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nightthinker-08 · 4 months
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I've been watching your kindness keep A lonely company Look at the fire and think of me
I've been watching you creep Around my wandering feet Trying for years to flee
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willowser · 1 month
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after a long, fun morning at the beach, bakugou will sit down in the sand with your kiddo in his lap, all wrapped up in a big, fluffy towel, and they'll share a bunch of fresh fruit that's still cold from the little cooler you packed along with you 😌
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tooquirkytolose · 10 months
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The French invented a sick form of intricate torture and its name is making pastry at home
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shirefantasies · 12 days
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Hey, babes!
Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.
Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.
By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen
OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe
The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance
Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆
Thranduil
Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…
Legolas
Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.
Haldir
A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…
Galadriel
Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…
Lindir
There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.
Elrond
Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…
Arwen
How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.
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cerealmonster15 · 11 months
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i love these freaky little teens and their freaky little relationship problems within their freaky little marriage. this is how it works in MY mind no matter WHAT anthony burch may or may not say re: hermies feelings 😌
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dootys · 2 months
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Random cute and tender moments with slashers - part 1
This started as one cute idea for Tommy, but then more and more inspirations came up and I did sketches for other slashers as well. As you can see, I can't draw clean lines, but I'm still quite happy how it all turned out.
A/N: I have never drawn neutral character before and I'm obviously pretty bad at it, so it looks different on each drawing 🙈
Part 2 is here
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This is personal heaven for Thomas. Nothing calms him down more than lying in bed with you after long day and snuggling up to your growing belly. And when he feels the small kick for the first time? This giant brute bursts in tears and dies of happiness on spot ❤️
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Jason really enjoyes spending time outside the cabin. He loves walking through the woods, but his favourites are picnics, especially on the pier by the lake. Just sitting there, listening to the sound of nature and relaxing without mask, because he feels comfortable with you ❤️
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Michael (OG) is stoic as usual, but he secretly loves the affection, he just don't know how to express it and how to ask for it. So when you hug him, he will huff in annoyance, but you know he likes it (otherwise he would push you away😅)
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This is one of the rare moments, when Michael (RZ) is completely relaxed. If you lean closer and you are lucky, you can even hear him hum. He wouldn't admit it, but he loves when you play with his hair ❤️
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Michael (2018) is not morning person and he can be really grumpy if you approach him too early. He needs his space. But once he has his hot black coffee, his mood changes almost instantly. He loves these mornings with you. So get your ass here, he wants a hug before breakfast 😘
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kybelles · 9 months
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tfw you remember every single critical choice laurent did in the series was motivated by LOVE! in the beginning he hated damen with passion because he loved auguste so much and it was only his love for damen that overcame that hatred! he gave up himself to the regent for damen and his country after THREE MONTHS of knowing him because of his love for damen! when laurent of vere decides he loves you, he loves you with his entire being. 🩷🩵🤍❤️🧡💛
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rainymoodlet · 7 months
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been takin’ a break from building by giving my farmer & morris a dreamy little country life… but i ended up taking only taking pics of morris fhdhd
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xo-cod · 5 months
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I made manicotti last night and the entire time I was thinking about how I was making it for the 141 (for motivation ofc) and how much they just need to be taken care of bc they’re precious babes who deserve a break and a warm home-cooked meal ):
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aww they do !! :(( especially being away from family and even if they know how to cook the basics, it's just to ensure they don't starve. just eating the minimum so they have enough energy to get through the day.
until you came along and cooked for them and their hearts absolutely melting in pieces. you making sure they ate until they genuinely felt full, taking your time to know their preferences and cooking something that falls in line with that.
simon and price being so shocked because they hadn't had someone like that in years, someone that cared enough about him let alone cook a meal that was his favourite. them both just looking at you with pure love, pure adoration, pure shock that you could be so gentle and so kind hearted
gaz and soap getting all soft because your cooking reminds them of home and they can't exptess how grateful they are for you. your food reminding them that even if the world was crass and horrible, there was always something to look forwards to <33
and theh adore when you cook because it has the one thing they can't find anywhere, love
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willowser · 10 months
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alternatively, love island with kirishima is probably a NIGHTMARE. fighting for YOUR LIFE in there. he's so handsome, so kind, so uplifting, he's everyone's friend, and EVERYONE WANTS HIM.
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cleric4vampire · 2 months
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There's something in this life left to live or, giving these two fools a soft moment because they deserve it. not gonna lie, I got a bit emotional when making this. I wrote something from Astarion's perspective to go along with it:
Once upon a time we pressed against an unyielding tree trunk, just like this. Once upon a time we hid ourselves in the obscuring night. Now, the moonlight paints your smile bright and boundless. We were not unwilling back then, though an ocean laid between us. I pressed my body atop yours and went somewhere else. How could I have known that you would follow me there? You were the one who was supposed to be under my thumb. I was the trickster moved by your silver song. You were the cradle that held me safe when all I wanted was to fall into the abyss. You were the gentle voice that beckoned, Open your eyes. See what could be if you loosened that white-knuckled grip you keep on your fear. Sometimes I find myself slipping into the old movements — a flutter of lashes, a dangerous smile — and then I remember. I remember that you were with me at my darkest and ugliest and most utterly heartbroken, and still you told me, It is an honor to witness you. It is a privilege to be by your side. And I let that ancient rhythm fall away. I was free to walk off that tired path, and now, everything is new. How will life surprise me when I allow myself to participate? I was struck with wonder to know that there are people in this world like you. Could you have ever guessed we would end up here, back when we were strangers on the hillside? I didn't have the strength to imagine it. Now, I find myself thinking: Where will we end up tomorrow? What wonders will we behold? There will be such love and such joy, and such hardship to balance it. But for the first time, I feel I am courageous enough to face it, because I am not alone anymore. I will be with you here, beneath this moonlight, beneath this canopy. And afterwards, I hope you will imagine with me all the life we have left to live.
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the-kipsabian · 8 months
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kingdom-dance · 26 days
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“I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then.” j.b.
Thank you so BIG @sovhina for this gorgeous piece with Dreamwalker ( @attollogame) and Dahlia living their best Margaritaville Caribbean dream epilogue they will not get in the story🏝️
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