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clandestineloki · 11 months

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Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

read it on ao3!!

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

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runaeveena · 3 months

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Your dashboard if you were in a d&d fantasy world still involved in fictional erotica discourse part 2

⛰️ berenicesblade Follow

now that the new Mountain Angel volume has come out can we please tag spoilers, some of us are still waiting for our pigeon mail

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

you can access the volume in full on TomePlane!

🎭 bardcampistrash Follow

until TomePlane acknowledges that its interplanar storage is made possible by binding aboleths to the plane and killing them then we are going to continue not using that platform, thanks

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

aboleths killed my cousin who was a royal cleric. ill never understand why theres a whole movement to protect abyssal creatures when theyve caused so much damage to our kingdoms. and disliking a pocket dimension which provides thousands of people access to books? your attitude reeks of anti literaturism and mal-aligned virtue signaling and im not sure which is worse

🫒 tenthday237 Follow

Aliizya gets pregnant on page 62

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banished

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🏰 finchtruther Follow

okay but the way that faelor finch writes every song that perfectly fits pennbiel liiike its giving closet fangirl

🧭 waywardwarlock

seriouslyy!! like what else is "give me your unmarked hand / in the shadowfell we won't be a secret" supposed to be about if not pennipher and corabiel

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yall please dont fill up the unseen servant tag with your super fucking weird smut posts im just looking for tips on how to find my unseen servant

🪡 scç-writer

the search function on tomeblr does need to be updated but we dont have to kinkshame :)

🌫️ cloudgiant-snailboy Follow

the site is being overrun by virgin degenerates

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

sounds like you need Wilam the Wizard with Wandering Hands to help you summon the unseen stick in your ass

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🗝️ crypt-princess Follow

so whose going to be the first to commission a painting of that scene with Aliizya and the beholder 👀

🍎 bloodmaledickening Follow

i already asked my local artisan he said he's gotten two other commissions for the same scene lmao

🐁 softbarbarian

girl i commissioned a tapestry

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🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

friendly reminder that devil deals are a real thing that a lot of people fall victim too and that demons are malicious and do destroy peoples lives if theyre not careful so please be careful when consuming works like Hellionfinity which romanticizes devil deals and fiendish soul contracts

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imo any work of fiction that involves a romance between any type of fiend is not just problematic but harmful

🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

i used to be indifferent to books that had devil romance interests because like thats their whole thing theyre seducing people to get their souls and the mc overcomes it, but reading through the replies i see that Hellionfinity actually ends with the devil character as the main romantic lead which is super problematic in terms of power imbalance and the fact that he has a redemption arc is so out of touch especially since our military is finally recovering from the azgurian assault

🧚🏻‍♂️arms-of-faelor

helliofinity also has a scene where the main character uses a soul coin that an imprisoned mortal gave him and he uses it to bring the devil out of avernus so he doesnt fully die and no one in the book mentions it or talks about how messed up it is to use soul coins and we never see the now bound to hell prisoner ever again

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hellionfinity officially cancelled on my end!

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moment of silence for all the customers waiting on drink orders while the tavern wench gets her back blown out by a new guy every night ✊😔

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the gods work hard but Girthy Gladys gets worked harder

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🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

paladin and warlock romances are OUT! cleric and necromancer romances are IN!

🪭 royalcoinpurse Follow

the only thing a cleric should do to a necromancer is beat him to death so she can revive him and kill him again

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❇️ arch-dryad Follow

i think we need to analyze why we're so quick to place women in categories of devious seductress or healer in romance novels as if that hasnt been the pervasive trope that holds magic-touched women back in our actual society

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why do you assume these fictional tropes are mf couples only? can a gay cleric not beat his gay necromancer boyfriend to death?

🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

and off! beat him off cmon guys

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yall ever be talking or whatnot and feel like no one understands you

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say that shit fr (<- looking around clueless)

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🌠 crownofstars

remember when that person made a call out post for the author of ilairepeler for using a ghost writer and it turned out the author was an actual ghost. writing. like a literal ghost writer. like.

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arent you the dwarf that fucked a slaad

🌠 crownofstars

how would you like to become a ghost so you can write more witty comments like this for eternity

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#round two please laff i did this at work #fantasy dashboard #tumblr dashboard meme #dungeons and dragons #d&d #bg3 #dungeon meshi #my post

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devourable · 5 months

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masterlist ! long post under cut. anything without links is unfinished. nsfw content marked in red

{ boy yanderes }

yandere church boy (⛪️ abraham atkins)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs / asks :

sfw hcs 1 . sfw hcs 2 . nsfw hcs . darling w different religion . equally religious darling . darling from large family .

fics, drabbles, etc :

prayer session - private service - genesis 9:6 - divine sin [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - kinktober; overstim [ocxoc ; by darling--core] - my angel {wip, coming soon!}

yandere hacker (🖥️ gene eliades)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

gene x camslut darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

coding lesson - kinktober; cockwarming [ocxoc ; by darling--core]

yandere prodigy (🪶 sterling cygnus)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

ask dump . what if darling left school? . college parties . handmade birthday present . overheard confession . positive reinforcement darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

field trip - i like you {wip, coming soon!}

aus :

professor cygnus (older!au)

yandere best friends (tobias lovell & sebastian lee ; 🍀 the neighbors)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs - shy voyeur darling (wip, coming soon!)

yandere delinquents (mattias c., judas j., dominic g., aaron d. ; 🚬 the delinquents)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

how did they meet? . nsfw headcanons . sick darling . dom reader . darling’s birthday . asexual darling . oral fixation darling

yandere monster (🌲 mykolas)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

sfw headcanons . how does he mate with his darling?

fics, drabbles, etc :

break time

yandere cheerleader (📣 orion knight) — wip

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yandere idol (🎤 ivan armani) — wip

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the huntsman (🪓 gareth sharpe) — wip

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{ girl yanderes }

yandere gym bunny (💪 valentina everett)

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hcs and asks :

wedding headcanons

fics, drabbles, etc :

wlw comfort drabble - making a scene

yandere princess (👑 althea chrysostomides)

intro fic • pinboard

yandere mermaids (kallisto, tomila, lyonesse ; 🪸 the mermaids)

intro fic • pinboard

hcs and asks :

what gifts do they like? . sfw headcanons . what if darling wants a family?

fics, drabbles, etc :

mating season (wip, coming soon!)

yandere farmer (🌾 linden bell) — wip

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the coven (wip)

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{ nonbinary yanderes }

the butcher (🥩 rhodes williams)

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hcs and asks :

vulture culture darling . nsfw headcanons . fiesty/protective darling

fics, drabbles, etc :

better days - helpless - make me bleed

the stalker (💌 vega leers) — wip

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the alt kids (faust m., delta c., anton f., ; 🕷️ the alt kids)

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hcs and asks :

nsfw hcs

the demon (🩸 melchior) — wip

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[ poly yanderes ]

the parents (angel & bianca moreno ; 🧸 the parents) — wip

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the villains — wip

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{ misc / multi oc posts }

your first time p1

your first time p2 (coming soon!)

date night w abe / delinquents

flirty darling x sterling and rhodes

yanderes x single parent darling

yanderes x cuddle drunk darling (wip, coming soon!)

yanderes / darlings and cuddles

poly yanderes x biased darling

yandere terms of endearment

abe, tina, and rhodes x chronically ill darling

how do they feel about other yanderes?

who does/doesn’t want kids?

rhodes x darling x abraham, part 2

#masterlist #yandere boys #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere boy #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere headcanons

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cobragardens · 4 months

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Aziraphale's Ring Is a Queer Symbol

In a previous post I hold forth about the symbolism of the lion rampant on the escutcheon of Aziraphale's signet ring. The upshot is that the golden lion is used by Heaven as a symbol of its threat and its merciless, murderous corporate culture, and I argue that in S3 Aziraphale must subvert this stamp of Heavenly ownership and symbolically redefine the golden lion by summoning the courage to be soft.

Now I've learned some new stuff about how signet rings are worn. Come, sistren, and get nerdy with me.

Aziraphale's ring is one of several we see angels wearing in Good Omens. Here in an indispensably useful post, @indigovigilance lists the known rings of Show Omens angels and those rings' qualities and placement. Note how of the angels who have rings, everyone except Saraqael and Aziraphale wear their rings on their LEFT pinky fingers. There's a reason for this.

Since the medieval period in Britain and Germany, and from there in the U.S., signet rings have been bestowed by professional associations as a sign of membership, particularly at the upper end of society: trade guilds, colleges, hospitals, the Church(es), noble families, and societies like the Freemasons all issue(d) signet rings to some of their members. The traditional placement for signet rings of show professional affiliation is the left pinky finger.

In fact, as it was not socially acceptable in or past the Victorian era for men to wear rings on more than one finger, men who wore signet rings and wedding rings both would have their wedding rings sized to fit the pinky finger below the signet. If a ring had to be moved to preserve masculinity, it wasn't the pinky ring that was going anywhere. Family signets can be worn on any of a number of fingers, but since the Victorian period the men of the British Royal Family (who are from Germany) have been especial sticklers about wearing their signets on their left pinky fingers as well.

So. If you're British and you have a signet ring that's meant to indicate professional affiliation, you wear it on your left pinky.

But Aziraphale wears his signet ring on his RIGHT hand.

Before I offer my opinion on what that means, here's some more fun background on the history and significance of pinky rings in Anglo-American culture:

The Victorian period was when pinky rings started to become associated with queerness.

As fellow members of the Hundred Guineas Club, Oscar Wilde and Aziraphale would likely have been acquaintances.

According to Wikipedia (ibid.):

"During the Victorian era, both single men and women uninterested in pursuing marriage could wear a ring on the little finger of their left hand."

This quickly expanded to a pinky ring on either hand. Here's Wikipedia's picture of farmer and philanthropist Caroline Rose Foster in 1917, the Edwardian era, wearing a pinky ring on her right hand:

Do you smell a euphemism in "uninterested in pursuing marriage"? I do!

By midcentury--so only 30 years after Ms Foster up there--American and British queers, both men and women, were using signet pinky rings specifically to signal queerness to each other.

"For gay men in the 1950’s and 60’s, a way of signaling to others was through the wearing of a signet ring on the pinkie finger."

"During the 1950’s and 60’s signet rings were worn to signify membership of the gay community; both lesbians and homosexual men wore such rings."

The pinky rings @indigovigilance points out Maggie wears may mean she's an angel; they also match her midcentury lesbian style. Devious of the costumers to give her pinky rings on both hands rather than commit to one or the other.

Screenshot by @indigovigilance

To review, there are three reasons a person in Anglo-American culture might wear a pinky ring:

They just feel like it--This can be any kind of ring and can be worn on either hand or both

Professional affiliation--This is a signet ring worn on the left pinky finger

To signal queerness--This is a signet ring and can be worn on either pinky finger

Aziraphale has worn a signet ring on his RIGHT pinky finger at least since he repaired the Eastern "Gate" in the Wall of Eden, so I'm not suggesting that he adopted the 20th-century pinky signet trend to signal his queerness (although as a clockably 'gay' 'man,' Soho fixture, and member of the Hundred Guineas Club, he may well have started it). What I am suggesting is that Aziraphale has been given a ring by Heaven that Heaven intends him to use to show his professional affiliation, but as with the flaming sword he gives away, Aziraphale doesn't use the ring for its intended purpose. By wearing the ring on his right hand, Aziraphale removes the option of interpreting it as a symbol of his professional affiliation with Heaven and renders it strictly a personal ornament. He subverts a symbol of Heavenly menace into an object of beauty and queerness.

I mean queerness in both senses. If a human takes any symbolic notice of his ring, they'll note the signet is on his right hand and conclude Aziraphale is gay. If another angel takes any notice of it, they'll conclude Aziraphale is a bit odd--that he doesn't pay attention to the finer points of how to fit in with the archangels, doesn't do things like other angels do.

In conclusion, pinky signet rings as a queer signal are just the fucking coolest and I vote we bring them back immediately.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziraphale's ring #good omens lgbtq #pinky rings lgbtq #pinky rings as queer flagging #good omens angel rings #saraqael #michael #uriel #sandalphon

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neet-elite · 3 months

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Sneakily slipping in here to ask for a small shot of Sebastian fucking the farmer stupid in the saloon after she had teased him all night? :)

Looooveeeeeeeeee.

Hii! Thank you for your patience in me getting to this, I've been really sick as of late but I finally feel like I'm on the mend!! And what better way to celebrate than to write some seb smut :D?? and im ALWAYS down for saloon situations... my very first fic ever was sam and the saloon!

MDNI ♡ Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, name calling, degradation, cunnilingus, cum eating, creampie, drunk sex WC: 1724

The dingy light fixture swinging above the stall does very little to hide your body from his lecherous leering, his large hands grabbing at your hips and proving to be inescapable with how bruising his fingers push into the plush of your waist. Sweat trickles down his face, head hanging low over your back for drool to spill onto like some kind of dog. He feels unnaturally hot, and he's not sure how much of that is caused by the alcohol he's already consumed tonight, or because your tight little cunt knocks the wind outta him with every shove of his fat cock inside; a loud suck sounding in the one stall bathroom for anyone to hear, but he can't find it within him to care when you feel that good wrapped around him. Got his cock in a vice grip, his head all dizzy and vision fuzzy as he tries to focus on the way your ass shakes with every thrust, but he can't stop throwing it back in sheer perverted pleasure of fucking you in the saloon bathroom like this.

"Quit runnin' away." He pouts against your shoulder blade, leaning over in an attempt to whisper seductively down your ear, but his frantic humps make it difficult for him to balance and his voice wavers with huffs over how tightly your cunt squeezes him, coaxing precum out to stain your already sloppy insides. "Need ya on my cock-" he heaves, slurring his words in-between gasps and moans, digging his nails into your waist to pull you back down on his cock just as much as he fucks you forward, bullying his fat cock as deep as he can inside to hit all your right spots. Because it's true, he needs you to remain on his cock, desperate for the warm and wet feeling suffocating him like water. Addicted to how soft and slippery your hole is.

And he's almost certain that if anyone happened to need the bathroom and simply stood outside they'd be able to hear your whined moans, the high pitched sobs for more as his balls slap against your pretty cunt, a wet sound ringing in his ears nicely. You're so soaked, dripping down your thighs; though he's not sure how much of it is your slick versus his copious amounts of precum, but it doesn't matter when the glide in and out of your perfect hole convinces him to keep going, make you cry louder so the imaginary patron outside the bathroom can enjoy the show you're giving him in private too. He always gets so horny when he's drunk, you knew what you were getting into before the night began; he's only giving you exactly want you wanted.

A nice hard cock buried balls deep in your angel cunt, his hand begrudgingly rising off your hip in favour of clamping your mouth shut to stifle your lewd sounds, wincing into the feeling of your insides squeezing around him a bit tighter, making it more difficult for him to fuck his cock into, but it feels so unfairly good. "Shut up—" he whisper shouts at you, unable to take his eyes off where his cock disappears into you, bouncing your ass off of him so eagerly that his grip on you almost slips completely. "Y'don't want anyone t'hear how slutty you're bein', right?" He smiles, knowing just how much you like to be reminded of how dirty you are, but the smirk is quickly wiped off his face when you take to moving back against him off your own free will, fucking him stupid with how easily you glide on his cock, showcasing how desperate you are for him in such a simple action.

He leans back then and holds onto your hips once again, taking in the sight before him as you slam back against his pelvis, smacking and quickly spreading one of your cheeks open so he has a better view of how tight your pretty cunt wraps around his cock; and how he pulses so hard for you, his breath coming out in short sighs, deep inhales. His eyes roll back in his head when you whine his name, a deep intrinsic need to publicly claim you settling thick in the pit of his stomach. Wants everyone to know that this perfect pussy is his, and that it's him that's making you scream in the saloon bathroom right now. And it only turns him on further to think about everyone in the saloon listening to you right now, whispering amongst themselves about how much of a slut you must be to take dick so well in public like this, right? God, you're such a good fuck. It's only natural that he wants to take you wherever you stand, regardless of the time or place. That's how whipped he is for you and your cunt, willing to get caught balls deep in you just to feel your insides squirm and convulse around him, his finger dipping under to tease your puffy clit out of impulse.

"C'mon, baby," he half laughs, voice caught in his throat when he notices the wobble in your legs, sure that it's not borne from alcohol, but rather his greedy cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, drooling precum all over your insides to make the fuck sloppier. "Want ya t'cum on my cock, kay?" he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut at the verbal reminder that your cunt sucks him off so well, makes him forget about anything else when your hole is this messy too, leaking all prettily over him- fuck, he's so in love. "Do it fr'me." he begs, tone deep and desperate with how close he is himself, but despite the alcohol coursing through his veins he at least has the decency to see to you too.

It's not out of kindness, because you certainly don't deserve it tonight. After teasing him all night in front of everyone, sitting all cute and proper in his lap like you weren't shifting your weight around in an effort to make him hard at the bar, stroking your nails up and down his exposed arms to make him shiver into your touch, and whispering dirty things down his ear when everyone else was distracted; no. He's not making you cum because he's kind, or because you did anything to deserve it, quite the opposite actually.

The finger pressed against your clit circles eagerly, a sloppy mess due to how coated in slick you are, but he offers you as much precision as he can as he continues to hump his fully sheathed cock into you—an effort to hold back his own approaching orgasm and to rock his tip against your deepest parts, promising to unravel you—because he's selfish. Wants only for you to cream his cock because he likes it, feels so unfairly good that he can't pass the opportunity up, and he secretly loves that in spite of tugging you into the bathroom with the intent of punishing you, here you have him gasping for air while your little hole vows to suck him dry; because he loves making you cum that much. Pussy drunk behind you, making sure you're fucked sufficiently dumb before he focuses more on pressing harshly on your clit than fucking you up his cock. You're too pretty all stupid on his cock, and he knows the second he sees your ruined face that it'll be over for him, so he does his best to fight his alcohol addled mind to focus.

"C'mon, you're so close I can feel ya tightenin' up." he encourages you, flicking at your clit only a few more times before you're sucking him in even further if it were at all possible, gasping his name all pretty while cumming. It's no surprise then that his hips automatically roll into you again, snapping brutally up into your tight hole to fuck you through your orgasm properly, both hands rough on your hips to fuck you back down so you can feel every fat inch of his cock riding you. "That's it, fuck, feel s'fuckin' good baby-" he lets out a little haah following, like he's annoyed at how good you feel, upset that he's so close to cumming himself because that means this'll all be over soon.

But he can't stop his hips from moving when you turn back to face him, awkwardly turning as much as you can from your doggy position, and he was right. The tear stains your cheeks adorn go right through him, straight down to his perverted cock as he spills inside your warm cunt, your slick gushing out with each greedy hump into you as he fucks his load right up to your cervix, a fitting punishment for all your teasing? Certainly not. But he can't do anything about it now even as your cute whiny voice begs for him to slow down, and he's panting: "Can't, fuck- Promise m'trying-" all pathetic and needy like, unable to quit thrusting into you in an inherent effort to prolong his orgasm for as long as possible, to sit in the afterglow of your supposed punishment before clarity strikes him.

And as it does, he realises maybe that he can still punish you tonight. The overstimulation he's fucked you into clear from how you remain bent over the toilet, your knees wobbling together as you struggle to regain your composure after he's emptied his balls into you. Part of it is probably from being intoxicated, he knows that. Dizzy with drugs and desire. And yet still, absentmindedly, his fingers stretch your lips open for him to see his seed leak out of you, and he gets an idea.

"Not enough." He catches his breath, kneeling behind you to let his tongue poke out against your messy little cunt, pointed directly against your hole. Slurps soon fill the tiny stall to match your pained moans, the fist in his hair both tugging him closer and attempting to pull him away; this is your punishment. Tongue all up your hole and thighs coated in saliva as he eats you out, lapping at your abused clit to his hearts content until he decides otherwise.

Maybe then he'll take you home to punish you some more, or maybe that's just the alcohol talking.

#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv sebastian smut #❤️‍🔥request #thank you for your patience for real <3 #im feeling a bit better!

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aziraphales-library · 13 days

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Hello dear mods!! This is kind of a random, oddly specific ask but do you have any fics where one of our lovely Ineffable Husbands uses really cheesy pickup lines?

I’m a sucker for cheesy pickup lines, and I’ve come across one or two in the wilds of ao3 and they were hilarious and adorable.

Human au/other aus or just regular Angel and Demon are perfectly fine!! Thank you!! <3

Hey! Here are some fics with pick up lines for you...

If I told you you had a nice body, would you hold it against me? by involuntaryorange (T)

After several months of mounting frustration, Crowley turns to the internet. Humans seem to have figured out relationships, he reasons; or, at least, they’ve figured out how to get into them, and that’s the part he needs help with. An hour of googling and two rather nice bottles of pinot noir later, he has a plan. a.k.a. the one where Crowley decides to try out some pick-up lines.

Did it hurt? by madlysanecatlady (T)

An exercise in shitty pickup lines.

do him! by orphan_account (T)

Crowley is an astronomer who does a side gig as a stand-up comedian on Fridays. One Friday he sets out to introduce a new segment to his routine, a bit where he makes fun of the audience's expense. Though when he's asked to make fun of a gorgeous man, he says something brash and regrets it, and then later goes to introduce himself and apologize to the kind man. - “Hello there!” Crowley said, chastising himself for being too loud when the man jumped. “Oh, hello. Er, may I help you?” The man said. “Uh, yeah. I’m Crowley.” He said, reaching his hand out to shake. “Aziraphale,” the man said, taking it. “I just wanted to apologize for making that joke, it was wrong of me to cross a boundary like that. I was simply caught in the moment and I thought you looked pretty. I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable that you had to run out.” Crowley said.

Wingman by writeonclara (T)

“Do you understand what will happen to you if you don’t smash your demon buddy? And since you’re”—Gabriel paused to search for the proper adjective to encompass all of Aziraphale’s Aziraphaleness, then settled on—“you, God commanded me to help you. And buddy, you need all the help you can get.” Or: Gabriel’s assigned to be wingman for Aziraphale to keep him from Falling. He’s about as good at it as you’d imagine.

The Pumpkin Patch by AppleSeeds (T)

Aziraphale visits a pumpkin patch and meets Crowley, a farmer with a fondness for cheesy seasonal pick-up lines. After a while, he starts to get the impression that Crowley might actually be flirting with him, and tries to work up the courage to reciprocate.

The Steps to Courting an Angel by ReginaPapilio (G)

Crowley entrusts his love life to a "Love Guide" upon finding it in Aziraphale's bookshop. Now he just needs to follow it until the angel is finally his, but things don't go his way that easily.

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (E)

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval. "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening." AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #flirting #pick up lines #getting together #mod d #humour

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steventhusiast · 11 days

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Take your pick:

+ Heist AU

+ Fantasy AU

+ Soulmates AU

Look, I really like AUs.

Thank you if you do one!! ❤️❤️

hi! i'll dooooo soulmates au :D take this rambly lil mess. also sorry this took so long, i forgot about the prompts in my inbox oops

The scariest thing about finding your soulmate is the possibility of being wrong. Or, it's been the scariest thing for Eddie, anyway.

For some people, it's easy; Gareth's soulmark is on his forearm, so it's visible all the time, and it's also so unique and specific- Eddie's certainly never seen anyone else with something as specific as a lobster holding a scythe for a soulmark. Maybe Gareth's soulmate is super into fishing and also is a goth? Or a farmer? He hasn't met them yet, but when he does! He'll at least know for sure that they're his soulmate.

But for Eddie? He has a simple cartoon-ish sunshine on his upper abdomen within a larger circle. So he's always wondered, how will he know? For certain, he means. Surely anyone can be associated with sunshine.

Then he meets Steve. Sunshine personified.

And he spends the first few months of knowing him uncertain. They have chemistry, sure, and Steve is... bright. Like, lights up a room as soon as he enters, perfect smile, eyes sparkling no matter how he's feeling, can cheer anyone up with a little shoulder nudge and a soft 'you okay?' kind of bright.

Eddie just can't be wrong about this. Because his parents were wrong, and look where they ended up. Unhappy, unloved, and dead. (Maybe not directly, but still). They weren't right for each other and they realised too late that the angel wings on his dad's shoulder weren't for his mom, and the devil horns on his mom's shoulder weren't for his dad. But by then Eddie had already been born, so they stayed together, and everyone suffered for it.

He can't go through that. Not again. Not first-hand.

Even when he and Steve first start dating, Eddie finds himself holding back. It's like his heart is inside a safe with a padlock keeping it shut, and that safe is in a locked cage, and that locked cage is hidden at the back of his ribcage.

Obviously, because Steve is so lovely and the embodiment of light, he manages to find it. He gets past each layer of Eddie's defences until his heart is there on a platter for him, vulnerable and beating oh-so-fast.

But it's slow going.

When Steve reveals the soulmark on his upper abdomen, a simple crescent moon with a slightly larger icosagon behind it, it chips away at Eddie's defences a little. But only a little, because his parents thought their marks matched too.

When Eddie can't stop smiling around Steve, and finds himself gushing about him to his friends, they're chipped away at a little more. Little moments like that do most of the work.

But the final, final thing that unlocks that safe protecting his heart, is accepting that uncertainty. Maybe Eddie will never truly find out.

They're not his parents, though. They talk to each other when things are wrong, and neither of them leave unannounced for days at a time, and neither of them are addicted to hard drugs, and they're actually happy with each other. Like, truly happy in a way Wayne promises Eddie's parents never were.

Maybe Steve's not the universe-approved sunshine to Eddie's moonlight. But he's okay with that.

He'll love him anyway. Because when has Eddie Munson ever been about conforming to societal norms?

Got a prompt? Send it to me

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #eddie munson #steve harrington #i haven't written properly in ages #this is soo rambly #stranger things #mywriting #ask #anonymous

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

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cuppanova · 3 months

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Since I’ve gotten some interested people rn, here are some guidelines for making a VV oc:

Angel wings and hair are largely light colors or pastels, with both being the same color a slight hue or shade off from one another. Eyes are a free for all

Only Cassie has four wings and wing ears since he’s archangel, all other angels have two

Demons are more vibrant and darker with their hair and wing colors but they operate on the same principle. Skin tones aren’t always purples/blues/greens, they can also be the skin tones angels have (angels may also have nonhuman skin tones but im currently working on it)

For some lore stuff, angels view Halotec highly and it’s very uncommon to see dissent- it helps that all workers are treated fairly well. Same thing with demons and the royal family. Being against their respective things will have you pretty much judged, if not casted out.

Magic is basically the kind of fantasy magic you think of, same with sci fi tech. Steampunk for the surface dwellers exist in a small modicum and it’s more the technology than the apparel

If you make a surface dweller, theyre most likely to be living on their own or in a small village, and have a lifestyle similar to a farmer/hunter gatherer/scavenger of old war ruins. That or theyre with Amos

I’d currently advise against making rogue demon ocs because the lore might make it hard for them to have a story at all after they break into the Havens. The angels are very good at capturing them and Lilac may be the only exception, it’s still a wip so it’s better left untouched for now

I’d also say that for hybrids of angels and demons? Simply because while theyre pretty certain to exist, I’m currently questioning if there’s anything different about them so for now no hybrid ocs

I might add more later! Hope these help, ty for being interested :D

#verse versa #nova says

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dennydraws · 8 months

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One more...! Tonight seems to be catch up on sketches and WIPs :D;; Claude gets so much happier when you date him... what a bean. Aryllin should probably have her gloves but shh I love glowy nails!

#Sun Haven #Claude #and my angel farmer :D #My Art #Maybe I'll finish more sketches tonight?#I did warn for big SunHaven art dump :D;;;

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alrightbuckaroo · 5 months

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Hello 💗 Making a request for song number 3 or 51 for the Spotify drabbles 💗

Hi D! I'm going to go with 3, which is Stormy by Classics IV, because 51 is Romantic Homicide by d4vd and that's too sad a prompt, even for me! That said, Stormy is still quite sad in it's own way but I'm still gonna find a way to pull joy from it.

Austin, Texas is a placed that's been robbed of color.

That's what TK tells Carlos during due process. His lip is busted, he's fighting off a headache and his pride is still licking the wounds that Alex has left him with.

"Ever since I got here, I just feel gray." TK mutters out with a tired voice that's used to not being heard. Carlos' eyes soften, warm brown eyes displaying a poignant flare of sympathy.

As TK stands, knowing he's free to go, Carlos makes a playful remark to which TK feigns offense to. As he walks out the door, the flashing blue lights of cop cars the pass by seem more vibrant than they did before.

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TK's doing something he's never done before - he's taking his time to fall in love. He's waiting to fall as not to hurt himself, as to not knock himself against the branches of reality on the way down.

He thinks it's different, but he's finding that he really likes it. He's opening his heart to a man who never plans to let it close.

Things are still a little grey, but then he'll look into Carlos' warm brown eyes and remember that there are sprinkles of hues if you just know where to look.

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TK's hopelessly in love and he never wants to climb out.

He never wants to be cursed with that immersive shade of grey that shrouded everything when he first got to Texas.

He's hand in hand with Carlos at the farmer's market and shades of red, orange, and yellow have never looked so beautiful.

Everything's vibrant, sparkling as if it's the debut of a color TK's never seen before. Pale grey doesn't cast over everything the way it used to and TK's afraid to close his eyes at the risk of never seeing the world's colors this way ever again.

TK wakes up to a bed half full. He hasn't seen Carlos in weeks and he can't remember what the shade of blue truly looks like. He's been through a break-up before but this. This is different.

Outside is a pale grey sky that's all but ready to consume him. He tries to blame it on the winter forecast.

TK’s pulled from the brink of the death and the first thing he sees standing above him is Carlos.

At first, he’s not sure if he’s truly alive or dead because he’s always thought Carlos looks like an angel.

He breathlessly mutters a, “Hey, baby,” and he’s swathed in the warm that you can only feel in the arms of the one you love. TK grabs onto Carlos’ sweater and pulls him in even closer.

TK thinks he’s never seen the color green look so beautiful before.

This morning, TK woke up in their apartment. He woke up and gazed upon the man he knows he'll always be able to call home.

Outside, it's forecast and the weatherman predicts there will be a light drizzle. Grey storm clouds are scattered across the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

TK doesn't mind, however, because when Carlos opens his eyes and grins at him, TK swears he can see the sunshine in his smile.

TK proposes to Carlos in the middle of the night. Moonlight splashes across the dark room, basking it in a brilliant white light. 3:18 in red numbers that seem especially lively display on the digital clock.

Carlos says yes and TK's certain he's never going to experience that pungent shade of grey ever again.

Gwyn's favorite song was Being Alive, a song in which the speaker asks for somebody to crowd him with love. For somebody to give him support.

At his wedding, Tommy, someone who's given him unending support, sings his mother's favorite song and it's almost as if he's stumbled upon the meaning. He looks around him and finds himself crowded with love.

He looks around him and his eyes are drawn to the array of colors surrounding him. Marjan's pink garb, Nancy's maroon colored dress, the gold of his wedding band and the white roses that he can't get enough of.

Austin, Texas was a placed that was robbed of color.

Now, TK feels like he's swimming in it.

send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped - you can read the other prompt fills here

#is this how i soft launch that i started working on an au born out of this song in which tk is tk but carlos is a diner owner?#anyways i hope you liked it <3 i've been wanting to talk about tk swimming in color for a while so glad i got to do it #series: love is the song you can't stop singing #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fic #my writing

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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Another spoiler…I just wanted to point this out becaaaaause….there is actually a coded message regarding the events that will unfold in heelels chapter. Soo…. Initially I was just going to see if y’all would remember as you read the next chapter but figured that not a whole lot might remember the exact verbiage….unless it was pointed out 😏 sooooo….Highlighted in red….

"To all you mortals, demons, angels, and Gods,

Disburse yourselves, gather in numbers, no matter even or odd.

Cast your armies of Heaven’s Guardians, led by the great captain, the archangel Michael.

Or unleash the demons of Hell, that stem the darkest souls, through scripture and tale.

One chance is all I’ll permit, go forth and bear your arms.

Gather every weapon imaginable, your spells, chants, and spiritual charms.

Take every man, woman, and child, and teach them to kill,

Exhaust all matters you can, in keeping me chained, bloodied and still.

To all you weak mortals, bloodthirsty demons, sinful angels, and ignorant Gods,

Do what you need to, as I will stand and give applause.

Let it be known, since the creation of Heaven and Hell, the birth of the Earth, Moon, and Sun,

That I have remained, and will stand victorious, no matter if you fight, defend, hide, or run.

Make every attempt you must, and cover every inch of land and water,

There’s nowhere for you to go, when I am in the mood to slaughter.

I am the fire that burns within your veins,

I am the raging beast that you cannot tame.

I am the shadow that casts the darkness in your blood,

I am the pain and pleasure in both, hatred, and love.

I am the ruthless killer, a disease that infects your soul,

I am the kind archangel, that heals your wounds, sealing every hole.

Take your knee, and bend your bows,

God will not save you, no matter how much you vow.

Look away from my eyes, you filthy whores, and farmers of pity,

Only she who removes my mask, will be eternally worthy.

Now rattle yourselves in fear and equip yourself with prayers, as I The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of Darkness, The First and God’s Most Favored Archangel, and Master of Hell.

Will split my crown, and birth the Goddess of Sacred Sin, the Queen of Acedia,

Eternally my muse, my beautiful desire, and everlasting mania."

C H A P T E R 9 I N E

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khapaleaf · 1 year

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A compilation of puzzle solutions for the Relics of the Lost Age series

Relics of the Lost Age

Chapter 1 — The Oracle of God

1. The very first puzzle

First seal: South then North

Second seal: East then West

Third seal: West then South

Fourth seal: West then East

Chapter 2 — Shambala

N/A

Chapter 3 — Devil Music

1. The Objection! achievement

What did you learn at the museum that contradicts the theory making Elliot out as the robber?

It was something related to the Satanic imagery in the gallery --> a. it was the written message “Hail Satan”

What did you learn at the precinct that contradicts this evidence?

It was something we saw at the precinct. --> b. it was the register of detainees on the front desk

2. Strange box puzzle

Open the drawer depicting the man with his finger to his lips.

Chapter 4 — The River

N/A

Chapter 5 — The Eye of Kali

1. The clock puzzle

7 : 44

Chapter 6 — Hong Kong Crazy

N/A

Chapter 7 — Endgame

1. The relics puzzle

First podium: King Manuel’s amulet from the Congo

Second podium: The Stone of Shambala from Tibet

Third podium: The Eye of Kali from London

Fourth podium: The dragon figurine from Hong Kong

Fifth podium: The high priest’s breastplate from Palestine

Sixth podium: Chantelle LaValle’s amulet from New Orleans

2. The tree puzzle

Acorn / patch of earth / sun / raindrop

Relics 2: The Crusader’s Tomb

Chapter 1 — The Quest

N/A

Chapter 2 — A Canterbury Tale

1. The organ puzzle

D - E - A - F

C - A - G - E - D

D - E - C - A - D - E

D - E - F - A - C - E - D

Chapter 3 — City of Light

1. The map puzzle

Direction from Paris: Southeast

Associated saint: St. Mark

Associated animal: Lion

Chapter 4 — La Serenissima

1. The tome puzzle

The Life of St. Esther of Bingen: the saint’s name

The Life of St. Benedict: the saint’s revival of the dead child

The Life of St. Scholastica: the saint’s relation to Benedict

The Life of St. Jerome: the story about the tame lion

The Life of St. Matthias of Westphalia: the death of the lion

Note: the sequence of Benedict / Scholastica / Esther / Jerome / Matthias also grants the achievement for solving the puzzle.

Chapter 5 — Pilgrims in an Unholy Land

1. The coat of arms

Deer / stag

A lion

Chapter 6 — Blood of Dracul

1. The altar puzzle

The tree / the scorpion / the boat / the peacock

Chapter 7 — The World’s Desire

1. The chalice puzzle

Turn the third cylinder left.

Turn the middle cylinder left.

Turn the first cylinder left.

Turn the middle cylinder left.

Turn the third cylinder left.

Turn the middle cylinder right.

Note: a shorter solution should also be possible, but I lost it.

2. The column puzzle

4th column and 7th column

Chapter 8 — Endgame

1. Geometric shape puzzle

Circle / triangle / square / pentagon / cross

Relics 3: Ashes for Gold

Chapter 1 — Showdown at Rattlesnake Gulch

1. Geometric shape puzzle

Single line / two parallel lines / the triangle / the upper-case M / the pentagram

Chapter 2 — The Temple of the Sands

1. Safe combination

Find the concealed note in Baillard’s office (“Behind the Sphinx. The answer is in the Good Book.”). Return to the guest bedroom and consult the bible to find the safe combination (Mark 10:43).

2. First temple puzzle

Press Jamanu, meaning “Amun”.

Press hotep, meaning “satisfied”.

Press the empty cartouche name-ring.

3. Second temple puzzle

Khonsu symbols: moon, crook and bandage.

Mut symbols: mother, water and crown.

Amun symbols: farmer, ram-headed sphinx and two vertical plumes.

Chapter 3 — The Doctor’s Demons

1. The alchemy puzzle

The scythe-bearing angel: an offering of earth.

The torch-bearing angel: an offering of fire.

The trident-bearing angel: an offering of water.

The trumpet-bearing angel: an offering of air.

Note: follow the given order otherwise it will become bugged (on dash, at least)

2. The code puzzle

Fill in a letter for the symbol ' = T

Fill in a letter for the symbol < = H

Fill in a letter for the symbol - = R

Fill in a letter for the symbol > = O

Fill in a letter for the symbol ~ = D

Fill in a letter for the symbol : = C

Fill in a letter for the symbol " = F

3. The identity of the traitor

Solution 1

What was the key piece of information about?

It was about me.

And what was it that Becker said about you that gives Winter’s identity away?

That your cover story involved working for the Smithsonian.

Solution 2

Winter’s gender: uses traditionally male pronouns

Winter’s title and position at the university: is an academic with the rank of full professor

Winter’s employment at Magdalen: has been involved with the college for a long time

Chapter 4 — Dead Man’s Chest

1. The museum puzzle

The three ships that called into Barros’s harbor (The Jocasta out of New Orleans, a French ship carrying sugar and tobacco, and an English ship bound for Portsmouth).

2. The ship voyage puzzle

1. New Orleans, Louisiana / St. John’s, Antigua / Bridgetown, Barbados

2. Veracruz, Mexico / Saint Augustine, Florida / Cartagena, Colombia / Le Havre, France.

3. Havana, Cuba / Santo Domingo, Hispaniola / Portsmouth, England

3. The bomb puzzle

The yellow wire / the blue wire / the green wire / the indigo wire / the red wire

Chapter 5 — Path of the Condor

1. The three worlds puzzle

Set the first lever to the down position.

Set the second lever to the up position.

Set the fourth lever to the down position.

2. The Inca society puzzle

The tile showing the woman with the stretched earlobes: in the second slot down.

The tile showing the man planting maize: in the bottom slot.

The tile showing the man with the silver shoes and headdress: in the top slot.

The tile showing the man holding the knotted cords: in the third slot down.

Chapter 6 — The Sapporo Archive

N/A

Chapter 7 — Endgame

N/A

#relics of the lost age #sometimes you want to rush through the puzzles #while also being able to see the achievements pop up in the corner #i guess not all of these are actual puzzles #and not all of these grant achievements #but eh #the formatting is awful #it is so ugly #f this honestly #i don't know what else to do about it #but it is nice to keep these all in one place #for archiving purposes #otherwise i'll keep losing my notes

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And when Barbatos does get his full power back? I can only imagine he continues to be a butler (at least part-time!) bc he actually kinda enjoys it. Something about the idea of “Deities Serving Their People Helps Grow Their Power And Secure Their Immortality” is a cool idea to me.

Fixing up the town does raise the question, why don’t the royals just pay for it? But I think it’s simply the matter of “Dad doesn’t like my idea and won’t financially support me or my friends, so I’m on my own money-wise”? Which I’m sure Dia is okay with that because it just means it’s going to bring people together to work towards a common goal!

Levi confirmed hardest marriage candidate lol! I know in some farm sims there are second towns, or import shops. And you know how in stardew, part of the bedroom changes to accommodate for the spouse’s interests? Maybe a special marriage requirement for Levi is Internet Connection. Which in real life, it’s difficult to get any signal out in rural areas. If I were forced to live in a rural area, I’d probably marry the person with the strongest wifi too skdjfnjinvsd /hj

Maybe to accommodate for lack of gifts, you could also ask your chosen bachelor/ette to hang out, or you could go on certain quests for them? Many Farm Sims, in my experience, don’t explore other love languages beyond Gift Giving, and I don’t think I’ve seen a mechanic like “Quality Time” outside of cutscenes. They could be like multiple-choice events. It could help with characters like Levi and Satan, who you could take to the “local pub/community hall’s arcade corner” or “the huge library in the next town over”. As for quests, one example comes to mind like, Belphie wants sushi for dinner, but this farming town doesn’t have anything fancy like that, so you have to create three or five different sushi dishes, three of each, for the whole family. Everyone gets two hearts, but Belphie will get like five hearts or smth like that. OR! Not just building a library/museum for the town but also filling it up with books and mining artifacts, and it keeps building on Satan’s hearts! Or doing favours for the Little D’s so they can magically fix up the arcade corner of the pub/community hall. Just to toss out a few examples!

I like feathers! Or maybe the token can be something personalized that you can’t just buy or craft normally? Or MAYBE the marriage token could be like… A magic golden apple? In the OG game there’s a significance behind apples, especially between Diavolo and Lucifer (spoilers I won’t get into for everyone’s sakes)! A magic golden apple could be small enough to make into a necklace pendant, and will never rot (probably inedible anyway lol). It could be anything really.

Also I don’t see any issue with keeping the demon/angel elements. They could still be mixed into the game. I can see pacts turning into benefits, like a pact with Asmo can help you charm animals or collect hearts faster, or a pact with Mammon can bring more wealth for your crops! Maybe a full 10-heart friendship with Luke could give you the ability to heal your animals of illness! Though things like that could be less magical if most characters were human, which I also don’t see a problem with. Like maybe a Max Friendship with Satan could unlock a Barn Cat minigame where you can catch rodents and stave off the need to repair animal stables, or Max Friendship with Levi makes the fishing minigame ten-times easier, or unlocks a Charmed Golden Fishrod.

I have no experience in game development, but I would definitely make a fangame free for everyone to play if I could! I might just draw some concepts for funsies tho!

Okay, I love all of this!

Barbatos getting more powerful just by helping his people out? Yes forever.

And I think the family disapproval thing is a theme in some of the games, too. Like in Trio of Towns, the MC has to prove to their dad that they can even be a farmer to begin with and they have to do all these stupid checklists for him. So I could easily see it being like Dia's dad doesn't approve, so you're on your own, but together we can prove that it's doable!

Okay I love all the ideas you have about marriage candidates and gifts and such. Because I personally have never played a game where the only way to get them to love you was gift giving and festival participation. And the emphasis has always been most on gift giving. I love the idea of there being like specific quests or other such things that somehow incorporate the person's interests. Someone get Levi that internet connection!

Oh I like the apple! It really could be so many different things lol!

And yeah I was initially thinking the pacts in place of the marriage token, but I much prefer that like once you get to full hearts, you can make a pact with the demons. And then for all the characters, these different things give you different perks! I loooove that!

I also have zero game development experience, all of my knowledge comes only from playing games lol! I'd love to see any drawings you do, though!

#you have so many excellent ideas!#obey me #dread-bard #misc answers

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