#the star and the lion

[petaltexturedskies]

C.S. Lewis, from “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”

#the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #c.s. lewis #typography #someday you will be old enough to star reading fairy tales again #♡࿐ #fairy tales #(that days has come)

[sanshiori]

Three mimir

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #yanqing #random but did u know the lion's name is Mimi #technically Snowmoon but still Mimi #in heart #fan digital #art

[chiliger]

There aren’t any tookas, so the baby brothers will have to do.

#chiligerart #clone cadets #clone tubies #the clone wars #star wars #sw tcw #meme #space lion king is a thing because I said so #baby’s just chilling up there

[trek-tracks]

Kirk (yelling over the communicator): Scotty, beam us back, quickly! There's a lion storm!

Scotty: Aye, Captain, but don't you mean an ion storm?

(a loud roar in the background)

Kirk: no

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #jim kirk #montgomery scott #captain kirk #scotty #ion storm #lion storm #incorrect trek #incorrect star trek #incorrect trek quotes #incorrect star trek quotes #i'm sorry this is so stupid but I made myself laugh envisioning it

[cj-kenobi]

So I learned what a bear otter was the other day. Time for BIG otterwan

#cody: hows a tiny otter gonna help us in battle? #obiwan: hold my saber #the otter in codys imagination was supposed to be SO much smaller hahaha #but yeah otterwan should be the size of a lion i think thats fun #forgive me for only shitposting i am so busy and sleepy #prehistoric animals are so fun honestly #star wars #obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #otterwan #otterwan kenobi #star wars the clone wars #cal draws #my art <3 #star wars shitpost #bear otter

[jingsyuans]

Only you (and a certain lieutenant) know that Jing Yuan has a tattoo.

The reason you know is because you were the one who gave it to him in the first place. You hadn’t ever planned on giving him one- but somehow, someday, he comes into your shop. You’re used to seeing war veterans come in, but the esteemed general of the Luofu? No, you wouldn’t ever even think to expect that. Especially not paired with his lieutenant that’s smug and giggling beside him.

You can’t help but ask. While he may be a man of high status, he’s in your turf. “Well well well, the Divine Foresight… has lost a bet, I assume?” You look at Jing Yuan- to be honest, you’re a little awed that he’s actually this close, but you don’t want to let that show- and then to his lieutenant, who you know is named Yanqing. You were on the Luofu when the general first put him in the ranks- oh, that was so long ago- and you remembered the controversy about the subject.

Yet Jing Yuan had always had this air to him. He was steadfast in his decision and unwavering even when it came to public opinion, as if he knew something that no one else did.

Perhaps his uncaring attitude toward PR helps with the decision to get a tattoo. Must be a nightmare for the others working for him that are trying to uphold his reputation, but that’s none of your business. Tattoos are your business.

“Ah, how did you know?” Jing Yuan answers your query moments later, a relaxed slant in his shoulders despite the situation. You give him an amused look as you lean on your counter.

“I’ve been doing this a long time. If you were the type to get tattoos, I most likely would have had you as a customer much sooner than this.” That being said, you look to Yanqing. “I’ll bite. What’s the tattoo?”

And Yanqing, the adorable little spirit that he is, shakes his head. Jing Yuan shakes his head as well.

“I’m not supposed to know,” the general says, and you let out a sound of understanding, quirking your brow at the boy.

“Well, let’s hear it. But I don’t know how comfortable I am becoming an enemy of the general, so keep it civil, okay?”

You lean over the counter, and Yanqing comes closer with his hand cupped over his mouth, and he whispers the tattoo idea in your ear. Your eyebrows raise and you hum, looking over at him and the general with a thoughtful click of your tongue.

“Well?” Yanqing looks at you. “Will you do it?”

You smile, all teeth and squinty eyes, crinkled nose, unaware of the twitch in Jing Yuan’s composure. “Where am I inking?” You ask, confirming the deal.

There’s a lot of good ideas and what they present. Maybe on his back, around the shoulder blade area. Getting to see all that muscle and have your hands on him, and at least he can’t see you. You’re a professional, but yeah, he’s hot.

Or it could be a tattoo on his arm. Having to sit face to face with him and his strong arm completely pliant in your hold… his eyes always on you.

“Maybe on his chest. No one will see that, right?” Yanqing proposes when you’re pitching ideas back and forth, only the two of you really able to since Jing Yuan doesn’t know the design. You hum loudly, pretending to think it over before shaking your head.

“Mm… I don’t think I’m gonna do that. What about his shoulder?”

You don’t think you’d be able to handle it. You’re a professional, you remind yourself again, but the idea of tattooing and touching the general’s admittedly pillowy chest isn’t something you think you can handle. Jing Yuan chuffs as you get Yanqing to move on from the idea and you side eye him, wondering if he knows. From the way he smiles, he probably does.

And then there’s the actual tattooing part. How the small talk fluctuates- Jing Yuan is clearly a good conversationalist, but you notice how he keeps the topic on yourself instead of him. To be expected, you suppose; but at some point you tell him as you focus on the line of your pen that you don’t really think it’ll do him any harm to enjoy himself. So, what’s your favorite snack?

Little do you know how charming you are. Perhaps you do know, but not in the ways that catches Jing Yuan’s eye. The way you snort when you laugh. That crinkle in your nose. It was endearing how cute you were in this kind of element with the rap music vibrating off the walls and your ripped up jeans and tattooed arms. It’s all very different than what he’s used to but it’s very apparent that it suits you. All this.

So he gives in. The two of you bounce off one another as he doesn’t seem affected in the slightest about the needle digging in his skin (another non-surprise). He tells you his favorite snack and other harmless things. You’re good company.

And when the tattoo is revealed- ha, it’s almost funny! No, not the tattoo. It’s actually quite tasteful, and it suits him- though he never doubted Yanqing, he acknowledges that he gave the boy the opportunity to do anything and he didn’t break his general’s trust. “You’re quite the artist,” he compliments you, looking at the design in the mirror. He just can’t believe that it’s on him. His skin. And it looks good.

“You look great,” you reaffirm, nodding in self satisfaction as you grin down at him from where he’s seated. “Yanqing did a good job picking it out. You think you’re going to keep it?”

Said-boy had wandered off several hours ago, after he realized how long and slightly boring the process was.

Jing Yuan hums, looking back at the design. “I make good on my promises. It isn’t only a tattoo, but now a fond memory,” he starts to put his clothes back on- reminding you how he’s half naked and you look away to give him some privacy.

“Smooth talker,” you quip, and he laughs.

“Old habit. But my words are true.” Then he tilts his head. “How much do I owe you?”

You nearly hesitate. It was a privilege in and of itself to get this opportunity. But before you can even try to say anything about not getting paid, Jing Yuan is already tutting and shaking his head.

“I will be paying you. You worked hard and your time is valuable. I don’t want to do anything to imply that it’s not worth the money.”

Of course. You relent with an easy going sigh and give him the price. When you recommend he buy some materials to help keep the tattoo clean and healthy, he does so without even blinking, adding up to the amount he owes. It’s strange to take money from his hand, but business is business.

More can happen from here but the end result is that a part of you, your penmanship, is on the general’s body for the rest of his long life. He may even come in to get it touched up a few times when it begins to fade.

You couldn’t be more different, as he is an esteemed general and you’re a grunge tattoo artist, but that’s what makes it interesting.

#maybe he gets a lion or smth who knows #anyway this came out of nowhere GOODBYE #pls reblog this I actually like this one ;_; #jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan reader insert #honkai star rail #jing yuan #honkai x reader

[another-goblin]

Ah yes. Me. My ex and his big ass sword. And our other ex and his 600 pound 12 feet long lion

my hc is that IL sleeps in some fancy silk ceremonial embroidered nightgown. Blade wears warm pajamas. And JY is nakey because why not.

#honkai star rail #my stuff #dan heng #blade hsr #jing yuan #mimi the lion #imbibitor lunae

[drunkenlionwrites]

Lapis Lazuli Warnings: afab g/n reader, slight sacrilege , p in v sex

You feel so devastatingly overwhelmed with sensations that your brain is almost shutting down. The back being pressed to the cold and moist surface of the frescoes-covered wall, the hot body of your lover against your chest, the tail of his slithering between your thighs to then hug your waist possessively while he languidly pushes himself into you.

The air around you is humid, Dan Heng’s exhales near your face only making you feel it stronger. The look in his azure eyes fills you with some kind of primal need and reverence. His skin is velvet under your fingertips. The strands of his hair are nothing but finest silk falling onto your shoulders. The act feels so sinful – a sacrilege of sorts, yet Dan Heng’s breathy grunts beside your ear make you forget everything else. “I see you’re still a sinner in this life, Dan Heng?” you manage to tease him, which grants you a deeper and harder push of his cock into your core.

One more thrust and a chuckle follows. “Don’t antagonize me. You’re the willing participant too, my love.” The sarcasm dripping in his tone, his movements shifting back to agonizingly slow again while his sleek tail wraps tighter around your waist. You whine, trying to shift your hips against Dan Heng at least a little. Naïve. He won’t allow you that. But still, you’re stubborn. “At least I’m not doing it against the relic of my people.”

“Oh, is it so? If I were you, I would know better than that and stop talking now. That is…if you still want me to make you come now.” His voice grew darker, but you knew that some darker parts of him resonated with your taunting.  With a huff you relent, deciding not to dwell on the subject deeper, biting his pointed ear and pressing the head to his shoulder. It served as a sign for Dan Heng to continue with your slow punishment.

Hands running up your thighs with utmost tenderness to only grip them harshly in attempt to bring your lower body even closer to his. Every grind of his length inside you painfully brings you closer and closer to your release. The feeling of his fangs grazing the skin of your neck hard enough to make it bleed doesn’t make it easier on you. The skin where your lower bodies collide is covered in your combined fluids and produces lewd squelching sounds now that make you shiver in the tight hold of your lover. It’s still not enough.

“Please…Please. I need more…I’ll be good to you” you mewled into his shoulder pathetically. Anything to make him move faster inside you.

“So weak now.” he chuckles, biting your neck once again until you cry out. “Well, let this sinner grant you with the long-awaited deliverance then.” he breathes out in your ear, which makes you clench around his length. His pace becomes punishing now, each thrust precise, each touch making you feel sublime, yet somehow dirty. Your pants and moans only encourage Dan Heng to move faster. The stinging pain in your neck and back adds to your pleasure and pushes you closer to your release.

With moans of your name his thrusts become erratic, and you feel him pulsing inside you so deliciously, that it serves as the last stroke before impeding orgasm. You shudder and pulse around his cock, barely registering now how his hot cum fills you. While coming down from your release, panting and holding each other close, Dan Heng smiles in his usual warm way – the corners of his lips slightly upturned, his eyes, now of darkened lapis lazuli color full of adoration. “Well that definitely ‘spiced it up’, right?” you murmured, exhaling.

I'm sorry, this just lived in my head and I needed to spill it out somewhere. Basically reader and Dan Heng are roleplaying here a bit to have rougher sex, but I feel like Dan Heng is still kinda OOC here and he for sure won't be joking about the sins of his past incarnation while fucking at the Scalegorge Waterscape of all places 😂

#hsr smut #hsr dan heng #hsr x you #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #not proofread we don't die like blade #lion writes

[mugwot]

making the funky little guys funkier

the them

#i keep to my personal brand of everything can be made better by way of furrification #a bull a red panda a black kitty a crane and an ambiguously besnooted beast #three separate people called odile a Duck i dont know why is it something with the beak? #loop is a lion ;3 #may or may not have candy #loop was supposed to be a quick funny sketch and then the background happened boo #had to take away bonbon's hat for the sake of composition #it adds like half a head of hight to them #ngl when i first saw isabeau i thought he was a cool butch lady and instead got a surprise nice buff man #the fact that he is not a himbo was shocking #also this game made me want to try a fish head what the hell #does the skull crunch? #in stars and time #furry art #furry #isat #siffrin isat #isabeau isat #mirabelle isat #odile isat #bonnie isat #loop isat #the whole gang is here #my art

[artilite]

have a lion dance for these trying times ♥♥

#i love you ms paint #thanks for getting me thru every artblock ever actually #ILY LION DANCE TOO #shaking trying not to infodump 3k abt their roles and why they fit #i need to do a tad more research anyway... #unfortunate bc it's difficult to find in depth stuff in english.. woe... #i digress #isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #isat isabeau #in stars and time fanart #in stars and time siffrin #siffrin fanart #lion dance #lunar new year #for all u isat lion dance enjoyers #bc there will be more. #i am nothing if not self indulgent #artilite #artilite doodle

[lychniis]

⚘— DUE RESPITE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he demands his affection. it's long overdue, in his opinion. ( jing yuan x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xi ( ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.❜ ) + daisy.

ii. WARNING(S) : mild mentions of blood and one fucked up appendix, this is lowkey selfship coded, reader is a doctor and is lowkey tired too, jing yuan is just a wee bit touchy, a tiiiny hint of angst. very small but i swear but it's all fluff and sweet talking.

# masterlist

“Come here.” 

He smiles in indulgence, fingers pattering playfully over hardwood. You consider his request, sugar melting over your tongue with the passing moment. You reach out for more candy as the twisting in your gut persists. A wingbeat draws your attention again. Jing Yuan is still staring straight at you.

“Why?” you ask carefully.

“Let me kiss you.” Blunt, to the point, so unlike the lilting riddles he’d spin and confuse you with. You shake your head. 

“I smell of blood.” you’d overseen the surgery of one insistent patient, a short lifer whose stomach cramps stemmed from an inflamed appendix. Even after washing yourself down you can’t quite rid the tang iron rimming your fingertips. 

Jing Yuan laughs. To him, everything may as well be a joke. Or a threat. Or a simple amusement. You consider it the happy experience of going senile with age ( you had expressed it to him. He’d laughed even harder till the birds in his hair clear out and his shoulders shook and trembled like his being was wracked with earthquakes ).

“Trust me, I’ve smelled far worse.” he assures you, leaning forth to take your hand, his lips pressing up against the palm. “Come.” A tug. You’re a slave to the way his eyes shine. You hate how he has you so easily stringed up and weak for his words ( your heart is racing, it’s a traitorous little thing ripping away at your chest and stealing your breath and warming your cheeks ).

His large hands settle you easily on his lap, drumming staccato over your hips. His lips find your temple next. “Darling mine.” he whispers. “Darling mine.”

“Yes.”

Jing Yuan smiles and shuts his eyes, curling his grip around the hook of your legs. The action in firm, steady, half patient, half wanting. “Look at me.”

You turn your head away.

He presses his face to your hair. “No?” he intones with feigned disappointment. “I cannot see your face?”

“No.” you play along, reaching for more of the rock candy. Jing Yuan stops you, and it’s warm, warm, warm all over. There’s is something tempered in his gaze. It’s a lazy adoration. 

“Is there any way I can appease my beloved then?” he muses. “Should I beg on my knees? Wax poetry?”

You groan. “No, no poetry, Jing Yuan.”

“No poetry either? My, you are a tough case, aren’t you?” he’s sweeping you away from the floor, draped on his lap and his chest. Your grasp lays upon his heart. You feel it beat. Your head turns and you face him, lips pursing as you try to stifle back the flustered curl tugging at the corners. “There.” he whispers. A finger taps at your jaw. 

He lets you close the gap and steal away gaping kisses.

“I’m weak for you, aren’t i?” you mumble mournfully between them. Jing Yuan softens to it. “An utter fool. An idiot.”

“Maybe. But I’d be a hypocrite for belittling you for it, no?” he’s chasing after your lips again in a rare moment of greed. He’s not a selfish man. Jing Yuan would let himself be rend by a thousand swords or scorched by starfire if it means another lives a life in peace. It’s a simple truth nestled in him, so blatant in its presence yet artfully tucked away beneath paraphernalia and other quirks picked over the centuries. 

( Jing Yuan who’d let himself bleed, bleed, bleed. )

Your nose nuzzles at the column of his neck. You will not be thinking of tragedy today. “Just keep holding me.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. He is flesh and blood in your grasp. he is whole. He is him.

The respite is welcomed.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

working through this event like the damn aventurine boss jk jk. anyway i am ill for this man and i want him to hold me thank you.

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#&&. my writing !! #EVENFALL ; valentines 2024 #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #silly silly silly lion mans #i love him so god i need to be check lords #he's so kijhgfcvbghj #him and zhongli

[cloud-ya]

this man came home unexpectedly in first 10 pulls

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #furry #lion

[xander-wolk]

Cat dad Jing Yuan

#xanderwolkart #honkai star rail fanart #hsr #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan honkai #Jing yuan lion #Jing yuan with Mimi #jing yuan honkai star rail #hsr fanart #big eepy guy I luv him #eepy uwu faced mf

[trek-tracks]

Sorry, we can't move them

Source

#star trek #star trek tos #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #spock #bones mccoy #captain kirk #star trek aos #the empath #among other episodes #lions #bones won this time #does anyone read the tags down here #it has been a shitty shitty week #my mom had a near-fatal heart attack #she is recovering but there's nothing like your parents waiting 13 hours until you've finished teaching for the day #to tell you that your mom went to the hospital and coded three times on the table before being revived #just in case you wondered why i haven't been around for a week #my brain was and is just. screaming. lots of brainscream #are tags on a mcspirk post the healthiest place to mention this? probably not #hug your loved ones who like hugs ok

[lepidoptera-art]

Happy New Year!! May 2023 dance with joy and stride with zealous flame! ~~~~ Harbinger creature greatly inspired by this illustration by @ink-the-artist <3 ~~~~ Website ⚘ Insta ⚘ Twitter ⚘ Gumroad

#illustration #celestial #happy new year #2023 #sun #lion #angel #stars #markers #coloured pencil #traditional art #ink #biblically accurate angel #inspired #celestialcore #spacecore #starry night

[piroshky]

Tarot cards by Mexican-British painter Leonora Carrington, 1955.

#tarot #major arcana #surrealist art #surrealism #mexican art #mexican artists #british art #british artists #paintings #occult art #the sun #the moon #strength #the star #wolves #lions #equine art #my post