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teenyweenynightghost · 8 months

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Cardan and Jude - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @incendiosketches

#hoooollyy

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teenyweenynightghost · 9 months

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Embrace 🌙

A little painting of my elf girl dreaming of someone special maybe

#omg

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teenyweenynightghost · 9 months

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thank god they’re idiots or we wouldnt have scenes like yes my sweet villain and the knife to throat scene 🫶🫶

If jurdan stopped turning their evil genius powers on each other and instead combined them against their enemies from the beginning the whole plot of the series would have been resolved in like a week.

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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Ok but

💖LEON S KENNEDY

#i dont even play re #but #that man #istg

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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Big Booty Jude(y)

#<333

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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> reposted from my personal blog: @i-wish-i-was-consistent

asra x gn! reader

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You can't help but be slightly jealous of Asra.

He was beautiful. His hair the colour of starlight and violet eyes that hold so many secrets— and he looked even more so as he lay beside you with his arm around your waist, looking at you as though you were the one who spun his world around.

You were staring, unshamefully so.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his lips quirking upwards as they always did.

"I could ask you the same thing,"

He chuckles, making his dimples show (you have to suppress the urge to poke them). "I do actually. A lot more than I think you realize."

A large statement considering how much he compliments you. But you know that if you said so, he would insist that "there weren't enough hours in a day to tell you how much he loves you".

Silence ensues after a short while. It always did when it was just you and him, but you didn't mind. It was comfortable, domestic, calming— a break from everything that made life go by so quickly.

Then suddenly...

"Can I have your hand?" Not a particularly strange request coming from him, so you don't think anything of it as he gently takes your hand onto his, turning it so your palm is facing upwards.

You feel the tip of his finger gently dragging across your palm, following the lines etched onto it. You glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown painting his lips— an expression of mock concentration.

"It's saying we'll have many nights like this, cuddling before we fall asleep in each other's arms."

You know at once he's making this up. Your lover has many talents, especially in the magical field, but palm-reading is not one of them (but you're sure he could if he studied).

But you decide to play along.

"What else do my palms say?"

You see him smile, the concentrated look on his face replaced with the usual mischievous glint in his eyes and a teasing grin. He knows what you're doing.

"It says we're going to love each other until our souls part," he mutters quietly. He lifts your hand and kisses them, before going back to his original position and placing his hand on your hip— rubbing comforting circles as he waits for you to answer.

"How many years is that?"

He leans in and pecks the corner of your mouth before he replies, his eyes go soft as he continues to stare at you— like you were the one who hung the moon and stars in the night sky.

"Many."

You finally drop your little act. "Is that true?"

Again, he takes his time before answering— choosing to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another on your cheek. He continues to pepper your face with kisses before you finally feel his plush lips against yours.

Asra has always smelled like herbs, flowers and something else that can only be described as magical— and it's engulfing you like it would a thick blanket.

He squeezes your hip affectionately as he presses his lips onto yours harder. The kiss is desperate and wanting— yet always, always gentle. He kisses you like you'll disappear into his dreams if he so much as blinks.

All too soon, he pulls away. He's still beautiful, maybe even more so with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks— his chest heaves with deep breaths from lack of air and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you're the one who made him look like this.

He cradles your face with gentle hands before finally answering.

"If you want it to be."

#👏#😭😭😭

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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I Want You...

Some Romantic Spice with our Main 6

Keep reading

#asra<333

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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#🫦

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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pov asra wants to kiss you, but can’t find the right moment.

asra alnazar x reader . FLUFF ALERT !!!

He tried for a kiss first thing that morning. It was part of his everyday routine, but your yawning stopped him from leaning in any further. He tried going in for it again, but before he knew it, you were already making your way to the bathroom.

He’d just get one when you return.

Or so he thought. He dozed off, only waking up when the aroma of breakfast filled his nose. Dragging himself from bed, he followed the heavenly smell into the kitchen where your back was turned to him. “Good morning, love.” He softly announced, “It smells amazing in here.”

The sound of his voice made you turn around, the sight of his bed hair made you smile. You always thought he looked unreasonably cute in the morning. “Good morning!” you chirped. You were unrealistically happy for someone who didn’t necessarily fall under the category of a morning person. “I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.” You told him. You were finally beginning to wrap things up in the kitchen, you turned back around.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Asra appreciated the gesture of care you attempted to show. It would have been perfect if he actually stayed in bed for it.

He’d make up for it with a good morning kiss.

Asra took a few steps forward before his hands came to hold your hips. His chin rested on your shoulder as he leaned over to watch what you were doing. His white hair tickled your ear, and you wiggled out of his grip, quietly laughing, just as he was moving in to press a kiss to your cheek. In most cases, you’d return a kiss to his lips.

“Your hair, Asra! I can’t focus with your hair tickling me.” You took a glance at him, unable to suppress your grin.

He was more interested in kissing you than the trouble his hair would get him in. You were forgetting the most important thing your mornings consisted of. He just had to subtly spell it out. “I think you’re forgetting something.” He half-jokingly stated, puckering his lips up to make kissing sounds, all while pointing to his mouth. “If only there was a way to make it up..” He feigned sadness, blinking his eyes multiple times as if on the verge of crying.

You noticed mischief dancing in his violet eyes despite the look on his face. “Well..” You playfully stared, tapping your finger on your chin as you pretended to think. “I guess there is one thing that has slipped my mind. It just so happens to be the perfect way to atone for my forgetfulness, too.” You inch closer to him, and his gaze never strays from you.

He fought the urge to smile upon feeling your warm breath ghost over his lips. Your eyes slipped closed, anticipating the kiss to come. He could almost feel his lips on yours as—

BEEP BEEP!

When night came, it bothered Asra more than it probably should have. Going a full day without even kissing you was driving him insane. He spent so long without you as his partner, and now that you were, he didn’t want to waste another second without expressing his love.

After a bath, you’re getting ready for bed when you hear him call your name. You look up just as he enters the room. The silk fabric of his robe sticks to his wet body as he walks to the edge of the bed. He ditches the robe as he settles in next to you.

With a deep breath from him, the candles lighting the room die out, except for two single candles on either side of the bed illuminating the darkness. He doesn’t say anything, yet you notice his eyes trailing over your face. He stares wistfully at your lips the longest.

“I want you to kiss me." Asra suddenly announces. It’s a clear and sure statement that leaves you a bit confused. He never mentions wanting to kiss you unless he’s not sure whether or not you would be okay with it. But you made it clear a long time ago that his affection was always welcome.

Your brows furrow. Curious, you ask, "Why don't you?" In the dim room, your eyes adjust to the darkness which allows you to see his thoughtful gaze.

He hesitated before answering. A sigh falls from his lips as he carelessly shrugs. “Because something’s bound to stop it from happening.” He makes a face as if to say, ‘I would know’. You watch him push aside the curl hiding his face. “I’ve tried all day.”

Giving an answer isn't something you worry about. Instead, you lift your head off your pillow and invade his personal space. Your lips find his soft ones and press firmly against them. Almost instantly, what was supposed to be a gentle goodnight kiss turns fervent and eager. Your lips part and his skilled tongue delves into your mouth, exploring and mapping out every inch and corner.

The kiss breaks as you both breathe heavily. You stare at each other, grinning from ear to ear. "Perhaps we should hold back on kissing until the day is over," you suggest, and he shakes his head vigorously as he disagrees.

“I don’t think I can go another day like this.” He goes in for another kiss, but ironically, you yawn. He quietly laughed to himself, deciding to press a soft kiss on your forehead instead. “Goodnight, my love.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You feel yourself falling asleep to the lulling beat of his heart.

"Good night, Asra.”

#i am obsessed with azra

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teenyweenynightghost · 1 year

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💖💖

happy new year!!!

happy new year, friends!!! this year has been weird for me, and it’s definitely had its ups and downs, but i’m so grateful to have spent part of it with y’all!

i’m so grateful for all of you.

no matter where you are in the world, or if you have anyone to celebrate with, i love you and wish you peace, happiness and health in this new year ♥️

thank you so much 🫶🫶

@lady-jane3 @modernloverss @filthforfriends @teenyweenynightghost @bethanysnow @idyllicbutterfly @emometalhead @oro-e-diamanti @mywritingonlyfans 😘😘