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hypaalicious · 1 month

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⁑ Hellenians ⁑ ↝ The name of a people estranged from their God. Averaging a life span of 300-500 years, they carry themselves with a rigid dignity and superfluous way of speaking. When they are allowed passage to the human realm, their passive influence results in the increase of mysticism, spirituality, and religion.

↝ With heads adorned with horns and fingers tipped with talons, Hellenians also carry with them an ethereal beauty that is timeless in nature and attracts gazes easily. When not glamoured to conceal their unique features to blend in with humans, they also sport unnatural eye colors ranging from blood red, vivacious purple, to metallic gold.

↝ A very rare but distinctive mark in Hellenians are a pair of wings. It elevates the individual to an elite position in society and is a required feature for the High Lord of Hellenia.

↝ Clothing choices for Hellenians veer towards dark colors with deep jewel tones as accents. Silver is their preferred metal of adornment. Older generations lean heavily towards the Victorian-gothic aesthetic, while the younger ones mesh it with elements of steampunk or gothic couture. White is a sacred color reserved only for death, as it signifies purity that Hellenians believe they can only attain once the soul leaves the body.

↝ Orandi gratia dei nobis in tenebris luceat – “May God’s grace shine upon us in darkness.” A common phrase amongst Hellenians uttered at formal events or farewells.

#I have leveled up slightly #behold a blended image!#it ain’t much but it’s honest work #Fated to Flame #Hellenia

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myfriendscallmeraba · 3 months

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HoFaS spoilers

So you’re telling me that in another world

AELINS FREAKING BLOODLINE AND RHYSAND FREAKING BLOODLINE

mated

The two bloodlines that gave the universe two of the most powerful beings run years and years gave us Ruhn and Lidia AND THEYRE MATES

Daaaaaaamn I do not know how to process

Tho I do wanna comment that it fees like al the fanfics and head canons of shipping the feysand and rowaelin kids😂

#some serious fate sh*t #hofas spoilers #house of flame and shadow #rhysand #aelin galathynius #lidia cervos #ruhn danaan #crescent city #feysand #rowaelin #lidia x ruhn #crescent city 3 #sarah j maas #sjm universe #maasverse

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thisblogisaboutabook · 24 days

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Spring Fever

Tamlin x Reader - Smut - Angst - Fluff

After an outburst directed toward an unwanted visitor, a resident of Tamlin’s manor prepares to face the consequences of her actions but the High Lord has something else in mind.

warnings: smut, language

Moonlight and night air filtered through the edges of the pastel velvet curtains as the beat of my racing heart overtook the silence of my bedchamber. Seated at the edge of the large four-poster bed in my now permanent room, I took steadying breaths. In. Hold. Out. Hold. Repeat.

Who was I to have shown anything less than reverence to the High Lord of the Night Court? To his credit - in his own fucked up way - he’d tried to help Tam out of the stupor he’d spent years in but the male had been through so much already. How could the face of the mate of the love of his life bring any peace to his already broken soul?

These visits always ruined what small progress Tamlin had made. I tried to remain calm but damn it - Tamlin had finally stopped curling up outside of my door at night, on alert for any hidden threats. He’d given me a genuine smile on a stroll through the gardens just this morning. He’d even cooked this evening. Yes, a simple meal of roast venison and root vegetables, but a meal nevertheless. He was making progress and as if he sensed it, Rhysand showed up to “check in” on Tamlin right after dinner.

And just like that, Tamlin’s demeanor crumpled. I couldn’t take it anymore, the irreverence toward my mate’s own trauma. My temper rose to a point of no return, pouring out as spewed vitriol very unbecoming of a lady in the manor of a High Lord.

To his credit, Rhysand only eyed me with intrigue and didn’t mist me on the spot after I suggested he take his “good intentions” and shove them up his ass and showed him the door.

Tamlin only eyed me with an unreadable expression and requested that I stay behind while he escorted the Night Court’s High Lord from the estate.

Deciding against pressing my luck further I exited the foyer and saw myself to my chambers where I now sat waiting for the inevitable lecture, hell, maybe he’d kick me out. I only lived here out of his generosity. His tolerance of me certainly spurred on by the unaccepted mating bond that snapped when the magic chose me on Calanmai.

Two lonely souls bound together by fate.

We’d spent the past ten months living in companionable silence, both healing from the wounds our souls bore. And now, I’d likely torn down the careful progress we’d built brick-by-brick in one fell swoop.

The creak of my door withdrew me from my self-loathing retrospection and the quiet thud of boots crossing the wooden floors grew louder with each step in my direction. I didn’t look up. Couldn’t face him. Didn’t need to as the tension between us laid it all out clearly.

He’d never laid an ill-intentioned hand on me, we rarely even touched. Calanmai was a one-time thing. We’d brushed hands a time or two at the dinner table, he’d caught me as I stumbled in the garden once. I almost - almost - flinched as my High Lord’s hand came into my peripheral but all I was met with was a broad, gentle palm to the nape of my neck and the soft caress of a thumb running along my jaw line. I looked to him with furrowed brows, eyes lining with silver as I awaited whatever came next, but all I was met with were deep green eyes filled with anything but rage.

I averted my gaze as he fell to a knee in front of me. “Look at me, dove.” his typically gruff voice softer than I’d ever heard.

He waited patiently before I turned my head to look upon him once more. His eyes bore into mine, searing right into the depths of my soul. I could feel my heart hammering as his breaths grew rapid.

“You-“ he spoke, one large hand remained caressing my jaw as the other covered my own hands, folded in my lap. “You defended me.”

I puzzled. Was that a shock to him?

His emerald gaze flicked back and forth while remaining locked on my face, searching for an answer to an unspoken question. Why?

Withdrawing one of my hands from his grasp and resting it delicately upon his muscled chest, I replied definitively, “Because you’re mine.”

His breathing paused, rose lips pressing into a firm line. Processing. The silence between us pressing into me like a blade.

His voice cracked with his next words. “You want me?”

“I have since your eyes found mine on fire night.”

Before I could shift, or speak further, his lips were crashing into me like the violent swell of a storm falling upon rocky shores.

My lips gaped, breath hitching at his response, the desire I’d shoved deep within me pouring out at once as I opened for him, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, dancing along mine. A small, involuntary whimper escaped me as he lifted off of his knee, leaning over me as I slid back deeper onto the bed, careful not to let my lips leave his for even a moment - eliciting a groan from Tamlin.

My finger tangled into his long, blonde hair as he braced his weight over me with one arm, his other holding my hip, thumb running over the silk of my cherry blossom dress.

“You’re mine.” I rasped out in a hushed murmur between our shared breaths, pulling away just enough to look into the eyes of my mate again.

My chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with each gasp. I managed another whisper, “You’re mine, Tam.”

With those words, he lost any semblance of control. His fingers tugged my hair, exposing the column of my neck to him. His soft lips pressed heated kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, giving little nips and licks over the corresponding hurt as he went. “You’re mine.” He growled back, possessiveness overtaking his tone.

All I could manage was an “mmhmm” as he pulled the neckline of my dress down, exposing my breasts to him, his lips latched onto a peaked nipple and gods - the mouth on this male. As he licked and sucked on my breasts, jolts of electricity shot through me, straight to my core. I needed him lower and he knew it. His claws unsheathed, shredding through my dress and undergarments. I shivered as his stubble grazed my abdomen with each kiss tracking lower and lower. So close to where I needed him. My legs fell open in invitation, displaying the dripping need he elicited from me. His pupils blew wide as he took in the sight before him, realization of just how desperately I wanted him activating the most primal facets of the mating bond.

He pulled back, eyes boring into mine once more. “Say it, Y/N.”

My heart nearly shattered at the pleading expression of his features. This was real. My desire for him so tangible that he need only run a finger up my center to remind himself. But this was deeper than that, deeper than just want, deeper than mere lust.

“Tamlin.” I whispered.

“I’m yours. All of me.”

And I could have sworn the slightest hint of silver lined my mate’s thick lashes as he let loose that final reign of restraint.

His mouth latched onto my clit. A male starved. Starved for affection, starved for intimacy, starved for understanding, for love. But I saw him, all of him - and I wasn’t afraid.

His tongue laved against my core, moving with expert precision as he teased my most sensitive nerves, swirling around my clit before lowering to my entrance. He groaned like my essence was the sweetest nectar of any flora in his court and I couldn’t hold back the moans and praises spilling from my lips.

A thick finger plunged into me, curling so deliciously as he sucked my throbbing clit. He’d send me over the edge in no time. “Please.” I begged as the imminent release had me on the edge of a precipice.

I whimpered as he pulled back, the sharp angles of his chin and plush lips shining with the coat of my arousal. I could have come just from that sight alone. His deep voice sending chills through me as he commanded, “Say it, one more time baby. One more time, and then let go for me.”

His mouth returned to my core, latching back onto that sensitive bundle of nerves as two fingers now curled inside of me, his other hand tweaking a rosey nipple, “I’m yours. I’m yours. Oh gods, Tam. I’m only yours.” I chanted as release barreled through me. My sex pulsing around his fingers. His hips bucking into the bed in time with my orgasm, desperate for friction.

And I was greedy.

“Tamlin.” I spoke through heated breaths. “I need more.”

With a flick of his wrist, his clothes were gone. My jaw dropped when he rose to his knees before me, his erect length already beading with precum.

I licked my lips, raising myself to admire as he gave a few pumps to his heavy, aching cock. My mouth watering with the need to taste him.

He splayed a hand between my breasts, pushing me back into the mattress. “Time for that later. Need my baby coming on my cock.”

“Oh gods.” I moaned at the words, my core was an inferno with them at the realization that my mate needed to be in me just as badly as I needed to be filled by him.

And fill me he did. His head easily slid through my slick folds and I knew that length, and fuck, that girth, would hurt in the most pleasurable of ways.

“All of you.” I whimpered. “I need all of you. Now.”

With that he scooped me up, spreading my legs to straddle his hips. He braced his weight on his arms behind him, his muscles flexing with the shift, and crossing his legs, spreading my legs further across him.

“Take what you want.” He commanded.

And I realized then that he wanted me to set the pace, that he’d never risk hurting me. Especially since it had been so long since we’d been together.

I aligned his length to my entrance, locking my gaze onto him, admiring the planes of his gorgeous face before meeting the sea of emerald taking in each micro-expression of my own face.

“Yours.” I spoke boldly, and sank down each thick inch of his cock until I was seated to the hilt. The pleasure quickly overtaking any semblance of pain.

Chills spread through me at the loud growl of satisfaction he let out at the sensation of my cunt gripping all of him. I remained pressed down, gently swiveling my hips to adjust to his size, and pressing a hand to the slight bulge his length created in my belly.

“Fuck.” I whimpered. “You’re so- oh - you feel so…” my brain couldn’t formulate any words beyond that as another gasp escaped my lips as I rose up slowly and sank back down again, moaning in pleasure with each stroke of his length within me.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders as he shifted up, easing the weight off his arms and taking over, lifting my hips and sheathing me back down his cock, over and over, harder and harder, my heavy breasts bouncing in time with the pace. The sounds of my wetness gushing with each thrust was obscene. Removing one hand from my hip, he slid it between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. Within seconds I fell over the edge again, my face falling to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, incoherent babbles pouring from me, muffled by his neck.

“Gods” thrust. “You’re” thrust. “Divine.” He thrust my still fluttering pussy down onto him once more and let out a loud groan as he found his release, the pulsing of his cock as he spilled into me threatened to push me over the edge once more.

Our breathing evened out as he remained sheathed within me. I kept my face buried into his neck, refusing to let this moment of bliss end. My mate had yet to loosen his grasp on me, so we stayed like that, reveling in the feel of skin on skin for some time.

Finally I rose off of him, though he was hesitant to loosen his grip. “Stay with me tonight?” I asked hesitantly. Afraid he’d once again retreat to his chambers or to the hallway outside of my door.

Tamlin laid down pulling me onto his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Every night.” He spoke into my hair.

“Every night.” I hummed in agreement.

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General ACOTAR list: @lilah-asteria

@tamlinweek - tagging you for Day 3 “mates” but not sure if it counts since I posted this on Sunday. This is my first of any “weeks” I’ve participated in 🥰

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trainerjoshie · 22 days

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Pokémon TCG SV Promo (2023), Paldea Evolved (2023), Obsidian Flames (2023), Paradox Rift (2023), Paldean Fates (2024) & Temporal Forces (2024) illustrations by kurumitsu

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mako-neexu · 1 month

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dantes: "my accomplice. its been a long journey, however leave our flames behind so you may reach your destination beyond that impenetrable wall"

his 2nd Avenger alt showing up in the summoning circle days after clearing the new chapter:

#i like to interpret this as A) he misses you or B) you fucking miss him so you cant let go of their flames after the stunt he pulled #both are funny but i want the former like you saw in the story how he loves guda so much but they have to gooo sdfjkfkjng #fgo #fate grand order #edguda #in my opinion hehe #edmond dantes #guda

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infinitydivine · 2 months

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7 Signs that you are tied with a Red Thread ❤️✨

Hello everyone!

There is a Chinese/Japanese theory about a Soul tie- The Red Thread theory of fate which is my favorite. It talks about how everyone is born with a red thread and the other end is tied to the person who is your soulmate in this lifetime.

The whole title would be SIgns that you are tied with a Red Thread of Fate with Someone.

Free will exists and nobody should be forced to be with a person because of a red thread.

The signs are the following-

Premonitions or Dreams- Having vivid dreams of premonitions about a mysterious person who feels incredibly familiar.

Intuitive feelings- Feeling a strong intuition or inner knowing that there is someone out there who is meant to be a significant part of your life.

Longing or Yearning- Experiencing a deep sense of longing or yearning for a connection with someone you haven't met as if there is a missing piece in your life.

Symbolic Signs: Noticing symbolic signs or recurring themes in your life that seem to point toward the existence of this person.

Manifestation: Engaging in practices like visualization or manifestation and feeling a strong pull toward attracting this person into your life.

Unexpected Encounters: Having unexpected encounters or chance meetings with people who seem to have a connection to the person you haven't met yet.

Unexplained Emotions: Experiencing unexplained emotions or reactions when thinking about or imagining this person, such as a sense of warmth or comfort.

Thank you

Infinity ❤️

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hypaalicious · 1 month

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⁑ Hellenia ⁑

↝ A realm hidden away from humans, home to the descendants of fallen angels. ↝ Most of the populace lives in a tightly packed metropolitan area centered around the Exousia manor. The architecture is Gothic in nature, accented with flying buttresses, fleches and stained glass windows. Stone sculptures of angelic figures are a common sight along the cobbled streets lit with lamps powered by magic. ↝ Daylight never crests beyond dusk here, and the air is often heavily laden with plumes of fog. The weather is moderate and lends itself to the lush forests surrounding the main city. It is not unusual for random showers or a light dusting of snow to fall. ↝ Aside from walking, the main mode of transportation are horseless stagecoaches. Hellenians use magic in place of animal labor, which helps keep the streets clean of detritus. Notable families have their own coaches emblazoned with their family crest or are otherwise uniquely embellished.

#as you can see I failed to make it asthetiqué #I just do not have the patience anymore #so have a dark souls image placeholder #tbh when I invisioned Hellenia I totally pictured Yharnam from Bloodborne LOL #just minus all the eldrich horror kinda things #Fated to Flame #Hellenia

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fieriframes · 4 months

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[Who saw the three Morrígna? Who saw the fates? The night the moon burst into flames. In the light where darkness dwells. I am the story without a name. The dust of empires. The motionless sea. Are there still spirits traveling with me?]

#s13e11 longstanding legacies #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #three morrígna #motionless sea #fates #moon #flames #light #darkness #story #name #dust #empires #the #spirits #i tego arcana dei

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thoughtfulchaos773 · 3 months

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These two tattoos are the more similar of the bunch. It's mantras to embrace life's uncertainties. To be free of worry.

It's reminders to be present and let go of what has happened.

It's the state of ataraxia. Something Sydney and Carmy battle with, that mental cloud that keeps them from contentment because they're holding their breaths, waiting for the other shoe to drop and focusing on past hurts, waiting for what ifs to come to fruition.

Throughout the show, we observe a constant state of anxiety. However, there are moments of contentment, such as the scene where Carmy experiences a panic attack but feels free of worry upon seeing and hearing Sydney. During the under the table scene, Carmy and Sydney release their worries about the future and embrace their doubts together. This acceptance of the unknown and their presence in the moment unites them. They accept that they can not predict what will happen on opening night, and it allows them to find peace in the present.

This story shows us that these two individuals carry past wounds and are uncertain about their futures. However, when they're together, they're able to reach a state of being free from all of it, allowing them to breathe and simply exist without any burdens holding them back. But it only happens when they focus on their relationship...

This is what falling in love looks like.

#that's the story storer is telling #soulmate energy #twin flames?#some kind of supernatural elements to this ship #sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #fate has brought them together

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kramjerry-juice · 1 month

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Seinfeld promo pic // What Would I Do?, Falsettos // Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) // Wikipedia article on Red thread of fate // Martian (2015) // The Flaming Lips, Do You Realize?? // Spider-man/Deadpool cover // Zhenya Katava & Neus Bermejo for V Magazine by Gus&Lo // Hannibal 3.06 "Dolce" script // Seinfeld promo pics // What Would I Do?, Falsettos // cottonbro studio on Pexels

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