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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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(belatedly) for my 50 follower celebration! @wannab-urs asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

pairing: max phillips x fem!vampire!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit

content tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia if you squint, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

notes: a good ol' hj. this is super belated but life got a little bit better again today so it's time to celebrate. tagging people who expressed interest in this concept at the bottom, mwah <3

He’s got a scar on his left shoulder where you marked him the first time. It seems like so long ago when you’d first taken him into your arms and shown him a new life. A new way to live with the gift he’d been given. Now he has dozens of other scars just like it, bigger or smaller in different places. Still, that one remains your favourite.

When Max wakes, his wrists are already bound together against the winding filigree of the headboard. You considered a hog tie, deciding against it when you got out the rope. For this, you want to see him. All of him.

He wriggles slightly as he comes to, returning from whatever the undead take for sleep. His kind are different from yours. It is what drew you to him in the first place. The great American vampire—you’d never seen one up close. His blood smelled so rich when you first met. You made it your mission for Max Phillips to be yours…and now, he is.

“What’s all this?” he asks, shifting his legs around. They move beneath the covers, rumpling the sheets.

“A project,” you say, sitting by his feet. If your heart could beat, it would be pounding in your chest. The anticipation is everything—this little cat and mouse ordeal being the delicious tip of the iceberg.

“A project?”

“More like a test. Been a while since you’ve had one of those, huh, Maxxie?” you ask.

Max enjoys taking. Pleasure is in the take, of keeping something. This suits you well enough most days; he’s well-behaved and generous. Pleasure is the foreground, but you both know who’s in control behind the scenes.

Some days, though, you aren’t satisfied in being the woman behind the curtain. Some days, you like for Max to give you a little show. Giving for him means giving it all. Today is one of those days.

“Honey,” he says, smugness wiped from his tone. “You know I’m no good at tests.”

“You’re wrong,” you return. “You are going to do just fine.” Max’s brow furrows when you press his nose like a button, grinning down at his body. “I’m going to make you feel good. But you aren’t allowed to finish. Not ‘til I tell you to. Simple, easy. You can do that, Max. Right?”

He wriggles on the bed a bit more, trying to keep his movements controlled and hidden from you. The thought must stir something in his stomach, a whispered yes falling from his lips. You get on the bed properly now, one knee on either side of his legs. Running your hands over the exposed skin of his thighs makes Max shudder. All the silvery marks and mottled skin beneath your hands makes you wet, getting to feel what you’ve done to him.

When you move your hands closer to the hardness in his briefs, Max freezes. He lets you work the piece of clothing from him as he watches. Discarding the underwear on the floor, you focus your attention back on him. The head of his cock is the slightest bit red, the blood he’s consumed flushing his skin.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts,” you say.

“It does,” Max nods. His words elicit no reaction from you, watching him from your seat over his knees. He corrects himself, “It does, Mommy. Sorry.”

You take him into your hand then, the skin of his cock warm against your palm. Another neat trick of the American vampire: warm-blooded. Your skin must feel ice cold against him, but you think he likes that. Max cants his hips up the slightest bit. He’s hoping you won’t notice. Unfortunately for him, you do.

Pulling your hand away, Max groans at the loss of touch. His cock stands at attention, waiting for anything you’re willing to give him. With an open palm, you slap it length-wise. Max draws in a sudden breath, hips jumping.

“Mommy, please. I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you say with the shake of your head. “Every time you misbehave is just extra time you have to wait. So…one.”

“Mommy—” Max begins.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself, Maxxie.”

You go back to stroking him with light hand movements, watching Max bite his tongue. You pinch the skin at his shoulder and watch his arm jerk away. It makes you laugh.

“You don’t like a little bit of pain?” you ask.

“No,” he says.

Your palm is slick with his precum, lubricating every slide of your hand. Picking up the pace a little bit makes Max part his lips in a moan. When his eyelids flutter, you scrape the nails of your other hand against the skin of his thigh. His breath catches in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“You know what? You’re a terrible liar,” you say.

“I’m not lying, Mommy. I promise,” Max says. Your hand is still on him. His eyes are glued to your face when they open again, resisting the urge to look down at where you two touch.

“Yeah, you are,” you singsong.

You scratch at his thigh again, feeling the skin break. There’s something about digging your nails in and feeling blood and tissue underneath that just does it for you. You rub the pads of your fingers into the scratch, coaxing blood from the wound. Smeared red, you bring those fingers to your lips to savour.

“Fuck.”

“A bad word? That’s two.” Max throws his head back against the metal of the headboard with a light thunk. “You like it. I can taste it,” you say. “Like it when I hurt you a little, huh?”

“Mommy,” Max pants.

“Baby, it’s okay. No shame in that.” Moving closer to his ear, you hum. “It’s alright being mommy’s little pain slut.”

The words elicit begging from the man beneath you, a desperate string of pleasepleaseplease filling the air. You know he’s close. It doesn’t mean much to you.

“No baby.” You slow your hand down, pumping his cock languidly as it leaks across your fingers. “We’re not done yet.” Getting a grip at the base of his length, you squeeze him. He sighs hard through his nose as the building fire in his gut dulls to an ebb.

“This isn’t fair,” Max complains.

“Mmhm,” you purr, cheek to cheek now. “You think that bad boys get fair?” Nuzzling into the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says.

“I don’t believe you.” So close to his body, your mouth waters at the smell of him. You lick at Max’s jaw, trailing your tongue along the column of his throat before reaching his shoulder. “You want to be a good boy? Let me take a bite.”

“Mommy—”

“Maxxie.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, giving you permission. First you mouth at the skin, feeling it against your lips. Reveling in his heat. You resume the pace of your hand jerking him off, the hard lines of his shoulders relaxing. Max’s cock is wet and sloppy between the two of you, bright red and probably aching. Just how you want him.

The bite you take is small, flesh spongy between your sharp teeth. It’s soft in your mouth, sliding between your tongue and palate when it goes down easy. Max bleeds, a dribble spilling into a small stream across his chest and down his arm. You lick at the crimson, letting it pool in your mouth as you perch your lips over the wound.

His blood slides to the bed, soaking white sheets a dark red. In another life, it would be a bottle of Zinfandel carelessly spilled—a waste of the best wine in the world. In this life, Max is the only vice you need. His flavour, the flow, that potency. The taste of Max Phillips on your tongue makes you lightheaded. Plasma and platelets, sure, but so much more. It’s heady and raw; the tang of a rough fuck and a sweet kill.

That rush of ending a life. Holding someone’s soul in your hands and snuffing it out. You can feel every life that he has taken, theirs for his own immortal one. It’s their blood, truly, but all of it has been mixed up and ran through Max’s body enough to make it uniquely him. What better high is there than ravaging and killing the man who kills, and knowing you get to do it all over again?

You ask, “More?”

He says, “Yes.”

So you take another bite, and another. All of them surface wounds. They will heal and scar. His body will knit itself back together all for you to tear him apart again. Just the way you like it. The way he does, too.

You deny him twice more of his release, tutting carefully as you watch Max reel back from the edge over and over. Your hand on his dick must hurt more than the biting or the denial now, but he hasn’t told you to stop.

“Mommy, I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t.”

You love reducing such a smug and self-assured creature to a sniveling little boy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A cry tears itself from his throat, your hand still moving quickly. Blood has pooled in his lap, streaking across his hips and thighs.

“No, I just—I can’t,” he snarls. Max’s face morphs into that distinguishable frightening form. His true self. That doesn’t scare you, though.

“You can and you will, baby. You’re almost there. So close. You’re doing so good for mommy,” you say. Kissing his cheeks, you can’t help when your tongue darts out to catch a tear that falls. “What do you need?”

“Kiss me. Please,” Max says. His words come out breathy, light gasps punctuating each one. “Tell me you love me.”

“Aw, Maxxie. Of course I love you. You look so pretty like this.”

Pressing a peck to his nose has Max melting. He leans his torso against you when you finally connect at the mouth. The kiss is soft and slow, the exact opposite of your hand around his length. You slip him your tongue, letting Max taste himself. He moans into your mouth before he pulls away the slightest bit.

He’s breathing against you, still trying to participate in the kiss as he falls off the edge; as you push him. He cums quietly, only a low whimper and heavy breathing to show for it. His spend is sticky across the back of your hand. It dribbles down to your wrist. One liquid mixes in with another, semen and gore staining the both of you.

You cradle his cheek with the messy palm of your hand. The haze in his eyes clears and Max refocuses, looking at you.

“There’s my baby,” you sigh. “Do you feel good?”

The wounds have started to clot, flow slowing as blood dries over his skin and yours. He nuzzles into your cold hand.

“Feel great,” he smiles, and you can tell that he’s back to himself.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you ask.

“Just a minute,” Max says. He puts his arms around you, holding you tight and pulling your body into the mess. Blood smears against your clothes, but you could not care less. “Thank you. I love you.”

You can feel his words thrumming in your veins.

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thecoffeelovingfreak · 1 year

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II - THE HIGH PRIESTESS

↑: intuition, mystery, hidden talents, subconscious, wisdom

↓: secrets, withheld information, withdrawal and silence, disconnection from intuition

meet the high priestess... gin akutagawa

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As you ascended the final white marble step, a comforting light fell upon you. Casting your gaze around your new environment, you observed the delicate yet sharp architecture. Strong white beams bent and followed the triangular dome of the ceiling to connect at its apex. The geometric windows were covered by marble screen-like designs of the night sky, and a deep blue and violet light streamed through the ones on the left side of the vast room. On the right, it was the opposite – the marble screen design continued, but the light was cream-coloured and bright.

Along both walls were Tuscan columns, with those on the left wall being black and those on the right wall being white. Two large mahogany doors stood mightily on opposite sides of the highlight of the room. Said highlight was a grand bath of water, and it glowed a hazy opal color.

A creak reverberated through the room, drawing your attention to the left door and the figure emerging from it. They were dressed in a black silk shirt with lantern sleeves and a cloth tied neatly around their neck. The shirt was tucked lightly into spotless white trousers, which were layered under knee high leather boots laced similarly to their 'tie'. By far the most elegant, however, was the crescent moon crown, levitating gently over the figure in iridescence. The figure's onyx hair was tied half down and half up, and their striking gun metal grey eyes turned you thoughtless as their gaze landed on you.

They observed you wordlessly, almost hypnotizing you with the blanket of mystery they carried. Your trance was broken, however, when they nodded at you and moved to approach a set of swords hanging vertically on the wall. As they grabbed them carefully off of the wall, they spun around to walk in your direction.

When they reached where you stood, they handed you one of the swords. With their right hand occupied by their own blade, they used their left to remove the silk tie around their neck. A contemplative look cast over their features as their sword lifted from their right hand, levitating next to their figure. With both hands now free, they leaned closer to you and tied the cloth around your head and over your eyes – successfully blindfolding you.

Their voice sounded near your right ear as their soft and stern voice spoke, "Let your intuition guide you, Fool."

Upon their words, you knew the stranger's identity: The High Priestess.

The echo of metal being unsheathed alarmed you to her intentions. Taking on a defensive stance, you raised your sword as one of your former professors had taught you. You tried to let your thoughts go and focus on your opponent, but the frustration at being helpless began simmering. Breathing deeply, you tried to steady your heartbeat and track the High Priestess' moves.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts to concentrate on the silence, though, and with a sharp whirl of wind past your face and the flat of a blade against your back you realized the outcome.

You failed.

The High Priestess tutted at your thoughts, most likely able to read them from your frown alone.

"Follow my advice, Fool. Let your intuition guide you. Allow the rest of your thoughts to fade into silence and let your mind become subconscious. My position may be a secret, but I believe you are more than capable of solving the mystery. Now, try again." she voiced.

You resumed your initial stance and waited – absorbing the ominous silence. Following the High Priestess’ advice, you let your instincts come to the forefront of your mind, allowing the quiet to tranquilize your active mind. With a heavy sigh you claimed the offensive, lunging to parry the priestess’ attack toward your right abdomen. Quickly gaining your footing, you swiped your blade to the left, gaining another successful block, before sharply ducking then thrusting your sword at the priestess’ wielding arm. She shifted just out of your reach and dealt a pounce of her own at your left lower leg. Your blade slid perfectly in front of her attack, and she rapidly moved her blade to her left hand. Within two more tied moves, the tips of both of your swords were aimed at their opponent’s sternum.

As the High Priestess lifted her sword, you found your breath again. Lifting your blindfold and letting your eyes adjust to the varying lights in the temple, you began to notice a small smile on the priestess’ face, but it was gone just as quickly as it arrived.

“Excellent work, Fool. Not many listen to my counsel, much less use the skills I teach. Now please, come along. I have a reward for you.”

The High Priestess looked almost… giddy… as she approached the great bath of shimmering water.

“Please, pull up your left sleeve for me.” she requested, and you obeyed.

She dipped her index finger into the liquid, and as it dripped from her finger it disappeared into streaks of moonlight. When the water touched your wrist, it was chilling. The priestess drew her signature crescent moon onto your skin, and your veins glowed upon its completion. The shape appeared gloriously luminescent as it permanently etched itself into your wrist.

“You are now one of three to have proven themself a worthy opponent of mine. The other two adversaries boast the same mark, as do I. This imprint represents not only my equals, but those who have complete confidence and trust in their abilities. There is one member of our little family however, who carries a moon turned black. That is only the case when one strays from those qualities.”

The High Priestess concluded her statement seeming both wistful and forlorn. Seeing her grey eyes so saddened pulled at your own heartstrings, and you felt your chest tighten at the nostalgia in her gaze. Those powerful feelings were halted, though, by the light and calming scent of fresh flowers drifting through the air.

The priestess quickly shocked out of her internal world and followed your gaze to the large golden gate to your right. Gone was the mahogany door – instead moss and grass covered the marble floor, allowing for tulips, peonies, bluebells, and a small bubbling creek to run along the altar ground.

The High Priestess sighed and stated, “It is time for you to travel along.”

She smiled gently as she walked beside you to your blatant destination. When you arrived, she took your left hand in hers and flipped it over, running her thumb along the crescent moon.

Sincerity bloomed on her face as she whispered, “Do not forget that you are part of my circle now, Fool. You may refer to me as Gin, just like the others do.”

With that you turned your hand back over and squeezed her palm before releasing her hand. Approaching the flowery gate, you said your final words to the High Priestess.

“Goodbye, Gin. Thank you for all that you’ve shown and given me.”

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walk through the flowers ->

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kenneth-williams-diaries · 1 year

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Forgive me, love ... but I just couldn't resist!

the truly unique Kenneth Williams 💜

#sorry I just had some Gin Tonic ... 😂#anyway it's so appropriate for him #with all my love and respect 🖤🩶💜#Kenneth Williams #tbh I don't really dig what this Barbie movie is about #but this selfie generator is quite funny 😁#my apologies I'm a bit drunk 😁#here's to my beautiful ace!!! 🥂✨️#gay #ace #lgbtq #queer #my edits

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thethyri · 2 years

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sitp-recs · 5 months

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AO3 Wrapped - 15 rare pair recs

God bless the rare pairs! I haven’t read much in 2023 but what I’ve read definitely left a lasting impression on me. The @dronarryfest stole the show alongside some delicious Kinkuary treats, but I’m happy that I found time to explore wlw and one or two new ships. A massive shoutout to these incredible creators for sharing brilliant works with us. Please give them some love! Here's to a wonderful 2024 with more rare pair galore 🥂

💍 Something Old, Something New by @indigo-scarf (T, 3k) - Droyle

queerplatonic relationship | weddings | fluff

Draco said he would marry Goyle if they ended up single.

⚖️ One or the Other by @sleepstxtic (E, 3k) - Dorcas/Narcissa, Dorcas/Marlene

war fic | spy Dorcas | infidelity

Dorcas becomes a murderer at eight o’clock on a Friday night.

🛏️ The Roommates by @citrusses (E, 3.6k) - Sirius/Draco, endgame Drarry

rough sex | voyeurism | light D/s

Harry would later wonder if, that first time it happened, he hadn’t been meant to find out all along.

📷 collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks (E, 4k) - Ginsy

non-binary Ginny | UST | Daddy kink

Gin’s adjusting the lighting for their next shoot when in walks the new model Luna was so enthusiastic about, and that’s when they know they’re in deep shit.

🪢 As We Tremble and We Bleed by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k) - Hardy

angst with a happy ending | infidelity (Hinny) | family dynamics

Or: Everybody commits angsty-hot adultery, is mostly miserable, and then finds happiness.

💧Boy Wonder by @maesterchill (E, 6k) - Dronarry

getting together | threesome | dacryphilia

Ron Weasley is a people guy. Gets on well with others, loves to socialise. Despite that, he can never figure people out. When Hermione reveals a very intimate secret about Harry, Ron begins to wonder about a few things.

♟️ Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by @writcraft (E, 8k) - Rarry

friends to lovers | jealousy | first time (Ron)

It’s getting harder to hear about Harry’s casual one-night stands, but Ron can’t work out why. He meets plenty of women, he wants his friend to be happy and it can’t be jealousy, because Ron is straight. Isn’t he?

🪶 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - Dronarry

established Drarry | Veela!Ron | jealousy | magical theory

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him.

🐺 Stopper & Reeve by @vdoshu (E, 10k) - Tedrarry

established Drarry | knotting | breeding kink | sex toys

Teddy gets his very first knot stuck in his fleshlight. And somehow that’s not the worst part of his day.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14k) - Dronarry

dragon tamers Drarry | hurt/comfort | D/s undertones

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering.

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 17k) - Dronarry

established Rarry | sentient houses | grief | gardening

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

🧩 Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - Harry/Snape

memory loss | murder boyfriends | first time

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

🌶️ 🪙 Kinkuary collection by @sorrybutblog (E, 20k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of smutty ficlets written for HP Kinkuary 2023. Tags will be updated as chapters are added. Pairings are in chapter headings!

📻 empire builders by shecrows (E, 25k) - James/Sirius

friends to lovers | power dynamics | coming of age

James, Sirius, and a summer in the south of Devon.

🌶️ 🐺 Kinkuary collection by @wolfpants (E, 42k) - multiple ships & kinks

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#ao3 wrapped #hp rare pair #Sitp faves

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thedroneranger · 1 year

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Daggers on Draught: Open Bar 🍻

Daggers and your requested drink combos! Shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse @roosterforme @sylviebell and @beyondthesefourwalls for inspiring Open Bar 🥂

The bar is CLOSED. Drink up the OG Daggers on Draught, Drinking Drabbles and Craft Edition.

Also follow @love-in-light as she crafts cocktails based on this series!

Amelia

• Cherry Limeade (na) | Cherry Crush

Bob

Coyote

Cyclone

• Brooklyn | Checkmate • Gin & Tonic | Everything is Blue • Sazerac | Night Moves • White Russian | Heart of a Cyclone

Fanboy

Hangman

Hondo

• Mojito | Minted

Iceman

• Bourbon | Puff, Puff, Pour • Vesper | GoldenEye • Belvedere | On Ice • Whiskey Sour | Old Friend

Maverick

• Boulevardier | Twice as Nice • Tom Collins | Old Time's Sake

Payback

• Midori Sour | Solo Session • Paper Plane | Wingman

Penny

• Bloody Mary | Hair of the Dog • Martini | Shaken Not Stirred • Mimosa | Sail Away

Phoenix

Rooster

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gardenerian · 11 months

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a mountain at my gates

prohibition AU | 6 chapters | 14.5k | E rating

Ian loves serving cold gin and champagne to the laughing flappers that visit his family's speakeasy. Even as the Gallaghers struggle to build an empire, he thinks the only thing missing is a lover to dance with. Desperate to get out from under his father's thumb, Mickey sets out to undermine the already thriving Milkovich empire. Tasked with taking the Gallagher operation out, Mickey knows to expect violence and danger. But he never could have expected Ian.

based on the recent AU tag game, with thanks to @spoonfulstar and @mmmichyyy for the encouragement 🥂

read here on ao3

#this.... was supposed to be a oneshot #whoops #gallavich fic #tumblr writing

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thetruthwilloutsworld · 3 months

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Instagram sassenachspirits

Celebrate love... or a Super Bowl win with a #SassenachClassic

FRENCH 75 🥂 🍾

1 oz. Sassenach Gin

1/2 oz. Lemon Juice 🍋

1/2 oz. Simple Syrup

3 oz. French Champagne

Garnish: Lemon peel

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idolatrybarbie · 7 months

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i made a graphic for @wannab-urs amazing dave york fic starving season - as apart of the pedrostories hallowreads celebration!! love you gin!

#pedrostorieshallowreads23 #fic rec #gin 🥂#thanks to my friend iz for letting me pick your graphic design brain on this one #graphics

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homoeroticgrappling · 2 months

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Cheersing Private Party with my gin and juice 🥂

#aew #aew lb

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maiaspen · 1 year

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💕🥂HAPPY NEW YEAR🥂💕

🖤OBLIVION GIN🖤 Chapter 6 is posted!

I sliced open my chest and put my ♥️ into this one. Please give me feedback (comments, kudos, tumblr asks) that will suffice for a heart transplant.

Read it on ao3

While you wait for Chapter 7, enjoy this gorgeous art by Wooserr! A teaser for what is coming (whump is coming).

#obikin #kit fisto #anakin x obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obikin fanart #obi wan whump #anakin whump #author unhinged about kit fisto #Kit Fisto whump #oblivion gin #obikin fanfiction #obikit #Wooserr art #maiaspen #obi wan x anakin #whump is coming

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nicistrying · 4 months

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Sat 27th Jan

It's still fucking january 😂

Had a lovely day today. Nice walk with Maggie this morning, then went with my sister in law to get nails done which was long overdue, they were a mess. Got them ready for valentine's day and I think they're cute af 🥰💕

Came home and brushed Mags out which she doesn't usually let me do. There's just a couple of matted bits on her butt that I'm going to just cut out tomorrow rather than hurting her trying to untangle them. She was so tolerant today and usually she jumps away as soon as I get anywhere near her straggly bits so I'm not going to push it bc I need her to not hate getting brushed.

Went out in the garden to play with her and ended up getting it tidied up a lot which felt so good bc it's been such a mess over the winter. It doesn't look like much but the big wet patch at the bottom was an overspill compost heap as the compost bin was so full in the summer but I managed to get it all into the bin and swept up, all the pots weeded and most of the weeds pulled out of the flowerbed and the cracks in the pavement. Also found some potatoes I completely forgot we were growing 😂 they're teeny and not great but I'm still proud of them! Also see my favourite, it looks like a little animal 🐕

Went for a little run, shorter than usual bc I took an earlier turn off thinking I could loop back the way I came along the river but it just turned me around quicker. My legs were heavy from my workout on Thursday and my back was aching bc of my period but I still enjoyed it ☺️

Matt had just gotten in from work when I got home, briefly said hi to him then took Maggie out again before it got dark. Dropped her home and went straight back out to do the grocery shopping 😮‍💨 then had dinner, stretched and now am FINALLY in the bath with a gin & tonic. It's been lovely to be busy and on my feet all day after a pretty slow boring week at work. Happy weekend 🥂

#fitblr #health blog #personal #saturday #fitness blog #nails #garden #nic's house #health #fitness #workout #run #running #nike run club #personal fitblr

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murfeelee · 10 months

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IWTV 2022 INSP - You Must Think Me An Idiot!

Lestat: Ah. Quite drunk, this one. Rosemary…and something else. What is it, my love? Louis: I-I think it's the gin. Lestat: I wasn't talking to you. ???: Laudanum. Arsenic. *Antoinette unmasks herself* Lestat: *smugly* She was at the ball tonight! Like one of those girls on the telephone switchboard, eavesdropping in on things that she shouldn't. Antoinette: *mockingly quoting* "Too late, I've done it already.... One of the twins. He'll be dead on his feet in an hour." You miserable dogs! All: *angry vampire hissing* *Lestat grabs Louis, Antoinette grabs Claudia* Antoinette: DRINK! Louis: No! Lestat: Claudia should never have been made, Louis. Look what she did to us--she's corrupted everything! Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together-- *nausea, vomits poisoned blood!* All: !?!?! Claudia: *fights Antoinette off, stabs her with fire-irons* Antoinette: *dying gasp* Claudia: *smugly* Lestat, you must think me an idiot!

-- Interview with the Vampire, S01E07

MY THOUGHTS (turnt up at Queen Claudia's Coronation 🍻🥳🥂)

CLAUDIA IS THE FRIKKIN GOAT! ^0^

It's deliciously sad that no matter in what iteration or adaptation, this little girl will ALWAYS get the drop on Lestat, like...dang, dude. 🤣

Claudia's murder plot played out in the movie like a frikkin jumpscare--WOAH, she's a savage, queen, SLAY! 👸🏼🔪 But on the tv show she's a stone cold tactician EXTRAORDINAIRE. It is outright told to us that Claudia has all of these chess moves she's laid out. But the real suspense comes from how she'll pull it off; when it'll happen.

Then out of nowhere effing Antoinette pops up like a herpes flareup, and this grown effing adult is bigger & stronger than "built-like-a-bird" Claudia, grabbing Claudia by her hair and tryna force her to drink the twin's poisoned blood. And you might think oh no, all is lost! But YE OF LITTLE FAITH!

That's what happens to homewrecking side-chicks who put their 9-fingered hands on someone else's CHILD. THOU 👏 SHALT 👏 NOT 👏 COVET 👏 LOUIS' 👏 MAN--it never ends well, just watch Fatal Attraction! 👀 Now look at you--curb-stomped! Look at Lestat--poisoned! And Lestat, this is all YOUR fault, for cheating & beating on your husband, clown!

Ahhhh, Claudia's the best. (^_^)

"Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together--" are you HIGH!? The copium must've been hitting HARD, for him to think LOUIS--let alone that jealous nasty Antoinette--would be happy living comfy frikkin cozy in his Brides of Dracula harem, meanwhile Louis' daughter was dead. Antoinette's death was Lestat's fault from the start, dragging her into his mess.

In the book, Lestat's male sidepiece Antoine also got burned a bit after Louis set Lestat on fire, but Antoine got away & survived, even though he was hella messed up for like, years. But I'm glad AMC put all that crap to bed, and made sure Antoinette's butt was cooked, once and for all.

Cuz Claudia takes ZERO prisoners. 👸🏽👑

Unfortunately for her, however, LOUIS certainly does.... >_>

Louis, my love...get help. U_U

Like I always say: Lestat got off LIGHT. AMC didn't even let Lestat get set on fire & nommed on by alligators. 😩 You can't win 'em all, I guess, but at least Claudia got Antoinette the heck on outta here, at least~! 👌

#sims 3 loustat #interview with the vampire #loustat #mini rant #sims 3 horror #sims 3 vampires #sims 3 late night #sims 3 historical #sims 3 gameplay

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 5 months

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SNOW GLOBE COCKTAIL

This cocktail was so much fun to make! 🎉✨

It makes your champagne very festive and beautiful-super easy to make and perfect for enhancing the night's beauty.

Recipe:

1 cup cranberries 🍒

1 stalk Rosemary 🌿

2 oz. water 💧

Topped with champagne 🥂

Give it a try and enjoy the sparkling vibes! 🌟

Cheers to beautiful nights! 🌙

It's easy to create the illusion of a Snow Globe cocktail with whisky or gin, but there are other drinks. This festive season, try the Snow Globe cocktail with champagne 🍾

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trulybetty · 10 months

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5 Drinks to Get to Know Me

I was tagged by the lovely @chronic-ghost 🥂 (I too felt seen when Pedro said he couldn't stand milk, I cannot with that stuff) - this looks like fun!

Gin & Tonic, very much prefer Tanqueray Gin (but push come to shove. I am not fussy lol)

ICE ICE ICE cold, Diet Coke, has to be crispy (if you know you know!)

Extra hot lactose-free vanilla latte, basic but it always hits the spot!

Cold Brew Coffee, any and all I love it

Ice-cold water, though you wouldn't think it considering I'm a walking dehydrated potato most days

NPT for these lovelies: @wildemaven, @gnpwdrnwhiskey, @tessa-quayle, @goodwithcheese, @maggiemayhemnj, @lunapascal and anyone else who wants to play tag me to join in! xx

#cheers

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azareeart · 2 months

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Once upon a time, on the 2nd of March, amidst the green & rustic atmosphere of Barndoor beer garden in Osu, Accra, a litty time was had- Plant and Sip with Azaree. This love affair was a fusion of mixology and plant care, a carefully crafted experience.

We started with the Mix and Sip sessions, where participants made their own cocktails under the expert guidance of yours truly. Two delicious cocktails graced the menu: the Sweet Berry Lemonade and the Ginger Lemonade. The Sweet Berry Lemonade is a burst of flavors with sweet and sour notes, muddled fresh mint leaves, apple liqueur, berry gin, and a touch of mixed fruit jam, all topped off with a spritz of sprite. Our favorite thing about this girl is her deceptive sweetness, it's sneakily sweet yet packs a punch!

The latter, an original Azaree fan favorite but now with a local twist, featured homemade ginger syrup, zesty lemon juice, coconut vanilla syrup for a hint of sweetness, and the bold essence of ginger liqueur. What set this drink apart was its alcoholic base - the renowned Ghanaian spirit, Akpeteshie, made from fermented Palm wine adding a distinctive depth to the libation. This combination was to die for, and we absolutely loved hearing all the great reviews!

Transitioning from mixology to horticulture, we switched the conversation to plant care. Fresh cuttings of pothos and monstera were our green friends for the day, teaching us about nurturing new roots and ourselves. Sourced from Ahaban (ahabangh.com), these cuttings require a very simple routine; changing the water weekly until they sprout roots fit for replanting in soil.

Our favorite twist was that this nurturing ethos extends beyond plants into self-care rituals. Each water change becomes a gentle reminder to indulge in personal rejuvenation. Participants opted for diverse self-care practices, from long walks to soothing body scrubs, highlighting the importance of reconnecting with yourself no matter how crazy life gets.

The laughter-filled photos captured the Plant & Sip essence perfectly - great vibes, new skills, and a whole lot of fun. It was so clear that the experience fostered a deeper connection to nature and self-care.

We’re still savoring the amazing event, & we can’t wait to see you all at the next one, ‘See Thru My Ice,’ a nature photography and cocktail tasting experience. It will be an amazing evening celebrating the natural beauty of Ghana & the rich flavors of our Culture on the 30th of March at Buro in Osu. Hope to see you there 🥂

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