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qara-wen · 1 month

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Don't bother to pack your bags or your map We won't need them where we're goin' We're goin' where the wind is blowin' Not knowin' where we're gonna stay ♪

feat. @this-is-ris and @justatheo

#ffxiv screenshots #gposers #ffxiv gpose #viera #ffxiv viera #qara wen #ris dei-ijla #theo #ris x qara x theo #bnuuy throuple #a group of bunnies is called a fluffle #hope this brings you all some joy!!#group poses are my bane

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kaeddehara · 4 months

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•°. * 𝜗𝜚 — tell me toji wouldn’t be the type to choke and spank you till you couldn’t even think all the while he’s praising you for being so good. or the other way around, he’s being so soft with your body, groping your gently and kissing up and down your body all the while his filthy mouth hasn’t gone away whatsoever. spilling out dirty, degrading names while he rocks his fat cock in and out of you at a careless pace.

#kaeddehara #happy new years loves!!#i hope 2024 brings you good luck and joy 💗💗 love you all 💗#toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #man i want some dick rn #rumi thoughts ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ #rumi writing ^•ﻌ•^ฅ #jjk smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji x you #🗡️

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lupine-trees · 4 months

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tidings of comfort & joy

[ the boys spend a cozy christmas morning with the weasleys. something light & homey for the season— wishing you all a merry drarry christmas & happy holidays. ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ]

word count: ~350, rating: g

On Christmas morning, Molly opens the newspaper-wrapped gift last. As the fabric unfolds with a soft swish in her hands, her eyes well. “A tea towel?” George snickers, and Angelina shoves an elbow into his side.

Molly raises it to her cheek, a deep cream against the rosy, freckled flush of her face. “A scarf. It’s a cashmere scarf.”

Then she’s crying in earnest and Bill is resting a steady hand on her shoulder as Percy pulls a handkerchief from the interior of his cigar jacket. Angelina’s giving George an earful, and in spite of the glint in his eye he looks a bit like he wants to sink into the sofa. Fleur’s rocking the baby, who snoozes on unbothered, and Charlie’s laughing, delayed over the patchy Floo connection, and Hermione’s leaning into Ron’s side, trying to stay awake in spite of the circles under her eyes. Harry’s hand settles at the base of Draco’s spine.

Suddenly the room feels so full, full to bursting, and Draco’s not sure he can breathe, feels his face going blotchy, throat tight, that old tickle persistent behind his eyes. He exhales.

“Alright,” Ginny says, “who made Mam cry on Christmas?“ And Molly laughs, but it’s a warbly sound.

She looks up and finds Draco’s eyes, a smile easy on her lips. “Thank you, dear,” she says. “Look at me, blithering like an old biddy. I’ll ruin the thing before I even get to wear it.” She swipes at her eyes, laughing. “Who’s next?!” she demands, suddenly ready to be done with it, the tears and the watching. “It’s Christmas, for Merlin’s sake!”

Harry’s arm wraps around Draco’s side, tugging him closer. “You did good,” Harry murmurs into his neck, and Draco hums, turning to press a quick kiss to his mouth.

As the morning goes on, the family opening gifts and laughing and bantering and filling the room with pure Weasley-ness, Draco’s eyes drift back to Molly’s hands, folded in her lap, stroking the cashmere. The scarf had been his mother’s once. His heart quivers. Maybe, in some way, it is, here, now, too.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry drabble #i hope the end of the year treats you all kindly <3 #& may this humble offering bring some comfort & joy #fic tag #lup writes #mine #draco x harry #drarry fanfic #(i’ve had this one in the notes app for ages)#(it makes me smile— glad to share it <3)

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blueflyingturtleontheway · 1 month

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So, I've heard some voices here and there lamenting how little Gabe content - especially new Gabe content - there was and you know what? I completely agree, so I thought why not, I can try to add my little droplet into this tiny sea of Gabe appreciation we have here on tumblr.

Summary: Elena visits Gabe in his house for the first time and learns something new about his past.

Word count: 1937

AN: just some friendly fluff really, headcanon heavy, from Elena's POV but Gabe centric

"Oh, watch out, the first step is-" Gabe turned around just in time to catch Elena when she started to fall backwards. "-loose."

"Thanks for the warning." Elena shot him a glare when she regained her balance. In response Gabe only sent her an unapologetic grin and pulled her up on the next step.

"Everyone's so used to it by now that we keep forgetting to fix it with my dad," he explained as they finally reached the first floor.

The stairs led to a narrow corridor, with the same room placement as the bakery beneath it. Two doors on the right, one on the left and a wide opening to the living room at the end. In a few brisk steps Gabe opened the door on the left and invited Elena in with a courteous gesture.

"Welcome to my humble abode, your highness."

Her highness graced him with a nod and slipped by him, into the small room. Elena gave it a quick one over. It was indeed small - in fact, there probably wasn't much more space than what each guard got at the barracks - and the decor wasn't much fancier either. Cream colored walls, a thin bed by the window, a wardrobe opposite of it, one wall taken up by a bookshelf and a small cabinet by another made up basically all the furnishing of the room.

"Humble is a good word." She nodded solemnly, earning herself an eye roll from her friend. They both chuckled.

"Hey, it's your room that's out of the norm, you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elena retorted, thinking about how three or even four such rooms would fit into hers. She walked over to the cabinet and picked up some trinket. "But it's nice to finally see where you grew up."

Gabe couldn't stop a fond smile sneaking onto his lips when he noticed the badge she was examining.

"Yeah and I didn't really get to change much here in the past five years. For example this thing I got back when-"

"Gabriel!" He was interrupted by his mother's voice from the bakery.

"I'll tell you in a moment," he sighed. "Make yourself at home!" He added from the doors and quickly ran downstairs to his parents.

Elena took another look around the room. It wasn't entirely empty, she had to admit that, and the poster of Antonio Agama on the inner side of the door confirmed that Gabe didn't change the decor much since he moved out.

She moved to the bookshelf and moved her hand across the titles - though there weren't that many of them to count. The lower shelves were taken up by some boxes and bags and what could've been a neatly packaged tent. Then finally a whole shelf dedicated to the whole collection of Antonio Agama's books. Elena chuckled to herself when she read some of the more dramatic titles and noticed even one that wasn't in Avaloran. On the next shelf, between other various travel books and biographies, was only one book by señor Agama, titled simply 'The Gecko's Tale'. Driven by a hunch she took it out and couldn't help but laugh when she read the blurb on the back. Although that explained how the whole kingdom found out that she's a bit adventurous too.

Finally her gaze got to the plant on top of the mantle. Hidden so deep in the room, it extended its ivy like stalks towards the sun, climbing a string helpfully hung between the bookshelf and the window.

Down on the windowsill two other plants looked out on the little cobbled square behind the house. Elena leaned in to smell the orchid and noticed something half hidden behind the pot. Slowly, so as not to accidentally damage the plant, she reached for trinket and retrieved it into the light. It turned out to be a wooden doll, painted to resemble a familiar navy and maroon uniform...

"Is this you?" She turned to Gabe as soon as he entered the room and showed him the figurine with a wide smile.

Gabe stopped for a moment. Furrowed his brows as he tried to see what Elena was even holding, and then furrowed his brows even more when he recognised it.

"Of course not," he grumbled, closing the small distance between them. "It's just an old thing anyway."

"It does look a bit like you though." She jumped away from him at the last moment.

Gabe gasped. Elen giggled and moved her hand away when he tried to reach her.

"Why would I even have a figurine of myself?"

For a moment they circled each other, like two lions judging if it's worthy to fight the opponent for a steak, except the steak was now wooden and 15 centimetres high. They both hunched subconsciously and made their steps in the fencing manner.

"I don't know, why does Esteban have a whole wall of his own portraits?" A sly grin slid on her face. "But I see you've decided to match his collection."

"Oh now you've done it." Gabe shook his head to hide his smile and in the split of a second was right by her. Feigning to go right for the prize, he swiped her legs out from under her.

Elena waved her hands in the air giving Gabe just the opportunity he was waiting for. He swiftly yanked the figurine from her hands, giving her the last push to fall backwards completely. He turned his head with a victorious grin, just in time to see her legs rising at the height of his knees. And suddenly the ground was much closer than before.

He folded his arms to his chest, protecting the figurine with his body and rolled on the floor. Though he didn't have to roll far, of which he was promptly reminded by his head crushing into the cupboard.

He groaned loudly and let his body fall limply to the floor.

His pained complaint was answered by Elena's laughter from the bed.

"I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled and Elena's laughter only got louder.

Finally he sat up and lifted the figurine to his face. He carefully examined it for any cracks or splinters, checked if the joints in the limbs didn't fall out and most importantly if the head was still on firm. Finally when he made sure the trinket didn't get damaged, he let out a relieved sigh.

"You're lucky it's still whole," he grumbled, rising to his feet.

"Hey, I was being careful." Elena now sat up too and sent him a playful smirk. "All the way until you decided to trip me like that."

Gabe rolled his eyes again and huffed in pretended annoyance.

"So if it's not a limited edition General Nuñez action figure," Elena continued. "What is it?"

Gabe sat down next to her and thought of an answer for a moment. He changed the position of the little soldier's arms and reached for a pin to put into his hand as a sword.

"It's really just an old toy," he said finally. "But you know, it has sentimental value."

He finally passed Elena the figurine, so she could take a look at it herself. It wasn't as old as she thought at first. The paint was faded, but still held onto the uneven surface of the wood and as she moved her fingers across it, she realized that it must've been all whittled by hand, by someone who put great care in it, but wasn't a professional.

Still the amount of details was impressive, especially in the construction of the thing. She moved the tiny soldier into the proper fencing position and to her delight found out that it fits flawlessly, the wire on the joints creaked quietly, as if it had been waiting for an opportunity to shine for ages.

She glanced between the figurine and Gabe on her left for comparison. The uniform, despite the familiar colours, was a tad different, it resembles more what she remembered from her childhood, than the uniform Gabe was wearing at the moment.

"I got it from my first fencing teacher," he continued.

"The same one who threw coconuts at you driving training?" Elena raised a brow, earning herself a chuckle.

"Yeah, the same one." A sad smile reached the corners of his eyes as old memories resurfaced in his memory. "He was a tough man and always talked about how big an annoyance I am, but -" he gestured to the figurine and shrugged.

"Well, that explains why it looks like you," Elena bumped him with her shoulder. "I'm sure he could've already seen that you'll be a great guard."

"Oh, I don't think he even wanted me to be a guard," Gabe laughed again. "But you know, the situation was a bit different." He pondered something for a moment before continuing. "And to be fair, I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be a guard at the time, I was pretty sure he just came up with the design by himself. I only really connected the dots a few years ago, when I found this old thing again."

Elena nodded silently and put a comforting hand on his arm. She could see that this topic wasn't easy for him.

"Though maybe what you said was the point." He straightened suddenly and his gaze went back to the figurine. "Maybe he wasn't completely against me joining the guard, just... joining the right one."

His smile became wider and it was like his whole face lit up. Elena raised the little soldier's arms to make it cheer. They both laughed at how expressive this piece of wood was.

"So where is your coach now?" Elena asked, caressing the wooden toy one more time.

He only sighed at first and for a moment his gaze became clouded again, before he shook his head to cast the memories away.

"I wish I knew," he sent her a sad smile. "One day he just... disappeared. A few trinkets and one letter is all the proof I have that he wasn't just my hallucination."

Elena's lips twitched in a matching sad smile, but before she could say anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs, calling the unmistakable word 'dinner!'

Gabe clapped his hands on his knees and sprung up to his feet.

"Ah, just in time", he extended his hand to Elena. "I think eating is a much more fun topic than discussing the weird things I did in my childhood."

Elena examined his face for a moment more, but gave up on asking all the questions that pushed to the tip of her tongue. She sent him a smile instead and accepted his hand.

"Oh, you mean you did more weird things?" She made the little figurine gasp.

"I feel like I shouldn't have started this topic," Gabe laughed.

"Oh no, you won't escape now." She poked him in the chest and put the little soldier in his hand. "I gotta know all the crazy stories."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you something," Gabe raised his hands in defeat. "But you can't mention it to my parents, please, they'll never stop until they tell you my whole life story."

Elena made a theatrical gesture of tapping her lips in thought as she backed out of the room.

"I'll consider it," she sent him a wide grin and in a second turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Hey- wait!" Gabe called out, running right after her to save what was left of his reputation.

#my post #blue's writing #eoa #elena of avalor #gabriel nunez #gabe nunez #gabriel nuñez #gabe nuñez #elena castillo flores #gabe and elena #elena castillo flores & gabriel nuñez #elena and gabe #uuuuh #fanfiction #this is. completely unedited and written mostly in the middle of the night #so i just hope it makes sense XD #but i really wanted to write something and hey a great motivator came so why not seize the occasion #(probably because youre busy blue and should be sleeping instead but do you ever listen to yourself? no)#another day of wondering 'would they fucking say thay'#was this fic prompted by one scene of gabe fondly rolling his eyes at elena that i saw in an amv #maybe #anyway i hope this ficlet reaches the person who inspired it and i hope it brings you some joy :>#i may or may not continue it one day or at keast clean it up a bit and transfer it to ao3 #my accounts been dead there for quite some time now #and back to the fic you guys have NO idea how proud i am od myself that its almost 2K #yes thats a lot for me #i considered whether im able to write those 74 more words but nope i gotta sleep #bonus: blanca and roberto downstairs hearing all the noise in gabes room and the sound of something heavy (gabe) hitting the floor #'remind me is our son 13 or 23' *fond exasperated sigh*#maybe i shouldve added to the note that this fic basically has no context huh

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tinybro · 7 months

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Any new Jasico ideas? I've reread your works, and the craving for new stories is real.

i don't know if my random babblings count as "works" but i'll scrape together some fragments from hollering in the jasico server just for you

there was chatter about jason latching onto nico when he first shows up in camp jupiter pre-HoO because he's so fascinated by nico's whole deal, like wow another kid of the big 3 who isn't tied to camp?? this guy just goes wherever he wants and actually interacts with his godly parent regularly???

and i just wanna see a complete AU starting from there, ditch the HoO storyline entirely and do something new (without jason memory loss for once lol)

nico ollies out to go back to camp halfblood in an attempt to settle things on that end, which of course only seems more suspicious to the romans, but jason is Invested and also doesn't want a war and in all the chaos he ditches camp jupiter to chase after nico

#THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT AT THE MOMENT BUT I HOPE IT BRINGS YOU SOME JOY #jasico #pjo #my dumb headcanons

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darkgifted · 6 months

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of all the chosen 3, orin is by far the one arlis dreads the most. orin gets under arlis' skin (pun?) so easily, especially during the first part of act 3. she doesn't have any interest in cruelty, but cruelty for it's own sake, rather than furthering any real purpose, unnerves her and unsettles her. it's the idea of feeling constantly watched, constantly toyed with, that makes her strain to ward off lingering paranoia & sets her on edge.

with gortash & thorm, arlis can at least understand their motivations, even if she hardly sympathizes with them, but orin feels like something terrible & unknowable, beyond easy explanation. how can you counter & outmaneuver something you don't even understand?

#to all my mutuals writing orin i hope this brings you joy!#gortash and thorm feel like they can be reasoned with to some extent bc they feel capable of possessing reason #but arlis takes one look at orin and hasnt the faintest idea what she'd even say

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 11 months

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I just realised today that it’s been over 8 years since I published my first piece of reader insert fanfiction (not for DL but it laid the groundwork for what was to come) and it’s absolutely crazy to me. I don’t know that I’ve talked about it on this blog much (for it was not good by anyone’s standards) but I used to publish on Quotev and I made a couple of friends on there who really helped me when I was going through a hard time in real life (not that I think any of them necessarily realised how much :’) ). Sadly we all sort of drifted away from the site and lost contact but I still think about them sometimes and hope that wherever they are they’re doing well.

I miss our little community on there too and the silly conversations we used to have, as while I don’t think Tumblr ever quite had the same vibe, I do think it’s grown a lot more impersonal over the years (or at least that’s certainly been my experience).

Anyway I don’t know that there’s much of a point to this other than me reminiscing but if we’ve interacted at some point while I’ve been running this blog, or even if you just silently like a lot of my posts (because believe me, there are usernames I recognise even if we’ve never properly talked), then I’m grateful and I hope that you’re happy and doing well.

#personal #delete later #I just needed to get this off my chest I think #and... I think this might be a goodbye #I've had this blog for over 6 years and it's gotten me through some tough times #and I am so very grateful for all the good times #I've been saying I plan to move on for a while but I think I'm actually ready this time #I'd been debating whether to make a song and dance over it or quietly disappear into the night #but I look back on abandoned blogs and always wonder what happened to the people who ran them #so if you're looking back on this and wondering then at the time of writing I'm doing well #busy but well #and I though that saying goodbye in a rambling set of tags was very true to form #so if you're still reading thank you so much for joining me for this chapter of my life #and if you're someone who's stumbled onto this blog years after I made this post #(providing Tumblr is even still going by then)#then I hope these characters and stories can bring you as much joy as they once brought me

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petekaos · 1 year

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MY SAVIOUR WHO CAME TO DESTROY MY LIFE ↳ love as destruction & salvation

merry christmas, el! @maggiecheungs

Twenty-Five Twenty-One (2022), dir. Jung Ji-hyun & Kim Seung-ho achillics (tumblr), ‘vulnerability’ The Gifted: Graduation (2020), dir. Waasuthep Ketpetch My Country: The New Age (2019), script by Chae Seung-dae Beyond Evil (2021), dir. Shim Na-yeon Ada Limón, ‘The Good Fight’ Malila: The Farewell Flower (2017), dir. Anucha Boonyawatana Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), script by Céline Sciamma The Handmaiden (2016), dir. Park Chan-wook Richard Siken, ‘Scheherazade’

#gifted santa #ellis tag #this might not make sense to other ppl but it does to me and if it does to me then i know it will to you too el <3 #was gonna put mary is happy in here with the quote 'if you miss me tell me'#and that quote by haruki murakami that's like 'i was always hungry for love' but i couldn't find a good quality copy ...#neither could i find good headshots grr #but anyway i hope you enjoy this el !! the other gift should be up sometime this week <3 #i love you dearly & always!! i treasure all our jokes and conversations abt the media we both like #i hope the holiday season brings you some rest and that the new year is filled w nothing but joy and prosperity for u!!#from one mekviccer to another - i love you <3 #rahul.gif

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bear-of-mirrors · 2 months

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I legit want to fall asleep and never wake up again. Did this relationship mean more to me than it did to you? Did these past two years… were they just a fun pastime for you? Did it mean nothing when we discussed our future together? When we talked weddings and homes? How can you now be so callous and seem like you’ve just flipped a switch and turned off any love for me while I’m here dying from how much this hurts? I literally do not want to be here anymore if I’m not with you, do you understand that? You’ve torn my heart out without any warning at all. Without any discussion or communication that anything was wrong. You let me think everything was great and that we’d just celebrated our second anniversary together and yet barely seven days after that you broke things off. Do you understand just how traumatizing that is? Do you understand how I’m now even worse than before in how I worry that I’ll unknowingly do one thing that ruins any kind of human relationship? Do you see how yet again a hope and dream for the future being taken away has reinforced the feeling that my life is doomed to forever be a pile of ashes and that no amount of effort on my part will change that? Do you understand just how and why I’m losing sleep and having to miss work now cause of the mess I’m in? You’re my everything and I love you more than anything. I gave you my everything and without even talking to me about it, you just said “it’s not enough” and walked away. How could you do this to me?

#thoughts from a Jewish decepticon #there’s just no point #every single time I try to find happiness or move forward in life with some hope #it’s taken away in an instant with zero warning or foreshadowing and there’s nothing I can do #it’s happened throughout my life and I hate it #why the fuck does this have to be my life?#why am I so unworthy of happiness?#why did the universe/Gd/whatever decide to put me into this life if all that was going to happen is that hope and joy gets yanked out of my #hands the moment I start to grasp it?#tell me!#what is the fucking point in going on in this???#I want to die I hurt so much #I want to die and escape this fucking awful life that I was never consulted on nor consented to be a part of #how dare you bring me into this life and force me to go through this time after time after time #fuck you!

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