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golden-afternoon · 1 month
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Yeah I was working on another actual fic but uhhh the 'Nari brainrot took over so uhhh here take me going insane over him and rambling about what comes to my mind. Kay? Kay.
Warnings - nsfw, mating cycle talk from a person who only has google by her side, absolutely not proofread having gone straight from brain to paper, and just know there is a solid chance I'll have more to say about this in the future.
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Tighnari, by his very nature, is a very compartmentalized person. His own problems stay within himself to be dealt with later when he is done and everyone else's needs are already attended to. Always concerned with helping others and keeping things in order, even to the point of staying up into the early hours of the morning, less concerned with himself than those around him. If he’s ever struggling with anything at all, he will do absolutely everything in his power to keep anyone from knowing about it, much less something as personal as this.
In the early months of the year, especially as Lantern Rite nears, Tighnari becomes withdrawn. Quieter, more distant. The Forest Watchers have been talking for forever back and forth swapping theories and rumors in not so hushed tones.
“I heard Master Tighnari lost a family member around this time of year.”
“Really? I heard he just reeeeally hates any kind of festivities especially Lantern Rite because it's so noisy, even when not in Liyue.”
“I dunno, maybe he's just sensitive to the cold?”
Unlike the usual case where he was quick to nip such chatter in the bud and tell off the Rangers for gossiping, he remains entirely silent on the issue, otherwise carrying on as usual. Setting up excursions, documenting his findings, helping and guiding wherever he was needed…
Until he just can't stand it anymore. With hardly a word, save perhaps to Collei to ask her to care for things in his absence, he retreats, hiding himself away in his hut, barricading himself in completely so no nosy Rangers have any reason to loiter around.
He hates it.
He understands it's natural and it's going to happen and blah blah blah, but it was such a nuisance to his life he would give anything to not have to put up with it. The worst of it usually lasts a week or two before he can at least carry some semblance of normalcy and feel willing and able to return to work, but while he's in it, it drives him insane.
Some years it's so bad that he can't even focus on anything other than the absolutely filthy thoughts that plague his mind, his hands shaking so hard he can't even hold a pen long enough to attempt any sort of work. Even like this he just doesn't feel right not being productive especially when he's always running around here and there the rest of the year, why should this be any different?
Head slamming into his desk with a groan, a flush curling up his cheeks and neck. Eventually he has to crack, begrudgingly caring for the needs that grow and grow and grow and become nigh insatiable during his rut.
It starts out almost clinical, looking to just take care of a symptom of an illness almost. Face flushed, lips curled into a deep frown, he sits at his desk, fisting his cock with precision, hoping to get it over with as fast as possible by hitting everything just right.
But no. After dealing with this for years you think he would have known by now that just once isn't enough, yet he still hopes year after year. It only gets worse. Over and over and over again until he's just sore and it hurts. Until he can't keep jerking it lest he make his own skin turn raw. By this point he usually finds himself in his bed, ears flat and face buried into some blankets to muffle the pathetic whimpers that left his lips as he kept grinding his hips into the pillows over and over and over and over, chasing even the slightest modicum of relief.
And most of the time, as annoying as it is, it was completely fine for him to just be stuck imagining some faceless, nameless mate beneath him as he struggled to sate these urges. However, if Tighnari has a bit of a crush… Well, he'd be in for a rude awakening if he hadn't already acknowledged his feelings for you.
I could see poor Tighnari getting almost ill as he realized the cute moans he was imagining sounded a little too much like your voice. Everything freezes for a moment, his stomach lurching both from the realization and the sudden loss of friction when he faltered. He tries so hard to brush it aside, chastising himself for pulling you into his filthy mind right then. But it doesn't stop. Your face, your voice, your skin. Everything. Everything stays in his mind and he cannot stop it. He feels such overwhelming shame about it, but… he does eventually give in and just let whatever fantasies take root, especially since it seems to ease the feelings when he does.
But when he sees you after the worst of it is over and he leaves his hut, guilt grips around his heart and memories of those fantasies rush into his head, leaving him turning on his heel to avoid you at all costs, honestly risking you thinking he hates you with how intensely he's ignoring you.
It's even worse because Tighnari considers hiding in his hut again for even longer as usually he was fine when the worst of it passed, he could resume his duties, but with you around, he could feel his hands shaking, the intense urge to find you wherever you were and pin you down immediately was so strong it scared him a little. Sometimes it caught him off guard too, like he would catch your scent on the breeze and while in his rut, he would genuinely get so horny so fast he's gotten lightheaded, having to catch himself on whatever was nearby so he didn't go crashing down.
If he hated his rut before, the shame of all this made him absolutely loathe it.
Maybe one day you can find a way to make it a liiiiittle more bearable for him ♡
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jack-o-phantom · 10 days
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A Mystical thing..
Fanart!!! For @sunnys-aesthetic and her amazing Designs of her Fairy AU involving Sun and Moon
I wanted to make a little something with my interpretation of her Sun, and his warm palette! ^^
(Likes are appreciated, but reblog comments are fun to read)
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gremnda · 3 months
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I watched Lizzie's ”building a sunflower druid grove” video and as the biggest sunflower enthusiast on earth, i had to draw her as a sunflower druid :]
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venomous-qwille · 4 months
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happy nova day <3
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fic-over-cannon · 5 months
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I think dating Jason would mean never peeling your own oranges. It’s not that you can’t or won’t, but he likes doing it for you. Simple as that. You could easily snatch your oranges out of his hands, with their long fingers and scarred knuckles, but you choose to let him do this for you. You protest at first — you’re a big girl capable of doing this for yourself after all — but he brushes it off, tells you that he likes taking care of you with an earnestness about him that you can’t deny. Doesn’t that just have your insides turn into something warm and soft? So you accept his care with the graciousness it deserves. Lean into his side as he makes the first cut into the skin, releasing a mist of juice and citrus oil into the air. Sweetly thank him for every segment he passes into your fingers. He always keeps a few wedges himself as payment, but it’s no steep bargain. If you’re alone, sometimes he’ll feed each piece to you. Press the wedge against your parted lips and wait for your teeth to catch hold. And if sometimes you’ll lick his fingers clean of the dripping juice, well that’s a secret between you and his darkening eyes.
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ilsole · 9 months
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kisses him like a bird...
bonus :
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tryingtostaysilly · 1 month
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More Nevermore textpost but its the Special Clusterfuck Edition™ this time because I had too many about them so dumbasses had to get their own post.
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your-mums-nuts · 4 months
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Baby chardee my beloved
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sobsinfrench · 4 months
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HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY OMORI oh and merry Christmas too ig
Big thank you to @yayi_fuji on Twitter or insta for the shading!!
Lyrics are from Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Musical Miracle 🙄 if you even care
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cenpede · 1 year
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The threat was serious and after tip toeing around it for several years I’ve effectively thrown myself into the mgs pit 🤡 more to come but with an even less coherent style progression but have some Hal n Dave
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mikaikaika · 2 months
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Dude huge huge huge kudos to Tubbo's voice acting in the last message he recorded to Sunny. It encaptures so much despair and the little bit of hope as he wishes Sunny is being fed by atleast someone. The softness in his voice contrasting the roughness of the gravity of what the message holds. The genuine sincerety as he apologises for having Sunny face this because we are aware of qTubbo's suicidal tendencies. And despite all that qTubbo is going through that farce he is putting to try to be strong for Sunny as his last emotion filled laugh sounds on telling Sunny to go on. All of it conveys bittersweet-ness with such sincerity is absolutely remarkable.
All in all it just encapsulates the message of the love was there. It didnt change anything. It didnt save him. There were just too many forces against them. But it still matters that the love was there <3333
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golden-afternoon · 1 month
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good god this event has reminded me just how badly i want to make Michael cry. i need to grab him by the hair and make him beg. for more? for me to stop? depends on the vibes that day ♡
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nuka-rockit · 4 months
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tfw you get a mortal to sign your contract (you get their soul)
(based on 0:57-1:08 from this clip from Its Always Sunny)
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malewifeph1lza · 3 months
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I think she would like them
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thecryptidbard · 8 months
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“Oh fuck it these can’t all be clever” my girl. My beloved Guide. My sweetest blorbo who did absolutely 100% all of the crimes, who did so in the most elaborate dramatic way possible, who literally put on such an unnecessarily extensive show for…I can only assume the documentary crew and her own enjoyment and satisfaction?? Who sat kicking her legs, head propped up in her hands asking Laszlo if he’s *suuuurre* he doesn’t want any help??? Who came to see them all in their cages and LITERALLY said *teehee 😁* . Babygirl really said I am going to snap so goddamn fucking hard and completely, but I am going to do it with SHOWMANSHIP and PIZAZZ, she made SUCH a good murderboard (that says *OUCHY!* on it!!!) and then after all that just went….oopsie!! My bad!! Truly my hero you GO babe you’re doing GREAT please please never change
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fic-over-cannon · 6 months
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Give me a Jason Todd that never fully left the grave. Where he used to run hot, he now runs cold. Not just in a “my body temperature is perpetually a few degrees colder than human” way, but in a “I never fully feel warm” kind of way. The leather jacket isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s to keep the chill out of his bones on Gotham rooftops (it doesn’t work but it’s better than nothing). The gloves aren’t just a forensic countermeasure. They’re there to keep his fingers from going stiff from cold even on warm summer nights. Under his steel toed boots, his socks are made of thick wool so his toes stay warm enough to keep sensation in them.
Give me a Jason Todd that sometimes feels the phantom sensation of wet dirt on his skin. No matter how hard he scrubs the feeling won’t go away. Who can’t wear specific fabrics because they remind him of the silk lining of his coffin. Who sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and has to turn a light on, the darkness a touch too close to the blackness of the coffin. Who has to sleep with some kind of blade, not because of his training, but because it could be used to lever open a coffin lid.
Give me a Jason Todd that can’t remember what it was like to be buried alive but knows exactly what it feels like. He’s left the grave but it’s never left him.
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