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mossonastone · 1 year
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next year i wanna make time for celebrating the twelve days of Christmas - Rauhnächte - and generally wanna get more into paganism and pagan rites and rituals. i‘m literally sitting on Celtic ground.
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arkhamslvts · 9 months
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jason probably has the dumbest fuckin’ grin when he’s fucking you offhhfgdd like he’s got you bent into the mattress and your legs are shaking cuz he’s just goin to TOWN on your pussy. he pulls you up to kiss you and he’s got that stupid smile on his face cuz he knows he’s making you a wreck n he’s all “ ‘s good baby? am i fucking you good enough” and all you can do is moan and give him a weak little nod and he just laughs, slaps your ass and mutters out a quick “thought so” before he speeds up again. hrgdgdc yeah.
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k2ntoss · 4 months
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JASON TODD IS JUST SO CUTE EVEN WHEN HE'S BEING RED HOOD
okay, i know i may appear insane but i'm not so just listen to me: i know i already said that jason is a pleasure dom and well, he IS HE LIKES TO PAMPER YOU AND SPOIL YOU HE JUST he can't help it but feeling all fuzzy when you give him a cheeky smile and a long warm kiss whenever he gets you something so...
it's a nice morning and jason decided to go on a walk with you, small city fair going on so you go around, looking at the kids playing and running around until you spot a nice plushie, big and fluffy pink cow with a cute tiny strawberry pattern and ohhh jason notices how you stare at the little stuffed animal and he knows you want it but then his phone rings and he has to pick up the call, job is calling and he has to leave like NOW "baby, i can get it for you really fast, you know" he'll tell you almost pleading for you to let him delay his duty but you know it'll be problematic "jay, it's fine, you have to go" and jason pouts, yes HE POUTS "but baby, you want it" it's his excuse, he is determined to get late to his meeting just for you to have that fucking pink cow "yes, i want it and it's cute but you're in a hurry so the cow can wait" and that's it, you make him go to his meeting
later that day, when night falls and you're getting in bed to watch something on tv while waiting for jason to come back from his patrol as red hood and that happens around midnight, he comes in through the window of your room all geared up, red helmet and leather jacket, his guns on his holsters as he takes off his boots "y'know i had the weirdest night, these punks are getting way too bold lately" it's the first thing he says as soon as his helmet comes off and you are looking at him "i swear i got a bunch of them tonight and they laughed at me, can you believe it? i'm pointing a gun at them and they laugh!" he is venting, probably a little more talkative than his usual but you are lying in bed trying to hold your laugh as he takes off his gloves and then his guns "and now you too? what is it? am i a clown now?" he grunts as he looks at you through narrowed eyes "jay... did you stuffed that into your pocket?" you ask jason pointing at the pocket of his jacket and then he realizes, red hood has been going around in patrol with the pink fluffy cow on his pocket "oh fuck! the things i do for you"
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baeshijima · 21 days
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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.
he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.
you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.
in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.
"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."
standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.
"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.
and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.
with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."
silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.
"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"
had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.
his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.
(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.
you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.
you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)
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mara-phelion · 5 days
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nakedtoaster reacts to the tortured poets department and they take the opportunity to promote the love of their life
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s0fthunny · 6 months
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i love love love how girly vs and pink is
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fogswirls · 6 months
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My new She Ra illustration, just in time for Thought Bubble ✨This is the only one of my prints that is in A4 as well as A5, and copies are limited, so make sure you grab one!
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fallenandrogyne · 8 months
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Carol (2015) | Killing Eve (2019) | Barbie (2023)
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waynaedr · 7 months
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has anyone noticed before how Carol hungrily...bites...Therese? and Therese is insanely overwhelmed with feelings, so much so that she can't kiss Carol back, she's choking.
such passion, pure feelings.
this film is not just about love between women, this film is about true love, which you rarely see, but thanks to art there is hope that this will happen to you too...
"I took what you gave willingly."
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kindlythevoid · 1 month
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Y’all, y’all, I know this is (among many, many other things) the talk-about-your-fanfics site but I physically cannot talk about them without being prompted. However, because I am dying to talk about them, I have decided to do it in the format of an ask game.
What story (stories?) are you writing rn that you’ll most likely publish next? ∩(´∀`∩)
What story (stories?) are you writing rn that will most likely linger in your head for an undetermined period of time? (*´▽`*)
What tropes do you like writing about the most? (´▽`ʃƪ)
Lore dump about the OCs (see tags for options)! (∩˃o˂∩)
One individual fun fact for each OC in the tags. ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ
Longest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
Shortest fic you’ve written (published or not)? ‹•.•›
Fic that is near and dear to your heart? ♡
Top three fics you’ve written (in author’s opinion)? ♡♡♡
Story Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the story; author makes). (◡‿◡✿)
OC Moodboard of choice (either you or author picks the OC; author makes). ❀☉‿☉❀
Write another line in your WIP (rude, productive, but okay). ◔̯◔
Drop a playlist for a story! ♪♡♪
Umm… yeah, so feel free to reblog to use the ask game yourself!! Fingers crossed all those nervous writers get to lore dump, yeah?
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wwwormmie · 1 year
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sjur eido brain
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arkhamslvts · 4 months
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aghhahahabsjhs do you think bsf!dick or jason would fuck you nice n rough while your ex is on the phone or is that too much? ;(
BOFFUM !!! BOF !!!!
but especially dick, i think jason doesnt like the idea of anyone else hearing you like that, dick doesn’t care. he actually lays you on your side, phone pressed against your ear and sure, he’ll start off slow, but the conversation carries on, he’s getting impatient and then his hips are snapping into yours. he doesn’t care to hide his moans, nor does he want you to hide yours “too fucking quiet baby, don’t make me stop” eventually the phone call is forgotten until dick picks up your phone, your ex is still on the line “you never made her moan like that, stop calling”
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k2ntoss · 3 months
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the first time you asked jason to teach you how to ride a motorcycle he agreed, maybe it was because how cute you looked when he said 'yes' or maybe it was because he knew that riding behind you he could drive a certain kind of feeling through your body.
he loved the idea of having you sitting in front of him, your legs spread between his to properly adjust to the seat while his hands rested on the handlebar on top of yours as he tells you, softly and tenderly what you have to do in order to start the engine and drive.
it's sweet at first, he gives gentle squeezes to your waist and thighs when he asks you what you have to do next and your answer is right, that's how the first week of lessons goes and you really love it because he's so sweet with his "that's a smart girl" and "you're doing great, baby, just like that" that your heart melts.
but once you're ready to ride on your own he's still sitting behind you, hands on your hips when you hit the road and as soon as he knows there's not too much to worry about and there's no more cars or other bikes around his grip on your hips thightens when you make the engine roar "what are you doing, jay?" but the smirk on his face widens as soon as your words are cut by a soft moan. he presses your body against the sit, making your core feel the way the engine works.
"you have to know how it feels, part of your lessons" jason says as he presses a kiss to your temple, his hands now lying on the inner side of your thighs and moving you slightly to press you a little more to the vehicle.
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daze4all · 6 months
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Drabble Marastruck Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng Drabble fic Ideas
Marastruck! Yandere! Jing Yuan x Reader Series
Pending post on AO3 as Masterlist maybe
Take Me Away from My Tragedies *Jing Yuan x Reader.
Long Lived Reader! Past Blade/Yingxing x Reader & now Present! Jing Yuan x Reader
Arranged political marriage for loufu reputation & stability after chaos of abundance war events.
 But Jing yuan loves reader who is reluctant to fall in love again. 
Love triangle maybe separate blade fic where he reunite with reader instead
Not even Death shall we Part* Mara Struck Jing Yuan x Reader .
And somehow in the next fic Long-Lived Reader x Jing Yuan becomes a tragedy
“Let the records say this was a love story not a tragedy. for we were happy in what time we had left” - Jing Yuan
 Character death! Angst
Lovers suicide trope
"Strike me Down if the Mara shall take me he had said to Yanxing but that is too cruel a fate for the young to bear"
"Is this what he would have wanted?" Dan Heng said watching thinking of another mara struck man
Plz Like what you’d like me to write more of~
Reblog what you’ d like to see! But please ask if you use the prompt and if it’s the same character because if they are used as someone else’s creative fodder cuz I’d like to read it! Or if they inspire others~
-Also asterisk denoted most likely what I might post!
These titles could also work for Renheng Fic idea:
Marastruck Dan Feng/dan heng as abomination of abundance/immortal moster and preceptor long lived ren/yinxing role switch anyone?
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mara-phelion · 2 months
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have we ever considered that nightowl and onionthief have the makings of two Bitter Exes
doing nightowl's route and seeing the way onion acted towards both us and him felt so...telling. like it's not even them being in a full romantic relationship, any kind would've sufficed, but everyone can see an unmistakeable tension
let me paint you a picture: two grad students who like the same web novel. so different, yet one always balances out the other
emotion and logic, the sun and the moon—two people are at incredible parallels to each other that they fail to realize that they're just the sides of the same coin
onion cares in his own way, calculated and cold yet with warmth all the same. and nightowl sees that. he argues, but he sees that. until the words are too harsh, too critical, too much like his mother and her endless ways to tell him he's not enough
on the other end, nightowl is the life of the party, seriousness can be so easily pushed back in his light. and onion basks in it. he gets burnt, but he basks in it. until the sleepless nights happen and the alcohol hits, too chaotic, too vulnerable, just too much
and they break apart. who cares about what they could've been if they had only learned that they shared the same affinity for numbers? what does it matter that they both know what it's like to fear the impending doom of expectations? they're just onion and owl. too different. too much for the other to love
then here comes mc with their patience, intelligence, humor, and kindness. and just like that, old wounds open as onionthief and nightowl see exactly what they wanted and needed from the other that they never got
but mc chooses nightowl. in all his failure and broken glory, and in turn, he chooses to be better for the both of them
while onion is left to think about all the what-if's. what if he were kinder? what if he were less arrogant and cared more about him instead of being right?
left to wonder why now, why not then when it mattered just as much, not when it was him who was on nightowl's side
why he just wasn't good enough.
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boodlesofdoodles · 7 months
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Artemis, Cricket, and Charlie !!! They mean everything to me
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Coming out of the wood works and off of my little hiatus to share some more cowboy! Charlie <<33 nothing new LOL
Some basic bg information: Charlie was gifted a polaroid camera by one of the first bands he played with when he started traveling, when he was like 21. He's carried the camera with him ever since then, one of it not his most prized possession. Aaaaanyways, this is one of the pictures he took with his newest friends he made in Philly. It's also very personal to me that Charlie likes to call Cricket by Matthew instead, so he yelled at him when he started to write Cricket after he asked him to help label the photo.
Hopefully I'll start posting more lolol
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