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#like oof
…… what’s the opposite of Icarus?
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glitterdustcyclops · 3 months
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y'know I watched a vid dissecting somerton's absolutely dogshit non-apology video and then went on twitter and saw no less than 5 different tweets referring to someone as the "james somerton of [x]"
and i just can't help but feel that once your literal name becomes a metonym for the very concept of plagiarism then it is just, so fucking over for you dude
like there is simply no way you're coming back from that one
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denim-devil · 5 months
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Yall not Mike Schmidt and FNAF giving me motivation to write-
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iamqueenpotato · 1 year
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Divine
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel and Y/N are assigned to investigate Beron at his annual ball. But they can't stand each other. At all.
⚠️: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: Me just writing very little plot to support these ✨️scenes✨️ that were stuck in my head. First time writing smut in any sense. Enjoy!
Word count: 2k
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Dances or any form of formal events weren’t your forte. The thought of wearing something so constraining appalled you. But here you stood staring at yourself in the mirror, wearing a tight gown, you won’t lie it was gorgeous, but it wasn’t something you saw yourself in often. It hugged your curves in all the right ways, the silver-to-black fade of sequins shone under the light, and it cut right at your navel, leaving little to the imagination. Your hair was set to the side and let down freely across your shoulder. The makeup Mor applied highlighted your cheekbones and made your eyes pop.
You would be more excited about dressing up if it weren’t for the reason you were here. And who you came with.
Rhys had assigned you to attend the Autumn courts yearly ball in hopes to understand more of Beron’s schemes, to sweet talk your way for information and to see if any faces appeared that were abnormal. It was an easy mission, as easy as they come and as one of the night courts most trusted and unknown spies you were given this particular assignment. But a certain shadowsinger thought you weren’t ready and demanded to come with. He claimed you still needed practice with your skills. So now you have a “date”.
You despised the man. He seemed to always point out your flaws, claiming you weren’t making any progress in the field. You always wondered why he picked on you. Never anyone else. It made your blood boil how much he bugged you. And you hoped he knew the hatred was mutual.
All you could hope is to get through tonight, show him what you’re capable of, and maybe then you won’t need a supervisor on future assignments. As you gathered the rest of your things there was a sudden knock at your door, you rushed over to open it, finding Azriel on the other side. He was wearing a tight black button-down shirt, a couple of buttons at the top left undone, his tattoos decorating his prominent collarbones, his shadows dancing around him. He wore a suit jacket over it with a pair of plain black dress pants.
“You need to hurry up.” He spat. You rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, flattening the skirt of your dress as you walked down the hall.
“You know for someone who sits in the shadows a lot, you have very little patience.” You spoke back with a sharp tone. He scoffed, brushing past you with his head held high. It was going to be a long night.
Throughout the night you danced with many different males from many courts but none of them seemed to have any useful information, though each time a new male approached you it felt as though a pair of eyes had been watching you all night.
Stepping away from the dancefloor, you leaned against a window seal, sipping on the flute of champagne you grabbed from one of the trays. You closed your eyes, leaning your head against the glass, letting the coolness from it relax your mind.
“Standing here all alone?” A voice broke the silence, as you opened your eyes you found Lucien Vanserra standing across from you.
“Just taking a break.” You replied, bringing the sweet liquid to your lips once more. Lucien moved closer to you, bringing his hand to rest on your hip, dipping his head to talk quietly in your ear.
“My father decided to not show at his own party, and it seems his most trusted are waiting on his arrival before showing up. I am going to investigate more about his whereabouts. I will let you know what I find.” Lucien whispered. You closed your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
“What’s going on here Y/N?” Azriel’s voice cut in, opening your eyes you found the shadowsinger standing across from you and Lucien. His arms were crossed, the shadows around him seemed to engulf him, and his expression was unreadable.
“I’ll see you later Y/N” Lucien made his exit, giving Azriel a subtle nod before disappearing into the crowd.
“Come with me,” Azriel demanded, not giving you a chance to respond, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the room, only to pull you into what you assumed was a storage room of some sort. “What is your problem?” He seethed, closing the door behind him. You stared at him dumbfounded, what in the world was he going on about? You didn’t respond, only waiting for him to continue. “We have things to do and what you thought you could take a break and flirt with Lucien?” Azriel’s tone had more anger behind it than you could understand.
“What the hell are you talking about Azriel?” You crossed your arms, spilling a bit of your anger. He can’t accuse you of things like this, what gave him the right to treat you this way in the first place? “First of all I was not flirting with Lucien and second of all if I was that doesn’t concern you.”
Azriel walked closer to you, his figure towering over yours, his eyes were dark, his gaze solely fixed on your face. “Yes it does.”
You laughed, backing up as much as you could from the shadowsinger. “Since when is my love life any of your concern?”
He sauntered closer to you, closing more of the distance between you two, it was then your back hit the small island within the room. You were cornered now, as Azriel placed each hand on the centerpiece behind you, caging you in. His face was extremely close to yours, you could smell the sweet champagne on his breath. “I hate how you affect me so much. Do you know how hard it is to control myself when I see you during training? How much I want to take you then and there, feel the way you squirm against me.” Azriel whispered. You couldn’t breathe, and your cheeks flushed pink as you stared up at Azriel, his gaze was dark and dangerous. You could feel the desire pooling in your stomach. Your body shivered as Azriel brought a hand up, running one finger along your exposed back. “Then tonight, seeing you in this dress, then seeing you with all those males, the way they stared at you made my blood boil. Then when I saw Lucien place that hand on your hip. I almost lost it. I wanted to tear him away from you and claim you for my own.” Azriel’s words fueled that desire within you, each word that slipped off his tongue was divine.
Azriel moved his hand along your jaw, his thumb tilting your head towards him. “Do you understand what you do to me, sweetheart?”
You didn’t know what came over you, but as your eyes shifted between his own and his lips you couldn’t hold it back. “Show me what I do to you Az.”
That was all Azriel needed to hear as he crashed his lips into yours, you opened your mouth to him, pressing your body against his as you bit his lip, enticing a low growl from him. His hands trailed all over your body, you moaned into the kiss which only encouraged the shadowsinger to kiss you with more ferocity. You ran your fingers through his silky black hair as he kissed down your neck, when you gripped his hair, he responded with a soft bite along your shoulder.
He moved his lips back to meet yours as he pulled at the dress straps across your shoulders, removing the fabric, the dress slid to the floor, leaving you naked in front of him. The cool air grazed your skin as he stepped back to admire you, but his gaze burned your skin, you were not ashamed so you watched him as he stared, your eyes moving to his now hard length within his pants, you bit your lip as more pleasure washed over you. “Beautiful.” He whispered before wrapping his arms around you, lifting you onto the centerpiece. he kissed you quickly but long enough to savor your taste before he moved, kissing down your neck and your chest. Each kiss was more electrifying than the last. He kissed around your breasts, teasing you before taking your hardened nipple into his mouth, bringing his hand up to play with the other, you leaned your head back. “Azriel.” You moaned, running a hand through his hair.
He released your nipple, continuing his trial of kisses down to your center. He pushed your legs apart, your obvious arousal dripping down you. Azriel kissed your thighs as he looked up at you. “So wet for me love.” He stared at you as if you were a feast ready to be devoured. And with the first stroke of his tongue, it sent a blissful chill throughout your body. Azriel repeated the motion, paying extra attention to your clit, swirling his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he pushed two fingers within you, pumping them in and out hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck” You moaned louder, as your climax got closer, you looked down at Azriel, admiring how he kneeled between your legs, gripping his hair as the feeling of pure euphoria washed over you. His fingers slowed as you trembled around them.
“You look so beautiful when you cum all over my fingers.” His words made your arousal rise again, you needed him inside you, and you wanted to feel every inch of him.
“I need you.” Breathless as you spoke. You watched as he removed each article of clothing, it was torturous as he took his time undressing.
“What do you need?” He asked. You knew he wanted to hear it again, and as much as you wanted to pull him down and take him completely, he wouldn’t budge.
“I need you. Please.” You begged.
A devilish smirk appeared across his face. “Good girl.” He said as he removed the last bit of clothing, freeing his hardened member. They weren’t kidding when they said the wingspan matched the length. Spreading your legs apart, you gestured him to come closer, he laid you flat across the surface, lining himself up with your entrance. His lips met yours once more as he pushed in. Each inch filling you in the best way possible.
Once he was completely inside of you, he gave you a few moments to adjust to his size. “You can move now.” You whispered in his ear, as he moved his hips in slow thrusts, various moans escaped your lips as he picked up his speed, he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust, you were close to breaking once more.
“Look at you. Taking my cock like such a good girl. Gods you feel so good wrapped around me.” Azriel leaned over you, pushing your legs closer to your head, in this angle each thrust felt deeper than before. “Cum for me sweetheart, I want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”
His words pushed you over the edge as he picked up his speed, shattering around him, your entire body trembled with pleasure. Azriel finding his own release as he buried himself inside of you moments after. His soft moans echoing around you as you came down from your high.
Brushing a few stray hairs away from your face he pulled you up, holding you tight as he pulled himself out from you, leaving you feeling a bit empty. He laid down on the surface, bringing you to lay on top of him. You both were breathless, covered in sweat, the room smelled like sex, but all you could focus on was the Illyrian beneath you. Neither of you spoke, but you felt complete. A feeling you weren’t expecting, so when Azriel leaned down to kiss you once more, you didn’t want it to end.
“Mine.” he whispered to you.
You smiled up at him, silently accepting his statement with no issue. You couldn’t say you despised the man anymore.
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jadequarze · 11 months
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I love FRIDA and Imogen relationship, these two just looking out on their people (sometimes). FRIDA confiding on Imogen about being bitten and her comforting them. I love them both 😭
Also, Imogen immediately shutting out and being slighly distrustful at Deanna, for the demise of Jerry. She isn't suprise when it's Chet, she still feels horrible seeing it but at least she understands it. But towards Deanna, mama Deanna who cooks them breakfast. Like, she even asked FRIDA if Deanna has like that before and the fact that they said no, they're both scared. Imogen loves animals so much
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gunsatthaphan · 2 years
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#oops.
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bardicious · 8 months
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Okay, besides my ultimate Spirk agenda, its gotta be SO fuckin brutal for a commitment-phobe to get the news that this one relationship you really want to work out but already have doubts with cause you're scared is just SO not gonna work. Yeah, she's gonna jump at the chance to leave. And that's just tragic.
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memes-saved-me · 2 years
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This part of Running Up That Hill is being completely ignored and it fits so well
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
You, you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.
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lazydaizies · 2 years
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@cheryllclayton
Happy Weekend with this hot honey.
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engagemythrusters · 7 months
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okay the last jedi is by far the worst star wars film. like that was. reeeally bad.
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latentquailtales · 2 months
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How would you react if you woke up as Bf?
Fun fact: he's canonically 7 feet tall (I'm not joking Phantomarcade said this twice on his Twitter account)
considering that he has like, 80 different people and entities trying to kill him at any point in time i'd probably just cry fr
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realitysperception · 5 months
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Another tear jerker. Spector can't leave these two alone.
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missmitchieg · 10 months
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But see, what's depressing is that when I first heard
Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick
my immediate thought was
All this time We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)
All this time I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)
and then my second thought was
And when I meet the band They ask, "Do you have a man?" I could still say, "I don't remember"
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kansasjustgotgayer · 5 months
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Ugh. If you get frequently chapped lips in the winter then your hands may get that way too.
Take action BEFORE your skin gets too dry. Moisturize. Use hand cream.
Do it BEFORE the skin gets irritated.
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kindlythevoid · 3 months
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if I had a nickel for every time someone thought Frodo was dead, I’d only have three nickels but it’s weird that it happened thrice.
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thelargefrye · 11 months
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okay but like... what if exile her and ateez did a joint concert
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