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[scalierpepper]

“If you look just right then perhaps they won’t ask you any tricky questions. They may not discover that the cavalier of the House of the Ninth is an illiterate peon. Hold your mouth closed.”

Paint My Face | The Devil Makes Three

#my art #annoyed at the image compression because my lines are nice :P click and zoom thx <33 #griddlehark #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt

[nonas-third-tantrum]

pyhrra pyrrah pyrha pyrhah phyrra pyhrrhah pyrrha has a new get-rich-quick technique and gideon accidentally starts a rumor

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#i believe that together we can learn how to spell her name #say it with me: P Y R R H A #tlt twitter au #tlt x twitter #the blocked tomb #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon nav #pyrrha dve #abigail pent #magnus quinn #john gaius #coronabeth tridentarius #harrowhark nonagesimus

[wannab-urs]

Javier Peña Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

in the a.m. - smut, angst | AO3

Type: series Status: in progress Summary: Between sleeping with informants and getting in bed with Los Pepes in the fight to bring down Escobar, Javier Peña also finds time to be with you. Wrestling with crippling self hatred, Javi tries and fails to keep his blood stained hands off of you. Based on some of my favorite Arctic Monkeys songs Tags: smoking, probably shit spanish, smut, angst, established situationship, emotionally unavailable!Javi, references to past arguments/past hookups because this has been an ongoing thing and I love to start in the middle of a story, loose fit series, trauma, probably, sad!Javi, self hating!Javi, Javi very briefly picks you up, Javi crying, Javi yelling, reader yelling, did I mention angst?

Perfecta, mi amor - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, request Word Count: 800 Summary: soft!dom Javi talks you through a facefucking blowjob. Tags: Soft dom!Javi P, sub!reader, Javi P talks you through it, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, excessive praise kink (obviously), reader is referred to in Spanish with feminine phrases so she's a lady this time. Reader has hair that Javi can interact with?

This Night Has Opened My Eyes - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 900 Summary: You’ll do anything to avoid getting arrested (smut) Tags: Dubcon with a twist, reader is so very very into it, derogatory language (putita, little whore), bondage (handcuffs), rough sex (no prep). 

Something Sweet - fluff, smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word count: 2.1k Summary: You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you. Tags: Set vaguely during season 1 before Javi gets extra angsty, canon compliant-ish, reader feeling lonely, sassy!reader, flirty!javi, alcohol (wine), brief mention of a gun bc I feel like a DEA agent wouldn’t just answer the door all willy nilly, kissing, javi asking for consent, but y’all did share a bottle of wine, kissing, fingering f receiving, marking, unprotected PinV, cuddling. I always write angsty Javi, but this is FLUFF, so sorry if it’s OOC, I’m slightly out of my element here.

Under Your Skin - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, pedrostories secret santa 23 Word Count: 3.5k Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: MMF, post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

Bittersweet - smut, angst | AO3

Type: one shot Word count: 1.1k Summary: You're perfect to him, but he's not good enough for you and never could be. Tags: kind of derogatory mention of “whores,” SMUT, javier peña’s oral fixation, I’m imagining season 3 Javi but it’s up to you, reader is 20ish, wears a skirt, is referred to as sweet, and is able bodied. Soft and then mean!javi.

Savior Complex - angst, smut-ish | AO3

Type: drabble Word count: 570 Summary: Javi wants to take care of you, but you won’t let him Tags: angst, brief not quite smut, horny thoughts, food mention, toxic relationship, reader is wearing a skirt but is otherwise undescribed, javi grabs you in a nonsexual way, arguing.

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[enniewritesathing]

memory management (🚪)

(Previous Stories)

(Months have passed since the door appeared. Months being tormented by it’s presence as he and John prepare to deal with whatever on the other side of it.)

(Anger and frustration flared up between them. Impatience, really. The Werewolf was all but ready to deal with it himself. Damn the consequences. It’s bad enough that he’s vulnerable like this. The perceiving, the acknowledging, the trust. But that’s how it should’ve been from the very start.)

(Feelings that he doesn’t care for.)

(His hand stops short of the handle and he can’t go further. It’s shaking. What’s stopping him? What’s behind this door that scares him so much?)

(No. This has to be done.)

John: “Hey. Is today the day?”

The Werewolf growls softly. “Don’t rush me.”

(John gives a supportive hand. The Werewolf’s gotten better at being receptive to touch; John keeps his touch light but there’s no question that The Werewolf is tense.)

John: “I’m not. I mean, it’s okay if you’re not ready. We can always try later.”

The Werewolf: (firmly) “No. This... this needs to happen. I can’t bear to look at this stupid door anymore.”

John: “And?”

(When The Werewolf doesn’t answer, John presses on.) “What did we talk about, Vinny?”

(His ear twitches. Still not used to that.) “Don’t force myself into something I don’t want to do for the sake of it. Not alone anyway.”

John: “Listen. I know... I know. We’re both stubborn; something has to give. I don’t know what’s behind that door. You don’t either other than you’ve seen it before. Confronting it alone seems... like a bad idea.”

“I’m glad that you asked me to help. ”

The Werewolf: “Really?”

John: “Yeah. I mean... we’ve been alone in all of this. Alone together. It’s not the way to go about things. Especially this.”

“We’ve struggled. We fought each other more times than I’d care to admit.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone, okay? Your problem is my problem. Vice versa. We’ll get through this however long it takes. That’s what I want for you. I want you to thrive.”

(No signs of insincerity. He wants this resolved too.)

John: “I’m gonna ask you again and I want you really think, yeah? Is today the day? Are you ready?”

(The Werewolf mulls John’s question. He’s certainly confident and self-assured. Maybe he’s putting up a front himself. A pretty good one. His words are sincere. Nothing in his body language that says otherwise. No mixed signals. That’s what he wants. That’s what he needs.)

The Werewolf: “Yes. I’m ready.”

(John smiles.) “Good.”

(They face the door.)

The Werewolf: “I remember this door was the one to keep me secure in my... room. I could never figure out the code because it was something called ‘rolling’. Either that or each person had their own. A few I’ve heard only once.”

(He punches in the combination, the numbers corresponding in pitch. 8-3-5-1-4-6-2-7.) “This one... was the only one I memorized.”

(The door buzzes and the heavy locks disengage. The Werewolf rests his hand on the handle.)

(This is it.)

(The Werewolf opens the door. They’re both greeted by greenery in all directions and the sounds of birds making their calls.)

(The air is crisp and cool as the wind blows through the grass and trees. This place... it’s familiar.)

(Granite Falls? No. No, this is something else.)

(John scans the horizon. Just what the hell is all of this? A IV pole with blood bags? A, what is that, a tank filled with water? What’s behind those doors in the distance?)

(Part of a hospital room...?)

(An exam table with a concerning amount of blood on the ground.)

(An uneasy feeling sinks John’s stomach as he tries to make sense of this.)

(The Werewolf knows exactly what this means.)

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#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #story tag: memory management #oc: john #oc: the werewolf #i put the stories leading up to this in a link at the top #for full context #nav's p easy #the name of this is the same name of a song by Lorn #i think the vibe fits p well #here i go dropping a new story in some dumb as fuck hour

[volantium]

IN THE THRILL I FELT YOUR SHAPE | read it here on ao3 

yet another epistolary-style social media au from yours truly except this time it’s griddlehark & campal in a rock band 

The lights out on stage dim. The crowd roars. Harrow grips the microphone tightly in her hand. Palamedes and Camilla are doing final tuning checks with their guitar and bass, respectively. Beside her, Gideon mimes drumming the chorus of Kiss Me When I’m Dead with her sticks. Tonight will be the song’s debut—to a crowd of nearly seven hundred people. They’ve been playing a spate of smaller venues, in the run up to their album’s release and the upcoming tour in the spring. Intimate, is what the label calls it. A room full of sweaty bodies and the reverb shaking the walls. Guitar rift thrumming through her veins. Lyrics screaming out her throat.

These are the moments that Harrow lives for.

#griddlehark #campal #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #the locked tomb #f: in the thrill i felt your shape #p: griddlehark #u: locked tomb #preview #the fact this got published before my other griddlehark fic in the making is insane to me actually

[askunclejack]

Hey, folks. I dunno if there'll be an episode tomorrow. I think I'm coming down with some sickness or something and I'm really fatigued.

Gonna try and get some decent sleep and see if I can get it done tomorrow before the deadline. If not I might push it back a day so I can at least get an episode out this week.

#ooc #ooc: off of camera #announcement #/nav #/not a vent #thank you for understanding #i love you all #/p #/platonic

[lvrhughes]

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[nonasemporium]

in another life homeschooled by a cult that didn't even want her gideon somehow got access to tumblr and she saw those posts and she saw the posts about dying for love and she felt something emotionally she felt too vulnerable to put into words

#also she obviously found the p*rn but #gideon nav

[ibelonginyourarms]

Muse: Professor Utonium

FC: Henry Cavill

Job: Scientist.

Relationship Status: Single.

Orientation: Gay

Age: 38

Pronouns: He/Him.

Likes: His family, science.

Bio: Professor Utonium is an accomplished scientist and a productive member of society. Father to the greatest heroes of Townsville, he is a loving single father, and is happy with his life.

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#Nav: Muses #Nav: Canon Muses #m: professor #t: professor #ag: professor #p: professor #sc: professor

[constantvariations]

I get why people want to get rid of maidens/relics/gods from rwby - and I definitely can't say I blame them - but I think they could be really cool if implemented differently and intertwined

This is essentially what I did for my conceptual rewrite, Of Horns and Roses

Four gods for the four cornerstones of life: creation, destruction, choice, and knowledge. (Destruction in this case would be more like the death tarot card: change or transformation rather than erasure.) The relics would have been their iconic motifs, representing them in temples and shrines, as well as being able to bestow a portion of their magic

Semblances would be minor magics, each stemming from one of the gods. This connection makes them compatible as a conduit for the god's power

Occasionally, the gods will call upon someone to be their Prophet and complete a quest in their name. Ozma answers Choice's call, leaving behind his lover, Salem, to embark on his quest. With Choice's crown upon his head, their powers flowing through his veins, they both believe wholeheartedly he'll be back

He dies completing the quest

Upon hearing the news, Salem flies into a rage and demands the gods bring him back. He died for them, after all, so they owe him

The gods refuse, saying that they understand her tragedy, but it would disrupt the balance of the world

Salem does not accept this. She's lost everyone she's ever loved - to sickness, to war, to politics, to miscarriages - and she'll be damned before she loses another. Fueled by rage and grief, she travels the world and sabotages every Prophet's quest, twisting the gods against each other by manipulating the blame

The gods begin an all-out war that destroys lands, civilizations, and Destruction blows a hole in the moon. The shards fall to the planet, slamming into animals and people, the leftover magic mutating them into endlessly hungry monsters. These will be known as Alpha Grimm. The ones they eat are reborn as lesser Grimm, not as powerful yet just as starving for the soul they lost

The gods stop, gazing in horror at the havoc they've wrought. That's when Salem strikes, piercing Creation with their own staff and taking their power. She declares the gods obsolete and brings back Ozma, taking her peacefully slumbering lover back home and ignorant of all that has occurred

The gods are forced to retreat. Choice reaches out to Ozma, laying bare their failures and Salem's machinations. Choice pleads with him to convince her to return Creation's power, lest the world fall into disharmony

Ozma talks to Salem, asking for an explanation. Salem says there should be no death, so suffering, and no apathetic, callous gods. She wants to build a new world with Ozma at her side. Together, they would be the parents of a forever utopia

All they have to do is kill the gods

Ozma, having always desired a family after losing his so young, is tempted. He could be a father to everyone, the protector he vowed to be the moment he picked up a sword. His love for life is the very thing that led him to becoming Salem's personal guard back when she was on her own quest as Creation's Prophet

But this body is both his and not. The killing blow aches even now, often leaving him lying awake late into the night or jolting him up long before dawn. His soul knows this isn't right, he isn't meant to be here

It tears him apart, but his choice is made. In the middle of the night, while his beloved slumbers peacefully in ignorance, he steals the staff and returns it to the gods

It's a hollow victory. Salem is immortal, death almost impossible for her. With the power of a god and the mind of a human, she will inevitably destroy the world because she doesn't understand the delicate balance of life and death, the purpose behind the rules

The gods bestow upon Ozma each of the relics, saying it's up to him to return the power as they must pool their energy to keep Creation alive. Ozma must choose the new Prophets wisely and carefully, as he won't be able to retract the powers like they can, and attempting to give someone the power of the wrong god will kill them. The gods estimate that the world has a few thousand years at most before it is overwhelmed and destroyed

Each gives a final gift. Destruction cannot sustain his body, as that is Creation's area, so should Ozma's body perish, his soul will carry on alongside another's. Choice blesses his soul so that it will be drawn to ones who are compatible. Knowledge grants him the instructions on how to assemble the relics to open the gate to the pocket dimension they'll retreat to in order to sustain the fallen away from hungry hands

They then leave Ozma with the relics, a deadline, and an impossible task. He does his best, but he's only human. He makes mistakes, trusts the wrong people, loses the relics several times, and succumbs to despair more than a few lives

All the while, Salem's offer haunts him. It would be so easy to give in, to beg for her forgiveness and rest in her arms until the world ends

But he loves the world too much, just like her

Salem doesn't bow, and neither will he

And there you have it: gods, relics, and maidens prophets connected and important to both background and plot. Gods that aren't stupid assholes for the sake of being stupid assholes. Salem being proactive with a goal that doesn't suck donkey balls. A reason for why the shadow war can't go on forever. A grimm origin that's more interesting than "hurr durr bad god make monsters"

Lemme know what you think! I got more thoughts and offshoots if y'all wanna hear more

#rwde #gender locked powers are stupid and everyone should point and laugh #wanted to bring back the motherly aspect salem had in v4 bc that was hella interesting #which ofc is why shawluna ding dong ditched it #idk i just really like the idea of Salem actually wanting to do good by the world bc shes tired of death and suffering #and trying to rationalize that the suffering she's causing in pursuing her goal can be reverse once she's reached her goal #this is all p tentative for the most part. i come back to ohar every now and again when smth catches my fancy #i want the gods to have proper names. id probs keep knowledge as jinn but change the entire design #found my notes. i had Uhai (swahili - life) for Creation. Mori (death - latin) for Destruction. Pelorus (european nav tool) for Choice #Pelorus is the one Im most iffy abt but its a p cool name. might uses it for someone else if not Choice #of horns and roses

[snaaildraws]

doodles galore

#is it better to post then in bunches like this or should I be separating them more #im not a real art account I'm just putting up doodles so i can look back on them so it doesn't really matter but idk #fairy #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb #oc: kendall #p&r #technically hunter is here but i don't think i wanna tag it bc i don't like that drawing very much (hence why it's nearly cropped out) #artists on tumblr

[freshthoughts2020]

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[alliumstardust]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ allium / ranboo !!!! ◠◡◠◡⠀⠀ alter sideblog , main is @hauntedaether !

⠀⠀ hi ! im allium , im a c!ranboo fictive and also the only person in this system with a personal blog :P i use he/they & some neos !!

— you can treat art of myself like regular fanart, but dont forget that it like. sort of. isn't (in a way) ?? i don't know if that makes sense

⠀⠀ note ! i am. very objectum ??? im the token objectum of the system its crazy. i will post about it here. so ^_^ its tagged "#objectum posting" if you'd like to filter it for any reason!

#tags for personal nav :P #rb #asks #txt

[bitwritey]

sighs as i dust this blog and pretend ima post the 200+ odd google docs that are half completed

#tbd #i dusted off my a3o too but by reading new things not by posting sO #waiting for tumbs to reenable my javascript usage so i can have a pretty nav tbh #the thing is tho.... p much everything ive written is just orig char + a few doodads here and there SO even when/if i post it. idk if ppl #will care BUT i WANT to share my stories. just like...... fear

[ivysoul]

FIRESIDE. ✸ farmhand!rafe cameron au [1.1k]

summary. rafe cameron. everything you need and more.

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ ༘⋆❥ afab!reader, farmer’s daughter au!, reader calls her dad “daddy” but it’s obvs not sexual (it’s country. it’s a country thing it’s normal.), porn with minimal plot, ooc rafe (he’s just sweeter in this lmao), mutual pining, friends with benefits, except reader has such an awful crush on him, unprotected p in v, public sex (no one sees), against a barn oops, dirty talk, fingering, praise, creampie.

reign speaks. i have a rlly bad obsession on the farmer’s daughter aesthetic rn so pls just bare with me while i literally milk the ever living hell out of it. a lot of farmer’s daughter/country au’s in the drafts rn. rafe, leon, ghost, you name it. just let me cook y’all i swear something good will come of it i promise LMAO. sorry about any spelling errors i wrote this in two hours😭

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rafe cameron had an incredible way of making you feel both wanted and wholly confused all at once. he could be at your feet, begging you to follow him around whilst he did his farm work for your father, to keep him company and fill his ears with your voice of honey. he’d look at you as if you yourself had put the very moon and stars in the sky, as if you’d put them there just for him. hell, he even carved a small heart out of wood and attached it to some ribbon and gently wrapped it around your wrist.

he’d do all this just to continue calling you his friend.

his friend that he occasionally fucks dumb every week. the friend whose brain he turns to mush with his sweet words as he thrusts his cock deep into your cunt. the friend that he spends more time pleasuring than himself.

this time was no different. just another time when you snuck out of your bedroom window and into the warm night, illuminated by the soft hues of the moons glow. the note he had slipped into your hand earlier in the day had been discarded in a box under your bed.

(where you kept all of the notes he’d given you. shamefully, you must admit).

now, you find yourself being pressed against the side of your father’s old barn, towered over by rafe, mouths colliding in mutual desperate need. you pawed at his clothe covered chest, taking the fabric in your fist. his hand held the back of your neck while the other gripped at the skin on your hip, having pushed itself up and under your floral cotton nightgown. his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties but never dared to go further, not yet.

the feeling of rafe took over your senses. he rendered you unable to form any thoughts other than him. it was embarrassing—the effect he had on you.

he pulled away against his own wishes to catch some air. but the look in his eyes, the look, forbade you from breathing any air at all.

“i missed you today,” he confesses. his voice is like silk against skin. smooth and gentle. “where’d you go?”

you smiled at him. “ran some errands with daddy. needed t’ get a new rake since someone broke the other one.”

“i told you, it was an accident!”

the laugh that escapes him makes butterflies form in your belly.

“i know, ‘m just teasin’.” you run your hand through his hair. when he leans back in and kisses you deeply, gently nipping your bottom lip, you tug lightly at the roots of his hair. the groan he lets out sends shocks through you.

you felt anticipation build up higher and higher when rafe’s index and middle fingers grazed over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch and knowing how wet you were already. he applied slight pressure to your clit over your panties, making you whine desperately.

“rafe, please.”

he made a faux pouty expression, displaying fake confusion. “what? i’m just teasin’.”

he is not mocking you right now.

he let out a small laugh before dipping his hands into your panties and finally drawing small circles on your clit. you moaned a little too loud at the sudden feeling, making rafe clamp his free hand over your mouth.

he then pushes a finger, then two, into your sopping cunt, curling them slightly. your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. you were thankful he had your mouth covered, otherwise you would’ve woken up not only the animals on the farm, but also your parents inside the the house.

rafe wasn’t holding back, giving you exactly what you wanted and needed. “god, she’s so wet f’r me, baby. you been missin’ me? missed my words? my fingers? my cock?”

you nodded the best you could with his hand on your mouth. your abdomen constricting with every sharp jolt of pleasure he gave you. an all too familiar feeling was rising too fast for you to prepare for.

but just as quickly it came, it left when he retracted his hands entirely.

you wanted to plead, you would’ve if not for the mouth guard, but instead you attempted to grab at rafe’s hand once again. he just shook his head, shushing you softly and undoing his belt with one hand. christ, you could’ve cum right then.

“don’t worry, baby, i’m gonna take care of you.”

he pulls your panties down and they pool at your ankles. you only have time to step one foot out of them before he’s grabbing at your leg and pulling it against his waist, your panties hanging from your ankle.

rafe takes his hand off your mouth and instead wraps it around your neck and captures your lips with his. in one push, he filled you to the brim with his cock.

your jaw falls slack as moans upon moans escape you. there was nothing rafe could’ve done to muffle you now. with him hitting every spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you were done for.

the wood of the barn walls scraped against your bare shoulders, rafe’s hand sneaking up and under your nightgown to grope at your tits, pinching your nipples.

“rafe, rafe—fuck!—”

“watch your mouth, princess,” rafe warns. the nickname making your mind swirl. “i know it feels good, y’pussy’s just squeezin’ me. like it wont let me move.”

“‘m sorry! ‘m sorry!” you could barely think. his cock stretched you so much, providing the perfect combination of stinging pleasure.

once again, you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter the more rafe fucks his cock into you. you attempted to grasp at any part of him that you could get ahold of and the only word you could mumble out was his name, over and over, until you finally let go. your body spasmed, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. rafe fucked you through your orgasm before he came inside you, against his better judgment. his hips stuttered back and forth, grinding himself against you as much as he could until he had nothing left to give you.

he stilled as you two caught your breaths, until he eventually pulled out and fixed himself back up.

“lift your foot, baby.”

you lifted your foot as he said and he put it through your panties, lifting them up your legs and resting them back against your wet cunt. his cum pooled from you and into your panties, but you didn’t care. you’ll just wash them tomorrow.

#i know the ending is kinda weird #but i couldn’t figure out how to wrap it up #neither could they apparently #but hey #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #outer banks smut

[moonofiron]

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