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[tallshipsandtallkings]

How hot is celeborn

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I guess all Elves are good looking?

[chewbokachoi]

You should totally write a full fic of Tomas on the run with Satoshi! That would be a really cool but kinda sad AU...but you would see interactions between him and Outworld...maybe even earthrealm like Johnny Cage or something...and a frosty relationship with Liu Kang?

It's definitely making it's way into a full-fledged thing, though it may be a bit before I post the full thing. I have a lot of other WIPs I want to make sure are checked as completed to avoid leaving them forever in the WIP state.

This is live footage from my brain right now--the sprites are my neurons and the candies are ideas

I'm very glad you like what I've posted so far, though! Things to consider as well.

Thanks for taking the time to drop by, read, and send an ask :D

[overgrown-ruins]

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[faneliacosplay]

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[thewritetofreespeech]

aemond - prompt 1

Prompt list - 1. Breeding kink

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“Up! Up!”

“Up! Up!”

“Hehe…you’re both too big now for me to carry the both of you on my hip like before. Why don’t we flip a coin then? Heads Jaehaerys you can go first, and tails means Jaehaera can go. Sound like a fun game?”

Aemond watched from the table with his family as his wife made a deal with his niece & nephew. Completely fair. Void of favoritism. He remembers no such favors from his own childhood.

His wife was wonderful with the children. As one of the few Helaena let near them in recent months, due to some new fear she had concocted in her mind, Jaehaera & Jaehaerys clung to her like shadows. Even Maelor, still at his mother’s breast, would swing his fat little arms in his wife’s direction every time she passed. And she never missed an opportunity to give him attention or affection whenever he, or any of the children, clamored for her.

“Everything alright Aemond?”

His trance was broken by her words when she returned to him. Whatever deal or game they had struck over now as a nurse came to put the children to bed. Aemond nodded. Dreams of his own silver-haired babes following her around, tugging at her skirts, in need of constant attention from that sweet face drift out of his mind like dragon’s wings on the horizon. “Yes. I am fine. Let us retire for the evening as well.”

The sun would be up soon. He couldn’t see it from the window, but just felt it in his soul. That time of night that was more the wee hours of the morning. Where the darkness would finally break to the light.

They haven’t slept at all. Rested, but not slept. Sleep seemed immaterial in comparison to the need to fill her again & again. Sleep, water, food, air. All of it seemed trivial as he was a man possessed with possessing her.

“Aemond….please….no more….”

“Just once more.”

His wife whined as his cock still inside her slid back and into her again. One bout giving way to another with truly no rest in between this time.

He was consumed with making his dream a reality. Fill her with so much of him that his child would have no choice but to take root in her belly. They could have a babe come spring. Or a sweet summer child with his pale violet eyes and his mother’s gentle disposition. Aemond thrust harder into her, as if driving the idea home with his cock, making his wife cry out. “Ah! Aemond! Oh Gods!”

She wouldn’t have to take care of Aegon’s children anymore. She would have her own babes to keep her busy. They would be strong and perfect. In constant need of their mother like he was. Maybe she would give him twins like Helaena gave his brother? If his fragile sister could do it, surely his wife could do it too. Judging by the cum spilling out of her onto the already soiled sheets, Aemond had given her more than enough opportunity.

“Aemond….Aemond….”

She couldn’t say much more than his name now and moan. Good. There shouldn’t be any thought of others or anything but the two of them as they made their child.

He looked down at the woman who was going to give him his future and found a blank slate there. Broken with pleasure. Those intelligent, bright eyes black and hazy with lust. Disheveled to the point of madness by his own mad need to put a babe inside her.

He leaned down to kiss her rough, swollen lips and swallowed a whine from his princess. He felt her breath quicken against his lips and her walls quake around him. Her overstimulated body climaxing with even the most minor addition of stimuli between them at this point.

Aemond came just short after that. One final push. Spilling his seed just as deep as the rest before he finally, eventually, let his wife go.

He fell to the other side of the bed, listening to her gasp for breath beside him, before he got up and went to retrieve a rag for the two of them. His wife hiccupped out a gasp when the cool material touched her feverous skin. Her whole-body twitching as it was still too overstimulated to determine how the touch was intended. Aemond cleaned her body starting with her arms. Moving down to her breasts, imagining them larger and fuller in just 4 moons time, then down to her belly that would do just the same. She whined when he gently wiped at her overly sensitive cunt. Red and swollen. His seed still glistening in the folds. He doesn’t want to get rid of it but knows she would be uncomfortable sleeping like that. Aemond had already made her uncomfortable enough for one evening.

He cleaned himself off with much less care and crawled back into bed beside his wife. She willingly came to him when he pulled her in his arms. Or perhaps she was too exhausted to think and just went along with him. Her body still twitching now & then, even in her sleep, from the frenzy he just put her through.

He kissed her head, then covered them with whatever clean blanket he could find.

Come spring they would have a child of their own. A silver haired paragon, who would take Vhagar after he was gone and be his legacy for when his bones became ash. After that, they would work on another. Then another. Then another. His branch would flourish as much as his great-grandfather, and they would build their family to the point that they did not need any others but their own.

He almost felt bad for Jaehaera & Jaehaerys. Soon they would not have their wonderful aunt to dote on them. But his children, and his family, would be what came first.

[ladykatakuri]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

Lill Miss Jinn, what are you doing to me ? lol

3 Randon facts about me ey ?

I believe in certain healing powers, like taking away headaches with the hand etc, but don`t believe just everyone can do this and most of those tv personalities who claim to be healers are just healing their own wallets and nothing else.

I am a huge chaotic person that lives in chaos but manages ot find things in it ( after a while that is )

I love writing even if I am not that great at it, but hate reading back my own stuff that I did wrote.

[blindmagdalena]

what would homelander’s reaction to his wife being pregnant with twins?

"Holy cow! Talk about buy one, get one free. That's what you get with quality swimmers. Hear that, little guys? You tied at the big race! Congrats!"

"You know, it could be my egg that split into two."

"Uh, babe? Having a private conversation with the boys here. Thanks."

He's got a huge grin the whole time. Good luck being so outnumbered by him and his mini's.

[hunxi-guilai]

so I know that a lot of chinese names are references to specific poems. Is there a way to determine this (vs general auspicious meaning) and which poem specifically? I'd love to be able to figure this out for character names and I haven't been able to find any resources (in case it's helpful, I'd say I'm my understanding is maybe HSK4-level so I can clumsily make my way through the chinese internet with the help of a dictionary)

feel free to make this public so that others can benefit if you have any suggestions

oof... unfortunately I suspect that this, along with one's repertoire of chengyu, is something that one simply Just Learns with reading more. my personal repertoire of poetry is embarrassingly thin, so the horrible horrible process I've been going through is, well, throwing the name into a search bar and hoping for the best.

here's an example of how I (think I) went about doing this for Xiao Xingchen's name, way back when I wrote this post:

I went ahead and dropped "星尘 诗词" ("Xingchen poetry") into the search bar, which turned up this:

Generally speaking, I'll only put the name (minus the surname) because putting the character's full name into a search bar will probably turn up the character themselves, and if someone's name is being derived from a poem, it's usually independent of the surname anyway.

Xiao Xingchen's name is an interesting example because it doesn't quite come from a poem, but it doesn't not come from a poem. you can see that the search engine has automatically assumed that I am looking for poems about constellations, as "星辰" and "星尘" are homonyms, and one of these is more commonly seen. I usually consider that a solid indication that "星尘" (the name) is a novel formation of characters in a name, and not likely a poetic reference.

but! in for a penny, etc. I'm a huge fan of the first search result, gushicimingju, since it's a solid database of poetry and some prose. clicking into that listing informs me that gushicimingju is turning up. oh my. 119 possible matches:

note that these are matches for "星辰" (constellation), not actually our character's name. still! you can click in and peruse the selection if you'd like.

now that you're on gushicimingju's site, you can also use the search function within the site to search for more exact matches, without worrying that you'll accidentally activate the fandom itself.

looks like there's a few matches for "晓星," but nothing for the full name.

so! gushicimingju is a solid database I like to refer to most of the time. if for some reason I'm feeling particularly academically rigorous, I might also do some searches on ctext as sometimes names will come out of famous turns of phrases (a la Zhao Yun 赵云 / Zhao Zilong 赵子龙 from that post I linked earlier) rather than poems. searching the dictionary sometimes (Pleco, or zdic) doesn't hurt either. basically, I throw spaghetti at the search engine wall to see what results come back for these characters in this particular order to try and get the original referent (if any) to show up; I'll probably give up after a few permutations of search terms if nothing is actively jumping out at me

but back to the search results: sometimes, if your character is famous enough, straight up searching for "what poem is this character's name from?" will help you find like-minded people on baidu zhidao (basically yahoo answers):

although of course, take baidu zhidao result with all of the salt you would take with any yahoo answers (look for alternate sources to validate, good for a laugh most of the time)

best of luck!

[dewdropdinosaur]

Fixer Upper

ALASTOR x (F)READER Summary: Someone dared to break Alastor's precious radio and his wrath is inconsolable. But turns out you may have some small tricks up your sleeve. Warnings: NONE For the dearest @anon-of-the-void. My darling, it is a pleasure as always to write these for you.

In the bustling chaos of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the fiery chaos of Hell, an unlikely friendship blossomed. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, found solace in the presence of Y/N, an inventive soul from the Victorian Era who had found herself amidst the peculiar denizens of the underworld.

Y/N was a tinkerer, always tinkering away in her workshop, concocting gadgets and gizmos that would make even the most adept engineers marvel. Alastor, with his vintage charm and macabre wit, found her creations fascinating, and the two formed an unusual bond over their shared love for innovation.

One fateful day, disaster struck when Alastor's beloved old-time radio, his prized possession from his living days, broke down. The demon was devastated, his usual jovial demeanor clouded by a rare display of anger. The residents of the hotel trembled in fear, knowing the havoc that could be unleashed if the Radio Demon's rage remained unchecked.

Alastor's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he prowled the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual jovial smile replaced by a menacing snarl. The residents cowered in fear, whispering among themselves as they caught glimpses of the Radio Demon's wrathful form.

"You there!" Alastor's voice boomed, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. "Do you have any idea of the inconvenience of my beloved radio breaking? The nerve, the audacity!"

Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner demon, spoke with a frantic passion as she viewed the mangled radio."Alastor! I'll do it! Let me clean it please!"

Alastor's laughter rang out like a chilling melody, sending a chill through the air. "Oh, my dear Nifty, no thank you. This requires some…interrogation but feel free to clean up the aftermath."

Angel Dust, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, scoffed, "Oh, lighten up, Al, it's just a stupid radio. Besides, it's not like anyone listens to your old-timey tunes anyway."

The room fell silent as Alastor's gaze bore into Angel Dust, his smile twisting into a sinister grin. "Is that so, my dear Angel? Perhaps I should demonstrate the consequences of underestimating the power of music."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned a spectral microphone, its ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the room. "Now, let's see who's laughing when I unleash the full force of my wrath upon this wretched offender!"

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel trembled as Alastor's menacing laughter echoed through the halls, knowing all too well that when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood, no one was safe from his terrifying fury.

As fear spread throughout the hotel, Y/N knew she had to act swiftly to quell the storm brewing within Alastor's heart. Ignoring the warnings of her peers, she clandestinely snatched the broken radio and retreated to her workshop, determined to restore it to its former glory.Under the cover of night, she stealthily crept into Alastor's room, her pockets filled with tools and determination. With deft hands, she dismantled the broken radio, each cog and wire familiar to her skilled touch.

Hour after hour, Y/N toiled away, her nimble fingers dancing across the delicate machinery. With each adjustment and tweak, the radio gradually came back to life, its familiar crackle filling the air once more. But as the night wore on,  fatigue gnawed at Y/N's bones, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But she pressed on, fueled by determination and a desire to see her friend smile once more.

Finally, with a soft click, the radio sprang to life, emitting a crackling sound before filling the room with the familiar strains of vintage jazz. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile gracing her lips as she admired her handiwork.

But as she stood there basking in her success, fatigue finally caught up with her. With a yawn, she sank into a nearby chair, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed her.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor had been silently watching from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he observed Y/N's tireless efforts to fix his broken radio. When he saw her succumb to exhaustion, a pang of concern tugged at his heart, softening the edges of his usually stoic demeanor.

Quietly, he approached her slumbering form, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking floorboards. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.

"My dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Such devotion, such selflessness. You truly are a marvel."

A warmth blossomed in Alastor's chest as he watched her sleep, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to tenderness stirring within him—a feeling he realized with a start was nothing short of admiration.

With a soft sigh, Alastor leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead before picking up her form and striding over to his bed; tucking her in with the utmost care. As he stood there in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the quiet hum of the fixed radio and the soft breathing of his friend, he knew at that moment that he was irrevocably touched by her kindness.

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, Alastor silently vowed to cherish and protect Y/N, for she had not only fixed his broken radio but had also managed to mend something far more precious—his wounded heart.

The next morning dawned upon the Hazbin Hotel, the air tinged with a sense of relief as the residents basked in the knowledge that Alastor's beloved radio had been fixed. Alastor strode into the lobby with a confident swagger, his usual grin plastered on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the air before giving way to the melodic strains of love songs from a bygone era.

The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their confusion evident as they listened to the unexpected playlist. Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's feeling a bit sentimental today."

Alastor's grin widened, though there was a hint of something softer lurking beneath the surface. "Ah, my dear Angel, music has a way of stirring the soul, don't you think?"

As the love songs continued to play, the other residents couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over them. Even the gruffest demons found themselves tapping their claws to the beat, caught up in the unexpected romance of it all.

But as Alastor's gaze lingered on Y/N, who stood among the crowd with a shy smile, a wave of realization washed over him. It wasn't just any love songs he was playing—it was a silent declaration of his growing affection for the inventive soul who had captured his heart.

And as the music filled the room with its sweet melody, Alastor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through him. Perhaps, in the midst of Hell's chaos, there was still room for love to blossom—a love that transcended time and defied all odds.

With a soft chuckle, Alastor stole a glance at Y/N, his heart swelling with newfound courage. For in that moment, amidst the gentle strains of love songs and the soft glow of morning light, he knew that he was falling—falling head over heels for the one who had fixed not only his broken radio but also the shattered pieces of his soul.

[canisalbus]

Just had to share that the perfect stiletto stilettos for Machete showed up on my dash right after your post.

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[izel-scribbles]

Arthur and John get soup and a blanket?

I love your art sm! Have a lovely day!!!

what better blanket than eldritch bf's Big cloak????

[tallshipsandtallkings]

Elendil, how many shots for you to sleep with Celeborn?

Is this a trick question?

Maybe ten

[lesbianbabsgordon]

Please draw some dinahbabs

Messy date sketch <3

[overgrown-ruins]

Hmm..

9/11/13

9: A song that makes you happy

Pure Imagination - Dotan Negrin & Prismatic Mantis

Notable mention goes to Capypaland ga Matteriu - Taku Iwasaki (from the Norigami OST). I saw someone with a capybara plush yesterday, & thought of this song immediately. It's so silly & cute~

11: A song that you never get tired of

Night Blooming Jasmine - Eli & Fur

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

Let's Groove - Earth, Wind, & Fire

proper jam, right there

Music Asks

[faneliacosplay]

I have a question. Do you by chance know where I can find the Chise/Elias fic titled " A Veil of Thorns". I think it's by Madam_Battina on Ao3 but Dragon's Dragon's on Fanfiction.net. It's deleted ( I don't know for how long) but I was hoping someone downloaded it by chance.

Hi! Unfortunately, I haven't heard of that one. However, if you search the fic on Bing, you could possibly find a cache copy of the fic! Please note that if the fanfic is multi-chaptered, some chapters might be lost.

I hope this helps and good luck on your lost fanfic quest!!

[thewritetofreespeech]

more protective Aemond + reader please!!

tw: drunk aegon makes poor choices. attempted SA.

It was warm in the garden house. The smooth glass walls keeping it ever summer within the four walls. Though the Keep boasted some of the finest gardens of the land, not all could thrive in the climate (a sentiment you could often agree with) and some had to be housed here, until they were ready.

You had been sent to fetch some of the more fragile blooms for this afternoon’s tea activity with Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena. Flower arranging. You could not think of a duller way to spend the afternoon. But what the Queen wanted, the Queen shall get. An old adage that was becoming increasingly clearer as the King’s days sifted through like sand in front of them. There was a part of you that wondered if all this flower arranging was not some macabre preparation for his funeral.

“There you are.” You turn away from your flowers to look over your shoulder. “I have been—hiccup—looking everywhere for you.” Aegon said. Jovial in nature, even as he nearly missed the first step. He was drunk.

“Well, I have been here most of the afternoon, your grace. Is it not always the last place you look.” You were quick to turn around as you spoke and offered him a polite smile. You know what happened to the last girl in this household who turned their back on Aegon. You wouldn’t be the next.

“Of course! Of course! What fool would I be to keep looking after I found something?” He staggered closer and you stepped back. Or at least you try. The garden shelf behind you was at your back in one step. You had nowhere to go. “But I thought…now would be a lovely time for us to—burp—have a conversation.”

“Certainly, your grace. We can have a conversation. But perhaps later,” ‘when you’re sober’ was on the tip of your tongue but you bite it back, “I need to get these to the Queen & Princess.” ‘your wife’ You were not going to have much tip left of your tongue if you kept biting it like that.

“No, no, no! They’re boring. Stay with me.”

Aegon reached out to grab your arm, but you quickly pulled it away from his grasp. “Please don’t touch me.”

“Oh hoohoo! You’ll be singing a different tune in a minute! They all do.” He reached for you again, with both hands this time, and you battered him away with flailing arms before your hand connected with the side of his face. Aegon stumbled back. His own hand against his face for a moment before he turned back with a wide, wild smile. “You know, it is treason to strike your future king. I shall pardon you though, if you hold still!”

He was on you again and you flail against Aegon as you try to fight him off. He was either too drunk to take this seriously, or he was just toying with you. Pulling at your dress. Swatting your hands away while he laughed maniacally. All the while you told him, “Stop it! Don’t! Let me go!” To afraid to actually shout and for someone to come in here to see what was going on.

You yipped when one of Aegon’s hands accidently connected with the side of your face, then suddenly he was up in the air and out of your space. Still in the room but on the floor. The towering figure of the second prince between you now.

“What the hells Aemond?!” Before Aegon could yell at his brother more, the prince began speaking to him in High Valaryin.

Your education on the tongue was very basic. Only able to pick up a few words like ‘brother’ and ‘get out!’ from the silver tongue. The words magnetic. Spell like, even. And they must have truly been some kind of spell, as Aegon actually tucked tail and ran. “Are you alright?”

You realized that Aemond was talking to you now, and you take a quick measure of yourself. “Yes. As well as can be expected.” Your chastity was intact, if dignity not a little bruise. Your lip was throbbing, but your first kiss was still on them. Your dress & hair was a little mussed, but nothing a quick change and a comb could not fix. All in all, you were fine.

You look to your protector and offer him a meager, “Thank you…for helping me…” Not much in the way of compensation for such gallantry, but it was all you had.

“Hmm..it was nothing.” Aemond replied stoically. Already seeming to have lost interest in you and his effort, now that it was over.

You swallow through the tightness in your throat. How foolish you were to think that his actions meant something for you. Wishful thinking of a naïve young woman. He was simply doing his duty, or what any decent man would do, and it just made you love him more. You had been in love with Aemond nearly since the first moment you met when you came to court. Quick to decide that Aegon’s rakish smile was something to be avoided and drawn to the quite allure of his brother. Try as you might, however, you couldn’t crack him. Aemond seemed content to keep you, and everyone, at arm’s length. There were days when you felt like giving up and just wallowing in despair of a lost love that never flowered.

But you were stubborn. And you made your decision. You had to have a man like that. You would accept no others. Especially not after such a daring rescue.

“I should…talk to her grace….”

“No. Don’t do that.” Your head jerked up at Aemond’s quick snap. “Do not say anything. Just leave it be.”

“But if Aegon tells—“He isn’t going to tell anyone.” He interjected. “He wouldn’t want people to know that he was beaten by a girl and his little brother.”

You supposed that was true. Aegon seemed to care about very little. But his pride? That was something he would not have tarnished for him. “You would really stand against your brother on this?”

Aemond looked at you. He then removed his glove and in two strides was directly in front of you. “I’ve stood against my brother for less important things.” You held your breath as Aemond’s thumb came up to the corner of your mouth. Gently brushing the blood away that was beading up to the surface.

It was strange. Mere moments ago, you had been begging a man not to touch you. Now your entire body was singing ‘touch me! touch me! touch me!’. The words bottle up tight in your chest. Desperate to come out and tell him that & everything. But they just can’t!

“You should get cleaned up. Before anyone sees you.”

His words break the spell between you as you blink. Realizing you were still in the garden house, and you had to meet the Queen & princess shortly. “But…if I change, I’ll be late. Her grace cannot abide lateness.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Aemond offered immediately. Surprising you. “Go.”

You nod once, then slip past him and head for the door. Breathing fresh air and flowers, and suddenly you hate the smell. You want to be back where you were. Surrounded by Aemond’s scent and the smell of leather & mineral oil from his blades.

“Aemond,” you called once you reached the door. Turning back towards him and willing that vault in your chest to open up, but all that comes out is, “I…thank you again.”

You run away from your chambers. Embarrassed. Disappointed in yourself. Frustrated that that was your moment and you were too craven to say anything!

And now you were running late!

Part ii - Aemond's perspective