooling rack. “I tried to warn you, when we started—the oven gets hot!”

Aron snorted, glaring at her before turning away, visibly irritated.

“Aw, Aron … I’m sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you …” Jaide glanced at the pie, the golden crust shimmering beneath a cloud of steam, then back at Aron. “How about I give you the biggest piece to make up for it? Would you like that?”

The steel-type refused to look at her for a moment longer, then slowly sighed, and Jaide smiled as his large eyes drifted back towards her face.

“Alright—Aron gets the largest piece of pie, tonight. Promise.”

The Pokémon beamed up at her, then snapped to alertness, his gaze darting towards the living room: the soft jangling of keys had grabbed his attention—and Jaide’s, as well.

Aron bolted as the front door creaked open, eager to welcome Steven home, and Jaide sighed, smoothing her dress before stepping into the other room, where her husband was trying not to trip over the tiny Pokémon weaving between his legs.

“… I don’t have anything for you, this time, Aron, I’m sorry!” Steven held out his empty hands to the steel-type, who squinted up at him. “I was in a meeting all day, so I didn’t have time to grab any ore … next time, I promise!”

Aron huffed, then spun around and marched back into the kitchen.

“I don’t think he liked your excuse,” Jaide teased, smiling as she approached Steven, already reaching to help him take off his coat. “How was your meeting, dear? You’re not too tired, are you?”

“No, no … I’m perfectly fine. Not tired—” Steven broke off mid-sentence, yawning, but he quickly stifled it, gently waving Jaide aside. “Not tired at all …”

His wife raised an eyebrow, but she decided to play along. “Alright … how about we sit down? We both could use some rest, after today.”

“Oh?” he frowned as she took his arm, quietly guiding him towards the soda. “What did you get up to …?”

“Well,” Jaide began, patting her husband’s arm as they sank onto the couch cushions. “After you left, I managed to fall back asleep for a few more hours … then I was up to make breakfast for me and Ruby … we had pancakes—the ones where we use fruit to make them look like Pokémon. Ruby managed to make his look just like Fofo …”

“Mm … which form?” Steven mumbled, leaning his head against Jaide’s shoulder.

“It was her Sunny Form,” Jaide replied, smiling as she recalled how carefully Ruby had arranged slices of banana around his pancake that morning. “He took a photo, of course—it was quite cute.

“After that, Ruby told me he was going to hang out with some friends at a Secret Base—though, he wouldn’t tell me where it was … I suppose that’s to keep it a “secret” base, isn’t it?

“Then I was on my own, so I did some housework, ran to the store for groceries, and then Aron and I baked a pie … oh, you should have seen his face when I opened the oven—his eyes scrunched up and he huddled behind me … it was adorable! Although, he was upset about it, so now I owe him a huge slice of pie as an apology.

"And now you’re home, so I can start making …” Jaide trailed off as soft snoring tickled her ears, and she glanced over to see Steven dozing against her shoulder.

Smiling, Jaide gently lowered Steven’s head so it was resting in her lap, chuckling quietly as she brushed his hair from his face, admiring his features.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Steven’s forehead.

I suppose dinner can wait a bit longer, Jaide thought, closing her eyes. Steven needs to rest, and Ruby’s not home, yet, either … besides, I can’t possibly move, now—it’d wake him!

She snuggled into the couch cushions, humming a quiet lullaby as she stroked Steven’s hair.

Yes … dinner can wait just a little longer …

—

“What a day …” Ruby muttered, sighing as he stepped into the living room.

“Ar?”

The boy blinked, looking down to find his mother’s Aron gazing up at him. The Pokémon studied him for a moment, then turned his head, nodding towards the sofa.

Following Aron’s gaze, Ruby found his parents lounging on the couch—his father’s head rested in his mother’s lap. Thought she was sitting upright, he could tell Jaide was fast asleep, her fingers still tangled in Steven’s hair.

He glanced at Aron as he slid his backpack off, kneeling on the floor beside the Pokémon as he rummaged through its contents. “Shall we?” he asked, pulling out a camera.

“Aron!” the Pokémon chirped, beaming at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

Powering the camera on, Ruby focused it on his parents, still snoozing on the sofa, and snapped a quick photo before settling down beside Aron, showing him the picture.

“What do you think? The lighting look okay?”

The steel-type stared at the photograph, then nodded

.

“Great! Then let’s leave them alone—we’ll have plenty of time to tease them with this, later.”

Ruby stood up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he marched into the kitchen, Aron trotting behind him. He paused when he saw the pie resting on the counter, and the Pokémon grunted, gently headbutting his leg.

“Aroooooon!” he hissed, glaring up at Ruby.

“Ar!”

“Right, right—sorry. Let’s go.”

Aron snorted as he watched the boy run into the other room. Nobody was going to touch that pie—not until Jaide served him his portion, anyway. She’d promised him a huge piece, after all!

The Pokémon cast one more glance up at the counter, then nodded to himself, scampering after Ruby. After all … dinner could wait a while longer.

[nova2cosmos]

man i Redraw the Photo of these BABIES!!! I really liked to work on they silly interaction and bullshit!XDD

thay are amazing like they creatorsI'm so happy to have met you guys!QAQ

Ruby Belongs to @rubytale-chapter2 Basic Belongs to @susartwork Yosa Belongs to @foxalone Break Belongs to @artistoons-blog-thing Alli Belongs to @jsab-strawberry(deactivated) Micro Belongs to @au-mashup-party Mylim Belongs to Me

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[sketchjay]

I love Merlin Bird! The app is super easy to use, and it's probably a major reason why I'm hoping to get a job in ornithology some day. Seriously. I don't think I would have gotten this far in my birding journey without Merlin Bird.

everything is very bad in this modern age but i truly think Merlin Bird ID App is a wonder so astonishing that it almost makes everything else worth it. like you can just sit somewhere and listen to birds and 4 minutes later you will know stuff you didn't know before. not only that but you might even retain that knowledge. this morning i sat with my coffee and let Merlin record my surroundings for 4 minutes and now i know 1) what a northern parula sounds like 2) that i have been listening to northern parulas for years without being aware that they even existed. this cheerful little gold-and-gray guy has been trilling at me my whole life and i've never known his name and now i do! you can sit there and hear something and think "that sounds familiar, i'd like to know what that is" and then look down and see the little bird ID light up LIVE. ohhh of course, a red-eyed vireo, how could i have forgotten. AI good actually.

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere dragon x knight reader

Warning!!!: mild smut capturing

Just a twist on the yandere knight x dragon reader my single pringles~💜

Yandere dragon~ Who's the most feared dragon in all the land and has destroyed many Kingdoms with his wrath.

Yandere dragon~ Who, like any other dragon, collected precious and beautiful things and kingdoms would normally offer treasures in return for mercy and that's exactly what your kingdom did.

Yandere dragon~ Who soon got bored and displeased with the treasures offered and decided to take the princess instead and you had to rescue her since you're the most honored knight in the kingdom.

Yandere dragon~ Who was amused to see you demanding he release the princess. It was cute to see a tiny little knight facing the most feared dragon and he decided to toy with you for a bit before devouring you.

Yandere dragon~ Who was quite impressed with your skills but easily wore you out and was about to burn you to a crisp when suddenly your helmet fell off.

Yandere dragon~ Who is temporarily stunned by you. You were astonishing the most beautiful treasure he's ever come across.

Yandere dragon~ Who watches you ride away on your stead while he's distracted to safety his deep amber eyes lingering on your form.

Yandere dragon~ Who flies to your kingdom and makes s deal with the king, the princess in return you.

Yandere dragon~ Who grins at how the king immediate agreed and the villagers quickly give you to him and have you tied up so pretty like a gift on Christmas morning.

Yandere dragon~ Who shows you his human form in order to scare you a little less and in hopes it'll be easier for you to take him as your mate since he knows how captivating he is in that form.

Yandere dragon~ Who treats you like glass humans do tend to be quite fragile after all and he could never harm his little treasure.

Yandere dragon~ Who breeds you as soon as you warm up to him and makes sure to be extra gentle with you if he's just a little too rough he'll be sure to break you.

Yandere dragon~ Who covers you in jewels and rubies as a way to show you're his you didn't seem to like the love bites, but he still gives you some on occasion.

No one will ever harm you or our family my treasure…I'll make sure of it~

[jayjjayjmaybankshotdogjoint]

Look at my Sugar Mama coming over to spoil me, man I’m a lucky bastard to have this beautiful girl in my life, I just love you sm @rubyroutledge29

[cherry-bomb-ships]

WALKED INTO MY BEDROOM TO THIS BEAUTIFUL SIGHT. HEAVEN ON EARTH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[tickle-me-dalek]

Weekly Sunday Doctor hug 💜💜

"I'd love it if you came with me."

The Fifteenth Doctor & Ruby Sunday

[boimlerkisser]

Sigh....I want my white boy

[susartwork]

Redraw of my old Inversoswap comic page for funsies! ( o｀ω′)ノ

Inversoswap concept by @artistoons-blog-thing and me OG Inversotale belongs to @nova2cosmos Yosa belongs to @foxalone Ruby belongs to @rubytale-chapter2 Basic belongs to me

The other MxH Fanclub members: @au-mashup-party | @technicolor-chocolate | @crazygemspinz | @parniathedevil (new member!)

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

In The Gloomy Depths

Series summary: Five years ago, jewel mining tycoon Daemon Targaryen made a promise in order to win your hand in marriage. Now he has broken it and forced you into a voyage across the Atlantic, betraying you in increasingly horrifying ways and using your son as leverage to ensure your cooperation. You have no friends and no allies, except a destitute viola player you can't seem to get away from...

💜 Chapter 1: Amethyst

🧡 Chapter 2: Tiger's Eye

🖤 Chapter 3: Black Opal

💚 Chapter 4: Emerald

❤️ Chapter 5: Ruby

🗡️ Chapter 6: Bloodstone

💙 Chapter 7: Sapphire

💎 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💎

[arcielee]

Fare Well

Photo credit.

Summary: You visit Aegon after another council meeting ends. Paring: Aegon Targaryen x female!reader Word Count: 1600+ Warnings: Reader AFAB, knifeplay, object penetration, kissing, p in v, creampie, using intercourse as an escape from reality. Author’s Note: Listen, the new trailer came out and our muses are buzzing again. This smutty piece was inspired by this story by @valeskafics as well as this beautiful edit by the beautiful @bucknastysbabe. The title is from Hozier, as you all should come to expect now, and this can also be read on ao3. This is dedicated to @f4ll-for-you, my wonderful Tumblr kindred spirit who made me into the Aegon girly I am today. 💜 A huge thank you to @targaryen-dynasty for beta reading and making sure this all made sense. 💜 Enjoy!

“What troubles you, your grace?”

You had remained in the shadows and listened to the voices grow louder, though still muted through the walls, with their worries of what was to come next. They exited one by one, the morose men chosen to serve the king’s council, with the lord commander of the kingsguard escorting the queen dowager donned in green, her eyes downcast and her expression etched with her perpetual worry since her lord husband had passed. The lord hand was the last to leave, his face lined and wearied, his slow gate returning him to the tower where he would–as Aegon confided to you–continue to pen letters to garner support across the realm. 

It was only then that you dared to enter the room. You saw Aegon was seated at the head of the table, his violet gaze placed on the Valyrian dagger in his hands, the iron and rubies that once belonged to the Conqueror gleaming above him. 

The sun was streaking through the windows behind, giving him a kingly glow. His hair was a shade lighter and his cheeks sunkissed from the hours aback Sunfyre; despite the threat beyond the horizon, you knew that Aegon enjoyed patrolling the skies with his brothers.

It was these little confessions that he shared with you in the clandestine moments stolen within the walls of the Red Keep. He told you how he wished to be distracted, to allow a reprieve for his mind that weighed heavy with this anointed crown, and you were just this distraction, flesh and blood pulsing with your desire. 

It was then he looked up to see you still shyly posted in the doorway. “You seemed troubled, your grace,” you repeated with kindness, with concern. 

“I am now always troubled, it feels,” his smile was forced. “It seems to be something that comes with the weight of this.” He removed the crown and it echoed dully as he dropped it on the table. “But perhaps you can serve your king.” 

Your foot pushed the door until it closed soundly, and you took a step towards him. For a moment you saw the boy you had grown up with, mischievous and smirking, peering up at you from beneath the title of king. “This is why I am here,” your reply was sultry, and you saw how the black began to swallow the color of his eyes. “To serve, your grace.” 

Aegon sheathed the dagger and set it aside his crown before slouching back to spread his legs wider in the ornate chair he sat. Your stomach tightened at the sight of his thick outline against his thigh, pressing through his slacks, and you felt the flutter of that desire trilling your spine, spilling back into your veins. 

Your heart vibrated beneath and his lips curled upwards when he noticed where your eyes fell. His large hand patted his thigh. 

The gesture summoned you and you moved within his arms reach. He pulled you onto his lap, his face burying into the curve of your neck with a groan, a deep inhale that tickled. “Your grace,” you giggled, squirming in his hold, your blood warming your skin. 

“It is only us now,” he murmured against your skin, “and all I wish now is  to tear away these layers, lay you on this table, and have what lies beneath your finery.” 

“You would not dare,” you whispered, your eyes bright. 

His fingers dug into your hip while his other hand snaked under your thighs to lift you up from his seat. You giggled again, your arm quick to wrap around his neck to brace for his step forward as he set you on the edge of the table. His hands pawed at your layers, searching to find the dagger and he began to slice through your fabric.  

Your surprise spilled from your lips. “Aegon!”

He did not falter, but sheathed it and set it back down so his hands could grab fistfuls, tearing away the fabric to allow you room to part your thighs and welcome him. Your hands moved from his chest and combed through his hair, smoothing the indent left behind from his crown. He hummed from your touch, his hands moving from your hips and following your curves to your backside, pulling you closer so he could tilt his chin forward and capture your lips. 

His kiss devoured you wholly, pulling the air from your lungs with the dizzyingly desperation of his lips against your own. Your arms wrapped again around his neck and you rolled your hips for friction against the warmth he emitted through his royal garb, your fingers clawing at the fabric. 

You could feel his smile against your lips, his fingers returning to his hold on your hips. The outside of his palm rested on the dip and his thumbs pressed to the bone, eliciting a pleasure that jolted through you. You moaned softly and his mouth broke away, wet kisses that now trailed along your jaw, his teeth nipping at the slope of your neck. 

“Aegon,” you could not help but whine, and you tightened your legs around his hips. 

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable, flushed. For a moment you were lost in his heady gaze, only brought back once you felt his hand trailing the detailing of your bodice and pressing until you laid back on the table. His other hand retrieved the dagger once more and your smallclothes were cut away, the air crisp against the slick between your thighs. 

“So wet for me already,” he clucked his tongue, “and I have barely begun.” 

Your stuttered response only further goaded him. His brow cocked. “What was that?” 

“Please,” you licked your lips. “Touch me, Aegon. Please.”

The darkness in his eyes glittered with the sunlight, and his satisfaction curled across his square jaw. “No. Not quite yet.” 

Before you could protest, you felt the pressure of something that was smooth, almost cool to the touch. You peered down to see the sheathed dagger pressed sideways to your bare cunt, the ruby stone sliding against the slick, the blossom of your arousal allowing him a circular motion of the gemstone against the bundle of nerves.  

You shuddered in response, your skin rising on your thighs and chest, and your head fell back, your hands pressing flat on the polished wood to anchor yourself. The unfamiliar touch began to build a familiar sensation, something that fluttered throughout, catching your exhale in your throat. 

“Aegon,” you cried, his name spilling sickly sweet from your lips, an endearment with the desperation of your tone. 

“Let me,” he soothed, his voice rasped with his intent focus. 

He moved the hilt and its decorative ridges rubbed along your swollen nerves. You squealed with the touch and then the intrusion, feeling his palm press to the inside of your thigh. “Trust me,” he whispered, his eyes boring between your thighs. You relaxed to his touch, feeling the curve of the handle pressing sweetly within you.

It sparked lights before your eyes and Aegon was pleased. He moved his thumb to replace where the gemstone rubbed enticingly before, matching the tandem of the hilt that now pulled you upwards to the prior peak and then past. It filled your chest, a bursting euphoria that pulsed your walls around the handle.

“Sȳz riña,” his voice low with his praise. Good girl.

Your head lifted, drowsy, and you saw him touch the glossy shine that now covered the hilt, his fingers showing the sticky web of your climax. His eyes met with yours as he showed you, and his eyebrows raised when you pushed to sit up, your hand gently covering his own to pull it towards your lips, licking the ruby and tasting yourself.  

It clattered to the cobblestone and his free hand now grabbed the nape of your neck, his lips finding yours with his returned desperation. Fingers collided to loosen his drawstrings, your hands pulling his cock free and guiding his blunt head to press against your silk entrance. 

His large hand wrapped around the base and you cant your hips, angling yourself so his cock can slowly sink into your wet warmth. You mewled from the delicious stretch and he shuddered once he was fully buried between your thighs. Aegon paused, stealing a kiss, a taste of tenderness on his lips as he began to rock against you. 

It started slow with a low groan spilling from his kiss swollen slips as he watched his cock disappear inside you again and again. He savored the lewd sounds, your soft cries as he pushed deeper within you, your fingers grasping to hold yourself upright, to remain as close to him as possible. 

Your body still simmered with your prior release and it did not take much to build again. His hips snapped against yours with the wet sound of skin to skin, and your walls began to flutter. It is a breathless chorus, your soft gasps and his low groan, your pleasure pulling with a creamy spill of passion that tightened around him, his cock pulsing hotly within you. 

You fell back to your elbows, trying to catch your breath, and Aegon slumped over, his damp brow pressing to yours, the mess of his golden waves falling across your face. His scent washed over you, exotic oils that were sent as gifts and the sheen of sweat on his skin. 

The council chambers are noiseless now, and you hold still under the dimming candles lit for the chandelier above. It is another clandestine moment stolen, where your hearts thrummed in unison before slowing back to their regular pace, pulling you back to the heavy reality that settled in the quiet.

It lingered in the shadows, the faraway thought, the threat beyond the horizon, the echoed worries returning of what will come next. 

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[foxalone]

Its so beautifull!!!!

I love you all friends waaaa!!! °intence cry°

man i Redraw the Photo of these BABIES!!! I really liked to work on they silly interaction and bullshit!XDD

thay are amazing like they creatorsI'm so happy to have met you guys!QAQ

Ruby Belongs to @rubytale-chapter2 Basic Belongs to @susartwork Yosa Belongs to @foxalone Break Belongs to @artistoons-blog-thing Alli Belongs to @jsab-strawberry(deactivated) Micro Belongs to @au-mashup-party Mylim Belongs to Me

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