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myromanempiree · 16 hours
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Eris Vanserra
A series of Eris x Fem!Reader headcanons
tw: the last two are NSFW
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Eris Vanserra who gently cradles you in his arms when days get too hard and the months draw too long, thumb gently tracing circles right where your shoulder meets your arm.
An Eris that is obsessed with you hips, cradling them in his hands while you get ready and resting his head on your shoulder.
Eris who adores when you call him sickly sweet pet names like baby, honey or even sugar. It reminds him that he is no longer under the abusive strenuous reign of his father, and safe with the love of his life.
He adores any body fat, stretch marks or other "imperfections", they ground Eris, and remind him he is different than his father, that if he was a lesser male like his father, he would have been disgusted with them.
Eris that watches you get ready with an adoring look on his face, eyes darting around, curious about what his mate does to make them so perfect. (he never finds out, just concludes you are Mother-sent.)
You often find Eris with his hounds, either out in the forest, or his favorite resting her head on his lap as he does High Lord work.
Eris who prefers intimate sex, Eris that grips the soft flesh of your waist and watches your face contort to pleasure as he thrusts into you.
Eris that groans every time he moves into you, inhaling the delicious scent of your arousal, knowing he was the male that caused it.
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a/n - I'm too horny to live in Prythian. I would get knocked up so quick.
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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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I fear a life of mundanity.
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socialbutterfly19 · 1 month
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It’s me myself and I…..
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femsammy · 3 months
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who's most likely to knock sam up?
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Tepid winter, lakes open for the past month, yet I feel trapped under clear ice.
I can see the world around me, the sounds, scents, activity and all the flurry around, but yet I'm disconnected.
The fire of my emotions don't melt the barrier, I've clawed until my flesh has torn and stained the waters pink from my futile actions.
I see cracks appear, but not from my hand.
Silence doesn't mean indifference, love pulses through my heart and I feel the tears press out, even if they can't wet my face.
Unfortunately the world sees inactivity, hears silence and assume no one's home to care, feel, hear or reach.
I'm not drowning, I'm not swimming, I'm not depressed nor do I feel welcome in this mental prison.
Change? Maybe, through I've dealt with that before, I have all my life.
Emotional clog in the wiring? That mess has always been complicated to navigate, understand, diagnose and repair.
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mercurialmind · 1 year
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a human in possession of a plastic bag must be in want of feeding guinea pigs
“Hunger and Hospitality” by Ginny Pigsten
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coentinim · 19 days
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Realistically speaking, I'd hate James March. He's too much of an actor - he puts up that facade of a gentleman and all, but he is a degenerate, a beast, and a sexual pervert. The game of masks would drive me insane.
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degenerateville · 2 years
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Code black…
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elrondscalaquendi · 11 months
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One day someone is really going to annoy Elrond so much he is going to finally lose his temper and pull out the middle earth equivalent to a gun.
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ohemgeex336 · 10 months
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Tumblr is amazing, everyone who uses it is already much cooler than the average human. 😎
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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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dolce-tenebra-toscana · 7 months
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The feeling when your old self is trying to come back stronger than before with the pastel, coquette, angel, pink, sunshine and rainbows aesthetic ( that you somehow miss ) but your actual self is fighting back with chains, chokers, neon jackets and cold attitude cause you are afraid of being vulnerable again....
Am i lying to myself? Do i want to go back? And why am i having this existencial crisis while i'm cooking dinner?
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feehippielove · 2 years
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I will no longer exist in spaces where I am not valued, seen, respected, and loved.
I know my worth.
I know how I deserve to be treated.
I know how I deserve to be loved.
I know what I'm willing to accept and what I'm not willing to accept.
Everyday I wake up and choose to love myself and wish the same self love for others. I am unable to love someone, the way they deserve to be loved, if they do not already love themselves.
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holyarchistud · 2 months
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The hard thing about being compulsively productive is coming to terms with the impossibility of being productive. In a few days I will be recovering from surgery, my brain can't cope with the thought of having to let go. Of course, I take language learning books and other hobbies with me, but that's just silencing my thoughts. During these few days before the surgery, I will try to learn to let go and give my body and brain a rest.
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Odd and relaxing is how I look at being in one spot in the evening and having the room go from sun lit to in need of lights because the sun has set.
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grimmscythe · 7 days
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Happy they remastered Baten Kaitos, now we need Kya: Dark Lineage and Chaos Legion.
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