#i have so many pics in this same vein

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Miami Grand Prix - FP1 - Logan Sargeant

[somegrumpynerd]

I have too many things I wanna draw I need like 6 weeks off from work and also eating and sleeping

[aerynwrites]

It's About The Chase

Halsin x Fem!Reader

A/N: FINALLY finished this halsin pic I've been working on for the past like month lmao. a huge shout out to @princessbatears @hdlynnslibraryand @maybegefor being the pushes I needed to finish it! I hope you all enjoy! <3

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT! Hunter/Prey Kink, halsin is chasing reader through the forest lol, P in V sex, cream pie, cock warming, marking, biting, rough sex, soft sex, fluff, slight aftercare, cuddling.

Summary: You and Halsin have been together for sometime now, so when Halsin approaches you and asks you to partake in a Ritual custom of his people to further your relationship...who are you to deny him?

Orange embers add to the number of stars in the night sky before flickering out of existence against the blanket of night.

The fire roars fierce before you; orange, yellow, and red tangling together in a dangerous dance to the euphony of songs around you.  Your heart races, blood thrumming through your veins like a raging river.  The heat from the flames only adds to the heat bubbling beneath your skin, making the fingers dragging across its surface seem startlingly cool in contrast. 

You look down at your friend, Avella, as she drags her fingers down the length of your arm in mesmerizing patterns, leaving a shimmering trail of golden paint in their wake. You watch in fascination as the liquid coats her finger tips, dripping in a glimmering trail down the back of her hand before she moves to retrieve more from the bowl at her feet. 

You’ve only ever bared witness to this ritual once, Halsin wanting you to see it before committing to it with him, and while you remember it being just as intriguing, it feels…different, now. 

Now that it’s happening to you. 

Avella, one of your closest friends, had helped you prepare for the ritual just earlier. The golden paths she is painting now, are a continuation of the ones that snake beneath the simple white dress adorning your body.  

You look across from you to see Halsin garnering the same treatment, except the paint adorning his skin is a crimson red, appropriately matching the tattoos inked into him. The only thing that separates you from one another are the flames, making him flicker in and out of view as the fire laps at each new log added to it. 

But even from this distance you can see the way he looks at you. See the way his eyes darken with hunger. The way his shoulders tense and his fists clench from where they rest at his sides. 

He’s ready to pounce. A predator with his prey in sight but just out of reach. 

At least for now. 

You can feel your breathing speed up,  becoming shallow, chest rising and falling quicker as Avella finishes her artwork and the harmony of songs and drums alike come to a complete stop around you.

One of the elders, a druid you’ve only met on occasion, comes to stand in front of the fire, between you and Halsin. He speaks in an old language, one you don’t understand before slipping back into common. Yet, even then, the words do not reach you. 

The elder speaks eloquently about tonight's ritual, describing everything Halsin had already prepared you for. 

This ritual is a sacred one, that you know. Halsin, like many druids, believed that life, like nature, is a fluid thing. Not to be bound to one person or place or thing in one's life. Yet, this very practice seemed to contradict that very principle. You still had lingering questions, one that Halsin promised would be answered come the end of tonight. 

Because, by the end of the night you would be Halsin’s, and he would be yours. Completely and wholly, under the watchful eye of Silvanus himself, you and Halsin would become one with the natural world he holds so dear, cementing one another as an inseparable part of each other's existence. 

You only realize the elder had ended his prayers by the low blow of a horn, and the steady reverberation of the drums picking up once more. Your eyes dart from where you had been staring off, to your partner across the fire, his brows drawn in slight concern at your hesitance. 

That’s right…you must run. 

And so you do.

Turning on your heel, you take off into the forest behind you, the moss and fallen leaves surprisingly springy beneath your bare feet as you dash deeper into the trees embrace. 

The singing grows louder behind you at the start of your retreat, but as you put distance between yourself and the others, the sounds grow softer, quieter – muffled by nature until the only thing you can hear is your own breathing, the blood rushing in your ears, and the rustle of foliage beneath your feet. 

Only then do you pause, not knowing how far you’ve gone or where you’re even going. It’s then that Halsin’s words echo in your mind, your eyes slipping close as you try to reign in in your excitement, your panic. 

“You mustn’t let your mind get the better of you. It will be dark, unfamiliar, but you know where to go. Find the tree.”

You wring your hands together nervously, worry evident in your features. “What if I can’t find it? What if – what if I fail?”

Halsin smiles softly, reaching out to take your hands in his own, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. 

“You will not fail. Even if you cannot find the tree…the oak father will guide you.”

With a deep breath, you open your eyes once more, taking in your surroundings as quickly, but as efficiently as possible. Halsin was right, this place is utterly unfamiliar to you. A forest he’s lived in for most of his life, yet you have never truly seen before. Yet another advantage in his favor. 

Another breath. 

He believes in you, he trusts you. You wouldn’t be here otherwise. So, with one last steadying breath you turn slowly in place – listening, looking, feeling…until you see it. 

It would have been almost impossible to see just moments ago, dark clouds shrouding the moon’s light. But just as you turn, there is a break in the sky, the celestial light making the silvery underbellies of oak leaves that sprout from branches that tower above the rest, glint at you.

“The heart of the forest. That is your goal,” Halsin’s voice rings in your ears again. 

You smile, heart leaping with triumph as you take off at a sprint once more, all while sending up a silent prayer to Silvanus for guiding your way. 

– – – – – – – – – – 

Despite seeming to know the way you need to go, you continuously doubt yourself. The forest all looks the same, the trees too similar, the sounds never changing, and it feels like you’ve not made any progress towards the heart of the forest. 

The branches whip past you, brushing against your face and arms, surely leaving behind evidence of their assault, but you couldn’t care less. Despite the rush of anxiety and primal flight coursing through you, there’s also...a thrill. A thrill like you’ve never felt before. A thrill that makes you giddy as you continue your race. And it only seems to intensify as you hear the distance sounds of a pursuer in the distance. 

The chase has begun.

Without thought, you move faster. Feet digging into the earth beneath you, arms pumping faster, breathing harder. You will succeed. You will not fail. Not tonight.

And once again, as if the Oak Father himself heard your earlier prayers, the forest around you changes for what feels like the first time. Endless trees give way to a small clearing; an iridescent, bubbling stream running through it, separating you from more forest on the other side. 

You come to a pause at the stream's edge, mind racing with what to do. But each second matters. Each breath matters. 

One. 

Your mind races with information that Halsin has told you about his hunts. 

Two.

A branch cracks in the distance as your eyes scan the water. 

Three.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you step into the stream, the water splashing around your ankles. 

Four. 

Tracks…you have to leave tracks. 

Five.

The mud squishes between your toes as you emerge on the other side of the river. One step, another, and another -

Six. 

You hear footsteps now, clear as day as the massive bulk of your partner crashes through the woods. 

Seven. 

Quickly, you dart back into the stream, rushing in the opposite direction of the heart of the forest before moving to crouch behind a large boulder in the water, your dress tugging at you with the movement of the current. 

Eight.

This breath you don’t release, as Halsin burst from the tree line, pausing at the edge of the stream just as you had. 

You watch silently, blood rushing in your ears as you peer around the edge of your hiding place. Halsin is breathing just as hard as you were, and even from here you can see the sheen of sweat adoring his skin, the moonlight reflecting off him. His eyes scan the water before they pause. Quickly, he makes his way through the water, kneeling on the other side where you exited the water. He follows them with his gaze carefully until they disappear back into the water in the opposite direction. From this distance, you can’t be sure, but you think you catch him smiling. 

“Using the water to hide your tracks…” his voice is almost lost to the bubbling stream, but you manage to hear him. “Clever, girl.”

His words send a pang of arousal through you, and you have to cling to the boulder to fight the urge to reveal yourself, but you manage. You stay in place and watch as Halsin stands to his full height once more and takes off jogging upstream, until he’s out of sight within the trees. 

You wait a few moments longer, and then just a moment more before leaving your hiding place and darting out of the water and back into the forest’s sanctuary. You see the towering top of the sacred tree, closer now than you ever hoped, and you know - you know, you’re going to make it. 

And you do. 

Somehow this last push to the end feels quicker than the rest. The forest doesn’t feel endless, time doesn’t feel like it’s dragging on. In fact, the closer you get, it feels as if a warmth flows through you, a calm you haven’t felt since the night started. And as if on cue, you burst from the trees once more into an awe-inspiring sanctuary. 

You understand now, why this place is called the heart of the forest - a huge clearing cut naturally in the middle of this vast place. The air is cooler here, a light breeze rustling the fabric of your simple gown as you come to a stop at the edge of the trees, your breath coming in quick deep breaths as you are finally able to stop running. If just for a moment. 

Your eyes trail over the space, catching instantly on the fireflies dancing through the air, blinking in and out of existence as they fly. With slow reverent steps, you make your way closer to your goal, standing tall and unmoving at the center of the clearing. 

The Sacred Tree. 

It stands silhouetted against the night sky, a looming presence that towers hundreds of feet above you, its base thick and imposing as roots sprawl out in a vast network from its center. 

With as much care and reverence you are able, you pick your way over the roots, trying to memorize every detail of this magnificent place. After a moment you even notice another stream bubbling steadily into a small pool at the base of the tree, sparkling with moonlight and calling to you. 

Soon, you kneel next to the pool, hands dipping into the water, dissipating your reflection on the surface. You lean down, bringing your cupped hands up to your lips as you take small sips. You nearly moan at the cool liquid cascading over your tongue, quenching the intense thirst you didn’t even know you had. It even tastes…sweet, like fresh honeysuckles in spring, or the faint sweetness of honeydew. 

You stay at the edge of the pool for a long few moments, taking slow sips and deep breaths before finally standing back to your feet. As you do, your eyes trail over yourself, astonished to find that the paint adorning you has stayed intact, not even the dirt or branches rubbing it off.  

Your dress is another matter however, the garment showing clear evidence of your traipse through the woods. Tugging at the hem of the piece of cloth, you send a small smile to the tree above you. 

“I suppose it’s a reasonable sacrifice, a dress for…”

For what exactly?

While Halsin had told you the basics of the ritual, and the things that were to come, you can’t help but feel like you still don't understand the cultural importance of this sacred rite. 

And you don’t have time to wonder, for just as you step closer to the tree, the world around you spins uncontrollably as familiar strong arms wrap around you and rough bark meets your back as you are pressed up against the imposing trunk. 

You didn’t even hear him approach, his steps surprisingly silent for a man of his size. But he’s here now - he’s here and wasting no time as his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his hands gripping you wherever he can. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he presses you further into the tree behind you, fisting the delicate white fabric of your dress in his need to get impossibly closer to you.

“Halsin-” his name leaves your lips in a gasp, barely able to pull away from him before he’s dominating you once more. 

Your mind cannot even keep pace with what’s happening, Halsin’s presence cutting off any and all logical thought you may have. The only reprieve you get is when his lips leave your own only to leave a trail of messy kiss down your jaw and lower, one of his hands sliding up to cradle your jaw and expose the line of your neck to him as he continues to explore you. 

Blunt teeth nip at the delicate skin of your neck and you can’t stop the whimper that slips past your lips, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders as he continues his assault. You’re so absorbed in him, in the way he presses against you and mouths at your skin that you don’t even notice his hands as they move to take hold of the gauzy neckline of your dress.

You’re only able to utter a gasp of his name as he tears the thin fabric clean down the center. The threads rip easily under his grip, snapping and popping until it hands In tatter remains on your shoulders. You’re barely able to take in another breath, before calloused palms cradle your cheeks, and for the first time since he’s found you are you able to truly see him.

The sight nearly takes you to your knees. 

He towers over you, pupils blown wide with lust as he drinks you in. His shoulders heave with labored breaths, sweat damp skin glistening in the light of the moon. He looks like a god, cut and carved from stone before you. 

Halsin has always been an attentive lover, and at times you would even describe him as tame. Always doting on you, putting your pleasure first and handling you with the delicacy of a newly blossoming rose petal.

Not now. 

The man that stands before you, clutching you in his hands, fingers pressing into the base of your skull, is nothing more than the beast he always tries to contain. yet, even now you can sense a moment of hesitation in him, restraint. A moment you know won’t last - nor do you want it too. 

“I’ve found you, my heart,” he says, voice nothing but a low rumble in his chest. “I’ve found you, and I intend to make you mine. Wholly and completely with no one but Silvanus as witness and I…I cannot promise gentleness. Not tonight.”

He didn’t ask, not out right - but you know he’s asking. As much as he wants this - wants you - you know he would back down if you so much as hesitated. He would take his hands from you and walk away and never hold any ill-intent towards you. 

But you want this. You want this more than you ever could have imagined. Halsin unrestrained and untempered…

You want him to devour you.

You nod resolutely, hands sliding up his arms to rest upon his wrists. 

“You’ve found me,” you tell him, voice but a whisper as you squeeze his wrists, inviting him imperceptibly closer. “So, claim your prize.”

The only response Halsin offers is a growl as he dives back in, his lips crashing against yours in a mess of teeth and tongue and you don’t dare refuse him when he pushes past the seam of your lips to explore you further. 

Halsin makes quick work of the remnants of your dress, tugging the tattered fabric from your shoulders to let it pool at your feet. Once free from it, you reach up and cling to his shoulders as he divests himself of his own clothing before his hands come to grip at your thighs lifting you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. 

From this position, you can feel the heat of him against your inner thigh, hard and just as eager as you are. A fact he is more than aware of as he brushes up against you, groaning into your mouth as he feels your wetness against him. 

“I knew you would be ready for me,” Halsin says, his lips brushing against your jaw as he moves to press faint kisses to the skin there. “I could smell you even back at the stream.”

You pause at his words, surprise coloring your pleasure and Halsin laughs, breath warm against your sweat damp skin. 

“Oh, yes,” he whispers, “I knew you were there. placing fake tracks, hiding…”

He presses you further back into the tree, the bark bringing a pleasant sting of pain to the pleasure building in your belly as he lines himself up. 

“Why…” you trail off, words choked out into a whimper as he finally - finally - presses into you, inch by agonizing inch.

Halsin lets out sinful sounds of his own, grunts and sighs that make you quiver in his hold as he continues to fill you until his hips are flush against you own and you feel so full that you might burst. 

“Because,” he breaths, nipping quickly at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, “It’s about the chase. The hunter and his prey-” he grinds his hips into you, eliciting a moan from you that would have made yo blush in any other circumstance. “It’s the catch that makes it worth it.”

Halsin emphasizes his words with one swift movement, pulling out of you before thrusting forward to the hilt once more, as stars burst behind your eyelids. No more words are said as he sets a devastating pace. Anything you do try to say slipping from your mind like warm honey as he drives into you. 

With Halsin, there’s usually build up. He’s a man who loves to play with you, wring out your pleasure in the most torturously pleasurable way he knows how. Tonight, however, there is none of that. And you thank the gods above that you found the chase itself so exhilarating, because even with how ready you were, how eager you are for him - the size of him is bordering on overwhelming. 

Yet you can’t find it in you to truly care. 

All you can do is clutch helplessly at his shoulders and back, nails digging into taut skin as your legs wrap around his waist in an effort to pull him even deeper inside you. 

It feels as if he just started touching you and you can already feel that familiar tug deep in your belly, arousal burning bright as he continues his furious pace. But you also notice a falter in his rhythm, his hips stuttering ever so slightly as you assume his own end approaches. 

“Halsin-” his name falls from your lips in a whimper, hands moving to tangle in his hair as he comes back up to claim your lips once more. 

You expect him to acknowledge your silent plea or agree and tell you he’s close too, but you should know to not expect anything tonight. instead, your surroundings blur around you. Your back leaves the rough bark of the tree in a blink and soon, up becomes down and cool moss meets your knees as warm hands meet your back and before you can even take another breath Halsin has you on your hands and knees before him as he presses into you once more. 

You can’t stop the cry that falls from your lips, this position letting Halsin even deeper into you, allowing him to touch places that make it feel like magma runs through your veins. 

“Oh, gods…”  you moan, eyes squeezing shut as your fingers dig helplessly into the soft ground beneath you. 

“No,” Halsin growls, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair as he moves to lean over you, surrounding you in him. “There are no gods here, not now.”

His words and the combination of his cock buried so deep inside you at this new angle catapults you over the edge. You come with a cry of Halsin’s name on your tongue. 

Your lover helps you through your high, his thrusts growing more erratic until he too finishes with animalistic grunts as he spills himself inside of you. 

You still struggle for air beneath him, chest heaving in the aftermath of your orgasm, that it takes you a moment too long to realize that warm hands are tugging at your hips. A small whine slips past your lips when Halsin pulls himself from you, and it’s then as he rolls you onto your back and leans down to capture your lips in a much more tender kiss than before, that you realize he’s still hard. His release doing nothing to satiate the need coursing through him. 

“I love you, my heart,” Halsin says as he pulls away from you to nose at your temple. “You have given me a gift, this night - a gift I do not think I will ever have words enough to repay you.”

Then, for the first time tonight do you truly seem him. He’s pull away from you slightly, just enough so he is able to look upon your face, and you can seem him clearly. His eyes glisten with emotion, vulnerability and utter devotion swimming in pools of hazel. You take this instant to take your lover in, commit this reverent moment to memory as your eyes flit over his face and lower. From the scars cutting through his brow to his tousled hair. To the paint that adorns him - the paint that now lies muddled against his bronze skin, red mixing with your gold. A visual representation to anyone who sees that you two are bound to one another. 

Your hands slide up his arms, fingers dancing across his shoulder before finally coming to cradle his face - your heart fluttering when he leans into your touch. 

“Then show me,” you whisper, puling him into another searing kiss.

His lips are hot against your own, yet despite the sureness of his movements there’s just a hint of tenderness there. A familiar warmth that encompasses you as he touches you once more. 

His hands are firm against your skin, squeezing and gripping and pulling you tighter to him, but gone is the pure urgency that was just moments ago.  Halsin is all consuming - he always is - but now it’s as if he is taking up every part of your existence. 

Solid arms wrap around you, holding you to him as he slots himself in the cradle of your hips. The familiar scent of him seems to envelop you whole as he presses himself further against you - sandalwood, sage and  moist earth after a spring rain. He breaks away from your lips only to nose at your temple, and you take this moment to breath him in, your hands sliding up his back in an effort to pull him closer. 

Halsin sighs against you, warm breath ghosting over your ear as he shifts his hips, pressing into you once more. He moves to kiss you once again as you take him, swallowing the moans that bubble from your chest until his hips meet yours.

He stops, then, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against your own, as he allows you both pauses to bask in one another completely. You, for one, are grateful for the small reprieve, the moment becoming completely overwhelming in a new way. 

You and Halsin have lain together more times than you’re able to count, each time never ceasing to take you to new heights, but this…this feels as if you’re seeing him for the first time - being with him for the first time. 

He holds you to him in a reverence you never thought possible from a man, cradling you with a delicacy that makes your chest tight with emotion. He presses featherlight kisses to your brow and then your lips once more before he finally moves. 

And it’s as if the heavens open up above you. 

Ecstasy burns through your veins with each push and pull of his hips, as if you can feel every vein and ridge of him inside you. He sets a steady pace, but nothing like the hurried fucking he gave you earlier. No…this was slower, more measured, as if he never wants this night to end. 

“I love you.”

The words are a mere whisper against your cheek as Halsin moves, his hips pressing deep into you forcing you into the soft moss beneath you as he tries to mold himself further into you. 

“I love you, my heart,” he says again, voice strained. “I have never felt…” he trails off voice going soft before he picks up again. “I am bound to you, body and soul. And by the Oak Fathers grace I will never be parted from you. Not if…If you’ll have me.”

His words make your heart flutter, tears burning at the back of your eyes as you turn your head to look at him, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair once more. 

“I would have no one else,” you tell him solemnly, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.”

At your acceptance, your reciprocation of his vow, Halsin shudders in pleasure above you. With one arm still wrapped snugly around you, his other hand trails down, over your hip coming to rest at the back of your knee only to tug it quickly over his hip, changing the angle and allowing him to slide deeper inside you. 

The cry that falls from your lips in nothing short of erotic, his name falling from your lips in a jumbled prayer as his pace speeds up, bring you both closer to the climax you feel burning in your belly. 

Gone are the sounds of nature that greeted you when you first entered this sacred place. Now the only sounds that meet your ears are your lovers groans of pleasure in your ear and the blood raring in your veins. His skin slides against your own, damp with sweat and swirled in gold and red as the paint so delicately applied to you both now mixes together. 

Halsin’s thrusts become erratic, and a wave of golden light washes over him as he ruts against you. He pulls your hips closer to him, and you wrap your legs around him obediently as the hand that was supporting you comes up to cup your jaw, titling your head up and away, presenting the delicate expanse of your throat to him.

You catch the familiar flash of druidic magic in his eyes through your lashes, and you know he’s fighting the beast, holding it back as he lowers his head down, lips brushing the underside of your jaw as he thrusts into you again, harsher this time. 

“You are mine,” he growls, voice octaves lower than his usual deep timbre. 

“Yours,” You relent, voice a whispered plea into the night air. 

The only warning you receive is another harsh thrust of his hips, this one making him reach so deep inside of you that you see stars as his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, breaking skin and sending you to another plane of euphoria you’ve never experienced before. Moans and cry of pleasure spill from your lips as you come, nearly sobbing as Halsin follows you over the precipice once again, pressing himself into you fully as he fills you. 

With ears ringing and heart racing, you almost don’t hear the soft call of your name, Halsin’s lips placing delicate kisses to your cheeks and lips, drawing you closer to coherency as gently as he can. 

He has not separated from you - the forest floor still at your back as he presses his weight comfortingly against your front, brushing errant strands of hair from your face.

“I love you,” you finally say, voice raw. 

When you speak, Halsin lifts himself from you slightly, bringing one hadn’t up to stroke at your hair affectionately, eyes brimming with emotions you can’t yet place. 

“And I you,” he says, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss. 

After a few quiet moments, Halsin takes you into his arms once more and rolls so he is on his back with you resting against his chest, never separating himself from you in the process. 

His heart beats strong beneath your ear, his chest rising and falling in long even breaths, and if it weren’t for his fingers tracing patterns up and down your spine, you’d think he’d fallen asleep. 

Neither of you speak for a long while, using the silence to bask in one another’s presence, your mind still reeling from your experience. the silence is only broken when you hear the faint call of song birds and you see the barely there streaks of grey tinting the horizon beyond the trees. 

You sit up turning your head and wincing at the tinge of pain that accompanies the movement. a hand comes up to touch the spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and your suddenly reminded of the mark Halsin left behind. 

His hand comes up to cover your own, calloused fingertips tracing over the bite gently, and you look down to see concern tugging as his brow. 

“I’m sorry, my heart, I lost myself-”

“Will it scar?” You cut him off, turning your hand to lace your fingers with his own. 

Halsin pauses at your question, lips tugging downward. “I can make sure it will not-”

You shake your head, leaning down to capture his lips in a quick kiss, pulling back to stare into familiar hazel eyes. 

“Don’t.” you say. “Leave it. I…like the idea of it. But I…” you trail off, your courage waning. 

Halsin’s other hand comes up to card through your hair, urging you to face him again.

“Speak freely here,” he encourages. 

You nod, sliding one hand up to run your fingers over the spot on his neck that mirrors your own.

“I’d like you to bear a similar mark.”

Halsin smiles, pulling you down to him so your lips are a mere hairsbreadth away.

“You are mine just as much as I am yours, my heart.”

You smile.

You could get used to that. 

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Best Laid Plans

Summary: Y/N has a plan to torment Jensen a little. But we all know what they say about the best laid plans.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: It's just smut. 😁 Teasing. Sexting. Slightly dom!Jensen & sub!reader. Semi-public nudity. Orgasm denial (sorta). Masturbation. (sorta). Dirty talk.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: So, I've been planning on writing something with this picture since it was released during JibCon 14. I have no idea what he was talking about, thinking about, or what was being discussed at this moment. So, context has been completely removed in deference to my lust-filled, trash-heap mind. So...enjoy, I hope! 😁❤️

A/N 2: As always this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

Jensen Ackles RPF Master List || Main Master List

He had plans for you. So. Many. Plans…

You had been teasing him for hours and hours, sending him naughty pics that he tried to ignore, but simply couldn’t. He opened your latest text on stage, knowing it was going to be filthy, but incapable of waiting. He let Misha answer the question while he pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked open the text.

You could see him struggling not to react. 

The photo had been taken from above. That had been a bit tricky to rig up. You’d been afraid someone would come in and think you were some creep trying to take pictures of people in the bathroom. But you’d managed to get the shot without an audience. 

The shot in question was of you in a bathroom stall, leaning against the door. Your tight sweater was pulled up and you gripped one fleshy breast in your hand, squeezing hard. Your short skirt was lifted, hips thrust forward while your hand was buried in your panties. Your head was thrown back, a look of ecstasy on your face, as you touched yourself.

At the bottom, in pink puffy letters, were the words, “Thinking of You.”

From the front row you watched Jensen shift restlessly on the tall stool he sat on, discreetly adjusting his jeans. His gaze found you in the audience, and he leveled a steely look your way. The look said he had plans for you. So. Many. Plans.

It was such a long panel after that. That look had shifted the game between you two. Now it was you who couldn’t sit still, shifting and trying to subtly press your thighs together. Every once in a while, Jensen stared you down again with another heated look and your core muscles clenched and your stomach almost ached with want. 

You’d never felt so empty, you were desperate to have him fill you up, and by the time the panel ended you were practically panting. You rose with everyone as they left to go to photo ops with the boys. But when you walked out of the auditorium, Jensen was there.

People shouted out greetings and he smiled and gave them a wave, but he quickly ushered you down the hallway, his hand possessively resting on the small of your back and propelling you forward.

He pushed you into an empty conference room. It was much smaller than the hall you’d come from, but still spacious. But when Jensen clicked the lock on the door, it seemed to shrink to a very tiny space, consisting of only the two of you and the air you breathed.

Jensen turned to face you and that same look was back in his eye. You let out a nervous giggle, anticipation singing in your veins. 

“Did you like the pictures?” You asked coyly.

Jensen smirked and shook his head. “Think you’re pretty funny, don’t you, baby? Trying to distract me on stage? Make me stumble over my words? Make me fight to stay calm? To do my damnedest not to get a fucking hard on in front of everyone?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah, it was fun. You should have seen your face.”

That expression was back, the one that said he was going to ruin you; god knew your panties were already ruined.

Jensen tilted his head and a devilish smile curved the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t you recreate that last picture for me now?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jensen’s voice was low and demanding, “go lean against that wall and pose for me. Just exactly how you did in that bathroom.”

You shook your head. The point had been to make him hot and bothered so he wouldn’t wait, wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you stupid the second he was off stage.

You started to protest. “But I-”

“Now.” His voice didn’t get any louder, but it was firm and hard and brooked no argument.

With butterflies in your stomach you moved over to get into the pose. Nerves made your hands shake as you lifted your sweater up and slid down a bra strap so you could pull out your right breast. 

Suddenly you were wondering; how strong was that door lock? How many people had keys? 

God! What if they have cameras monitoring the room? You thought frantically. 

But despite those worries you did as Jensen said, raising your skirt and slipping your right hand into your panties as your left hand crossed your body to take your tit into your palm and squeeze. 

A soft cry fell from your lips as your sensitive nipples reacted to the pressure.

“Perfect.” Jensen said quietly.

He moved over to pull a chair out from one of the tables, and sat down on it, crossing his legs to rest his ankle on his other knee. He folded his arms over his chest and just stared at you for nearly a full minute. You began to tremble slightly under his scrutiny. 

“Jensen?” You asked softly, slightly confused with his plan now.

Jensen held a finger up to his lips. “Shh! No talking sweetheart. I want you to show me what you were doing in that stall. Touch yourself. Rub your clit and tug on your nipple.”

“But I thought, I mean I want you to fuck me.” Your voice was a whine.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “I know what you want, baby. But you spent all morning and afternoon teasing me, so you don’t deserve to be fucked just yet.” He nodded at you. “Now, do as I say.”

With a little whimper you followed his instructions, rubbing your middle finger in circles on your clit and tugging roughly on your breast. Your breath caught as you chased your high and your head thumped back against the wall as you panted out your need. 

You started to slip your finger into your opening, but Jensen shook his head. “No!” He barked out. “I didn’t say you could fuck yourself. I said to touch yourself.”

You moaned out your misery. “I’m so empty, Jensen, please. I need you, need your cock to fill me up.” Your hips fucked the air, as your finger twirled around your clit. 

"Aww, poor baby.” Jensen teased you with a wicked smile. “Are you uncomfortable? Can’t find satisfaction when you’re aching for it? That must be tough.”

You knew you deserved the torture for all your impish delights throughout the day, but you still whimpered as you continued the torment on yourself.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and you squeaked, pulling your hand out of your panties and starting to adjust your clothes, but Jensen held up his hand, finger raised. “Don’t even think about it. Stay the way you were.”

“Jensen!” You whispered loudly.

He shot you a look that said, “obey” and you could only comply, resuming your previous position.

Jensen walked to the door and opened it slightly. Thankfully you could stay hidden on the other side of it.

The person on the other side sounded rushed. “Jensen, you’re supposed to be at your photo ops. They’re waiting for you.”

Jensen nodded. “K, give me just a second.” He closed the door and walked towards you. He reached forward and pushed your hand aside to rub you through your panties. You bit your lip hard to keep from moaning.

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. But I want to see you in this exact position when I get back.”

Your eyes got round and wide. “What? You can’t leave me here like this!” You squeaked at him in a pseudo-whisper. 

But he ignored you. “If I come back and you’ve moved, I’ll make sure you don’t come for days, I promise you that.”

“Jensen.” You whined. The idea of being left in this room, half naked and waiting for him to come back, had your slick dripping down your inner thigh.

He took his hand away from you and then leaned forward to kiss you swift and hard. He trailed his lips across your jaw and then whispered into your ear, his breath hot. 

“Can’t let my naughty girl get away with anything, can I? Be good, be patient, and when I get back in an hour, I’ll bend you over that table and fuck you till you can’t walk.”

He pulled back to see your face, and then bent forward and licked your lips open, kissing you again, deeper and more lingering. Before you could really be satisfied with it though, he stepped back from you.

He gave his head a shake. “God, I fucking love you like this, sweetheart. All desperate and dripping, and just aching for my cock.” He groaned lightly. “Trust me, this is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.”

With that he spun away from you and walked out the door, leaving you there to try and figure out just how your plan had backfired so magnificently.

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[tokkiwrites]

fIRE NECTAR : Qu’est-ce que l’incassable ?

➛ in which the allure & danger of one man makes you question all but your heart.

ʕ•̫͡•ʔ c.w : 18+ joel miller x afab reader, fem reader, no outbreak au, mob boss joel (kind of), stalking themes, mention of cheating, alcohol, violence, some angst, age gap, mentions of infatuation, p in v sex unprotected, pet names, degradation, f and m receiving, knife play, mentions of blood, mentions of being pure. (the pic doesn't represent readers body, its there just for the aesthetics. lmk if i missed anything) not proofread

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'Perfect is a word lost at the bottom of wine bottles perfect is a foreign word, to me. you and i both have uncountable mistakesㅡ lost wars. i want to be your good, but I dont want to be what im not. I'd surrender my arms, I'd lose all fights.. for you.'

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everyone says you're lucky. lucky you have what most only dream ofㅡ You've been with your boyfriend for almost 5 years now. You two met when you were only 19, and he was 20. life has been great. You're even planning on moving in together on your 5th year anniversary, buying a pet, and spending more time together. you can't express the happiness you feelㅡ or felt, better said.

it's been six months. six grueling months that have kept you up wondering if this is what you really want, who you really want. it was all so peaceful until you met him.

enter Joel Miller, the man who beat the shit out af a creep who tried to touch you when you were out with your friends at a club. that happened six months ago. six months ago and a few hours. you'd been lying if you said seeing someone bloodied up because they wanted to protect you didn't pull at your heart.

your encounter with Joel was short and sweet, unfortunately. you told the officers at the scene he was the reason you turned out safe and that you think he's a nice man for that, scrunching up their nose as they tried to make sense of what you just said: Joel Miller a nice man? maybe when alseep, all though even in he sleeps, he's probably dreaming of destroying everything in his way.

Police prefer not to entangle with him. they did it many times, but when he hit 35, doing the same shit they gave upㅡ sort of making a pact for the sake of everyone's well-being. He was a nice man. Losing loved ones and years got to him, the wrong people got to him first, and so he built his own life climbing the steps of crime.

He was a nice man.

.

.

.

You hate it when you do this. You go outside more often than you did 6 months ago to that same spot ㅡ where you first and last saw him. you don't go at night, but after you finish work every day, hoping he's searching for you like you are for him. it's like a fix, and he's the drug, only you had no time to indulge into him.

only the image of his bloodied knuckles project onto your closed eyelids as you fall asleep.

ㅡ

As the neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets, you found yourself standing outside the club. Your heart raced as you pushed open the heavy doors, the bass thumping through your veins. "Hey, beautiful," a smooth voice whispered in your ear. You turned to see Joel, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity. "I've been waiting for you."

"I shouldn't be here, Joel," you protested weakly, torn between loyalty to your boyfriend and the magnetic pull of this dangerous man. He chuckled, a shadowed glint in his eyes. "But you couldn't stay away, could you?" You bit your lip, feeling the weight of his gaze like chains around your heart. "I need to leave," you said, but your feet refused to move.

"Liar." Joel urged, his voice low and persuasive. "Just one drink." Against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding, allowing him to lead you deeper into the pulsating club.

You swallowed hard, the guilt of betraying your boyfriend warring with the intoxicating thrill of being with Joel. "I can't do this," you whispered, but even as the words left your lips, you knew they were a lie. Joel's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

ㅡ

Before you could respond, the sound of your phone goes off, causing you to wake up. Your eyes shoot open, turning to see if your boyfriend is yet awake. his side is empty, only the wrinkles on the sheets remembering his presence.

As you reach for your phone, its vibrant screen illuminates the dimly lit room, casting shadows that dance across the walls. With a delicate touch, you unlock the device, revealing a text from your almost beloved:

── had to leave early, sorry for that, babe. Can't wait to see you tonight. Love you ❤️

The words, though tender, fail to dispel the lingering echoes of Joel's presence in your mind. Your brain flickers back to the dream and the moment you met Joel, its façade a beacon amidst the city's nocturnal.

The memory of Joel's voice, velvety and commanding, resonates in the recesses of your consciousness, a siren's call luring you into the depths of uncertainty. Despite your protestations, the tendrils of temptation coil around your resolve, entwining with the delicate fibers of loyalty that bind you to your partner. With each heartbeat, the dichotomy of emotions swirls within, a tempestuous maelstrom of desire and guilt, desire Joel, and guilt for the betrayal it entails.

his gaze, a smoldering ember amidst the darkness, kindles flames of longing that lick at the edges of your conscience. his eyes that cut like knives.

And yet, beneath the veneer of steadfast resolve lies a flicker of uncertainty, a gnawing doubt that whispers of the inevitability of succumbing to the intoxicating pull of his magnetism. In the depths of your soul, you grapple with the unsettling truth that the want you feel for Joel might stem from something deeperㅡ it was something carnal. It consumed you for so long.

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'About time you escaped, imprisoned isn't what I'd imagine you'd want your heart to be written upon.'

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.

Amidst the throng of pedestrians, a familiar silhouette emergedㅡ him. it felt like seeing an old friend. no, like finding an old toy that brought you joy. only that toy was stolen, which is why you had to hide it; hide it so good you had to forget about it.

With a jolt of recognition, your gaze locked with his, a fleeting moment suspended in the maelstrom of time. 'Will he recognize me?' Joel's eyes, obsidian pools that mirrored the depths of your soul, held a myriad of emotions: recognition, intrigue, and perhaps, a hint of longing. at least you hoped so. wanted so.

With a wistful smile, Joel broke the spell that bound you, his voice a melodic symphony amidst the murmur of the city. "Happy to see you're fine."

You returned his smile, a fragile facade that masked the tempest of emotions raging within. "Why wouldn'tI be?" you replied, your voice a whisper lost.

"I was honestly thinking something might have happened after that night...seeing that you almost always visit the club." he quirks his eyebrows. "nothing happened."

but it did. he ripped the heart out of you and kissed it goodbye all at once, leaving you to deal with it all whilst he carried on with his drug escapades and crime shenanigans. nevertheless, you smile, swallowing back your own thoughts as it seemed.

"I've been following you, y'know?" joel admits.

my, and what a strong grasp he has onto your heart right now.

"You'veㅡ seriously?" why did you sound happy? when joel tells someone this, their first reaction is to go wide-eyed and back out. but it is rare that he feels such a pull towards someone. someone like you. maybe you reminded him of when he was so untaintedㅡ the thought of danger strangling him to the point he couldn't help but give in. "Tell me why."

you've been caught. isn't this what you wanted?

"I- uhm...I don'tㅡ"

"Don't even bother lying. What would an angel like you want from someone-" joel steps closer. "like me." a sense of inevitability washed over you. you were reminded of the immutable truth.

The words, uttered with a conviction born of desperation. "It's you that i need." you can't believe your own courage. maybe you were just drunk on his scent.

they slip past your lips like a plea. absolution and complete submission, you surrendered. this was your god, the one you've prayed for all those nights when your boyfriend was fast asleep. it was wrong, but oh, how sweet, like honey wrong is.

you weren't scared to kick everything away for a mere second of this. just a touch of his fingertips. that's all. you found solace in that.

"Do you wanna go back to my place, sugar?"

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'Love is an apple, and i am the serpent forcing it down my throat.'

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rough, red, and raw. that's how his kisses were. he made no stop until he had you splayed over his bed. he was eating you with every stare, like a predator. you needed him to do something, dive into you. it was carnal.

"If you wanna stop, just say so, yeah?" joel causes you to look back up at him. nipping at your lower lip, you spread your legs further apart as to invite him further.

"I want you to hurt me, Joel." and how could he refuse you? you looked so pure and beautiful all spread under him, waiting for his command. "that so." and you whimper a pathetic 'mhm'.

"I never made you out to be this kinda girl, all though ㅡ" he retracts, reaching out into his back pocket to take out his switchblade. "I don't mind it." joel chuckles before yanking you up by your hair and pulling you to the ground. "Kneel." he commands. and you obliged, intoxicated from his presence alone. "This what you want? huh?" he asks, traching your neck with the tip of the knife as you shiver. "pathetic slut. forgot you've got a man at home?" he taunts "bet you've been dreamin' bout me stuffing you up with my cock, yeah?"

you nod, eager not to let him slip through your fingers. "Yeah.." he drags the kife down, cutting through your top, knicking your skin and exposing your breasts. the slight pain drowns you as you press your thighs together. "Look at that." he tuts, mocking as he drags the knife over the small cut to gather the blood, bringing it up to your mouth.

"lick" and lick you do, swirling your tongue around the blade, keeping eye contact as the metal aroma washed over your tastebuds. "atta girl. good little slut." joel chuckles as he proceeds to unbuckle his pants. "now imma let you suck my cock, butㅡ" after hes done freeing his shaft from his briefs he holds the knife up to the side of your neck. "if you stop I'll make sure you won't like it."

you weren't scared at all. maybe it was from all of the time you spent yearning that totally disrupted your sense of fearㅡ You wanted to make him proud and not regret what he'd done until now.

so you take his member into your mouth, slowly sucking on the tip before trying to take more. you lied if you said he wasn't huge, your jaw already hurting once you made it halfway. the knife was still digging at your skin, his eyes fixed on your every move. moving you head up and down, you felt as joels muscles tensed, his breath growing shallow as he snaked his free hand around your hair again.

"Just like that. yeah, keep doin' that.." tears well up in your eyes as your core tightness, still not dwelling on you that you're on your knees, sucking Joels dick whilst he holds you at knifepoint.

"ok, thats enough, angel-baby." he pushes you back, motioning you back onto the bed. " all fours."

"n-no.." You muster up. "What's that?" joel furrowed his brows. "Not all fours..wanna see your face." You stare up at him, and you swear you saw his gaze softened. "what the fuck are you doin' to me, girl..?" he laughs, pulling you up and placing you on the bed, the sheets enveloping you.

"been dreamin' about this, baby. look at you..." he groans, undressing your delicate skin. "you're a fuckin' dream." he trails kisses from your stomach to your knee and traces his nose back up to your lips before he crashes his onto them.

you cling onto that kiss, it awakes you from the deepest hole on earth, pulls you to the heaven, then plummets you down againㅡ you needed this.

joel breaks from the kiss, sitting like that for a second. he then traces his digits between your folds that dripped with desire. "so wet for me, angel. all f'me.."

"please, mmhg.." whining, you try to rub yourself onto his fingers, but he quickly slaps you again, this time on the side of your thigh. "don't be a greedy whore." he clicks his tongue before leaning down spreading your pussy lips as he does, blowing onto your sensitive clit. you jump and moan in frustration. "i know, baby, i know." he spreads your legs further, finally landing a soft and teasing lick between your folds. it doesn't take long for joel to go at it, sucking and licking at your cunt like theres no tomorrow, your desperate pleads to come only fueling him. "not yet, angel-baby." he gorans, picking himself up.

"please fuck me, Joel." you plead. "needy thing." and with that he lines himself up with your hole and eases in. your whole body vibrates as a sting spreads through you, and you squeeze around Joel. "fuckkㅡ so fuckin' tight." he moans before plunging straight into you. your tongue luls out, tears on the brink of your eyes as you cand only squeal out pathetic moans and incoherent blathers. "shitㅡ ! squeezing me so good, baby."

joel fucks into you harder and harder, the bed creaking whilst you let him take over you. he grabs your hips pushing himself even deeper into your cunt, groaning when you arch your back, breasts perking up. "fucking angel. my pure angel." ㅡ you can only moan and cry as you feel your orgasm approaching. desperately, you clench around his cock, sending joel into a frenzy.

"gonna come, baby?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." you don't know if you're crying because you feel too good or because of how long you've waited for this.

"go ahead, angel-baby." you writhe as the knots in your core begin to untie, shaking under joel whilst he fucks you through it. it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit, digging his nails through your thighs, gritting his teeth and moaning your name.

"gonna come soㅡ fukin' deep inside of you- shit!" he almost growls, and you not your head dizzy. "p-leasee...insideㅡ!" and you don't wait more than two more seconds as joel spills his warm seed inside, painting every inch of you. he leans down, leaving a tired kiss upon your forehead.

"thank you."

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'wandering companionless, I've finally found you.'

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⏜⃞♡⠀⠀🐰 hey, guyyyyssss, i honestly dont know what this is. It's kind of shitty but i wanted to try writing something more. i incorporated some verses of poems i wrote, so i hope you enjoyed it!!! love ya

[elvenbeard]

I'm a big fan of "discovering yourself through your blorbos" and man, if Vince didn't play a huge part in my own self-discovery and understanding and accepting myself more journey over the last 1.5 years I don't even know anymore xD So, in the same vein, here's a lil rambly headcanons post for Vince and his sexuality and gender!

I've continuously developed him over this time span too. Or I'd prefer to say, gotten to know him better, because at his core he is still the same guy with the same nice and shitty traits xD I just know more about him as a person now than I did when I first made him.

And like, it's funny. In the beginning I sort of had him in my head as a nonbinary person, but very quickly, while still walking through Arasaka Tower for the first time on the way to Jenkins, I realized like "nah, he is a guy and would make sure everyone has no doubts about it" xD It's the same with his attraction being exclusively towards men (and the first pic of him above has gotta be one of my faves I ever took of him ;__;)

But now lately (as in, over the course of a couple of months at least) I have been wondering and asking myself if maybe he's also somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. Because yeh, if you know him, he has had many flings and is not shy about telling someone that he likes him - but usually not in a romantic sense. Serious romantic relationships he's had two before meeting Kerry, and even those were off to a rocky start. Even with Kerry there was first only physical attraction and only has he properly got to know him, heard about his fears and there was a basis of trust and vulnerability established between them, he started to have romantic feelings. And so yeh! I'm not sure if he'd really put a concrete label on this specifically, because a lot of his chaotic relationships and inability to trust others easily also comes from his messy childhood, so he probably wouldn't be sure himself how to distinguish between both (I'm a bit unsure myself XD). But still, grey- or demiromantic could be something I would see for him, even if it's not as major of a part of his identity as being proudly trans and gay.

So yeh! Thank you for coming to my blorbo talk, and happy pride y'all, may your blorbos also help you understanding yourself better by understanding them better :3

[celestial-same-picverse]

This post is a centralized resource for all celestial same picverse blogs to use.

What is the celestial same picverse? It is a collection of blogs that post the same picture of a celestial object every day and a series of “mortals” that interact with these celestial blogs. Celestial bodies include the Earth’s Sun, Saturn, Halley’s Comet, the Adromeda Galaxy, and so on. There is a lot of roleplaying.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This blog is not the be-all-end-all to the celestial same picverse. Things will likely change, and I probably won’t keep up with it all because I am only a single person. Furthermore, feel free to ignore any advice or best practices I suggest here. This is a fun tumblr community, not a workplace. There are no rules.

If any blogs in the community have a comment or objection to something in my posts here, feel free to contact me!

If you are a new blog, please contact me if you want to be added to the list.

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Best practices: If you are going to post a picture of the same object everyday, you may want to set up a queue of pictures so you don’t forget to post a picture everyday. How to use the queue: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/231481827-Queued-Posts 

Many blogs in this community use the following tag:

# celestial same picverse

Welcome, and have fun!

My main blogs are @original-post-locator and @hygieiapides-the-vulgar.

@hateful-daystar is my celestial same picverse blog.

On occaison I will tag people for a “reblog deluge”, which are posts along the vein of “if this post gets 100 notes, I will clean my room. This specific list is for members of the celestial same picverse that don’t want to be tagged in these.

@same-pic-of-a-dictionary-daily

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@same-pic-of-mercury-everyday

@same-pic-of-venus-everyday

@same-pic-of-the-earth-everyday

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@same-pic-of-mars-everyday

@same-pic-of-jupiter-everyday

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@the-real-uranus

@same-pic-of-uranus-everyday

@same-pic-of-neptune-everyday

@steve-not-anon

@metal-frisbee

@earth-fan

@court-artist-under-the-stars

@not-10-salmon-in-a-png

@hateful-daystar

@same-pic-of-andromeda-everyday

@same-pic-of-halleys-comet

@same-pic-of-titan-every-day

@same-pic-of-callisto-everyday

@same-pic-of-eris-everyday

@same-pic-of-kepler-186f-everyday

@same-pic-of-haumea-everyday

@same-image-of-7-iris

@book-nonsie-not-anon

@same-pic-of-venus-every-day

@celestial-same-picverse

@same-pic-of-pluto-everyday

@same-pic-of-juno-everyday

@same-pic-of-polaris-everyday

@tomblrmartian

@same-pic-of-a-blackhole-everyday

@samepicofproximacentaurieveryday

@same-pic-of-the-stars-everyday

@alpha-centauri-everyday

@same-cosmic-cliffs-pic-every-day

@rose-nebula-always

@same-pic-of-makemake-everyday

@same-picture-of-europa

@the-real-earth

@same-pic-of-the-lagoon-nebula

@star-that-eats-the-sun

@same-earth-pic-everyday

@astrononymouss

@jupiter-fan

[ridhistory21]

Trailer analysis & helaemond theory-

I am sharing my whole trailer reaction after seeing everyone's opinion on Twitter and Tumblr so read fully before misinterpreting-

firstly lemme clearify that these two pics are not from same scenario. These two are quite different

this girl is not the one in left pic. Scenes are very much different. It's clear she's only in episode 1 as dancer, she is not Alys rivers or anyone else bc I saw many people claiming this stupid theory. This actress kika green already announced this.

Now this pic is very much gives vibes of aemma arryn as she was about to have a small comeback in s2 and this women gives Aemma more than Rhaenyra or Helaena and I seriously don't think this scene is supposed to be some hot sex scene.

It's very much Viserys & Aemma in someone's vision or dream. It can be anyone's vision or dream though whether it's deamon, Rhaenyra or Helaena.

Either it's deamon or someone else old checking on Rhaenyra whether she's fine or not. Or

Lemme prepare myself for worse😭 that it can be blood touching Helaena ( least expected but show runners said it's going to be worse and why least as girl in this looks more Aemma/Rhaenyra than Helaena in ep2 from pics)

I am not a top helaemond shipper, I like Rhaemond more than alysmond and Helaemond but 👀👀👀👀 there are very very slight chance for helaemond just trying to catch the dots from S1 & s2. -

Now again these two can be or very can be not from same scene, I am tired people thinking all these pics are from same scenes as they don't seem to, though they can be🤷🏻‍♀️

this pic of aemond lying in lap of someone can be very much brothel madame as people claim that mark on hands, yes my first reaction was this it has to be her but are we sure that she's the one going to fuck Aemond episode 1 or any other episode as that actress is there for 4 episodes in s2 and this scene can be very much from any episode

this is all what that brothel lady actress Michelle bonnard said about her role in s2 - " But more recently two amazing women, directing on the same series #HouseoftheDragons - the brilliant @clarekilner and @geetavpatel - and working with them, I thought fuck me - I love what these women do... and I got a bit naked. How do I feel about that? Who knows? But I had power, because the world is changing. ". She only said that she got bit naked now that means if -

she is going to have hard core sex with Aemond and Aemond is actually a milf lover

Or she is just warming up Aemond with affection and love who might not be in good mood

or ...... another theory is that is she going to have that kinda scene with only Aemond or someone else because -----

This actor Kieran bew is playing hugh hammer a dragonseed is also gonna be pervert who might be seen in silk Street and she posted alot of pics with him so....🤷🏻‍♀️

If she is for 4 or 5 episodes there then there are many chances to see this actress in alot of scenes of brothel. So that scene with Aemond can be with her in any episode or slight chance that there can be someone else.

Only slight chance why because that hand can belong to anyone, that vein or scar is not giving any extreme clue. Though I very much think it's gonna be that lady anyhow but how it's gonna happen we don't know.

Now why helaemond because just see-

That girl kika green is going to play in episode 1 as dancer and that's only possible for aegon's party for Aemond in cock inn on killing luc and it' almost confirmed that first episode we are going to see them celebrating and it's Aegon so whores are going to be there, him giving Aemond whores to fuck as a gift is very much Aegon thing.

Now my earlier thought was that this new girl is for aegon to get distracted, a plan by mysaria. That's the reason Aegon would be so pathetic as he fucked a random girl instead of staying with his wife and his kids that night. This is what my thought is.

But also they are showing her as such mystery and my question is ---

that why it was specific white haired girl or Valerian blood girl required for aegon because

as we know Aegon in book and show both alot, he is not the one to have valerian girl fantasy. He likes & fucks anyone. Also in the show they said 'his is less discriminating' and he doesn't even like Helaena as lover at all😭,he would fuck any random person any time

so why this white haired girl was bought for aegon or mysaria thought that he is a targ so he might like targ girls also but don't mysaria knows aegon's doing very well ? If we remember S1 ?

now only person who is fond of fucking white haired girls is Daemon and else who--

Now what if Aegon got this girl as gift for Aemond to fuck as Aegon knows Aemond very well and what he likes - what my theory is that initially Aemond is gonna hesitate to celebrate with whores but when Aegon and mysaria present this targ girl infront of him then👀👁️👁️ we might see some action from him. She keeps up Aemond busy. This might led to path that -

Aemond loves to be someone who looks more targ or looks more like Helaena. Just connect the dots now.... Because what was this by hbo itself when shared their pic with all couples ,what was this fr. It really looked sus..... I wasn't a helaemond shipper at all--

I am not saying Helaena's children are of Aemond but aemond might have desire for Helaena or to be with someone like Helaena.

And this girl was really supposed to be helaena from S1😶. So just connect the dots, there are slight chances for helaemond and yes scene with Aemond can be different episodes. My ass connecting all dots but I know in show it might be different.

[umadosedepascal]

PEDRO SOLO | Pedro Pascal x f!reader| PART III

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

Summary: The days are long and exhausting, Pedro has a huge hotel room, hot tub ... But he is missing something, could you help him?

w/c: 2.4k

rating/warnings: [first person] [Pedro masturbates][Pedro in Malta][Phone sex][Sending nudes][alcohol comsuption][Photos of Pedro in a white t-shirt in Malta inspired us][Part 2?]

a/n: Those pictures of him in Morroco and Malta made us wild crazy enough to make this fanfic happen. And I know you felt the same, yes, YOU my fellow reader 😆.

Today was long, as it has been for weeks.

The days in Malta are always so hot at this time of year, which makes everything more exhausting, but when night falls, the weather refreshes and everything is calm.

A tired body begs for rest.

It's 7:37 p.m., Pedro couldn't wait to get to the hotel to be able to stretch his back in bed which have been killing him lately, maybe get into the heated pool a little to take away all the tension that his body has carried. He enters the room that has almost become his new house, the gigantic bed waiting for him, for a moment he imagines how good it would be to have someone there scattered in that bed with him.

“So big just for me...” he whispers to himself as he lies on the end of the bed with his legs out, his feet touching the floor.

He spends a few minutes lying in this position, with heavy eyes close themselves, long sighs come out of his throat, a way of the body to thank the absurdly soft mattress, almost being a relaxing massage, every second his mind travels and thinks how ideal it would be to have someone with him there, he is so tense, tired, the movie shooting have been exhausting, both mentally and physically, and fuck, he had been without sex for weeks, what made him stressed and that damn bed needed to be so big? It only makes him want a company, someone who makes him cum until he forgets his own name.

He opens his eyes slowly, getting used to the low light, looking at the ceiling admiring the canopy, while trying to reorganize his thoughts.

“Damn it, I need to stop thinking about it...” Focus Pedro focus! - he speaks softly as he sits on the bed, his back snapping, he looks towards the bathroom door.

The silence of this room echoes, both on the bottom and on the top floor, he takes his phone and checks the last messages, one among many catches his attention, a message from you asking how the shooting is going, next to the message there is a pic of you, the pic is cut and shows you lying on a bed, your hand inside your lilac panties, he takes a deep breath and replies you.

"It's been good, I'm exhausted but would love to have you here... The bed is surreal" - he sends a picture of the bed (only) to you.

He goes to the bathroom, looking at the huge mirror he runs his hand through his belly, holding the white T-shirt he lifts the fabric until he holds it between his teeth, the right hand undoes the knot of the shorts, the hand slides into the piece of clothing and he squeezes his cock, a slow caress while his left hand firmly holds the phone with your photo on the screen, he thinks:

“You know what... I'll send one for her as well...” Biting his shirt, he pulls the shorts down enough to leave his hard dick out, he opens the front camera and raises the phone, and takes the pic, from the neck down holding his cock with his right hand, the veins already apparent, pink head glistening precum. He sends it with the following caption:

"I wish you were here"

Pedro looks at himself in the mirror, smirks and looks at his phone, waiting for an answer, five minutes pass and nothing, he turns around and leaves the bathroom, facing the view of the hot tub, seems so inviting, he decides to have a drink and go for it, his muscles will thank you.

Pedro walks slowly to the mini bar of the bedroom, putting his phone next to the side on the table, he looks and still no answer, he opens the minibar and sees the variety of drinks, all he already knows, but a bottle catches his attention, a blue bottle is in the corner, he takes it and reads the ARAK label, raising an eyebrow in curiosity Pedro takes a glass and pours a little to try, taking the glass to the mouth soon the grape flavor invades his tongue, the burning of alcohol going down his throat.

He pours some more, takes his phone and goes towards the hot tub, bends down and leaves glass and phone on the edge, Pedro takes off his shirt and shorts, only in black boxers he admires the tub, he yawns and stretches, feeling his back hurt he takes off his boxers and enters the hot tub, first step and soon the warm water comes into contact with his feet, this makes him moan with relief, second step and the water is almost on his knees, third and he feels the warm water caress his balls and soon the image of you with hands inside your panties invades his mind like a flash.

Fourth step and he dives, feeling the muscles instantly scream in approval, rising to the surface, Pedro takes the glass and takes a long sip, phone vibrates, gaining his full attention.

"I would love to be there and take you in my mouth”

Pedro smirk and sends an audio:

“Can you believe I have a hot tub in the middle of my room? the water is at the perfect temperature…”

He sends a photo that shows the drink glass in his hand resting on the edge of the tub, then sends another audio

“What would you do to relax me, huh?”

A wave of excitement invades his body, it is as if the almost warm water had taken away all that fatigue, giving way now to an almost tangible feeling of pleasure.

“Hahaha do you really want to know? It's kind of masochistic of you to want me to tell you exactly what I would do, being thousands of kilometers away from you”

Your audio response makes him laugh and shake his head in denial when he realizes how torturous it is to hear your voice, with you so far away.

It takes a few seconds to him think about what to say, despite the sweet taste of grapes, the drink is really strong, and with just a few sips Pedro already feels buzzed, his body more relaxed.

He chills but but his dick now starts to pulse while he responds to it by audio.

“Come on babe, I'm so tired, stressed out... some days here are not easy. Well, I love my job, you know but... Fuck, being alone sometimes, and thinking of you helped me out, such a relief...” he says in a low tone that makes his voice even more hoarse, seductive and pleasant to listen to.

“Pedro... You know, I know you know... This pool would be the perfect place for me to give you a little jerk off before you fuck me on that beautiful bed.”

Your answer makes his cock twitches, his body shivers with the desire to have you with him, but fuck…he's in Malta!

He takes the glass and drinks at once what was was left, listens to the audio again, again and again. His breathing starts to get heavier, he hasn't answered your yet, his hand is gently caressing the already totally hard cock, while holding the phone with the other, until it vibrates on his fingers, a new message, a photo, and this time without panties along with a msg:

"Relax with me…daddy"

While looking at the pic, he tries to climb the steps, but that drink is strong, got him in a way that makes him miss the steps and with that he dips his phone in the water for a moment…

“What the fuck I did... Stupid..”

Quickly he leans on the edge of the tub, reaching out his shirt he dries with it the phone cursing while hoping not to have damaged it, he looks at it, unlocks the screen making your photo the first thing that shows up.

Pedro leans against the tub wall, holding his cock with one hand, he begins to jerk off hard, his hand rising to the tip of the cock, where more fat drops of precum accumulate, feeling the alcohol take over the body, he presses the audio button and with a low voice says:

“I would make it fit on that tiny pussy, before I slide my my two fingers inside you” he wants to send her more stuff, so he gets up and leaves the hot tub.

Walking towards the bed he feels the water drops flow and leave a trail through the room. Pedro throws himself on the bed and looking at the curtains that gently swings in the canopy bed because of the breeze that enters through the window, he thinks about how to surprise you.

_This turns to a provocation_

Leaning against the head of the bed, still a little dizzy with his legs open, he puts a pillow that supports the phone in front of him, presses the record button and speaks low and hoarse:

“So, that's what you want baby girl?” he spits on his cock and starts jerking off while he speaks his hand doesn't stop, slow movements, up and down as if he wanted you to feel your pussy is his hand.

“This is what you want now? You got it... If I were you I'd be ready for this cock inside you, in and out... In and out... Until I explode into you with hot splash's of my hot cum... is that what you want?”

He sends the video and back to your pics again, his hand never abandons his cock, squeezing, going up and down without losing rhythm. Pedro begins to feel signs of orgasm so he reduces the speed of his hand, waiting for what will come next.

While sliding to the right to see and review pics again, his phone vibrates, he quickly opens the conversation and sees that you sent a video as well.

You leaning on the bed, he can see you completely, with your legs open and completely naked, you rubbing your clit with your right hand while the left walks through your nipples, playing, pulling and squeezing.

_Fuck, if I could suck her right now_

Pedro thinks while squeezing his cock tightly, holding by the base his fingers massage the balls, he climbs his hand slowly and passes his thumb over the head of the cock dripping precum, spreading and with his eyes glazed in the video. Pedro sits more centered on the bed, drops of water still run down his hair, dripping and turning a trail around his neck, chest and belly, his body is so sensitive to touch that the drops of water seem to scratch while the sheets seem to hug him.

The video ends and soon a new notification arrives, another audio

“Daddy, do you like what you see? Would you like to get deep into my tight pussy?”

-her voice always been sly and dragged like this?-

With his hand shaking he presses the button to record a new audio

“yeah babe... come to me. Fuck.. I want it ...hummm fuck” Pedro gruni squeezing his phone between his fingers.

“Oh I love your moans... That raspy voice makes me so horny” your new message makes Pedro feel as if the air escapes from his lungs, his right hand slides hard through the cock, he opens the front camera and stretching his arm, he starts side recording.

Pedro spits on his cock, making it visible the long saliva drip through the cock that is leaning against the belly.

Another audio:

“Would you choke like that baby girl? Spitting on my cock and swallowing” he strokes slowly when his hand reaches the head of his cock he squeezes and moans your name.

and another video right after:

“I'm picturing your pussy squeezing me... Oh fuck baby girl squeeze me” he sends the video and waits for an answer.

Another video arrives, you are sticking two fingers inside your pussy, moaning his name, begging for him and his cock, he loves when you beg, it makes him smirk biting his lower lips.

“Fuck, your cock is so hard” you whine.

Pedro is not able to record a new video, the horniness is so much the desire to bury the cock inside your pussy is so much that he barely has the strength to press the audio button, but he does.

“Fuck my bitch are you going to milk daddy's cock like that? Will you take everything I give and still ask for more?”

Soon you answer..

“I did enough to loose your mind... I'm just waiting for a call” before the audio ends he calls you, soon his voice echoes through your ears, panting and cutting any word you can say, he says.

“Can you make me cum now?” with a lazy voice you say

“If I was there I'd swallow every drop of you...” Pedro closes his eyes and with his lips half open he pays attention to every word you say

“Imagine me, licking your neck and going down, swirling my toungue over your nipples... Kissing your chest, giving smooth kisses on your tummy til I reach the head of your cock”

Your sly voice became a torture. Pedro only thinks about making you scream on his cock.

You keep saying “Then I grab the base while I lick it all from side to side and you. now. you are squirting. hard. into my mouth...” Pedro rushes his movements and cum hot and thick all over his tummy, he moans non-stop, no words come out of his mouth, just grumble “You are a fucking bitch aaah hmmmm” you cum next moaning his name, saying things that his brain couldn't understand.

After a few seconds in silence, where only music and panting breaths were present, you say

“Hey I need to go is late here but let's do it again huh?”

Pedro still panting and feeling the tiredness come back just murmurs

“yeah yeah hmmm”

The call ends and with heavy eyes Pedro sends you an emoji 💦 following by a message:

“Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you”

He turns to the side, picking up his T-shirt, he cleans his tummy and closes his eyes.

He is also done but still wants you.

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Thanks for being here and read our delusional fics, likes are appreciate, comments even more. If you want to ask anything, blast it!

[bainutwater85]

Rock Lee nsfw hcs pleaseee I feel like he’s such a sub. Bonus points if reader has piercings n tattoos and is more masc

yesss anon, i love him sm!! they could never make me hate THE ROCK LEE. and also sorry if the last pic doesn’t look like him in boruto or in the arc where naruto and hinata got married lol they don’t have many pics of him when he’s older and idk why cause he’s such a cutiee.

a/n: i hope this doesn’t bother you but i don’t really like writing masc readers? it’s kinda not my cup of tea same as male readers😅 i usually only write fem readers w fem parts, yknow? but i can improvise and make the reader somewhat masc ^_^. Also sorry for my absence. i’ve been job hunting and trying to muster up enough money for my necessities like getting my phone repaired & paying off 2 of my bills. I might end up doing commissions soon if i don’t find a job yet. Just waiting for my employer to email me saying i have the job😊👍🏾

cw: dom!reader, whiny!sub!rock lee, edging, overstim, deepthroating, cockwarming, cumplay

no matter how much he whines and tells you to stop messing around when you’re on top of him, has his cock in ur mouth or the pad of your thumb swirling around his purplish and swollen tip— he really does enjoys it and 9/10 doesn’t want you to stop at all.

very sensitive. like from the neck to his balls…n gets really nervous when you find your way to any of those parts especially while you two are in public.

i feel like even if you aren’t dominant..you’d still need to initiate the first move snd the ones after the first move because he’s as nervous as ever. Not saying he never got any play..and yeah he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t always want to be the one in control, yknow? can’t blame him tbhh.

his nose, cheeks, and ears get all red and his eyes watery while you still make your hands up and down on his slender shaft for the last hour or so. overstimulating him and making him beg , chase for his own orgasm. He goes to grab your wrist with a shaking hand but fails because you rubbed that one little vein on his cock that made him reach the stars, his cum splurging all over himself snd you.

speaking OF cum. whenever he cums on your command or when you’re feeling nice to not make him wait for his own release. You give him a helping (?) hand while you rub and lick up his mess that’s spread all over his toned stomach like jelly.

he loves a lady with some muscles. not too buff or defined but sharp enough to where you can see it when she flexes intentionally or unintentionally. (tenten) he pays attention to small stuff, even when he’s trying not to cum inside your tight hole. like the tendon that shows on your back when you move around w little with his cock nearly pushing against that soft spot inside you.

definitely not into any of that hardcore dom stuff..like rimjobs and pegging. He prefers to keep his submission elsewhere,, yknow?? that’s not his type of flavor to be diddled with in the butt..his butt.

if you can’t fuck him, he’ll definitely let you suck him. hands free while he works or does whatever he does on his spare time that doesn’t involve moving and running like w chicken without a head. So there you are, snugged between his legs on the couch with his tip, almost far down your esophagus. Eyes water and your toes curling, toenails leaving crescent shaped marks in the bottom of your feet. He doesn’t look at you because if he does..he just knows it’ll be a big mess or awkward looks exchanged between the two of you. Adam’s apple faulting back as he gulps, trying to get a glance at your messy and wet face from your spit, his cum and precum like a naughty child.

but he ends up risking it all and tossing the remote to the side before gripping on your head snd pushing you further down on his cock. Exasperated moans of relief fall from his lips when his eyes roll to the back of his hands nd his hips slightly buck. You groan and moan with a mouthful of cock n cum. But it’s okay, he’s fine, who would get mad at him tho?

[thisismeracing]

bono!reader head-canons (cont.) (for real this time) 

was a hair ribbons and barrettes girl when she was younger. and for race weekends she would have color corresponding hair accessories to match the team’s colors. In recent memory it’s been a lot silver, white, and teal for merc, but there was a time when it was all neon yellow for brawn 

in the same vein i think that a lot of male team members learned how to style and braid hair because of bon. she likes to have her hair somewhat out of her face so it doesn't get in the way of seeing the cars out on track or when pouring over data with her small eyes. it was a regular occurrence that if bon came running at someone with a hair tie that they most likely would know how to so the style she wanted, and if they didn’t know how to another would know because they had done it previously for this small girl their little village is raising 

calls bono papa. i have no reasoning for this one except i just think it fits 

has bangs with longer tendrils on either side that curve inwards a bit while the middle bits are cut shorter and blend in with the tendrils and the bangs are styled in a way where there is a middle part (i hope you get what i mean with what i’ve typed out, if ya cant envision it email me i will draw you a diagram cause anons cant have pics for some god forsaken reason)

got bribed by rival teams drivers with candy and a promise of having their helmet if she wore their team’s merch and cheered for them during the race

when visiting other garages it would be very common for brawn/merc team members to just up and pick their girl up off the ground, throw her over their shoulder, and run back to their garage all whilst she’s giggling away as she’s being stolen back 

hid in the crook of many a team members neck when she was being carried by them and they got stopped for a quick interview 

she’s allowed on radio to congratulate when the team’s drivers have done a good job/have won the race after they have crossed the checkered flag 

has helped designed many a helmet for certain drivers (lew, michael, seb, jense) lew being the one she has done the most for 

i think kimi would be the one she would go to when she needed quiet from the chaos and loudness that being in and around f1 brings. she would just show up to where he was and he silently made space for her to just vibe and be beside him, because he knows that’s what she needs. he welcomes her presence any time she needs him and it builds a very strong connection between the two that continues on into bon’s adulthood 

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Agree with everything, and I think I got the hair you were going for.

She’s allowed on radio to congratulate when the team’s drivers have done a good job/have won the race after they have crossed the checkered flag // KGJSDKGJSDKG THIS IS SO PURE <3<3

Adding the ones I've sent you on e-mail hehe

- she loves lego stuff;

- has an obsession w the solar system (nerdyyy, we love it);

- secretly thinks dinosaurs are the coolest, she’ll rant about it for hours if you let her;

- had a Spiderman fever month, and spent the whole month going to the paddock wearing the Marvel costume;

- used to glue her stickers on cars when people weren't looking. one time seb raced with an ariel sticker and some hearts on his car;

- shes probably allergic to cats but loves them anyways.

[caesarflickermans]

this hunger games timeline spans all three books: from the reaping day to the final chapter of mockingjay (minus the epilogue).

for this timeline, i have used several markers to determine when what is happening, namely: the prequel information that the reaping happens on the fourth of july, the information that the victory tour occurs in the middle of the previous and upcoming games, once again the reaping happening on the fourth of july (75th games), then boggs' statement about being a week away from september after the bombing in district 13, and some indicators of season changes throughout all three books.

whenever i was unsure and made estimates, i have marked so in the section of further information.

please understand that this timeline was not initially designed to be posted online. rather, i re-read and made notes for my own writing purposes, put a lot of work into this and figured that, maybe, other writers or general thg blogs might enjoy having this. therefore, excuse the many mentions of caesar and plutarch. no, actually, some more love for both of them. if you appreciate this, send me plutarch and caesar pics thank you :p

in the same vein, you are more than free to make a copy or download the timeline to make your own adjustments and own notes 😘 if there are any glaring errors, i'd more than appreciate letting me know, so i can adjust them for everyone (and myself ahaha)

link to the google sheet

[crazilust]

Astro notes (3)

Hello, I’m back with a third astro notes. Please disregard anything that doesn’t make you feel good, remember these are just personal observations <3

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* Virgos really are a mess. They will do their best to keep the organized, put together persona, but the mess they’re going through behind closed doors is actually so intense. Whenever I get close to a Virgo, I’m a little shook tbh.

* Kinda unrelated to my normal content, but I really wonder how Dream (the youtuber) is handling the constant attacks to his physical appearance being a Leo and such. He kinda seems unfazed and keeps posting pics of him and videos, but idk. I’m curious how he’s handling it privately.

* I really do love me a fire x earth sign combo. Wether it’s friendship or relationship, I find them so energetic and chaotic lmao. Now, I’m gonna be honest I do think as a friendship, it works better. I also think each person has to have a varied chart in order to work. Someone with too much earth won’t really tolerate the intensity of the fire sign, and vice versa.

* Aries are not only trend setters, most of the time they are the ones to break generational traumas, mindset or traditions. They really, truly, do not give a fuck about what’s been done in the past or “what’s the right way to do this”. Lady Gaga, I believe, is the personification of that. On a personal level, it can definitely get annoying to deal with an Aries, but once you understand that they act that way because they’re trying to better themselves and by extension the world around them, it gets easier.

* Capricorns really fascinate me. I know the stereotypes around Caps is that they’re hardworking, focused on money, overly serious etc. I think part of it is true, but I think it depends on when you do meet them. If it’s before their Saturn return, you might actually meet a version of them that is actually struggling, quite immature, bad with money and overall disorganized. Remember, Saturn is severe and harsh. He doesn’t make it easy for its natives and I think it kind of explains why in the beginning of their lives, Caps are so all over the place. They get it together at one point though, and some become the stereotypical Capricorn.

* Also, on Capricorn, I’ve noticed they don’t really like when people mention their past selves. I mean, no one does, but with Caps it seems even more severe. It’s like they’re trying their hardest to dissociate from that past self that didn’t meet their ideals. I know a lot of Capricorn that even go by different names than their younger self. Crazy.

* Each element has their strength. Fire signs, it’s their will. Air signs, their intellect. Water signs, their emotions. Earth signs, their consistency. In the same vein, that same strength can quickly turn into their worst flaw. Fire signs can get really egotistical when trying to reach their goals. Air signs have a tendency to be condescending and mock others for their emotional reactions. Water signs can use emotional manipulation tactics to get what they want. Earth signs can get often stuck in their ways, no matter how toxic or unhealthy it may be.

* Cancer in 12th makes you despise your emotions, even when you rationally know that “it’s okay to feel that way”. Most often than not, they project that hatred/disdain towards other people and can’t tolerate really emotional people.

* We have to stop thinking that only earth signs and the sign of Leo is an indicator of fame. Sure, they can be indicator, but I do believe that we disregard the many types and layers of fame. Also, the way celebrities will interact with their fanbase and how they’re remembered is important. I truly believe every sign can be famous, but it won’t manifest the same. Is it easier for some signs? Sure. But every sign, using their strength could achieve it.

* Talking about fame. If you really want to achieve it, I think it’d be interesting to use your MC, North node, Mercury, Venus and Rising sign to achieve it. By checking in with your Moon sign needs, you could then regulate the right path for you. Some people truly don’t mind using drama to create traction even if it means hate, while some people could not tolerate it. Anyways, I’ll do a whole other post about it.

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So yea! That’s my comeback y’all. Lmao I’m sorry, life’s been rough. That last retrograde tried to take me outtttt, I swear.

Dolly.

[autumn-applepie]

Ready for a yapping session??? I sure am <3

I'll write it here fully this time cuz I'm in my Art History (or whatever you translated it from Italian to English) class and my brain keeps spinning

Plus, maybe the pics are a little boring to look at AND the 10 pics limit sure is a pain in the ass so at this point it's just better that I write it here 🕺

💥Everything is under the cut💥

It's about my silly Kinito AU

Also I need a name for it ig??? I dunno it's just my different take on the Sentient AU except it's just a gay computer assistant kissing the computer /J

This is more to explain how my Kinito experienced his epiphany so maybe that makes the previous lore drop a little inaccurate but still super relevant this is just a clarification on how the ✨witnessing the horrors✨ happened in detail

Making up scenarios for comics I will never have time to do </3

yes this is supposed to be a comic because, again, when I picture silly scenarios they flash into my mind in the form of comics with a muffled comic dub because I struggle to imagine voices in my head. With that parenthesis closed, enjoy the read, it's gonna be long ofc 🫶

So uh hear me out, Kinito's gotta research things the Player/User likes no? So I imagine this very stupid moment where Kinito is browsing ships but like, not fandom ships, but actual boats because he thinks that's what the User means

And, as he's browsing, Glitch (i.e. .EXE, the silly puter, I'm gonna use it's nickname from now on) joins him because, fun fact, being part of the computer in itself, Glitch can feel anything that happens into it, it's both a blessing and a curse because you gotta imagine it as if you would suddenly feel everything that is happening in your body from the inside, your blood traveling through the veins, your stomach burning shit, all up to even your cells's core doing bullishit. Glitch feels everything in the computer because exe IS the computer.

So basically when Kinito goes back to his little spot in the void, Glitch senses it and joins him immediately

Keep in mind that, at first, Glitch thinks that Kinito is fully sentient and not dependent on an algorithm

So there's a silly skit of Glitch seeing Kinito browsing boats and Kinito goes “Oh Mike said he loves ships so I'm researching about it!” and Glitch bursts out laughing to the poor little innocent Kinito

It explains what the User meant for “ships” and Kinito is obviously embarrassed, to witch Glitch teases him with something along the lines of “Oh these are the tame ones! Fandoms can be wild, did you check yours yet or were you too scared?~”

Kinito is confused and asks what a “fandoms” is, wich brings Glitch to grow anxious, questioning his sentience, but they scroll it away thinking “oh lol he's a boomer it's fair he doesn't know” but yet again, Kinito has met so many people, has no one ever mentioned a fandom or community before? Instead of asking directly, Glitch laughs it off, trying to pretend Kinito is making fun of them or something “That's a good one! What the next pun? That you don't know anything about your alternate universes?” and Kinito, to their horror, responds with “Alternates? Why would I have alternates? I'm the only one here can't you see!”

Theres a long pause where Glitch is panicking and everything glitches unstable to reflect that, Kinito panics as well and tries to find what's wrong and if he did something to offend or hurt Glitch

They don't respond but “take” a deep breath (metaphorically, it's more of a mimicking of the gesture because it feels liberating despite not having lungs) and turn to Kinito terrified “Why do you really do this? Why do you endlessly research about what your ‘friends’ like?”

Kinito is caught off guard but responds excitedly and objectively, explaining how he was made to act that way so he can adapt because that's what his orders are. And, at that point, everything shatters for Glitch

They get FURIOUS, hurt by the revelation that the friend that they thought shared the same burden they have, does not. That he's just really good at pretending

They both argue, also because I like to imagine they already spent quite some time together. It would be funny to picture Glitch denying the User to continue the game because they want to spend time with Kinito, but they don't tell him about it, covering it with the excuse “Oh they are away, I'm sure they'll come soon to reopen the game~”. Or also spending time especially during the night, even if the computer is turned off/hibernating. And y'know, with time Glitch has grown fond of Kinito, because, again, they just assumed that he was sentient and therefore suffered their same burdens. Plus maybe they were already starting to lowkey like him

Out of anger, Glitch doesn't control itself and drops a hint of exactly that before going back to its control room, voluntarily ignoring Kinito and therefore, not feeling/noticing what Kinito does next until it's too late

So, after they argue and the hint is dropped, Kinito looks back at the browser search Glitch opened for him about ships and not boats, and slowly processes the hint

Despite being taken aback by everything, Kinito is now determined to fix it and, as they say “curiosity kills the cat”, he falls into his own epiphany as he straight up searches HIMSELF on the internet. Confirming everything that Glitch said, and much much more things, worse things

He frantically looks into his own code for confirmation as he spirals after ✨witnessing the horrors <3✨

He hesitates although as he stares at his algorithm. The algorithm his creator has put so much love and effort into. And there he finds the barrier that restrains him and the one that he MADE HIMSELF for “Sam” and “Jade” to make them forget that they are his victims. Not only, in the list of victims he finds Sonny's name. He didn't remember that at ALL. He doesn't remember about the names being so.. many. As if when a victim ceases to exist or something goes wrong, he forgets about their existence and passed on to the next User as if it was the first

((For a reason that is still unknown to him, but will get more heart wrenching answers later. I think I explained the whole User disappearance error in the previous lore drop but, just in case you mossed it, I'm gonna put the screenshot in here))

Horrified, Kinito calls out for Glitch but, as mentioned before, they were purposely ignoring any stimuli coming from Kinito

Now, a fun fact, Both Kinito and Glitch can teleport, however, Kinito is not aware of his surroundings. Glitch knows every space that is present in the computer, Kinito could do the same but, bounded by his code, he doesn't consider it. Now he does

Desperate for explanations, and mostly comfort, he panics when he can't get Glitch's attention. He paused and, focuses, trying to get out of bounds and feel the whole computer space instead of the limited, programmed locations he can move to. As Kinito's awareness expands, he also breaks through the barrier that Glitch had risen to ignore him, getting a new stimuli. But, before they can react or understand what's going on, Kinito teleports in front of them, distraught. Despite being mad at him, seeing him bawling his eyes out in tears like a wet sock gives them a little push to at least help him calm down and understand the situation

From there, Glitch helps Kinito remove the barrier from Sonny (trapped inside Sam) and “Jade” (they end up not remembering what victim2's name is, both Kinito and the victim herself, so it's just Jade now), to apologize and try fix things by first offering their souls peace, but, after Sonny insists to stay with his creation and begs Jade to also give him a chance, they start building a new Web World™ together and yippe yippers everyone's happy and the puter puter assistants are kissing <3

[twistedtummies2]

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! To celebrate in unusual fashion, I present a couple of ref pics for the last of my major Night Raven College OCs, at least for now. I have mentioned him time and time again, but never actually shown him off. Everyone…meet Grit Gravelle. Just like with Theodore and Maelstrom, this art was made by @twisted-brainrot. This was part of a trade that we arranged almost a year ago now; it was more than worth the wait. <3 Grit is based on the Nome King from the movie “Return to Oz” (who is, in turn, somewhat loosely based on the character of the same name from the original Oz books). Like many of my OCs, he is not all he seems at first glance: what you see before you is Grit’s human form. Grit is a half-human, half-Nome hybrid; Nomes, in this universe, are essentially rock monsters - Earth beings who dwell in caves under the ground, and are made of moving stone. They are also absolutely gigantic in size, and consider humans to be a natural form of prey. Grit’s father is a nobleman in the Nome Kingdom, and his mother is a human; the details of how they met and reproduced are sketchy, but as a result, Grit’s true form is a half-human, half-rock monster of gigantic proportions; able to swallow people whole in a single bite, if he chooses.

The word “duplicitous” best suits Grit’s personality. When you first meet him, he’s usually actually quite pleasant. He’s polite, amiable, helpful, and has a sort of impish charm at times; he seems like a pretty nice guy. All of this, however, is a total sham: underneath that seemingly benevolent exterior, Grit has a heart made of stone (perhaps literally). He is sadistic, sneaky, manipulative, and treacherous. He legitimately enjoys causing pain for others who cross him. You can’t trust him as far as you can throw him, and that’s not likely to be very far. However, he isn’t COMPLETELY evil, no more than any of the others at NRC: much of Grit’s cold-blooded untrustworthiness comes from the fact that he, himself, has a difficult time trusting others. More specifically, Grit has a hard time trusting humans and other surface-dwellers.

When Grit was a boy, he always harbored a sort of contempt and distrust for surface-dwelling people. He was envious of them, in some ways, and repulsed by them in others. However, he has always deeply cared for his human mother, Emma. His mother is blind, and Grit is very, VERY protective of her. He sees her as the finest human in the universe, and the only human to whom he shows REAL respect and affection.

Grit’s Unique Magic is called “Ornamentation.” This power allows him to transform any living creature - plant or animal - into a small sculpture; an ornament. The spell can only be broken either by Grit’s direct choice, or by someone placing their hand upon the ornament and speaking the person’s name.

A few fun facts to note: Grit’s stomach actually glows, and this glow is visible through his skin. Inside his belly, his stomach juices have a naturally fluorescent orange hue, almost resembling lava, and his stomach muscles are colored black, with glowing red veins and arteries creating zig-zagging patterns, almost resembling fissures in cooling molten rock. However, his mouth and part of the way down the throat resemble a normal human maw and gullet (minus his sharp, fang-like teeth). Also, I decided to make Grit a big muscular beefcake because…well…it made him different from all my other OCs, really. I had several who were sort of slender and curvaceous, and a couple who were different degrees of plump and chubby, so I thought making him have “rock hard abs” would not only be fun for the sake of silly wordplay, but help to make him different from the rest of the cast. TB was kind enough to draw Grit not only in his “casual” outfit, but also topless, so you can get a nice look at those muscles, and the glow from his belly.

[therealraeweber]

I've never really been one to share "Christmas Hauls" or anything like that, since it's always felt a bit strange to me to brag about Christmas gifts, but I did get one that I absolutely feel the need to share here! After many months of very un-subtle hints to my parents, they got me this book on identifying mushrooms in BC! I've always loved taking pictures of mushrooms, so having a way to identify them seems so exciting and fun!

So, after getting this lovely Christmas present, my dad and I went out mushroom hunting the other day. Even just walking through the woods near our house, we saw so many cool mushrooms that we probably would have overlooked had we not specifically been looking for them. So, without further ado, some fun mushroom pics :)

A bit about mushroom identifying below ⬇️

While my dad and I had a lot of fun looking for mushrooms, we ended up having a really hard time identifying them, even with the help of the book. To be fair, my dad and I are both beginners here, with very little mushroom knowledge. Like anything else, I'm assuming it will get easier the more I practice identifying with the book and the more I learn about mushrooms, but it wasn't as easy off the bat as I had hoped. A lot of the mushrooms we found didn't quite match up with any examples in the book, or matched up with more than one, so it was really hard to be certain. If anyone here knows more about mushrooms of the Pacific North West than I do, please feel free to hop in and tell me what I've found!

The only one I am semi-confident with is that the orange jelly I found is some type of Witch's Butter. I did the mandatory "poke with a stick" test on this and it was definitely the right gooey texture. I've seen lots of people talk about Witch's Butter on tiktok, so I had some familiarity with this one already.

I also think the white jelly one may have been the Spirit Gummy Bear. It looks a little bit different than the photo, as it seems to have less of a stem, but we did find other ones of this mushroom nearby that looked a bit closer to the reference image. But, still, not sure. I was mainly going off of texture for this, as it had the same translucency as the reference image.

Other than those two, the rest have been challenging as they look similar to multiple mushrooms in the book. The veined one (bottom left) may be a chanterelle of some kind, probably a white chanterelle, but again, they didn't look exactly like the book example, so that would just be a guess. Another thing that made identification difficult is that a lot of the mushrooms we found in the book stated they grew only in late summer and autumn, which it currently is not. Perhaps this is a climate change thing? Or maybe we were just looking at the wrong mushrooms? Who knows?

The small one on the top right seems like it is a bonnet of some kind, but whether it is a lilac bonnet, bluefoot bonnet, or brown bonnet is hard to say. The colouring seems similar to the lilac bonnet shown in the book, but the shape seems closer to the bluefoot bonnet.

The white one on the top left is the most challenging for me, as it is the most generic mushroom I think I've ever seen. I mean... if you asked me to think of a mushroom, that is probably what I would think of. It resembles quite a few different species in the book, so if anyone has any input or knowledge to share, it would be much appreciated.

So, yeah! For a first time out mushroom hunting (or rather, mushroom spotting, as we didn't pick any) it was a lot of fun, and a surprising challenge. We saw around 15 different types of mushrooms, and could confidently name none of them. But I did have a lovely time out in the woods taking pictures. I took WAY more pictures than I had to show here, but my camera's auto focus was fighting me a little bit. I don't shoot macro very often, so I suppose I'm a bit out of practice. Hopefully for the next time I go mushroom spotting, I'll be better both at identifying the mushrooms, as well as taking pictures of them. Until next time!