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This blog is now archived! I can be found at @phantomdream going forward :)

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I actually forgot until late last night, but June 30th makes 5 years I’ve been writing Luna! <3 My wonderful moon queen, I love her so, so much.

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heartrip​:

His motion doesn’t slow, hand burning body with a speed reserved for desperate pleasure - he can’t take his eyes off her, or his lips. Kano’s kisses are hardly delicate, his affection punishment on the body of a woman who he already considers his prisoner. So disturbing is their shared gratification that anybody on the outside would wonder what it is that they have. Kano wouldn’t blame them. 

The lock of hair around his neck had garnered him looks before - his men too disturbed, too scared to ask. His enemies too sickened to debate it and Sonya - Sonya surely hated it. Or perhaps she loved it? With the way that her lips meet his, the way that her body urges his touch - he has to wonder if she really hates it at all.

God, of course she does. Her heat burns for him; hellish desire. They’re burning together, all of the things that make them enemies smouldering away in the fires of their affection. 

When she answers his question, a firm ‘no’ spilling from her lips like a spit on his face, he can only relinquish a breath. It’s hard not to cum upon hearing it, not to entirely lose control - to grace her skin with the spill of his seed. He instead relents; Sonya silenced with a press of his lips and clasp of her tongue. 

His hand parts from his cock to instead slip down the gap between her thighs, fingers circling sensitivity while his tongue lashes her own. 

“You don’t?” he pants, mouth moving from her own - his kiss wet and desperate and soon a bite on her neck “you’re lyin’, baby-” fangs don’t draw blood but they’d certainly bruise “don’t lie t’me, Sonya.” His hand goes in harder, fingers tormenting her body - an attempt to make her want him because he wants her to want him. 

“P-please-” the word is alien to say, unfamiliar but slipped between the lucidity of pleasure because in the moment ( with his cock hard and her pussy wet ) there’s nothing else he can think of…only the desperation and the hope that she says it back…

that she says ‘I love you, too’. 

She knows he loves hearing her say no just as much as he loves it. She’s a challenge, and that’s part of the draw, the intrigue, that she doesn’t buckle for him, cave in when he wants it, that she isn’t in love with him when he wants her to be. A challenge, a fight, an equal he can’t overcome, just as she can’t with him. She’d have his ass behind any bars that could hold him, she’d kill him again, again, again, if only for a modicum of peace in her life, but until then, she’s here, with him again, and they don’t relent.

His mouth is hard against hers, always a fight with them, it’s exhausting and exhilarating and she lets him have his way for a moment, feet braced on the ground as her hips rise to meet his touch, the thin layer of that ridiculous lingerie he makes her fight in the only thing separating him from touching her, from finding more than the outline of her clit, and he wants her so bad she can taste it.

Please, he all but whimpers, begs her, pleads for her, and it feels like victory, but she doesn’t take it easily, not without more. No victory can ever be sweet enough over Kano when there’s more to be had.

Hands find his chest, one foot against his hip, and she pushes him back with little grace and too much force, hearing the hard thud of his back on the ground, and she climbs atop him, seated on his stomach and hands pinning his shoulders, nails hard in his flesh. She aches to have him inside her, but she isn’t going to give him the satisfaction, not yet. One hand moves to his neck, a reflection of another time she had him beneath her with anger and frustration and a want she didn’t acknowledge filling her very bones.

Her hips slip back just a touch, enough to tease his cock without any real satisfaction. “Say it again, Kano,” she hisses through gritted teeth, her fingers gripping his neck tighter. “Say please and maybe you’ll get what you want. Maybe.”

#nsfw #Sonya tbt. #heartrip #(I took a few liberties here but if that's not okay just let me know)

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Send me 👀 + a question and my muse has to answer it honestly | @alpharedfield​

👀 + would you go out to dinner with me? (he's trying not to grin but is failing miserably) — Chris @ Mia

"Is this just a hypothetical, or a real request for a dinner date?” A grin slowly spreads across her lips as she eyes Chris to see if he’s serious or just teasing her. He’s the type to know what he wants and go for it, not play coy. “Name the place and I’ll be there.”

#(make it fancy and she'll even wear a dress) #« The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one 『 𝙼. 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 』 Muse » #« The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one 『 𝙼. 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 』 IC Interactions » #alpharedfield

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mercyspared​:

@phantomdream​​

      ❛ ーーー get over here,  you bastard. ❜  but there was a distinct warmth to her voice as val reached out and touched johnny,  arms wrapping around him in an embrace more bone-crushing than one would expect from a five-foot-five nomad girl.  god,  she’d hated him at first.  now he was family.  family she could reach out and touch.  ❛ told you we’d both make it. ❜

“C’mon, V, don’t get all sentimental on me,” he says, but he doesn’t pull away when she hugs him, doesn’t stop himself from gripping her tightly to him and pressing his cheek against her hair. She smells like soap and a bit of sweat and a lot of Night City, a heady combination he’d forgotten about from 70 years without a body, that he’s being hit by full force now as he holds her. Fuck, she reminds him of so many things that had been dulled in his senses. Even being in her head, so much had been filtered through what she smelled, what she felt; sensation through a filter of static that left him grasping for familiarity but being denied.

Until right now. It’d taken ages to get a body together that would work well enough for him to be downloaded into, and the first real reintroduction to the world is V.

“Alright, alright, get off,” he says, though even his own release on her is slow, unwilling almost. “Might give me the wrong idea, holdin’ onto me like that.” He pauses, exhales sharply, and he can still feel and smell and hear her as if she were pressed against him still. Senses on overdrive, everything feels overwhelming but in the best way. He feels sensitive to everything, heightened and on alert, and he wonders how this body does in the sack. “Fuck, I need a cigarette.”

#« Anything worth doing is worth overdoing 『 𝙹. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 』 Muse » #« Anything worth doing is worth overdoing 『 𝙹. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 』 IC Interactions » #« Anything worth doing is worth overdoing 『 𝙹. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 』 v ⋮ Main » #mercyspared #(whoops my hand slipped 8] <3)

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@themechaneer : This is me asking you about the ships you won’t admit to wanting @soulcluster : HI PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE SHIPS YOU WANT BUT WONT ADMIT TO im giving you free reign to admit anything you want because i wanna hear it!!! Anon : Gimme them trash ships!

All of you, istg <3 Also, these aren’t really ‘trash’ ships in the sense that they’re trashy, but in that (for most of them) I know how the fandoms at large have interpreted these characters and mine kind of go against it but haven’t really wanted to say it. But hey, if my reputation on tumblr of all places is going to get tarnished, at least it’s for non-problematic ships lol

Jesse (Faden) / Simon A.rish

Luna / Gladio (don’t look at me, I have a ship board for them)

Luna / Tidus in her FFX verse (DON’T LOOK AT ME)

J.ack Joyce / Amy F.erraro (I have a ficlet of them up on my AO3, not even sorry)

B.eth W.ilder / Paul S.erene (I have a large WIP fic I’ve been working on for ages, AU after they travel back in time)

Excella / Chris, but like exclusively in my verse where she’s betrayed by Wesker and survives (stop looking at me Dx)

Lightning / Snow :| Yeah, I know, and I don’t care

#(there's probably more but these are some that I think about more than others) #(give me until I'm trying to sleep at 4am and I'll suddenly remember lol) #(these are definitely not shameful by any means and recognize that) #(it's just as I said in the post) #(sorry to make it sound like this was going to be EXTRA SCANDALOUS and really it's tame af lol)

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phantomdream​:

So I made myself a Turk OC (you can find her info a few posts down; I’m on mobile or I’d link it here myself), so please give this post a like if it’s okay to toss my FFVII OC your way, and you might just get her in your inbox 😎

Her bio is here, and now this is an official inbox call for her!

#inbox call #(also gonna send these out soon! Feel free to like this for her too)

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Inbox call for all my muses!

Specify muse (for me and you, if you're also a multi) and I'll go smush them into your askbox! As usual, mutuals only, please have some ask memes to choose from or an accessible tag I can look through, and if needed specify verse! Also, if you have an idea on what kind of ask you want (happy, angry, fluffy, soft, sweet, romantic, sexy, fighting or sparring, etc etc), let me know and I'll do my best to accommodate!

#inbox call #(okay I know I've been really bad about these but I'M GOING TO SEND THEM SOON) #(but this is still open for a bit before I do send them)

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ravusnightblossom​:

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟   The nod of agreement from his sister was relieving. Ravus knew that Lunafreya thought of Maria much with the same love and fondness as he did, and that was also something the Empire had to be aware of. Anyone that say the interactions between the three of them would instantly understand what an important and almost maternal role the woman had in their lives. She may as well have been immediate family, as far as Ravus was concerned. Who did they have left, really, aside from one another? Maria, Lysander, and even Umbra and Pryna. That was quite literally it… Sure, there was still a handful of staff that had been around in those early years, but they lacked the meaningful bond necessary to become fodder to use against them. 

He had been about to turn and leave once again when Ravus suddenly found himself pulled and his sister in his arms. A breath cut short in his chest and his brows raised in genuine surprise. 

She was… hugging him? 

How long had it been since she had done that? He couldn’t even remember… Somehow, the quiet gesture meant more to him than any words she could have spoken. 

“We will,” he whispered, arms moving to hold her closely, embracing her for a moment, though he was mindful of the prosthetic, not wanting it to crush her or for her hair to become caught in the joints. “I promise. If… If you promise me that whatever you must tend to will see you walking away from it alive, then I will return to Tenebrae and await your return.”

The ideas were already beginning to shift about in his mind, what they would need to do, how they could accomplish gaining their independence. It would involve direct defiance to the Empire… and that would be messy, at best. An uprising, perhaps? There were still many loyal to Tenebrae and the Fleuret house. While he doubted they would stand by his side, most still viewing him as a traitorous turncoat, they would surely rally to Lunafreya’s beckon. 

If reluctantly, he let go of her and took a step back. “I believe I have some arrangements to quietly make… You be safe as well, sister.”           

〚 ❣ 〛 Of course Ravus would request the one thing from her that she cannot guarantee, that she does not anticipate will happen. She is not meant to live through this war, and all her efforts thus far have been purely to see that at least she or Noctis, preferably both, make it to the end. Not beyond that. If the Astrals are kind enough to grant her a life into the new dawn, she will accept it, yet she does not anticipate that being her outcome. It would be too cruel to hope for something longer, only to be crushed moments before her death.

Her brother has not reined in his own hopes, though. Fighting endlessly against prophecy, destiny, his own sister’s near reckless behavior in the name of her role to play. How exhausted he must be. She wants to assuage his fears, to provide him comfort she knows he craves, but she is not one to lie, and she will not do so now. Not to someone she loves and respects so much. For long moments, she holds him tightly, eyes squeezed shut while she composes herself, before stepping back and letting her hands clasp gently in front of her.

“I’ll go with you,” she says abruptly. Perhaps that had not been the plan, to go together, and there are certain risks involved with it, but together they are better prepared to fend off suspicion and beasts than they would be alone. And this may help instill some hope within her brother that she isn’t simply going to throw her life away. Even if she does not anticipate surviving the war, she is here for the long fight.

“I have some things to do myself, but we can leave tonight. Together.” There is so much to be done. She must see Noctis, awaken Leviathan and beg its help for Noctis without being seen (a spectacle that may be hidden by the fall of night), ensuring she is seen enough that none will suspect her absence until morning. She and Ravus will need as much time to get away as possible. “We should wear something to hide ourselves, and then we can meet by the edge of town, by the makeup billboard.” One Lunafreya is on, having been pushed into the photoshoot at the request of those wanting her to maintain a facade of being freer than Tenebrae - and Luna herself - truly is.

#« The moon is reminiscent of hope. Silver light in darkness 『 𝙻. 𝙽𝚘𝚡 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚝 』 Muse » #« The moon is reminiscent of hope. Silver light in darkness 『 𝙻. 𝙽𝚘𝚡 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚝 』 v ⋮ Main » #« The moon is reminiscent of hope. Silver light in darkness 『 𝙻. 𝙽𝚘𝚡 𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚝 』 IC Interactions » #ravusnightblossom

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soulcluster​:

Again, ignored. “I’m good.” While he couldn’t exactly remember the training, he knew he could ride a bike, just as he knew he could wield a sword or knew the layout of a battle. “I didn’t come to talk shop. Do you know of anyone needing work done around here?”

“Hm! You didn’t even think to ask me.” She crosses her arms, pretends to be offended, but it’s all an easy-to-see-through ploy. “Maybe I need some help around here, did you consider that at all? Mercs, I swear.” Despite her tone, a teasing smile starts to show on her lips.

#soulcluster #« There are days when she's a whisper and nights when she's a scream 『 𝙹. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 』 Muse » #« There are days when she's a whisper and nights when she's a scream 『 𝙹. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 』 IC Interactions » #« There are days when she's a whisper and nights when she's a scream 『 𝙹. 𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 』 v ⋮ Main »

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multimuse specific ‘why aren’t we interacting yet’ symbol meme | @sinsunkncwn

🌴: I like one or more of your muses but I can’t come up with a muse I could play

jsadh That’s always kind of the trouble with SH, I think, there’s this one huge, connecting thread, but finding ways/reasons for them to connect can be so tough! I’m always down for some plotting, though! My main verse for Mary has her reborn as an extension of the town following the Rebirth ending, so she’s always present as part of S.ilent Hill itself.

But if there’s any muses in particular you’re interested in, feel free to let me know! It might take some work, but I bet we could make it work :]

#« Answers » #sinsunkncwn #(I still have your ask for Murphy to answer too. Sorry I'm hella slow ;; <3)

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Random asks are love incarnate!| @deconsecrated​ (with @soulcluster​ mentions obvs)​

the lady is back again in his life,  din had entrusted him wholly in her care  &  of her child,  winta.  he coos gently as he pursues winta with small, fragile legs — his speed merely half that of hers as a human.  still,  she cares and she waits when the distance grows too large—allowing him time to catch up so he doesn't grow despondent.  when her voice calls them both,  ears prickle at the sound of his name.

grogu !

breaking attention  &  focus from winta,  little legs hasten in pace as they sprint towards the tall woman,  arms held open wild as he coos as loudly as he can to make her notice him.  he wants so desperately to be picked up by her,  to be held in the only other pair of arms that have ever made him feel safe in this world.  he wants to feel the loving embrace of a mother,  she may not be that in blood — but with the way she softly says his name and whispers him sweet lullabies till he slumbers,  she is everything a mother is to him  &  that she shall be.

let this be all he knows from now on.

Omera is kept in the know regarding Grogu, Din sending her updates when he can, coming to see her now that the tracker is gone and the child won’t be followed or put in danger. As much as Omera would like to be able to go with him more often, back into space where she may yet still be a wanted petty criminal, she understands that it is safe for her, Winta, and, yes, Grogu here on Sorgan.

So it is with open arms she welcomes Din and Gorgu back, getting one evening with the Mandalorian before he has to leave for a time. She doesn’t know how long the child will be with her and Winta, and the selfish part of her hopes it will be for longer than before, that perhaps his (for all intents and purposes) father would choose to stay, as well. Maybe when her daughter is older, they can strike out into the galaxy again, but that is a thought for another time. Not today, not when things are so peaceful for Grogu.

Omera can’t help but smile as they all play, as Winta pauses to let Grogu catch up so they can keep playing together. Such a kind-hearted girl she’s raised. It’s a shame to call a stop to their games, but it’s nearly dinnertime.

“Winta! Grogu!” She calls to them with a smile, and there aren’t any groans of disappointment that they have to stop. They come running to her, Grogu toddling as quickly as his little legs will carry him, until he is close enough for her to sweep him up into her arms and hold him close. He coos and tucks himself closer, and between him and Winta and Din, she is a blessed woman and mother.

#« How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist 『 𝙾𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 』 Muse » #« How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist 『 𝙾𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 』 IC Interactions » #« Answers » #deconsecrated #soulcluster

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multimuse specific ‘why aren’t we interacting yet’ symbol meme | Anonymous

🌵: The muse I want to play with is one of your low activity/on request muses and I don’t know if you’re open for new things

Hey Anon! You can always feel free to hit me up, even if it’s a lesser used / low activity muse! Some of them I’m more comfortable with than others, but if they’re on my list, they’re definitely there for a reason :] Even if it’s on anon, I can let you know if that particular muse is someone that can be drawn up for more interaction. Let me know, if you’d like!

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multimuse specific ‘why aren’t we interacting yet’ symbol meme — feel free to elaborate when you send one!

💐: Request permission to write up a random starter for you, right now? 🌼: I actually have a plot in mind but I’ve been too shy to bring it up 🌹: I have a muse I think would fit a wishlist post of yours but I don’t know if you want that one 🌱: I love your writing but I want to just silently follow you for a bit longer to get a better hang of your muses 🍂: I don’t know any of your muses so I’m waiting until I can get to know them on my own 🍃: I don’t know any of your current muses but you were hinting about adding someone I do know 🍁: The muse I’m curious about doesn’t have information up yet 🎋: I don’t know which one of my muses you’re interested in 🌴: I like one or more of your muses but I can’t come up with a muse I could play 🌵: The muse I want to play with is one of your low activity/on request muses and I don’t know if you’re open for new things 🍀: I honestly haven’t even thought about interacting yet, I just followed to adore your writing

#Askbox tbt. #(oh these are really neat and not the standard)

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Finally! I managed to finish my master degree, so now I‘m able to share my work with you again :) this time it’s my interpretation of Amanos version of Lunafreya! (The one on the Royal Edition cover of FFXV) I actually started with a master study of Frank Weston Bensons painting called „Summer“ but it kinda escalated and so I painted Lunafreya in her Amano dress which has a lot of Shiva elements in it :)

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Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!

#(it's like raichoose was psychic and knew I needed to see this today) #(it's been a weird couple of days and I'm in a weird place this morning because of it) #(anyway this is also for everyone who feels this way about themselves and their muses!) #(your take on your muses are valid and wonderful and there's no one else who writes your muses the way you do) #(ilu all) #Psa tbt.

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Random kisses are love incarnate! | @mvnces​

Julian is going to drag Geralt down by the shoulders of his armor just to give him a little kiss. No moody Witchers, only kiss 💕 

Geralt was absolutely not sulking or moody or anything of the sort while listening to Julian talk about other Witchers he’s heard of, whether peripherally or by stories told in the various taverns and inns they visit. They are rare anymore, it’s only natural Julian would be entertained by the idea of others when he has known of but one in all his years.

And yet, perhaps there is a certain hard edge of the set of his jaw, a tightness to his arms crossed firmly across his chest, and maybe some disgruntled sounds coming from the witcher’s throat. They mean nothing, though, and certainly not rooted in some deep-seated anxiety that Julian might find one of those others far more entertaining than Geralt and want to leave with them instead. Alright, so maybe he’s attached to the demon, so what?

He must have been quite transparent in his mood - or Julian is just that good at reading him - because Julian distracts him from his thoughts with a insistent tug until Geralt bends enough to allow the demon to kiss him. A quick, simple kiss, yet no less meaningful than any of the others. Geralt huffs in satisfaction as he stands tall again, and if one were to look closely, they might just see the hint of a smile on his lips.

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