#eboni✨

[holdinbacksecrets]

fuck i should be sleeping it's 1am and my exams are in 8hrs but i need to get this out of my system.

these days I'm realizing how much i miss bts, like really, their older stuff just hit so hard, everything up till mots7, and I'm just feeling so much nostalgia? I was 15 when i first discovered them, I'm turning 22 in a few days and it's insane to me how they've been in the most broken part of my life and just idk, bts man.

I wish I could express more about it but I just can't put it into words, looking at their discography and how it perfectly aligns with my heart and my experience, how I just UNDERSTAND IT, not just vibe, it just makes me wanna cry. And to think that SVT are slowly becoming that for me but more with their personalities than their music? I mean yeah definitely, SVT's discography is flawless but it's just so different than BTS's and they both cater to my taste in different ways. I just love them.

I know you'd get it since they're your faves too, sorry for the long rant. gn 🖤

hello friend. i hope your exams went well!!

i definitely get what you’re saying. for me, it’s slightly different because i didn’t get into kpop until 2020. in another way it’s hard: bts’ older music is what made me a fan, and i struggle with missing so many eras in real time. luckily, there are tracks off be i really like, but the feelings they create are not comparable to what tear (for example) does for me. although, i do really fucking love stay and blue & grey

i’m glad you were able to witness past eras as they were happening and hold those memories. it’s fascinating how music intertwines with our lives and ends up serving as reminders for experiences. at the same time, it also helps us get through absolute shit.

personality wise, i definitely feel much more connected to seventeen. however, i can’t say i prefer one group over the other in terms of music. i feel like their discographies impact me in different ways. i feel the same way about monsta x and nct. each group has songs that are literally heaven to me.

i have so many thoughts on this subject, but i’m not sure if i’m successfully putting them into words. what i will say is that i can imagine how hard it is for you to miss bts’ older music. tracks that join you during times of darkness end up being deeply cherished, imo. i truly hope future releases from bts will feel the same way debut-mots7 tracks do.

what were your thoughts on indigo and jitb? did any of those songs feel right to you? my expectations for indigo were high, but none of the tracks hit me like mono tracks did and still do. i only listened to the album once. it might be worth circling back around to, but usually if they don’t get me right off the bat, they never will. luckily, there are songs off jitb i really love (equal sign and safety zone). there’s something about hoseok’s music… maybe it’s the aquarius energy we share lol— i see him

[yakdee]

Hello Rae! I don't have a request this time! I promise! I'm watching ep 1 of LITA. Anyways I remember you made a post about Payu being so solid that it looked like Rain ran into a brick wall and I just needed to also mention he's strong too. After he lured Rain to his shop and kissed his neck, the way he YANKED Rain onto the bed has me SCREAMING! He pulled that boy so hard and so fast he practically FLEW onto the bed lmao. Gave me whiplash.

Hey Eboni! Watching it again now and it's actually hilarious. Payu really said YOINK and sent Rain flying lol

If the bed wasn't there, he would have had that boy clean across the room. But let's be honest, are we even surprised?

I mean … just look at the material:

And idk why this just popped into my head, but if Payu had a dating profile on one of those apps, I imagine his "What I'm Looking for in a Partner" section would read something like this:

Cute, bratty submissive with a yoink-able frame. You'll rarely be yoinked, but it's important that you look like you CAN be.

[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

Would Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way from My Immortal be an avatar of The Dark?

Art by mod Moth 🦋 :)

Mod: Sunny (this one is also going on the breakroom fridge lmao)

[canine-teethed-sheets]

can you draw,,,,, critter bringing Cruz a rat,,,, she'd be so proud of herself wehehehehe,,

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[pepperonidk]

not to be that person but i have probably read your reblog post and tags on the mingyu fic like 10 times already and screenshot it and idk just thank you for lifting up my spirits.

-eboni

😭🫶🏼 i’m glad i could make your day a little brighter!! it’s been like 2 days and i’m still thinking about your fic, even after going to a concert, blacksmith!gyu is still living in my head rent free 🧎🏻‍♀️

[panksage]

Gortash doesn’t know who Ebony’s dad is yet

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[girlsthickai]

Ebony Ass 💓

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[lateatnewyork]

Listen- I had an idea. I was thinking about a Lucien Vanserra and the reader feeking the bond snap? But Lucien feeling like he's not worthy of her but she tells him how pretty his eyes are? Even with the scar? I was thinking of adding the prompt 32 angst and 12 fluff maybe.

Scars and All

Lucien x Archeron!reader, Helion x reader (father, daughter dynamic)

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Prompts: Fluff- “I wish you could see the way I see you,” Angst- “You… why did it have to be you?”

Summary: The youngest Archeron sister has always been ignored and rejected by everyone. When she finally finds her mate in the Day Court who thought her heart could’ve broken more at the rejection of someone who was made to love her?

a/n i legit could not find any good headers for this so i downloaded 6 billion of them from pinterest, my sister had made this dress for herself and i had direct access to it thats why the description is so long 😭 im trying a new thing with describing facial features and stuff like that more lmk if u like it or not. ✨ not edited ✨

There was a ball in Day Court, almost all high fae were invited, and as the sister in law to the High Lord of Night Court it was compulsory for all of us to be there.

The dress I'm wearing is a masterpiece of intricacy and elegance, designed to captivate and command attention. Crafted from the finest materials, it combines delicate silk and ethereal lace, creating a harmonious blend of softness and sensuality. The color chosen is a rich midnight blue, reminiscent of the starry night sky that blankets the Night Court.

The bodice of the dress is a work of art, adorned with intricate silver and sapphire beadwork that accentuates the curves of the wearer. It plunges low, revealing a hint of the wearer's décolletage, while thin, delicate straps grace the shoulders, adding a touch of allure. The back of the dress dips in a graceful V, teasing a glimpse of smooth, exposed skin.

From the waist, the dress cascades into a flowing skirt, made of layers of diaphanous silk that sways with every step. The fabric is sheer and airy, allowing a tantalizing view of the wearer's legs as she moves, creating an alluring dance between modesty and seduction. The hemline is asymmetrical, with delicate lace trim that adds a touch of whimsy and femininity.

As I move, the dress catches the light, shimmering and sparkling like a constellation in the moonlit sky. It exudes an air of confidence and sophistication, empowering the woman who wears it to embrace her inner strength and beauty.

The dress wasn't my first choice though. My first choice was an indigo dress with a sweetheart neckline, that showed just enough of my cleavage to not be named as slutty. It had a slit that showed my whole right leg, but Elain had liked that dress after she saw it in my wardrobe, so I gave it to her.

She always got what she wanted.

I wasn't a type of feminine beauty like my sisters. They all had graceful features and beautiful dainty blonde hair. Nesta and I were the most similar with our sharp features.

But that's where the similarities ended.

My hair was a lustrous cascade of ebony strands, shimmered like a moonless night sky, reflecting an ethereal sheen with every subtle movement. Its glossy surface captured the light, revealing depths of darkness that held an irresistible allure.

Once I had slipped my heels on, I headed down the stairs where everyone else was waiting for me. My lips curved into a sly smile when everyone's attention was on me, glancing over the room, my eyes stopped at Elain. Her dress (my dress) was falling at all the wrong places.

She wasn't as curvy as me, Nesta and Feyre. I don't get why she would want the dress, it's obviously not fitting her properly. Ignoring Elain's incessant huffing, I head to Nesta and Cassian.

“You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, sister,” I compliment, giggling.

“I love this dress on you,” she gushes.

Nesta was my best friend, my confidant, the sister who cared for me.

“But I would’ve loved to have seen the other dress on you,” she continues. “You shouldn’t have given it to Elain,”.

“Oh it’s fine, look at the absolute beauty I have found instead,” I reassure.

“Elain are you sure you don’t want to change your dress,” Feyre asks.

Nesta and I snicker behind our hands, Elain turns around towards us and I watch in glee as her faces turns into a scowl.

“I’m fine can we leave already” she snaps.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Cassian winnows Nesta, Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, while Mor winnows me.

Landing outside the day court palace, I mentally take in the beauty of the place. The sandy blocks making the palace and the beautiful candles hung at every corner. There truly is no darkness.

I look down at my dress, skepticism glazes over my face. I shouldn’t have worn such an eye catching dress.

How was I meant to know that there would be lights everywhere?

Cauldron fucking boil me.

After some mindless chatter with Feyre about how excited she is to show me her paintings. We’re escorted inside to see the High Lord of the Day Court lounging on his throne, looking like the childish playboy he is. Even though he was centuries old.

His beauty was otherworldly, the way his onyx locks cascaded down his back like they were paid to do so. Piercing amber orbs stared down at everyone. Clad in only a white fabric that was draped over him, he had an easy going presence to him. The sharp points of his golden crown glinting under the bright lights.

But the vision next to him put the Night Court stars to a shame. He was the sun personified. Tan skin, lighter than his father’s but darker than mine. Auburn red hair, similar to his father’s in length, rested along his back. A scar ran from just above his eyebrow to his jaw. His eyes met mine, maroon and golden. His features picked apart weren’t attractive but somehow together on him, he looked like a god.

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes blurred in and out of focus. Once they went back to normal I saw a single golden thread tugging. My eyes followed the thread back to Lucien.

I ran outside. Mother’s tits, I found my mate.

I gave an experimental tug on the bond revelling in the feeling of being complete. Tugging on it again, I let him know I wanted to see him.

Sitting there on the roof, I waited for five minutes, then ten, soon twenty and as quickly as my hope had been born it had faded away. But still remnants of it remained, maybe he couldn’t get away so soon, after all he was the heir to the Day Court.

Holy shit, he was the heir to the Day Court, what if he wanted nothing to do with me?

My thoughts spiralled one after the other.

A throat cleared behind me. Turning around to look at Lucien, I beckon him over.

“I’m Y/N, I already know who you are so introductions won’t be necessary” My attempt at a joke fails.

Finally taking a closer look at his face, I take in the pained expression. “Are you all right?” concern laces my voice, I stand up and whisper, “Have you had enough to eat you look like you’re about to pass out,”.

I’m about to leave and grab him some food, when he speaks, “You… why did it have to be you?”.

I freeze in place, I don’t dare to turn around. My mind flashes with memories of Feyre not wanting to teach me archery because she was busy, or how the boys at Rita’s never even looked at me, or how Elain took it upon herself to make me hate everything about me, or how everyone had their other half and I had just found mine. But not even a full hour of knowing me he hated me.

And somehow after all those years of rejection, self hatred and jealousy my heart broke one last time.

I assume he could feel it through the bond, as I wasn’t all that used to blocking people out of my mind yet.

I run down the stairs to get off the roof, to get as far away from him as possible.

Finally, finding an unoccupied balcony on the opposite side of the palace, I settled there, sobbing my broken heart out. The kohl from my eyes streaming down my face. My fingers red from rubbing my stinging eyes.

I looked around at the material of the dress pillowing around me. Such a waste of such a breathtaking dress.

Soft crying filled the room, my ears were ringing as I hadn’t heard the High Lord of Day Court enter.

“My dear, may I ask what’s wrong?” He asked, worry evident in his voice.

Gasping I stood up and did a sorry excuse of a curtesy, “High Lord” I bowed my head.

“Helion is fine,”

He sat down right next to the place where I was sitting. His muscled arm gently tapped the spot beside him as an invitation.

I sit down, smoothing my skirts out.

As if he can sense the awkwardness he clears his throat and says “We can stay quiet or we can talk about my son or your mate?”.

My eyes widen in shock. “How do you know me?” I mutter out.

“Sunshine I’m the High Lord of Day Court and unbeknownst to you, Rhysand talks a lot about you during meetings so most of the high lords consider you a little sister, but for me you’re like the daughter I never had,” he confesses.

A man I had not met before today, considered me his daughter, and six other high lords think of me as a little sister. My eyes well up in tears, my father had been one of the only people other than Nesta to ever truely care about me. And I had cried for months when he died.

To have someone think of me as their daughter again brought out a fresh wave of tears.

As if reflex, my head rests against Helion’s shoulder, we gaze into the night sky, in a comfortable silence. A strong hand reaches out and softly taps my head in a soothing rhythm.

“It’s ok sunshine.” he whispers.

After a while my tears stain my cheeks, Helion speaks up “I think you should give your mate another chance, I think you’ve mistaken his intentions,”.

Taking in his advice, I wordlessly stand up and hug the high lord. “Thank you” I breathe out.

Pulling away, I walk through corridors in search of Lucien.

A hand grabs mine and pulls me into a dark corner, while another hand muffles my screams.

I’m about to put the training Cassian gave me into use when I see a familiar pair of mismatched eyes.

“You can’t scream, I just wanted to talk to you,” he pleaded. Once his hand reluctantly leaves my mouth, I nod as a signal for him to keep going.

“When I said what I said before, I didn’t mean it as if you weren’t good enough for me,” he started. “I meant it as I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” My eyes soften at his words. “I mean yes I am devastatingly handsome,” I roll my eyes at his smug words, unable to hide my own smile when his lips twitch upwards.

“But I don’t think I could ever be good enough for you, a thousand lifetimes over,” he whispers, impossibly close to me but at the same time painfully far away.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Lucien,” I mumble cupping his cheek. “Please have me,” he murmurs.

I grab his face gently and fuse our lips together.

“I’m yours, if you’re mine,”

a/n i’m sorry girl dad!helion is just too good to resist and like imagine being like a little sister to all the high lords (instead of heron it’d be eris), hope you like it anon 🫶🏻

[holdinbacksecrets]

*slides in like it's my business* hellaurrr, how have you been, how does being free from the educational system going for you?

hello friend

i feel lighter. i feel peaceful. i will enjoy these months because if all goes well, i’ll start grad school in the summer 🧍🏽‍♀️ giving up my freedom because i’m obsessed with trains lol

thanks for asking pal 🫶

[lumismuseum]

🏛️ Seeing Dan Heng in his Imbibitor Lunae Form for the First Time

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✨ FEATURES ; Fluff, reader being head over heels for Dan Heng, romance, love confessions (kinda), gender neutral reader, reader is not the trailblazer, reader has been part of the Nameless for a while (before trailblazer)

📜 NOTES ; I wrote this with the reader being around the same height/taller than Dan Heng, but their height is never specified so it can be taken as the reader being shorter too!

It felt strange not having Dan Heng with you on the Luofu. Though he was a reserved and fairly stoic young man, there was a certain warmth than Dan Heng brought to the group; a warmth that was now missing.

To say you missed him was an understatement. Of course, you loved your other friends from the Express - you had become closer than a family together and your newest recruit, the Trailblazer, was quickly becoming part of the family too. But alas, Dan Heng was different. To you, there was something special about him.

You still remember the first time you made him laugh. You don’t even recall what you said to him, all you remember was the soft, melodious giggle that came from him, akin to the gentle tinkle of a bell. That was the moment you realised your feelings for Dan Heng were a little different than your feelings towards the rest of the Nameless. You’d made the others laugh before, but none of those times resulted in you staring into their eyes, admiring the light blush on their cheeks, faintly smiling in adoration as you admired their stunning beauty - which is exactly what you did with Dan Heng.

Ever since that moment, you felt a slight flutter in your stomach whenever you saw Dan Heng. You swear you can feel your heartbeat speed up when you lock eyes with him, even for the briefest of seconds. To you, Dan Heng shines with a brighter light than anyone else. Brighter than any of the stars in the night sky or the lights of the many different cities you visit across the universe.

Maybe you were being too dramatic. Sure, it’s not like your entire world had been submerged in darkness just because Dan Heng wasn’t by your side, but you still felt a certain…emptiness as you journeyed through the Luofu without your dear friend.

Scalegorge Waterscape was one of the most breathtaking sights you had come across in your life. You and your friends stood on the stone path which had been nearly submerged in sand, with the Arbiter-General of the Luofu, Jing Yuan, standing before you. He talked with Fu Xuan, the Master Diviner, and you couldn’t help but sense another presence behind him. You thought nothing of it, focusing on the General when he turned to speak to your group.

“Friends of the Astral Express, I have brought someone with me whom I think you’ll be eager to see.”

You waited expectantly for Jing Yuan’s guest to show themselves, and it only took a few moments for said guest to walk out from behind the General.

You were immediately stunned by the man’s beauty - long ebony and teal locks that descended elegantly down his back, with two long parts at the front tucked behind pointed elf-like ears, shining aqua eyes that were accentuated by vibrant red eyeliner and, most notably, two teal horns that gracefully protruded from the top of his head.

You felt your heartbeat pick up, growing slightly shy as you try not to let your delighted eyes roam the man’s body too much. You settled your gaze on the sliver of red that ran down the front strands of his hair, noticing how there was no such colour on the other side. It reminded you of Dan Heng, who you missed so dearly, with his red streak of eyeliner that only appeared on one eye.

Wait…

“I-Is that…Dan Heng!? You…” March 7th gasped beside you. It was as if she took the words right out of your mouth. You just managed to stop your jaw from cannonballing onto the ground as you finally registered that the gorgeous man standing in front of you was none other than Dan Heng. Your black haired friend from back on the Express, who made your heart race just as it did now.

“Y-You are Dan Heng, right? What’s with the horns…?” The confusion in March’s voice was prominent. You too struggled to process what you were seeing.

“It’s a long story, March. It’s me.” Dan Heng replied, almost sounding shameful or embarrassed at his current form, avoiding anyone’s gaze and instead looking down at the ground.

You tried not to let anyone notice the shift in your demeanour, as well as keep your eyes respectful - trying not to gawk at the window in Dan Heng’s clothing that revealed his chest.

Jing Yuan stepped forward and began speaking to your crew, but it took you a little while to properly listen to what he was saying, your eyes still looking at Dan Heng with endearment. Dan Heng looked over at you for the first time since revealing himself, locking eyes with you. You smiled gently at him, a light blush covering his cheeks as he quickly looked away, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. You were suddenly taken back to the memory of making him laugh, the same blush tinting his handsome face. You felt your stomach do backflips again, looking away and focusing on Jing Yuan before you melted into a puddle.

You’re now lying on your bed in your cabin, grateful to be in the comfort of a place you recognised. The Nameless’ time on the Xianzhou Luofu has come to an end. Your next stop is Penacony, the Planet of Festivities. You sigh in relief - silently praying that your time there would be free of trouble, so you can enjoy your visit without worry.

You think about Dan Heng again. To you, the Luofu was overwhelming, mainly because you had never been anywhere like that before. The place was crawling with Abominations of Abundance, infesting the Luofu like a plague that threatened the lives of its residents. But until now, it never clicked to you how Dan Heng must have felt.

On short notice, the Express had practically done a u-turn on its original plan to go to Penacony, instead arriving at Dan Heng’s original home. One of the reasons being to free the very man that had invaded his mind every night, tormenting him in his nightmares. Dan Heng had to bear the weight of his predecessor’s actions, getting countless comments and stares from the Xianzhou natives who looked down on him, viewing him as a traitor, even though he had nothing to do with what Dan Feng had done. He split the sea at Scalegorge Waterscape using the powers of his treacherous past incarnation, which undoubtedly took a toll on him physically. Later, he went on to fight Phantylia, further exhausting the poor man.

Yet he braved through it all without any complaints. You smile faintly, mainly out of pity for Dan Heng but also out of pride. You’re proud of Dan Heng for making it through this difficult time, and you want to let him know that.

You leave your room and make your way over to the Archives. You still wonder why Dan Heng doesn’t want to get a proper room of his own, but you decide to save that query for another time. Right now, you just want to give Dan Heng some comfort and let him know you’re there for him.

You stand outside the door to the Archives, taking a moment to gather your thoughts and figure out what you want to say to him. Finally, you knock on the door.

“Yes?” Dan Heng’s voice sounds a little shaky, his short response making you think that perhaps he wasn’t in the mood for talking right now. You hadn’t considered that before you knocked.

“It’s me, [Name], I was just wondering if you wanted to talk for a little while.” You keep your voice soft, trying not to sound too pushy.

There’s a moment of silence, and you awkwardly stand there, debating whether he heard you or not. You hear some brief thumping from inside the Archives and a few seconds later the door slides open, revealing Dan Heng.

You take a short moment to take in his appearance. He’s back to his normal (well, non-Vidyadhara) form, his hair fairly dishevelled and his eyes unusually lidded. You aren’t surprised at how tired he looked.

“I know that…probably wasn’t the best time of your life and…” you pause, considering what the best way to convey your worries was. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Dan Heng looks down, a sad-looking expression taking over his face. His shoulders slump and he sighs.

“That’s…very kind of you, [Name],” he says quietly. “I…I would like to talk, if that’s okay.”

He opens the door fully, giving you space to enter. You walk into the Archives and turn to face Dan Heng, who slowly slides the door shut. You lean against the wall, noticing the hesitance Dan Heng had when he makes eye contact with you.

“How are you feeling?” you ask gently.

Dan Heng looks down again, thinking about his answer.

“I’m a little tired.” he replies, his voice heavy with a certain feeling you can’t quite pinpoint, perhaps fatigue or sorrow.

“I get it,” you chuckle, trying to ease his mind.

Silence takes over for a little while, though you wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable or awkward. It’s more of an interlude during your conversation, giving you both time to think of what to say next. Truthfully, you want to ask Dan Heng about his Vidyadhara form, as well as about Dan Feng especially, but you realised it must have been a sensitive topic for him. But you also want to tell him-

“You know, you’re very handsome in your Vidyadhara form.”

You regret the words as soon as you say them.

The both of you immediately turn red, with Dan Heng turning his head away and you, in an attempt to save yourself, beginning to ramble about how he was already handsome and that you weren’t staring at him at all in his Vidyadhara form.

You eventually just shut your mouth and apologised for your comment, opting to stare at the wall to prevent yourself from making the situation any more embarrassing.

That’s when you heard a light giggle come from Dan Heng. You look back at him and become star-struck at the sight of him looking back at you, smiling from ear to ear with that lovely shade of pink covering his nose and cheeks. The blush is more prominent this time, and you swear to all the Aeons that your heart’s doing its own workout with how fast it’s beating.

That tired look has disappeared from his face, replaced with that familiar shy smile that makes your legs go weak, your mind go fuzzy and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Without thinking, you gently reach out and cup his face with your right hand. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb as he gazes at you, slightly leaning into your touch.

You take a step forward, making you inches away from him, before softly pulling him into a hug. You feel his arms wrap around you, his shoulders relaxing as he rests his head against you. You tenderly rub your hand up and down his back, silently letting him know that you’re there for him.

The two of you stay like that for a while, until you’re interrupted by March’s aggressive knocking on the door outside.

“Dan Heng?!” she yells. “Have you seen [Name]?! They said they would help me choose which photos look best on my wall!”

You and Dan Heng release each other, your hands still on the other’s arms as you lock eyes once more.

“Thank you.” Dan Heng smiles at you, before ushering you towards the door.

You open the door to find March standing with her hands on her hips, an annoyed look on her face. You smile apologetically at her.

“There you are!” she exclaims. “Of all the places you could be, of course you had to be in the Archives! Wait…what were you doing in the Archives…?”

“No reason!” you reply as you swerve around her and make your own way over to her room to avoid any further questions.

March eyes Dan Heng suspiciously before dropping the subject and running after you. Dan Heng chuckles and shuts the door, the blush still visible on his now content face.

A day has passed since your time with Dan Heng in the Archives. The Astral Express crew are preparing to make the journey to Penacony and you decide to go see Dan Heng again.

You knock on the door to the Archives.

“Who is it?” Dan Heng’s voice calls out from inside. Thankfully, he sounds much less tired today, though you do notice a slight panic in his voice.

“It’s me, [Name], again!” you answer.

“Ah,” You hear Dan Heng sigh. “y-you can come in.”

You worry slightly about the uneasiness in his voice, but you open the door and walk inside, shutting it behind you.

“Is everything alri—” you can’t finish your sentence after spotting Dan Heng in his Vidyadhara form standing in the middle of the Archives.

You have to catch yourself from falling when he turns around and makes eye contact with you - those bewitching aqua eyes causing you to forget where you even were for a moment.

“Yes, everything’s alright.” Dan Heng answers your unfinished question. “I just…wanted to take a closer look at myself, I suppose.”

“Uh-huh…” the voice in your head screams at you to act normal but you find yourself unable to pull yourself out of the trance Dan Heng has put you in. For the second time, you’ve been left unable to concentrate due to Dan Heng’s unreal beauty. It’s getting ridiculous at this point.

“These clothes are different to what he used to wear.” Dan Heng speaks quietly with a shameful tone, as if he’s isn’t proud of what he’s currently wearing.

You slowly walk towards him.

“I think your clothes are very beautiful.” you confess.

Dan Heng exhales loudly, a ghost of a laugh escaping his lips. Your eyebrows furrow at this - does he think you’re joking?

Your eyes fixate on the lotus-shaped window on the back of his clothing, showing off the pale skin of his back. You never would have imagined the reserved Dan Heng, who never showed any skin before, wearing something like this, with so much of his body revealed, but you loved it.

Now standing right behind him, you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and benignly gliding your fingertips across the visible skin on his back. Dan Heng’s breath hitches, he whips his head around and stares at you, eyes wide open. You pull your hand away, apologising quickly. Dan Heng breaks eye contact, putting his hand on his chest to feel the exposed skin.

“I don’t know if he would like what I’m wearing…” he states shamefully.

“Who? Dan Feng?” you ask, slightly confused.

Dan Heng winces at the name. You glance down at his outfit, then back up at his eyes. You sympathise with him - he seems truly affected by his previous incarnation and it hurts you to see Dan Heng so perturbed.

You reach your hand out again, this time interlacing it with his that’s on his chest. You could very faintly feel his heart pulsing, taking a step closer to him.

“Who cares about what he thinks?” you say softly. “You have your own identity, Dan Heng.”

You lean closer to him, resting your forehead against his. You watch him close his eyes, hearing him take a deep breath and feeling the warm air brush your face as he breathes out.

You placed your free hand on his slim waist, slowly tracing it down his hips before bringing it back up. You silently take in his beauty, relishing the closeness to him.

“You’re beautiful, Dan Heng.” you whisper.

His breath shakes when he inhales, opening his eyes to meet yours.

“I’ll always be by your side,” you move your head so your lips are right next to his ear. “I promise.”

You press a soft kiss onto his ear, noticing the way it twitches slightly in sensitivity. Dan Heng leans in and rests his head against your shoulder. Your heart running a marathon at this point, you press another delicate kiss onto his temple.

Suddenly, Dan Heng giggles and places his hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.

“You seem to be enjoying this.” he teases, his voice muffled.

You laugh in embarrassment and Dan Heng pulls back to admire you. This time, you cup his face with both hands.

“You know, when I first saw you like this,” you began. “I nearly fainted from how hot you looked.”

Dan Heng’s expression changes to that of slight shock, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head.

“I mean- how handsome you looked!” you stammer, quickly correcting yourself as Dan Heng giggles.

“I’m flattered.” he replies, his eyes turning into little crescent moons from how hard he was smiling.

“I’m just saying, I didn’t care about Dan Feng. All I cared about was you and how beautiful you were.” your words laced with love and adoration as Dan Heng gazed at you, taking in every word.

“All I could think about when we were apart was you. How much I missed having you by my side and I just couldn’t wait to get back on the Express to see you again.”

“You sound like you just came back from war!” Dan Heng laughs.

“It feels like I have!” you enthuse, joining his laughter. “I’ve been away from you for too long!”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” he teases, calming down from the happiness.

You find yourself, FOR THE THIRD TIME, getting lost in his oceanic eyes, cherishing the ethereal blue colour they are from the blue light on the floor of the Archives. With him looking this perfect, you can’t stop yourself from asking:

“Can I kiss you?”

Dan Heng’s eyes widen, the blush on his cheeks getting more intense.

“Y-Yes…” he stutters out.

Without wasting a second you dive in; pressing your lips against Dan Heng’s like he holds the oxygen to supply your dying lungs. He lets out a small whimper at the sudden contact which eggs you on further. His hands roam your body before eventually latching onto your waist, clamping down on the fabric of your clothing.

His lips are soft, just as you imagined. You feel his slightly fanged canine teeth gently prick your bottom lip, mentally smirking at the sensation. In return, you lightly swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, almost trying to provoke him. Again, he lets out another quiet sound of desperation and you grin against his mouth.

Despite your yearning for the man, you don’t want to overwhelm Dan Heng by being too passionate, so after a while you pull back, admiring his face that’s now been painted pink. He laughs giddily, pulling you back into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Thank you for staying with us.” you tell him, sincerity filling your tone.

There’s a brief silence, and then…

“Thank you for letting me come back.”

[freddie-77-ao3]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

These are just the first coming to mind that I've listened to recently, but:

Janie's Got A Gun - Aerosmith

Back To The Old House - The Smiths

The Pantaloon - Twenty One Pilots

Snuff - Slipknot

Daylily - Movements

Just gonna tag for this, but

@shelfthe-reader @shuutingstar

@ebony-reine-vibes @gracefulchristiangirl

@irishskeptic @ashthenerdtheythem

@riordanverseaddict @padfoot-lupin77

@auroraofthesun1 @jg-ggw

[yakdee]

#holy shit rae! #how did you do this with the coloring? #how?????? #how did you pull out all that purple??? #i'm amazed #please rain just be saying the most romantic shit #and payu loses his mind every single time#i see why payu is obsessed ngl #payurain #love in the air

@negrowhat to answer your question about the coloring for this set — i was fighting for my life lol the end result is the product of many editing layers and a couple of color remapping filters that came in clutch when i was just about to give up lol my settings are under the cut if you or anyone else is interested in the process

and i wholehearted agree with the rest of your tags — rain truly has a way with words when it comes to expressing his feelings for payu, especially during these intimate moments. i know we joke about rain being a chatterbox (which is true lol), but he says things in the most genuine and matter-of-fact way that it's no surprise that payu is always fixated on his lips when he's speaking. it's like the words that come out of rain's mouth hold the keys to all of the mysteries in the universe and payu can't risk missing a single one

brightness/contrast (screen, 100% opacity); selective color (reds +29, +7, -16, -5 & magentas +10, -5, +20, 0); color lookup 1 (3DLUT File, Soft_Warming.look)

color lookup 2 (Device Link, Smokey)

levels (25, 1.00, 255)

selective color (reds 0, -10, +15, -2); vibrance (+40, 0); color balance (midtones 0, 0, +15); hue/saturation (magentas +75, -14, 0)

i'm sure there is a more efficient way to get this result, but this is what i came up with

[ebonywebcamz]

Mesmerized by the beauty of @ellietheempress_ ✨ Follow my tumblr for a collection of stunning ebony babe models that will inspire you! #EbonyGlam #ModelInspo

[canine-teethed-sheets]

last one,,,,,, draw,,,,,, draw rizz and critter!!! :D

uses dad beam on rizz /j

( he ordered one of his followers to find a gas mask for him! or either he commissioned it from somewhere, that works too djsjd )

[pepperonidk]

ummm helloo

So i saw your post asking for angst wrecks, i present you this

and pretty much any oneshot in my masterlist cuz angst is what i write

LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK MY ASKS ARE OPEN

- eboni

OH MY GOD HISTORICAL AU ANGST???? i will be reading this and your whole masterlist TONIGHT then immediately CRYING in your asks

[panksage]

I can never decide what’s my headcanon on how or if my durge and Astarion run into each other in the past so I did a little non-binding joke comic based on that ancient viral weather boy video.

Poor Astarion didn’t try to kidnap children for Cazador to drain for 30-40 years after this. So overall you can say Ebony Darkness D’urge has been a net positive impact on Baldur’s Gate’s society, minus the… many, many murders, resurgence of the cult of Bhaal and a religious hoax.

✨I’m also doing comms now to help with my rent, so check it out! ✨