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middaymayhem · 9 months

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enRAPTURED || More Info on the Project

#artists on tumblr #enraptured #astrea's nexus #my art #illustrations #urban fantasy #gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy

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moothecownj · 2 years

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If you are a teacher and live fairly local to Moo you could win a school visit for Reading with Moo!*

If Moo wins the America's Favorite Pet contest, Knowhere Farm will use that money to bring Moo to a few schools whose teachers helped him win. Click here or go to https://americasfavpet.com/2022/moo to vote and have a chance to win for your school. You'll also be helping sick and injured animals through PAWS!

Voting for the top 15 ends TODAY at 10pm EST so please vote while you can! Email us at [email protected] with a screenshot of your vote, and we'll put your classroom in the running to win a Reading with Moo!

*please visit https://knowherefarm.com or click here for more information.

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#Cow #reading with moo #Moo the cow #moothecow #moothecownj #Knowhere farm #Cows #education #literacy #elementary schools #animal encounters #classroom visit #He loves cuddling and being read to it’s great!#And he loves people of all ages! It doesn’t have to be an elementary school - anybody can love.Moo!#He really loved the nj ren faire and all the costumes! (The mushroom ladies at the top were a personal favorite (:. He was enraptuted #Enraptured

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balkanparamo · 7 months

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Enrapture by Audrey Kawaski

#art #woodblock art #audrey kawasaki #enraptured

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tripleyeeet · 1 year

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ENRAPTURED

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Gender Neutral Reader

SUMMARY: Not matter how hard you try you can't stop staring at Loki's hands.

WORD COUNT: 877

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I literally have so many other fics to write yet here I am writing this fucking thing. Please excuse any mistakes you may see, I wrote this in two hours half drunk after a nine hour shift. Thank you Grammarly, my beloved. <3

MASTERLIST

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Loki pinches the page the way he touches your flesh: teasing the paper with delicate motions.

Back and forth, his index caresses the edge of the paper, softly flicking it with a strange sense of impatience as his eyes glide across the page, absorbing every detail. Every vowel paired with every consonant floods his vision as he does this. Every dotted ‘I’ or crossed ‘X’ sits within the pondering of his mind while he strokes and sighs and—

Just watching it makes you sick —disgusted and enraged, and so uncharacteristically jealous, because how could such a simple motion make you feel this way? How could the turning of a page make you so breathless it hurts?

Unsure, you stare as he obliviously flips the page, his fingers twisting and curling in such a way the whole thing feels like a show. A performance meant to rile you up, with every possible angle you’ve known to love set before you. Every tonal shift beneath the dimly lit light pulls you in like a moth to a flame, knowing it’s bad for you. That this God before you is nothing but trouble. And yet, here you are, staring again —longing again.

It makes you realize that Loki feels more like an enemy than an ally. The antagonist to a never-ending hunger you’ll always feel. Like a dealer, he offers you his drug in small amounts. Here and there, selectively bestowing tiny treasures.

You’re almost certain he does this just to get you hooked, to further escalate this idea that he’s the only one who could provide such a service. Instead of a human, he looks at you like some sort of potential customer, his eyes surveying every reaction he solicits each time a transaction is made.

Meaning, he knows lately you’ve been needing it. An air of desperation has been lining your features for weeks, embedding itself into every pore like a smoke stain on a shirt you can’t quite get out. You need this more than anything, and right now, you’re almost willing to ask him for it.

Almost.

“I can practically hear your salacious thoughts from here.”

His lips quirk into a smirk, but his eyes never leave the page. Instead, they continue to move, up and down and up again before following the movement of his digits as they figuratively wrap around your throat to steal your air.

“Can you?”

“Mhm, they’re saying oh Loki, my king —no, my liege— take me with those stunning han—“

“Ew, grow up, Lo. Not every thought in my mind revolves around sex with you.”

Lie.

“No?”

“Nope.”

Another lie.

“At this current moment in time it does though, correct?”

You scoff, knowing this is it. The shift. That eventual, transitional moment of both end and beginning you often feel as you watch his eyes slowly shift towards you —a newfound glimmer of perversity appearing.

“Tell me, what is it exactly that’s got you all irritated?” he asks, watching you focus on the way he shoves his index finger between the pages of his book to keep his place.

God, what an actual slut.

You swallow hard, averting your gaze as best you can. “I’m tired.”

“Coming from the person who’s constantly napping wherever they can? I highly doubt that,” he quips, leaning in.

At which point, you can feel his breath hit your face, the suffocating heat pelting your skin as you awkwardly lean back and shrug.

“No, darling, I think something else is the matter.”

As he speaks, you feel the tips of his fingers faintly dance across your cheek. Their presence causing you to bite your lip and close your eyes, suddenly embarrassed at the idea of him seeing you like this —so desperate to be held. To be moulded like clay, melting to the touch of it’s potter.

“I see the way you look at me sometimes.” His voice, smooth like silk, tickles your eyelids as you fight to keep them shut. “The way you look for me in rooms when you enter them. The way you stare when I perform the most mundane of tasks.”

“I don—“

Before you can finish, he’s gripping your chin, a sudden aggression ripping through his hand as he gives it a tight squeeze. “Shhh —I know you stare because you long for it. My touch.”

It takes everything in you not to whimper as you open your eyes, noticing that familiar devilish grin sweep across his face. The one that’s all teeth and tongue, taunting you with hellish thoughts of what’s to come as his thumb suddenly glides to line your lips.

Over and over again, he then traces each one, moving in slow, painful circles, losing his smile to the sudden focus that fills his features.

“I’m aware of the affect it has on you. The way it empties your mind in an instant. The way it enraptures you.”

All you can do is nod against his hand, disrupting the pattern he’s so easily fallen into as your face rises and falls; never diverting your gaze. Never breathing or thinking or feeling anything other than the end of his index finger slowly wedging itself between your lips, taking sweet refuge on your tongue.

“The way I enrapture you.”

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euesworld · 10 months

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"She is not a paragraph, nor a chapter, a sentence that can't be captured.. words unheard that burn in the soul like a world enraptured. She is a nova, or supernova.. a world within worlds like Jupiter's Europa. She is a book, one that can't be written.. no uttered phrases can utter the plays that play out in my mind as if I were twice bitten. She is an eloquent scribble upon time itself, as if time could write such beauty or anything about.. her story is one of flame, igniting the dark with her heart and there is no such way to part ways with her name. If you should ever hear a voice so beautiful, your soul alas should fall into confusion.. for she is a philosophy more deep than seas, much deeper than Confucius. She is a strong string of thoughts from the depths of heaven, a wish that you keep from speaking at 11:11, a goddess to mortals, a goddess to gods.. she is the lightning, and we are the rods. Divine some would say, but totally eclipsing the transcendent.. transcending all languages ability and comprehension. She is like a book, one kept from the sands of time.. in a hidden calligraphy, drifting along my mind. Soaring through my soul, and I can only come up with four words, it's absurd.. she is so beautiful."

You must have heard of her before, she is the universe - eUë

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poligraf · 8 months

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Enrich and embellish the universe as you will, it is only a fit temple for the heart that loves truth with a supreme love. Inanimate vastness excites wonder; knowledge kindles admiration, but love enraptures the soul.

— Horace Mann

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childoftheriver · 11 months

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Oh

#greg lake #from FB #oh his hair #i love it #his face!#enraptured #oh his hands on the guitar #Les Paul?#he’s perfect #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 9 months

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I know i literally wasnt online at all today but goodnight world, tomorrow I start sdr2 with my friend

#shut up me #she sent me a google doc of her ranking of the thh cast along with explanations on her reasoning and im just #enraptured #I love playing dr with her so much im having so much fun #TOMORROW. KOMAEDA.

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picassoswhore · 5 months

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The irony staringinto your eyes

How fairy tales and folke lore all fear of turning to stone.

I'd gladly become marble

Just so I could keep this moment.

I'd wither to sand in the wind than break this.

Entranced.

Spellbound.

Enraptured.

#poems #poetry #spilled ink #love #happy #poem #heart #my poem #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #enraptured #Stone #folke lure

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purplewitch156 · 2 years

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“Where have you been?” Voldemort asked.

“Neville,” Harry answered. “I told him about us. I think he’s going to keep quiet.”

“And how are you so positive of that?” Voldemort asked, who still, no matter how open-minded he tried to be, struggled to see Harry’s viewpoint on allowing people in on their secret.

“Because he said so and because I trust him.”

“You realize that makes four people who know about us,” Voldemort reminded him steely. “Four people who could be a threat to our—”

“Five.”

Voldemort jerked. “Five?”

“Draco knows.”

“Are you intending on telling anyone else?” Voldemort demanded. “Why not get it over with and announce it right here?”

“I wish I could,” Harry replied. “I wish I could tell everyone.”

As if his anger was a balloon, Harry’s words popped it effortlessly and Voldemort was left feeling flattered and tongue-tied.

“Will you dance with me?” Harry asked.

Once, Harry had roasted marshmallows during their travels and he’d given Voldemort one to try. As Harry led him onto the dance floor, draping both hands behind Voldemort’s neck as they slowly rotated in place, Voldemort felt just as mushy and soft inside as that charred lump of sugar.

Enraptured

#my writing #enraptured #the entwined series #harry potter #voldemort #harrymort

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sophiemor13 · 2 years

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I woke up... and thought of you.

Soft, lightly tanned skin, big blue eyes, and silky blonde hair.

You were fast asleep. Glasses still on.

I turned to the wall... and wiggled my hips to get comfy for the night.

My ass just grazing your thigh as I turned. Guess I woke you up... so to speak. (Blush)

And just like that, I felt you turn towards me... to spoon me. You wrapped your arm around my waist... your hand moving up the center of my body.

With one single movement... you pulled me into you. Your hand on my throat, your lips on my neck... I think I moaned aloud.

Then, I felt you. Pants sliding down... holding me close.

You turned me towards you and kissed me... pinning my arms behind me with one hand, kissing me... caressing me, . My breasts, tummy, hips, thighs...

I lose memory after that. It was pure ecstasy. That’s all I remember.

Well... not all. I do remember the ending.

But, I’ll tell you in person... next time we meet. 💋💖🌹💗🥀

By Sofie 🌹

*written at 1:30am on 2/14/2022

Valentines Day 💖

#spooning #hypnotized #mesmerized #enraptured #passion #safe in your arms #valentine

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middaymayhem · 10 months

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finger guns the next few weeks are going to be A Lot so here's another contextless preview

#artists on tumblr #my art #enraptured #hahahaahahaha i have so much to do #i want to speak to my manager #oh wait #oh no

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earthblooded · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Decided some weeks ago, that after 2 years I would come back to a one-shot I wrote which has had some interest for a continuation - Enraptured

Might be another couple weeks before I post the next part but I'm enjoying writing it so far so he's a wee snippet below

First part of the story is on ao3 here - rated E for some spicy stuff though so beware

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She hadn’t seen him yet, he noted, slowly unsheathing his sword. He could easily take her out right there and then – one less assassin in the world to worry about. But they’d had strict instructions from King Viren – any elves found should be brought to him, where he would extract information and put them to his own use.

But Callum didn’t want them to live, didn’t want that small chance that they could escape before facing punishment. It was too easy, and they would find others. Callum needed this, needed to take revenge for his fallen King.

He lifted the sword higher, ready to strike, but her ear twitched and she whirled, expertly seizing her blades and crouching in a defensive stance, the blades crossed in front of her face.

Her face…

Callum knew it all too well, the face who occupied his mind every time he closed his eyes, the beauty of which he couldn’t quite capture in his illustrations, a face he wouldn’t soon forget.

And yet.

It was different, she was different. Face markings, sharp like daggers, carved her cheekbones, horns twisted over her head, etched in a swirling pattern, and her hands, which had explored him so thoroughly, was now missing a digit.

#my fic #tdp #the dragon prince #rayllum #I'm so inconsistent about posting wip wednesdays #honestly just depends on my mood on the day #today is a pretty good wednesday I guess #enraptured

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childhoodgrave · 1 year

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#enraptured

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satturn · 1 year

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just kind of staring into space after the season 2 finale that was crazyyy i loved it so much

#id been working on some school stuff while watching the last few episodes but like the last half of this episode fucking got me man #enraptured #that was great #house md #love when they did the scene cut and house was like 'i dont remember getting here'#cause ha! that's what you expect from the format as a viewer you don't mind scene cuts but now it's his reality!#idk i love when they play with that #love when they play with format #and god the monologue the shooter gave to him... cried a little #THIS SHOW IS GREAT MAN #like a lot of the time 'it was all a dream/hallucination' can be lame but it worked so well here it was about the introspection!!!#oh apparently the shooter was credited as moriarty that's a fun easter egg

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euesworld · 2 years

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"When I hear your voice, I hear it in colors that were never imagined.. when I hear your voice, it clears away all the madness. When I hear your voice, it flows thick with an enraptured beauty.. if only you knew all of the things you do to me. Your voice is soft yet strong, song after song that appeals to my heart.. your voice seems to be a dream I once had that melts away my scars. I find home in your voice, I don't even have a choice.. if a voice could smile, yours would smile eternally. A voice like yours is easy to love, I just can't get enough.. and I know that within it, it holds the sun."

Your voice is etched into my soul with the sweetest, softest poetry - eUë

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