#this is @ my latest mutual 👀

[celestedoesarttm]

I just realized I’ve never posted any of my TMA art!! How silly of me!!!

GIF of Michael Shelley I made for @viktriquest :) here’s a link to the video version for better eye strain color quality!! Pandora’s palace blasts on repeat in the hallways i don’t take criticism on this

Helen Richardson doodle from a while back. You can tell that I am a Will Wood fan when I make TMA fanart. I am at peace with this fact

Assorted S4 doodles!! Fun fact i still have not finished S4. I’m vaguely spoiled for the rest of the series, and I’m trying to avoid stuff for TMAGP (i am losing at this) so 👍 Martin’s just gonna be stuck in Fog Place until i sit down and listen to it again i guess

S1 Jon Bone Apple Teeth GIF :) every time i see it i double-take because he just looks Bad and Naked without his scars

Jonathan Sims x Cicada Days by Will Wood!! I’m actually very VERY fond of this one it’s so beautiful and it’s currently my home screen

(This stuff is all from a couple of months ago, maybe I’ll take photos of my latest TMA stuff soon but for now I’m just gonna upload these)

Compulsory @missholloween tag because fellow TMA Mutual????? 👀

[fushiglow]

you guys, i love you so much 🥹

i was feeling a bit nervous since over the threshold picked up quite a few new readers last time, but the response to the new chapter has been genuinely overwhelming. i'm actually close to crying from all the love i feel right now 😭

the best thing is, i feel like it's turning into this mutual feel-good experience. so many people have told me it gave them the mood boost they needed today, and that gave me the mood boost i needed in return!! writing this fic is bringing me so much joy and it feels SO wonderful to share that joy with others. turns out people are mostly good, actually.

also, if you've read the latest chapter, PLEASE go and look at the gorgeous drawings the incredible @bearhaviour did here and here. i'm lucky i work from home, because this was genuinely me at my desk earlier:

thank you for all the amazing comments and messages and art, i feel very lucky indeed 😭💗

(although... do i need to get rid of the angst i had planned so we can all just stay happy??? 👀)

[sionisjaune]

🎁 I am, as you know, the biggest cneu fan... 👀 but if you're not in the mood for that i'll honestly love anything with nico or jenson in it to bits!! You write them so well after all Anyways happy holidays to one of my favourite authors <3 I've been saving your latest fic as a treat for the break so I prommy I'm getting to it very soon!

🎁mutuals get ficlets for the holidays!🎁

After smoking the rest of Jenson’s pre-rolls with his feet on Jenson’s lap, Nico peels himself off the sofa and follows Jenson to his bedroom at the back of the flat. Jenson watches him strip to his boxer briefs, throw his clothing in a pile in the corner, and flop on top of the sheets. He wiggles on the bed, twisting his spine like a cat, with a half-lidded expression that’s almost seductive. He’s just stoned. Jenson leaves his clothes on and climbs onto the bed after him. 

“Cheetah print?” says Nico, flicking his fingers lazily at the pillow shams lying against the headboard. “God, you’re so tacky.” 

“Never had any complaints,” says Jenson. Nico is sprawled across the exact center of the bed, somehow managing to consume all of the space on Jenson’s California king. It’s been a while since Nico last slept over. Usually it’s just spilling out of the back of a cab in the early hours of the morning, stumbling through the door of Jenson’s flat, and passing out on top of the sheets. Nico’s been occupied lately, though, with his racing driver. That anxious, possessive one that Jenson met in London. 

Nico hums, sliding the outside of his thigh against Jenson’s, hooking a finger in the neck of his shirt and tugging him closer. 

“You haven’t hit on me yet today,” says Nico, silkily. 

“I’ve been on my best behaviour,” says Jenson. He can feel himself grinning. Against his better judgement, he allows Nico to pull him closer. 

“I like you better misbehaving,” Nico purrs. His hips are about an inch away from Jenson’s dick, and he’s hardly wearing anything, just his lithely muscled body and the soft tousle of his hair. His cheeks are pinker than usual—not that Jenson spends much time admiring him in the daylight—and the skin under his eyes is flat and opaque. Jenson’s used to seeing blue veins and dripping mascara and flecks of glitter on his cheeks. 

Jenson curls over him, feeling rather like he’s shielding Nico from the world outside his bed. “Oh yeah?” he says. 

Nico nods, eyes dark and pupils wobbly, and employs the hand in Jenson’s collar to pull him down for a sudden kiss. Jenson feels momentarily like he’s being swallowed by the cloud of Nico’s hair and the heat of his body. Dry lips meet his mouth and a warm leg hooks around his calf. But just as quickly, Nico’s mouth is gone and he’s rolling away, hiding his face in the pillow. Jenson finds he's able to admit to himself that the print is a bit silly now that Nico's blonde hair is spilling across it. It looks like the kind of pillow a heartbroken teenage girl would bury her head in and cry into. 

“What the fuck was that?” says Jenson, blinking. Nico’s face is still turned the other way. Jenson tamps down on the urge to trace the smooth line of his naked back. “You weren’t actually going to fuck me, were you?”

Nico’s head shifts in the pillow. “I was going to try,” he says, muffled. 

“Bloody hell,” says Jenson. “You never want to fuck me.” 

“Still don’t, apparently,” says Nico. “God. This fucking pillow.” Jenson watches him wrestle it out from under his head and lob it violently at the wall. It nearly hits a lamp and lands in a sad heap on the floor. “My life is over,” says Nico. 

Jenson collects himself, ordering his blown-wide brain. He and Nico don’t fuck. Nico fucks everyone but him, including closeted racing drivers. Nico is his best friend, probably, and Jenson hasn’t seen him properly in months, and now Nico tries to kiss him and bails out at the last second. 

“It’s that guy, isn’t it,” says Jenson. He shifts on top of the sheets, pushing himself up to a sit. “You’ve been spending less time in London since I met him.” The muscles in Nico’s back twitch. 

“Fuck you,” says Nico, depleted. “Did you know I haven’t fucked anyone but him in months? And he’s away half the time anyway, so mostly I’m just alone, but I’d rather be alone than fuck anyone else.” He uncurls and rolls towards Jenson, still awfully feline, his arms tucked towards his chest. “And did you know that he’s faster than me too?” Nico blows out a frustrated breath. “And he, fuck, wants me to be sober when I’m with him, and—” 

Jenson arranges his head on the remaining pillow, facing Nico. The amount of separation between their bodies is almost platonic. “You know I would never ask that of you,” he says, trying to make it into a joke. 

“That’s why I like you,” says Nico. He untucks his head from the chest and opens his eyes, red-rimmed and shaky. “We’re going to do a fucking mountain of coke tomorrow, okay?” 

Jenson reaches forwards to brush a lock of hair out of Nico’s eyes. “Whatever Britney wants,” he says. 

[hollythius]

IT’S COMPLICATED … 🧩 | an alhaitam x reader smau (THIS SMAU IS CANCELLED. I CANCELLED IT)

synopsis. y/n works as the social media manager at port ormos co., a famous (and very lucrative) company! They worked hard to get this promotion…but after seeing their latest hookup is actually their boss, things get a little complicated!

pairing. alhaitham x gn! reader

genre. business au, modern au, rich boss trope (is that a thing?), slightly suggestive, comedy, fluff, romance

starring. the shrinking middle class 💪😔, library buddies, twitter mutuals

notes. any images of couples are meant for visual purposes only, and not meant to attach a body type, gender, race, or physical appearance to the reader. other ships may be included 👀. reader goes by they/them! my ass has also never worked at a company…so. don’t expect accuracy. plsplspls reblog this!!! i worked sooo hard on it 🥺

trailer 1 | trailer 2 | trailer 3

episodes.

act one — denial

first day on the job 💰

OH NO HE’S HOT?!?

maybe it’s a crush…

A TRANSFER?!

my girl (gone, gone, gone)

extras tbd…

act two — distance makes the heart grow fonder

back in town?

here is how i find you

such a night we had back then

did it mean anything?

what are we?

extras tbd…

act three — simply a business relationship (right?)

keep it a secret

other episodes tbd…

taglist. @ilyuu @aliain @kissedbysilk @ahnneyong @whipped-for-fictionals + open! send an ask/message or reblog asking to be added ;)

[fandom-hoarder]

What's your favourite headcanon of something that happened in the Impala?

Ha, surprise surprise, my immediate answer is (weecest) gritty no-boundary teenchester backseat sex education 👀

Covert masturbation/mutual masturbation in the backseat while they're still figuring their dicks out. Playing with condoms like balloons when the one school that does sex ed sends a few Trojans home in their baggies of sponsored deodorant/hygiene products and std pamphlets. Grossing each other out with the slimy, pre-lubed ones.

Sam spying on Dean making out with his date at the drive-in, after Dean kicks tag-along Sam out of the backseat to go play at the playground and let them watch Hatchet Man in peace. Sam losing his virginity to Dean the night their latest high school's prom is happening.

And, of course, when Dean becomes the driver, Sam loves to tease him and see how far Dean will let him go before pulling over.

But also:

Wincest or not, Dean has definitely made Sam hold an empty bottle up to his dick so he could piss while driving.

[crashstanding]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character (👀🔪)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was six and thought that I wanted to write a fake episode of Inuyasha. Then I did the same thing with CSI. And now I'm here

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm on my computer and dont feel like fighting with emojis, sad

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I ate my twin in the womb

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

My beloved partner @polterpumpkin of course

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character (👀🔪)

Since it's you asking: Man I don't think Ingo is fit. i think he moves and creaks and then forces himself to move through chronic pain.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Vashwood are married but don't know it and never say they love each other

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

"We're all children of Jesus, kumbayyaaaaaa"

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any comment really, I miss getting comments, Consider leaving a comment on my works

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I want to see Alienea and Yautjan work together to make the most existential body horror-y thing they could

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

D had expected the shop to be crowded for some reason, though they don't remember why. Neither of the shops in Jubilife had been crowded, and this one wasn't either, though it was far bigger than (tailor) 's store had been. There's racks and racks of clothing strewn across the floor space, shelves on the walls holding shoes and backpacks and other things, all in various colours and shapes. It’s almost overwhelming to them, especially when Elesa puts a hand on their back and nudges them forwards. “C’mon, pick out anything you like. You need something that fits and Skyla and I will make sure that you’re more fashionable than the Dweebles.” She says with a wink and D takes one cautious step, then two, into the store, waiting for further direction. It only comes in Elesa making a ‘shoo’ motion as Skyla drifts to a wall with stuffed animals hanging from it.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Lack of paragraph breaks and first person.

[biconickyoshi]

Sorry to bother you, but I remembered one episode and I had one suggestion. Of course, you’ve probably already planned it, but maybe my ideas will help you in some way. This applies to the episode "Lovers' Cave" or episode 2 of season 2 (if I'm not mistaken). It would have been great if Katara and Aang, like in the original, were separated from the rest of the group and kissed in the same way. But they wouldn't like it. Katara, due to the fact that she may already like girls or simply does not perceive Aang as a romantic partner, while the Avatar does not know exactly the reason. It seems to me that they should talk after this and let go of this situation so as not to ruin their friendship. Which would end Aang's romantic interest in Katara and the beginning of his romantic interest in Zuko. Then there's Basing Se, where Iroh and Zuko are working in a tea shop. By that time, Zuko will already have quite long hair and, as we remembered from the episode about Coal Island, girls think the Prince of the Fire Nation is quite handsome. It would be funny to see Aang being jealous of Zuko for them, since some may come to the tea shop purely for the cute waiter (Zuko). And don’t forget that then there will be a second meeting with Jet, with whom the hotman has mutual sympathy. I hope this wasn't boring to read. Good luck writing new chapters!

Ooo you’ve got lots of cool ideas, thanks for sharing! I do already have a plan for how I want the story/romance to go, but I haven’t thought of a lot of these. It’s fun to see how people are speculating the story will go 👀

I definitely have some very interesting plans for the whole entire second half of the Earth Kingdom arc (basically from The Library onwards through all the Ba Sing Se episodes), specifically regarding Jet and Zuko. There’s definitely gonna be some jealous Aang popping up too, which I’m excited to write lol. Zuko’s jealous moments have been pretty reserved for the most part, but I want Aang’s jealous moments to be a lot more obvious (though Zuko is likely still going to be oblivious to the fact that Aang actually likes him back, basically the “idiots in love”/mutual pining trope).

Thanks again for sharing your plot predictions! I hope you enjoy the latest chapter :)

[getvalentined]

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

for the ask game!!

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Probably around a 7? Maybe even an 8. I've done editing professionally so I'm pretty confident in it when I really dig into it; I know I don't always catch everything, because editing your own work is difficult, but I like polishing my work!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest WIP with five emojis

💫🥺💞🍆👀

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Well. I mean. @archi-pelago. Because we live together. I'm mutuals with my other two siblings who live nearby, too (although I'm not gonna tag them so as not to bother them with the notif ping), so like...definitely them. Anyone else I trust is too far away to actually help!

[ writers' truth & dare ask game ]

[probsnothawkeye]

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest/most recent line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

I was tagged by my beloved @magnetarmadda who I would kill and die for <3

So I don't have any fics currently in the works since I'm working on 2 separate podcasts (season 3 of @thefringespod and a secret project 👀). Since I am fic-less, yall get the last thing I wrote which was a bit of secret upcoming project episode 1

"You didn’t even give them an idea of what you were going to suggest? What, afraid some [REDACTED] would hear it and wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?"

I do not have this many people to tag 😅 so I will tag my beloved mutual @hihereami and let anyone else who sees this decide if they wanna share <3

[seaprofound]

…tfw it’s been a couple of days since the latest tumblr update has started hitting my mutuals but I have yet to be hit with it 👀

[oakthcrn]

❤️‍🔥🔥 listen,

Send me a "👀❤️‍🔥" for how my muse would react to having a erotic dream of your muse, or "❤️‍🔥🔥" for a drabble about an erotic dream my muse has had of yours.

accepting @proofwhisky

Lark had gone to bed in the fleeting hours of Christmas Eve. The party had lasted well past the time she had made her leave. The Shelby brothers were still celebrating she assumed as she bid her goodnights to the family. It had been a wonderful party full of cheer and laughter.

She had even indulged in just a little bit of brandy, after all, the latest score had been a big one. Arthur bragged about his boxing while the others were caught up in song. Though, not Tommy. Lark found herself craving more and more to be in his presence and she was beginning to believe the feeling was mutual.

What had started as a simple gesture of politeness now became something Lark enjoyed. Those quiet moments sitting together and invoking some sort of small talk but lately, it seemed all they needed was to find each other and sit together in silence. Even their late-night rendezvous had become something more meaningful to Lark.

She adored those moments when he sat with her late into the night as she tinkered away repairing some firearm while he told her about his day. Ever since that intense moment in her shop, her feelings were beginning to shift.

Now that she was snuggled in bed and drowsy from drinking, sleep would claim her as thoughts of Tommy Shelby rippled through her mind. When did she let him so close to her heart? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her plan had been a simple one. Hide among the Shelbys in exchange for her talent at gun repair. She had no intention of anything beyond that.

Yet...the visage of Tommy Shelby entered her mind. How he sat so close beside her in the open meadow of wildflowers of violet and orange. The sun had set behind the vast horizon and melted the world in a shroud of pinkish hue that slipped into a faint shade of purple. Twilight was her favorite time of the day. The summer breeze caressed her skin through the thin fabric of her summer dress. Just as the blinking lights of the fire flies glimmered she felt Tommy Shelby lean in and bury his face into the nape of her neck.

An awakening shiver prickled along her spine as she sucked in a soft breath. His lips connected to her supple skin and trailed soft kisses along it. Her heart began to flutter as he meandered to her collarbone. The way her name sounded lyrical as it fell in soft breaths from his lips.

Her back arched as she felt his hands slip under her blouse, his fingertips working to massage her skin as he took his time exploring her. His kisses traveled back upwards and with one fluid strike of his hand, he snatched her chin between his finger and thumb. It wasn't rough like she'd imagined it to be, but meant to hold her attention solely on him. A besotted sigh escaped her parting lips as her cheeks became flushed. Her body pressed against him of its own accord. As if it was the sign he needed; he captured her lips in a possessive kiss. It made her head swim as her eyes slid closed. The overwhelming power of his scent; was a mixture of whiskey, leather, and tobacco. It tantalized her senses and left her wanting more; needing more. She needed him in every way he could give her.

She felt her back meet the plush terrain of the meadow and when she opened her eyes, he was on top of her. A drumming of excitement rushed through and pooled between her legs as she took in his visage. The great Thomas Shelby of the Peaky Blinders would have her. He would take her and make her forget all else.

❝ T-Tommy.❞ His name came out as a soft mewl. Light and desperate. She needed him.

Her hands shot out then and made short work in unbuttoning his shirt. She slid it off his form and let it fall into the deep grass. Her emerald gaze was fixated on Tommy. She memorized every contour of his torso and chest. She admired every muscle, every imperfection, every scar. God, he was perfect in his imperfection. Her fingertips took their time as they ghosted over his skin. He was warm and hard. Even the marred parts of him were exquisite to her. Her hands slid onto his back as he leaned in and did the same. He had peeled every bit of clothing from her. Her skin prickled against the cold air as his kisses returned.

Another shiver rushed through, a soft gasp as his hand slid up and down her thigh. Her fingers worked the hard muscles of his back, her nails dragging over his shoulder blades and down his back in long slow strokes. She could feel his mouth travel from her collarbone and down her chest. His lips met with one of her breasts. He took the nipple between his teeth while a free hand teased the other. Thunderous arousal rippled through her core as her back arched more, wanting more. Her nails dug gently into his skin and as if that spurred him on, he continued his journey downward. His hands gripped her thighs and she couldn't help but part her legs for him.

Soft, methodic breaths escaped her as he planted kisses over her lower stomach and hips. She found herself biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Her womanhood was gleaming with a slickness caused by his relentless teasing. She panted heavily as she watched him through half-lidded eyes. He nestled himself between her legs and her heart was pounding so loud from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Her jaw clenched, her body already beginning to tremble, waiting for his touch. How she wanted to feel his tongue delve inside her depths. She wanted to writhe as he took her. She wanted to think of naught else but him.

He indulged her. A loud gasp parted her lips as she felt his hot, sweet tongue filled her.

❝T-Tommy! ❞ she found herself crying out despite her attempts at being quiet. Her back arched as her hips gently began to buck against his chin. He was feasting on her as if it was his final meal. Her hand found a place in his hair and buried it there as she gripped the soft tendrils. She wondered for a fleeting moment if he would eat her whole. Her eyes closed fully as she felt his tongue slither and dip deep into her while his thumb teased her clit in a slow circular motion.

Fuck, this was dangerous. Lark moaned again and again. She bit her lip again as a soft smile spread across her lips.

❝ J-Just like that.❞ she begged softly.

Such ecstasy. She couldn't form a single thought, all she could do was focus on him. The more he feasted on her, the more aroused she got. Just as she felt herself reaching that point of no return; her eyes shot open.

She was no longer in the beautiful meadow with a shirtless Tommy Shelby. She was back in her little room peering into the dark. She was alone and certainly not being loved on by her boss.

Slowly, Lark sat up in bed, her body flushed from the fleeting dream she was happily enduring. She pulled her knees up to her ample chest and hid her flustered face in her arms.

❝ Oh...this isn't good.❞ She grumbled as she tried to put the wonderful dream out of her mind. Some lines weren't supposed to be crossed and yet her heart was determined to cross them. She nuzzled her face in her arms for a moment before exhaling a breath. She could've sworn she could still smell the faint scent of him but there was nothing but silence.

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

Shaw Han of course :)

@toffyandsalt also asked 👀

Favorite thing about him

There is a lot of things but I think that in general I really enjoy how he, hmm, hunters. He goes on missions, rides his sparrow, gets into trouble, you know, but! He's also very responsible - so much so he has a work that you would rather associate with a Titan. And he has a super that buffs his allies. But also, my mutual, Izzy, once called him a "knight in shiny armor" and yes, also very much that. Ok, I could talk about him a lot more but 💀

Least favorite thing about him

Eh, I've complained about how Bungie did him dirty so many times so I won't repeat myself. But also - he needs way more connection to other relevant characters.

Favorite line

"This... this can't be it, can it? These ships... the Darkness. This can't be how it ends..."

Milion crying emojis. This inspired my latest fanfic about him btw.

BrOTP

He! Was! Friends! With! Amanda! And! Asher!

OTP

None, unless you count my canon x oc ship with Cogito.

NOPT

I've seen him shipped with Suraya and... meh.

Random headcannon

You know that I have a lot so here's a few.

- He had plants! I've been thinking about ferns and orchids when writing "Night Watch" but I also think that he is a type of guardian to take care of bonsai tree for years.

- Spark is a name for a small dog, definitely a mongrel. Also probably not his first dog.

- He probably has a lot of small, random tattoos. You know, a type of guy to get matching ramen tattoos with his friends or have his pets' names on his arm.

- I named his ghost Kara Czono (niche reference) until they get a canon name.

Unpopular opinion

Hah, in this economy most of my opinions about him are unpopular! But, among other things, I like his armor. It's pretty simple, just an undersuit and some metal strapped to it but it's functional and makes sense. Also the color scheme 👀 also, nice, it show's that he's left-handed!

Song I associate with him

You mean, an entire playlist?

Favorite picture of him

Hiiii.

[devondespresso]

Last Line Tag Game!!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

tagged by @stobinesque 💕 I finally have a little piece from my latest adventure: a Nancy pov trauma drabble ft. post s1 stancy (longer than one sentence technically cause the sentences are short because dialogue)

“Okay, that’s fine. Never again, if you need that."

(is that the title mixed in somewhere in the line?? 👀 thats crazyyy i wonder which two words it is 🤔)

tagging only 9 people this time (no pressure ofc 💕)(sorry if if i tagged you after you've already done it i haven't been online all day)(double sorry if you're not a writer and i mixed up who my writer and nonwriter mutuals are): @spoookysix @blushweddinggowns @gleek4twd @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @eriquin @byler-alarmist @marvel-ous-m @unclewaynemunson @itswhatyougive

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

You summoned me, and here I am, with a review for the latest smut!

(Believe me, I was blown away by the other ones that I did not review as well, but I was so busy I hardly had the time to breathe 😅)

First of all, I had not expected at all for Trust to be BDSM 👀 and poor Tonks, those auror issue handcuffs 😂 someone (Sirius) please gift them the silk ones 😂

Holy shit, it was one of the best I've read recently and you bet I'm gonna reread it for days now.

And the praise kink 🥵 Remus is sure to be discovering new aspects about himself with Tonks 😏

Now, for the filler scene, as always 😆

Tonks and Kingsley coming down almost at the same time to leave for work.

Tonks: 🙂 (wants to die)

Kingsley: 🙂 (wants to die)

About to leave when they remember something.

Tonks: Shit I forgot something. Be back in a moment.

Kingsley: I think I did too.

They run up to the rooms of their respective lovers and meet at the door again, both holding a pair of handcuffs.

Both of them, red in the face: OH MY GOD I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!

Remus and Sirius from the stairs, hearing the commotion: what-

Tonks and Kingsley holding each other's hand up that holds the handcuffs: 💀

Sirius and Remus giving each other a look of dread, wanting the earth to open up and swallow them.

Sirius: you kinky fellow, Remus 😆

Remus: if you must know, Sirius, Dora got the idea from you 😎

Kingsley: none of us will ever speak of this again. Back to work now, everyone!

(please keep the smuts coming 🤲)

Anon, I don't know who you are, but whoever you are, THANK YOU.

Trust was entirely new territory for me - never written bondage, handcuffs, anything remotely related to bdsm, or praise kinky stuff before. I am so, so glad you liked it!

I've decided they definitely like praising each other in bed!

THAT EXACT SCENE YOU WROTE WAS RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND! All I could imagine was Tonks and Kingsley stuffing handcuffs into their pockets and bags really hastily in the morning, both of them having had ~fun~ with their partners, and making a silent, mutual agreement to never, ever talk about the incident again.

Also, it's a little while before they can look each other in the eye, and the next time Kingsley and Tonks make an arrest together they definitely don't talk about the last places those cuffs have been!

I will most certainly keep the smut coming - Blackbolt will be in the background for some of them too! ;)

THANK YOU AGAIN ANON I LOVE YOU.

[polinsated]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💕

Thank you!!

My pup & cat – Rocco and Marble

Busted – my favourite band! (+ their latest release👀)

Feeding the wildlife that comes into our garden. – i've named the squirrel that keeps coming back- Oliver

Getting home from work just in time to watch my Mum and Dad's favourite game show with them - and then annoying them because I've beat them in scores every night thus far

My guitar. I have only actually played it a handful of times, and I know it's gonna take me a while to learn, but it just makes me happy, seeing it in my room. It's gorgeous, and I can't wait to choose some stickers for it 😂

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who's your least favorite mutual? 👀 (SLASH J YOU DONT NEED TO ANSWER THAT)

ok actual question...

what's your favorite thing to have friendly debates about?

NO ANON YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME 😭 you know it so well that that question doesn’t have an answer, they’re all my beloveds <3 (I know you were joking hahaha but it made my heart skip a beat at first 🥲)

Friendly debates, I adore them! I find them really intellectually stimulating. I really like debating on any topic concerning physics world (which we’ve been doing frequently lately with my physicist friend group and I just feel like I’m in heaven), the dystopia/utopia of the artificial intelligence and (this is going to be a really specific theme but) which composer actually started the Romantic Era in classical music. I know it’s considered as Beethoven in the academia, but I still can’t help but think about what role Mozart would’ve played had he lived a few decades longer because he literally has telling signs in his latest works. I include that whenever this kind of conversation comes up (it isn’t frequent but we talk about it with my friend from the conservatory) and watch as things get flamed x).

honest anon ask game