#tarren this is so good!!!!!
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How Many Times Can I Watch JJK Vol 0 in a Year Challenge
#it's definitely my comfort film#the voice acting is so good and the music is great#i also miss Gojo :“(((#sorry i keep posting i feel ✨️awful✨️ and this is distraction#tarren rambles
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Hey!! Congrats on your milestone! So happy for you!! 💕
🌼 Can I please get the prompt 'tap' with Mando? 💕
ty tarren!!! and happy follower celebration to u too!!! and absolutely, love, mr tin can has my heart and I love him sm.
warnings || none, fluff
Din watched as you entertained Grogu, a wide smile on your face as you run in circles near the beach.
The waves crashed against your ankles, sun glistening against your skin. Grogu’s eyes were wide and giggles erupted from his small stature.
Din could feel something swarm beneath his chest—a mixture of warmth and comfort that he wasn’t sure what to make of.
He watched for what felt like hours, the slow motion of your feet padding across the sand and Grogu’s wide smile. He felt whole. He felt happy. It wasn’t something that he had ever afforded himself before, but it was new.
It wrapped around him and gave him a skipped beat of his heart. He would do anything for the two to you, that much he knew. It captured him whole and pulled him down into the peaceful depths of pure desire to love.
He turned around, walking slowly to distance himself. His heart was pounding against his ears and throbbing against his helmet.
He needed to do something different, something to distract him from the encompassing feeling that was going to swallow him whole.
He tended to his ship. He made as many modifications to the smaller ship as he could possible. It didn’t take long, though. The ship had much easier maintenance than the Razor Crest—no matter how much he missed the grey ship.
He could hear you before you even started walking up to him. You whispered sweet words to Grogu and his chest thumped hard when he heard the words, “your dad,” leave your lips.
You had Grogu in your arms. His little body was slipped over in exhaustion and he made little hums, as if to acknowledge he was listening to you.
You stop near the ship and look up at Din. He busies himself even more, the distraction barely working anymore. You reach up and tap him on the shoulder, it was so gentle he almost couldn’t hear the sound of his beskar. He turns around, the urge to be near you was encompassing his thoughts and he couldn���t help it.
“I think we should find an Inn soon.”
He nods. He drops the hypo wrench into his basket of tools. He takes a step closer and your chest restricts—the feeling of warmth spreading through you.
He pauses, trying to find the right words. “You’re good at that.”
Your head tilts to the side. “At what?”
You’re very clearly out of breath. You were heaving up and down, a bead of sweat glistening against your temple. He had worn you out with all of the playing around. The little baby in your arms just snuggles closer into your chest.
“Taking care of him.”
You hum, a smile stretched out onto your face. “You’re good at that too.”
He wants to shake his head, but he doesn’t. He knows his morals aren’t always the best, but he tries. He really tries.
Instead, he continues to stare at you—heart seizing in his chest at the sight of his little family right before him.
“Cyare?”
Your heart skips at the nickname. “Yeah, Din?”
“I…I, dank ferrick, I lo—” He curses at himself, at the world. He couldn’t say those three little words even though he knew he felt them.
“I know.” You say, smile wide and cheerful. Din almost glows in return. You know. Holy shit, you know.
You caress the cheek of his helmet, and he almost preens into you—even if he can’t feel it. “I love you too.”
#vic’s spring time sleepover ˚ ༘♡ ·˚#din djarin x reader#din djarin x y/n#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x you#the mandalorian x y/n#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian#din djarin#din djarin fanfiction
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(hi sorry yes I'm writing this trope again bc no one can stop me. I need Margim hurt/comfort like I need air ok. she's literally everything 2 me. I'm normal about them. I'm sooo normal about the traumatized berserker lady and her soft healer husband <- *lying*)
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Blades cut, bones crack, orcs and men die screaming.
There is horror in the familiarity of it all, how readily it comes back, the sick feeling in my stomach, the deafening noise, the smell of sulfur and death, little rivers of blood before my feet, dripping from the hands of this monster they call the Executioner of the Pit. There is horror in how, almost, natural it feels to be here. How the life I built for myself in the north now feels so distant now, like a foolish dream, one that I have now awoken from and found myself back in the Pit of Thorzhaf.
At some point, I wake up from that nightmare. It does little to help. Ah, so it’s going to be one of those nights.
I sit up and rub the sleep away from my eyes with shaking hands. I shouldn’t expect to get any more of it now anyway, not when my sleeping mind has seen fit to torment me so every time I close my eyes. The house is mostly black, with only a dim trace of light emanating from the dying embers of the firepit, but I can still see clearly enough that it is my home in Lhan Tarren. I turn to see Celeair sleeping soundly in the bundle of blankets next to me, I’m relieved I did not wake him.
I can hear the rain outside, I try to find it comforting, for there was no rain in Mordor. The sound is usually a boon in quieting those memories, yet I do not think anything will drown them forever. Especially not tonight.
I take deep, steady breaths, like Celeair told me to, but my heart still thrashes in my chest like a caged animal.
I know I am not in Mordor, I know I know I know, I am safe here, but the memory is so strong now, it drowns out all other sensations. I listen to the rain, I still hear screams. I grip the blanket with white knuckles, trying to feel its softness, but I still feel blades beneath my skin. A low rumbling of thunder becomes the uneasy murmurs of Orodruin, for a moment I can taste ash in the air, feel its heat on my skin.
This isn’t working. Unnamed and irrational terror grips my heart once again, and it will not let go so easily.
I consider waking Celeair. He could help. I want to let him hold me again. I need his soft voice and gentle hands to drive away this… this madness.
But my throat tightens and my hands tremble, my eyes burn with uncried tears. An all too familiar fear seizes my heart now. I could not speak without my voice breaking, I feel weak and pathetic. I cannot let him see me like this. I stand up, quickly and quietly as I can, and head outside.
The rain pours down in heavy, loud sheets. The cold water shocks my skin as I walk further out. That’s good. Cold is good. It’s far away from Thorzhaf. I lift my face to the black sky and let the water wash over my face, quenching the burning in my eyes. The rain is loud, everything else seems quiet. Finally. I stand there for a long while, letting the rain be the only thing I feel, hear, and think as it soaks through my hair and clothes. I finally feel like I can breathe again.
I do not know how long it's been, but I guess I should head inside soon, although I am reluctant to leave this cold reprieve, everything I came out here to escape is all too likely to come back then. Maybe I can stay out a little longer.
I thought I heard someone say something, that’s odd-
“Margim…?” Celeair’s voice almost makes me jump, how long has he been out here? I see him standing nearby with his cloak drawn tightly around him, straining his eyes to see me in the darkness.
“Yes, I’m here,” I answer quietly, barely being heard over the rain.
“Are you alright?” A rhetorical question, for he already knows that the answer, if not an outright ‘no’, is most certainly not ‘yes’. I think that normally— and I will fully admit my point of reference for ‘normal’ is shaky at best— most people do not stand out in thunderstorms in the middle of the night when they’re having a good time. Suffice to say, I’m in no position to lie to him.
But I hesitate, the worry in his eyes fills me with shame. “I… do not know,” I mutter in response.
He steps forward and gently takes my arm in his hands, “let’s go back inside,” he says softly, “I think this rain will do little good for either of us.” he takes a step back towards the door, and I wordlessly follow him back into the house.
He wastes no time in stoking the firepit and providing it with fresh logs, and soon enough the room is lit up with an inviting orange glow. I stand nearby, half expecting an interrogation as to the reason I was seemingly trying to catch my death of cold, but Celeair asks nothing of me. Instead he just sits down in the small pile of furs near the fire, leaving plenty of room for me beside him.
“Well, you’re not going to get very dry over there” he looks at me expectantly, but I can still detect concern in his voice. Reluctantly I sit down next to him, the heat from the fire feels soothing, and I try not to let it remind me of anything else.
“...I’m sorry,” I murmur, “I did not mean to wake you.”
“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he says plainly, stretching out his hands to the fire to warm them “Truly, I think being awake is the least of my concerns at the moment.”
“It was only a nightmare, I did not mean to trouble you over it,” I look away from him, ashamed “I just… needed to clear my head.”
“You know, you don’t have to worry about waking me up next time, if you think it could be of any help. I wouldn’t mind.”
“I know… I wanted to but I… I don’t know why I couldn’t," the words come haltingly from me "It’s just… I felt so weak, on the brink of shattering, I couldn’t… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
my brow furrows in frustration, I make it sound like a matter of wounded pride, but that is not what I’m trying to say to him. I am not a prideful woman, I think there is little for me to be proud of. It’s just that Celeair is not a fighter, he knows not how to wield a blade nor has any desire to, so to a large extent he relies on me for protection. I don’t like letting him see me so weak. I want him to feel safe around me, like I can protect him from all harm, but how can he when I cannot even protect myself from myself? When I can be broken by a mere memory? I hate the thought of anyone seeing me in such a state, especially him.
Celeair reaches for my hand and gently holds it, his fingers slotting perfectly between my own. He says nothing, merely offering a simple gesture of comfort as he sits in thoughtful silence.
“In my line of work I see everyone at their lowest,” he says quietly after some thought, “rendered helpless by sickness or injury. I’ve tended to everyone from the common man to the mightiest of warriors, and never thought any less of them for it,” he gives my hand a gentle reassuring squeeze, “because no one is untouchable. You aren’t weak for being hurt.”
“I certainly don’t feel very strong either,” the slight tremble in my voice betrays that fact all too well.
“No one does, not when they’re in this much pain." his thumb gently bushes mine in a soothing motion, "It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially after everything you’ve lived through.”
I just look on into the fire, not knowing what to say. I know he’s telling the truth, I know he is the last person in the world who would ever think less of me for even a display as pathetic as this, but it still feels pathetic nonetheless.
And, I do not think it’s just that… the thought of allowing myself to be so broken, openly, for someone to see -even someone I trust as much as Celeair- just feels so wrong. Terrifying, actually.
Weakness and fear go hand in hand for me, where one is the other follows closely behind. If I am weak I am afraid, weakness meant death in Mordor, and it is an instinct that is not easily unlearned. I know that no harm will come to me here, but my heart never seems to believe it.
“I am not ashamed, I’m just afraid.” I finally croak out, wishing my voice would not so readily betray the fact that I am on the brink of tears. I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to bury the sorrow welling up in my eyes. To my credit, after a few shaky breaths, I manage it.
“Is there anything I might do to help?” he asks.
I pause in thought, I don’t know if there’s anything he can do to make this go away, but… “a hug couldn’t hurt,” I reply sheepishly.
Swiftly but gently Celeair puts his arms around my waist and pulls himself close to me. I instinctively return the hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him desperate to feel his warmth.
…and forgetting that my clothes have not yet had time to dry.
“Oh. Now I’ve gone and soaked you too…” I mumble apologetically.
“Oh noo, how horrible,” he says with a soft laugh, laying his head on my shoulder as he snuggles closer to me, completely undeterred by my sopping wet clothes “I suppose we’ll simply have to huddle for warmth then, nothing else to be done about it.” I cannot help but smile slightly at his words. It’s a good thing he doesn't mind, because I do not plan to let go of him anytime soon. It's hard to think about much else when I'm holding him like this.
Everything is finally quiet again.
#lotro#lotro oc#Margim#Celeair#sorry other WiPs I got distracted by something else entirely...... again.#whoopsie!
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re your post about it--i'm curious about your thoughts on the global middle ages! i did my bachelors in medieval studies and whenever somebody asks, i talk about how the medieval period refers to a specific historical arc in a specific geographical range where a specific group of cultures were mingling. we don't talk about "medieval australia" in the same way we don't talk about "third intermediate period british isles" or "edo period caribbean," right? my thinking is that that's because the various cultural moments that led us to denote that date range as a specific period didn't happen in every culture, everywhere. the history of other geopolitical regions is periodized in ways that reflect historians' ideas of those regions' own major cultural shifts and such.
now i absolutely have not been keeping up with current discussions in the field, and if it's a whole thing totally feel free to tell me to just google it. but if you do have thoughts about it that you want to share, or literature to point me towards, i'd love to hear!
I think it kind of is A Whole Thing right now, alas, but! I do think the original idea of the global middle ages is important — it helps to gain a broader understanding of the premodern past. while “medieval” or “middle ages” has been used to almost exclusively refer to western europe c. 500-1500, we KNOW that there was trade and travel happening between europe, the SWANA region, and east asia, and that trade/travel certainly influenced culture/literature/etc. if we don’t also look to these regions we’re missing out on vital info about how the medieval world worked in direct contact with the western european regions we typically associate with the middle ages. in addition, thinking globally can also invite collaboration across disciplinary boundaries that are set apart for the reasons you mention — I’m thinking, for instance, of the interesting and important work that scholars like tarren andrews, suzanne conklin akbari, adam miyashiro, brenna duperon, etc., have been doing in collaboration between indigenous studies and medieval studies. nahir otaño-gracia has also been doing some interesting work on caribbean medievalisms and we know from late medieval/early modern documents that medieval understandings of race and monstrosity went hand in hand with the colonial projects of western europe.
one of the issues that’s been going around with global middle ages though is 1) it’s still not really “global” (for the reasons above, the research has mostly been focused on SWANA/east asia) and 2) it often tends to end up in the “I am giving my class one non-western european text (or maybe even just mandeville or marco polo or a crusade chronicle) in our survey class and patting myself on the back for my global syllabus” area OR the “this field is so incredibly not diverse and perhaps some of these people should think about why and how they’re engaging with these regions/cultures” issue re: extractive reading/research practices that don’t engage with the cultures whose history/practices/literature they’re using (tarren andrews’ work does a really good job of laying this out)
I personally would love if there were more collaboration happening across fields to make conversations about the premodern world across geopolitical and historical boundaries because I think it’s really interesting, and I think that how we set up periodization in history/literature creates artificial boundaries that can foreclose on understanding the diverse and interconnected nature of the medieval world. also the post I made was brought on by a public history book I’m reading about medieval women where I was thinking about how much I’d love to know about women in the medieval world outside of just western europe but it’s so much harder to find public history casual reading type stuff about those topics (and like. I can and do read academic books all the fucking time but I would love for some more public-facing stuff that’s a less intensive read)
#like I took a grad seminar on old french in the medieval world that was really interesting because we went all the way to east asia#but my undergrad survey courses? mostly england with a dash of scandinavia and france#anyway hope that makes sense it’s late at night and my brain is mostly done for the day
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Hiya, Tarren! how are you doing, Queen? ♥3♥
I see that you're taking RQs sooo~ how about Dry humping + Clavis?
(this is from the other list, but since it's nsfw I figured it'd be best to send it here. But if you prefer I send it to the other blog, lmk and I will ♥)
Thank you so much in advance :3
Dry Humping with Clavis
A/N: Hi Venus!!! I'm doing good, I've missed seeing you on my dash!! :< I'm so sorry this took so long to get to but I hope you like it! I just ended up making it gender neutral so I hope that's ok
Featuring: GN reader || Clavis x reader
Warnings: NSFW of course, grinding/dry humping, Clavis' naughty fingers, slight bondage, fingering, teensy bit of exhibitionism but not really; a horny Clavis is a dangerous Clavis 🤭
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Clavis is well known for his extremely troublesome fingers, capable of picking locks, setting up a multitude of traps, tying tricky knots, or even getting you into handcuffs. However, they're not always the asset he uses when he wants to show you his desire for you, and another such way is just a direct show, particularly through dry humping.
If he's in a playful mood and you both are taking your time in intimacy, he loves just slowly working you up while you're both still clothed, teasing and poking and prodding until you're just as needy as him. Of course, he's still using his mischievous fingers to write secrets across your thighs and hips, his lips are pressing sensual kisses to the nape of your neck. And in between, his hips are working a rhythm up against your backside, clothed erection firmly pressing against you and giving away his urgency.
He knows you can feel the heat of his body through his pants, as he can feel yours, and part of him wants to be buried inside you as soon as possible. But where's the fun in that? When he's in these moods, that infamous gentleman's persona is nowhere to be seen.
Sometimes the grinding is part of foreplay, getting you both hotter and hotter until you're ready to rip his clothes off and move on. In those cases, the grinding may continue even as you two lose layers of clothes. He also absolutely loves it when you reciprocate and grind against him instead, either one is good.
One of the fastest ways to make him melt is to grind against his thigh or even his cock, rubbing your arousal, clothed or not, against him as he can only watch you get off. He loves seeing you use him for your pleasure, it gets him high to see you wanting him so badly that you're taking matters into your own hands. Don't forget his naughty fingers are definitely assisting you with this, gripping your thigh or your hip to help guide you against him.
If you really want to make him lose his mind, just add in some handcuffs or ribbon to hold back his hands and he's over the moon. Even if he can probably get out of it very easily (after all, no one can get out of locks or ties like Clavis can), he'll still indulge you, enjoying the challenge of how long he can last without touching you. Alternatively, it's fun to see how quickly he cums just because of that.
If you two aren't planning for penetration, sometimes this is even the main event, just rubbing against each other as he showers you in sweet, needy kisses. If he's on his back in bed, he loves it if you use your hands on his body, playing with his nipples or scratching along his abdomen, and he's happy to return the favor.
However, he also loves making it a challenge and humping against you as you're both standing, sometimes pressed against a wall or over his desk. In those cases, he's nipping at your ear from behind, whispering dirty little things to you and slipping a hand between your legs to play with your arousal or even fingering you until you cum from his hand alone.
He's particularly likely to do this if you're trying to be quiet/not get caught. He wants to see how quickly he can get you off like this, teasing you about how much you love his touch and how you couldn't wait for later when there's no risk of getting caught. But don't be fooled, he's just as eager as you are, and although he doesn't really like the idea of someone seeing you in such a compromising position, it's still titillating to consider.
Overall, Clavis loves dry humping with you. He's such a menace with it, the supposed gentleman consideration long since gone, but if you indulge him, it's one of his favorite types of foreplay or just general pleasurable activities with you.
#clavis x reader#clavis lelouch#ikemen prince#ikepri clavis#ikepri hcs#ikepri smut#spicy minx 🔥#the minx can write ✍️
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Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 6: Rashad
Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)
Fandom: TRR
Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend
Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter Synopsis: A case of mistaken identity plagues Rashad.
Word Count: 975
Rating: MA
Warning: language
This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.
“Well, there’s no way we’re getting back on the other side of the street anytime soon,” Leo observed, “So we might as well make the most of it!”
Rashad opened his mouth to reply, but before he got the chance, unseen hands grabbed him, and an unfamiliar voice called out, “Hey, Ricky! What the fuck are you doing off the float?”
Rashad found himself jerked from the ground and dragged onto a moving platform covered in an explosion of gold, green and purple flowers, streamers, and ribbons. A statue of Bacchus graced the center of the float.
“What is happening?” He yelped.
The float was filled with people all wearing identical costumes, inexplicably the exact same outfit he was wearing!
So much for Max’s promise of originality.
“I got these t-shirts for everyone!” Max was brimming with excitement as he passed them out. They were all emblazoned with individual slogans.
“Max, I am not wearing a shirt that says “It ain’t gonna suck itself! That…that’s vulgar!”
“It’s talking about the crawfish! I looked them up! They’re a type of crustation! Like a small lobster-“
“I know what a crawfish is, Max! That’s hardly the point!”
“It’s fine,” Max waved a hand dismissively in the air, “No one will see it anyway because of the suit.”
“I know you! You’re Chowder’s friend Ricky!” A woman with a Cajun accent greeted him, “Thanks for filling in at the last minute!”
“No…I…uh…”
The float lurched to a stop. The woman shoved a bucket of beads in his hands, “Toss those out to the crowd!”
“But I’m not-“ The woman had already turned around and was tossing beads to the crowd on the other side of the float.
“Beads! Beads! Beads!” the crowd chanted.
“Come on, Ricky! Toss the damn beads!” The man who had hauled him onto the float yelled.
With a shrug, Rashad turned and leaned down and over the edge as he tossed the beads.
A woman that had to be three times his age lurched over the edge of the float and lunged for him, “You’re cute! Come to momma!”
“Oh! I…” he stumbled backward but not before her teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“Ow!” His head jerked back but then forward again as he realized pulling away was making the situation worse.
“Hey, Ricky, stop kissing the GILF and get back up here! We’re moving again!”
“Wha-?” he tried to yell, “No!”
The float rolled forward, his body moving with it. The woman stumbled along next to them, refusing to release his lips.
“We’ve got a clinger!” A voice yelled.
“On it!” A second voice replied. The woman that had handed him the bucket darted over to the edge of the float and spritzed the one attached to his lips with a super soaker.
“Hey!” The woman yelped, releasing Rashad’s lips as she stumbled back away from the edge of the float.
“Thanks!” Rashad rubbed his mouth tenderly.
“No problem, Ricky!” She slapped him on the back with a smile.
“I’m not-“
“Hey, Ricky!” The man who had pulled him onto the float called, “Welcome to the club! That happened to me about seven years back and the bitch pulled me all the way off! That’s why you never lean over the edge! And why Nancy there carries the water gun!”
“Good to know…” Rashad mumbled as he resumed tossing beads into the crowd.
“I’m Mike, you’ve met Nancy,” the man said, then pointed to the closest members of the krewe, “that’s Frank, Emerson, Blake, Tarren, and Gloria!”
“Nice to meet everyone,” Rashad responded politely, “But I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I’m not-“
He was cut off and drowned out as the band began to play again. He glanced around at his surroundings. The float he was on was moving, crowds pressed in from both sides, and there were no easy means of egress in sight.
Nancy pulled him to a giant chest filled with beads and other plastic trinkets and scooped a bucket full then handed it to him and pointed to Frank.
Rashad finally got the idea and spent the next hour alternating between tossing beads himself and filling and delivering buckets to the other members of the krewe.
He quickly settled into a system that kept everyone’s buckets full. He made polite chit-chat between band numbers and began to enjoy the act of tossing goodies into outstretched hands. It was amazing how happy people were to receive such little things.
“We’re almost at the end of the route!”
“Time to crown our king!”
“I vote for Ricky!”
“Yeah, he saved us from being short a man, nearly gotten eaten by a GILF, turned out to be a damn good bucket man, and has been an overall good sport about all of it!”
“Who votes for Ricky?”
Chants of “Ricky! Ricky! Ricky!” filled the air.
“Ricky it is! Get over here, Ricky!”
“Oh…ah..okay…” Rashad turned to Nancy, “What’s a GILF?”
She guffawed as she told him, “A grandmother I’d like to fuck!”
“Ohh…” he didn’t have time to react as he was pulled to the center of the float and an ornate plastic replica of the Imperial State Crown of England was placed on his head.
“All hail King Ricky!” A chorus of cheers broke out.
“Yay! King Ricky!”
“Long live King Ricky!”
“Ricky’s the man!”
The float came to a stop and Rashad scrambled off of it.
“Hey, Ricky!” Mike called, “Tell Chowder I said his ass better show up for the next PTA meeting!”
“Sure!” Rashad turned around, “Hey, which way is the Golden Lantern?”
“That way!” Mike pointed, “About six blocks up, then take a left and go four blocks over!”
“Thanks!” Rashad waved over his shoulder as he checked his watch. If he hurried, he’d make it just in time for Max’s birthday meetup.
#mardi gras#trr fanfiction#choicesprompts#choicesholidays#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week
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LOL @ your response to first memory of me, I do like to leave my very... very long comments in the tags 😂 but your fics were so good and I just wanted to gush about your writing and about these silly little fictional people. So I'm glad that that's what I'm being remembered for haha
Uwaaah i missed this 😭 i'm sorry tarren
The comments were so nice!! And i always got all excited because you highlighted sruff that I was hoping people would catch onto, and sometimes youd be the only person commenting it, so I got mega excited :') thank u for always being super kind with me
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Hiya Krys, trick or treat! 🍬🎃
Hi Tarren! For you, I'll do a lil drabble on the spot for ya! Based on Lucifer's Devilgram story Trust and Poison bc I love it so much!
You still refused to look at him, choosing quite intently to stare at the cake before you, the sponge decorated with human world whipped cream and strawberries tempting even to his senses. Lucifer had brought you here as an apology, explaining what had happened to Diavolo and Barbatos (both getting a good laugh at the story), and now he wanted to make up for his transgression against you.
If only you would just look at him. Even with Diavolo's coaxing, you still refused.
"Tell Lucifer to not use Barbatos and his cakes to apologize for his mistakes." You said to Diavolo sitting across the table, when Lucifer was just at your elbow, just a face-turn away. Lucifer's brow furrowed.
"You insolent little-"
"Haha," Diavolo laughed again, "now, now, you two. Let's calm down. No need to let such a delicious looking cake go to waste, now is there?"
You looked down and bit her lip, stubborn.
"[Name]," Diavolo said gently, "Please forgive Lucifer. In some ways, he can be rather clumsy. But, I'm sure he regrets his actions. You can see it his face."
"Diavolo, stop it."
Finally, finally, you turned your eyes towards his, his cheeks lightly tinged. And, like the heavens parting to let the sun shine through, a small smile appeared.
"Okay, I forgive you."
"…You do?" Lucifer blinked.
"But… only if you cut the cake for me."
Lucifer chuckled softly, relieved as he reached for a fork and cut a small piece for you, bringing it up to your mouth.
Askbox Trick or Treat!
#meme thingys#krys's adventures in fanfiction#obey me#lucifer (obey me)#ask box trick or treat#I still think about this devilgram story more than I probably should#lol
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TARREN. I saw your tags on that ex husband post and saw that you mentioned Nanami and SQUEALED. drunken love confessions?? you best believe I'm dropping whichever man I am with slkdjfslk I can't resist him at all
Sorry this reply is late but YESSSSSS nanami is so perfect for divorced AU!!! Although it hurts, he just fits it so well
Like although he always looks so serious and no-nonsense, the moment you get to know him, you realize how much love he has in his heart. The love he has for his students, for his hobbies, for the people he works to protect, he's a passionate man within that tough shell and that's the man you ended up falling in love with.
[GN reader, mention of kids, mention of alcohol/drinking, pining, angst]
But even though he's so passionate and thoughtful, that's not enough to make a marriage successful. Problems still come up, arguments about small things that eventually build up, differences in beliefs. Nanami meant to quit the sorcery life when he proposed to you, but it's hard to quit the field when he knew just how much good he was capable of. And so a divorce was inevitable. You're the one to bring it up, and he agrees without a fight.
Even if there are kids involved, you both know that this is unfortunately the best arrangement you can work out: divorcing so that you're no longer legally tied to him. You can marry again if you want, move on and make a family with someone that can dedicate the time to you that you deserve, without risk of suddenly losing them one day to something as awful and haunting as curses. He'll still help you financially, of course, being involved with the kids and getting involved in important events in their life, making sure they are raised knowing they are loved and taken care of.
Despite how unfortunate the whole situation is, Nanami is polite, he's courteous. In fact, it's almost frustrating how noble and charitable he is during the whole thing. You know the emotions he's capable of, and you'd never do him the discourtesy of assuming he wasn't affected. But some part of you wanted, hoped, that maybe he would have protested the divorce, would have fought to keep you and to stay together. But you know it's not fair to ask that of him after you're the one who asked for the divorce in the first place.
Even after the divorce has processed and you two settle into a manageable schedule as time passes, something in you still hopes for this. But you start to expect it less and less, finally getting ready to move on with your life and start meeting new people. That is, until you both get invited out to a friend's birthday party, with access to alcohol. It's easy enough to catch up with one another; you two always had great chemistry. One drink turns to two, then four, then you've lost track as you get lost in shared memories, laughing so hard you cry over silly things that only the two of you know. And somewhere amidst the reminiscing, Nanami is looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, telling you the words you gave up on expecting after all this time.
"I'm still in love with you."
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Starting out with an out there option -- Margim!
(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)
oh interesting! torn on weather this would make the starting zone Mordor or Dunland (or somewhere in-between). hmm I think we'll go with Dunland, bc Mordor would basically just end up as either "Bitter Ash and Stubborn Flowers but You are Celeair" or "Stout-Axe 2: Electric Boogaloo" lol
So your character is traveling through northern Dunland, as one does, and encounters a gleaming white stag. It runs away when you approach, but stops before it gets out of eyeshot and looks back at you, almost as if it's expecting you to follow. So you do follow it, briefly lose sight of it, and find yourself on the outskirts of an encampment of clanless Dunlanding brigands. You see someone else besides you lurking outside the camp and quietly approach them
She introduces herself as Margim, and you learn that she was led here in the same way you were. The quest text would make note of her strange and somewhat unnatural appearance, but weather or not your character actually knows what the yellow eyes and ashy skin mean is left ambiguous. (she is still wearing her armor from Mordor, but at this point she's scuffed off any eye emblems denoting it as such, so the PC would only notice that it seems badly damaged)
Regardless, the quest tracker would read "remain on guard" while you're talking to her.
She will tell you that she has been watching the camp for a little while now, and saw that the brigands seem to have captured some people from a nearby village. While she's not sure exactly why the stag led you both here, she guesses it might have something to do with that. She will mention that she has not been in Dunland for very long and has found very little welcome from its inhabitants, but that "it's understandable" and she holds no ill will towards them, so she wishes to help the captured people. Your character, of course, agrees to help her rescue them. Because even if you don't trust her, There Are People Who Need Help and what kind of adventurer would you be if you passed that up?
(This bit is unnecessary, but it would be funny to have the classic "let's have a quick sparring match to see if you know how to fight, here's my spare [Your Classe's Weapon] you can use, just [Right Click] on that satchel-" etc etc. while you're like, right outside the camp presumably trying to be sneaky. It's somewhat immersion breaking but also I think it would be funny)
anyway, you go in, kick ass, [untie prisoners: 3/3] and regroup outside. The people, who you learn belong to the Stag Clan, are grateful but still seem a bit wary of you, at least until learning that you were both led there by a visage of a White Stag. They don't know exactly what that means either, but evidently the White Stag is a Big Deal to them and one showing up is almost always a good omen. They then invite you to Lhan Tarren so they can properly thank you for helping them.
short timeskip, you've arrived in the village and had a small feast to celebrate the return of the captured villagers. Margim will mention that she found it a little overwhelming to be around so many people, but she is grateful that, for once, she seems to be welcome somewhere. "At least for the time being", she adds.
Now that everything is winding down you're both getting ready to leave, but are approached by Elain, who offers to let you stay in her house if you would like to remain in the village a bit longer. (They just get so few visitors you see, and she's very excited to hear about all your adventures!)
the player character respectfully declines (they have to go Looking for Adventure), but Margim just looks genuinely shocked and goes
"..."
"...I'm allowed to stay?"
and the instance basically ends there.
it might actually work similarly to the River-Hobbit intro, being a short adventure your character does on their way north that eventually ends with you arriving in Mossward (although for it to work with the timeline your character would need to stay in Mossward/somewhere between Trum Dreng and Mossward for a few years before the orc attack that sets everything in motion lol)
#also when I mentioned a while back that Margim and Lothrandir might have met one another before#this was actually the circumstances I was imagining. well one of them at least#the player character here is swapped out for Lothrandir basically lol#ask game#lotro#lotro oc#Margim#elain lotro
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Hiya, Tarren 💜 how you doing? 😊
For the nsfw alphabet ask game mau I please request C, D, I, K & V with Nanamin and Diavolo?
(Ik those are a lot of letters so choose your faves honestly, cause I clearly cannot 😂)
Lots of love for youuuu~ 💕
Hello Venus my love 💜💜 im doing alright!! How about you? And haha its no worries, I'd love to do those letters for our favorite men! Thanks for submitting! Lots of love right back~
Going under a cut since I can't help but write long answers 😅 (each one is a full essay help) got a little filthy, don't mind me
[Minors/ageless blogs DNI]
Nanami Kento
C = Cum
Nanami enjoys cumming while inside, for sure. Of course, if you can get pregnant, he always makes sure to be safe when doing so and wears a condom; especially if he's still working as a sorcerer, if something happened to him, he doesn't want to saddle you with his child by yourself. He'll only go unprotected if you're trying to make a family or there's no chance of it happening and you both have been tested. Meanwhile, cumming on you is a messy business, so he'll save that for shower sex or if you’re really feeling dirty that evening. Texture/consistency-wise, it's a little on the thinner side, and may be a little bitter from his alcohol consumption.
D = Dirty Secret
Ohhhhh yes stoic, serious men hiding dirty little secrets is so good. I'm not sure why but for some reason, I imagine Nanami likes sniffing underwear. Or at the least, he enjoys pocketing it, maybe jacks off with it. If it feels like they're missing from your laundry, they may be hidden deep in his dresser drawer... I also feel like he'd be into voyeurism?? Nothing is hotter to him than your pleasure, and it's a different experience seeing someone else bring you to new heights.
I = Intimacy
Nanami is very intimate during sex. He loves holding your hands during lovemaking or when he's going down on you, making eye contact with you, kissing your neck and shoulders. He won't really say mushy things outright (maybe in the aftercare) but you can see the love in his eyes.
K = Kink
Oooh I definitely imagine this man has some deep hidden kinks. Shibari is my number one vote. It takes time, patience, skill, and it's an art form all on its own; this makes it perfect for him. Edging is another; he loves controlling your pleasure, knowing just how to break down your defenses and get you writhing for him.
V = Volume
I personally imagine Nanami to be on the quiet side in bed. He definitely seems like one of those types that grunts quietly instead of moans, and anyway he wants to focus on hearing the noises you make when he's fucking you. But if he's particularly worked up or you catch him off guard with a move, you might just happen to pull a quiet but gorgeous, deep moan from him.
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Diavolo
C = Cum
I think we can all agree that Diavolo has a major breeding kink. It's in his very DNA and the way he was raised, after all. He inherited/will inherit the kingdom from his father, and it only stands to reason he would need an heir to eventually pass it on to them as well. So with that being said, he loves to cum inside 90% of the time, even if it can't get you pregnant. But on occasion, when he wants to mark you or you're both feeling especially filthy, he likes to cum on you, like your chest or face. Texture/consistency wise, he has thick cum that slowly oozes, and thanks to Barbatos making him healthy meals, it tastes decent. And of course, he cums a lot hehe.
D = Dirty Secret
Hmm I'd have to say Dia might like being degraded??? He's such an upbeat, positive person, he's so powerful and intelligent, I'm sure the citizens of the Devildom are constantly singing his praises. So to have someone turn around and degrade him, knock him down a few pegs, it's incredibly titillating. Tie him up, deny him, while doing this and it's the icing on the cake.
I = Intimacy
Diavolo is a very intimate lover. The love in his eyes is clear as day when you two are making love, and he loves holding you in his arms, so cuddle fucking is sure to happen. He also makes sure to vocalize his love as well as covering you with kisses. He's definitely big into praising and complimenting you all throughout and right after sex, and he'll call you every pet name you can handle.
K = Kink
These are probably super common and overused (sorry), but here goes. As mentioned above, I definitely see Dia with a breeding kink. Besides that, size kink is also a definite, after all the man is massive and incredible strong. If he's the dom in the relationship and topping, he'll use his size to play you like a little toy. He'll be very into face-sitting/queening as well, being used for your pleasure gets him so rock hard and desperate. And as mentioned previously, degradation kink for the reason listed above.
V = Volume
I headcanon Diavolo to also be a grunter, but he definitely seems more vocal (we've heard the way he laughs, he doesn't hold anything back lol). He's a bit of a louder lover, his grunts reverberate through your body when he's railing you or vice versa. And when he moans, it almost rattles the room sometimes. He's not afraid of being loud (RIP Barbatos), he wants you to know just how much pleasure you bring to him.
Send me a character(s) and letter(s) from the A-Z NSFW headcanon list!
#nanami kento#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk hcs#obey me diavolo#obey me shall we date#obey me smut#obey me hcs#obey me thirsts#jjk thirsts#spicy minx 🔥
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Hi hi Tarren! These are my fave kinds of ask games, could I please ask these? 💕
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
Hope you are having a good day! 💖
Hi, J! I've got a long work week ahead of me, but just thinking about the payoff and trying to push to the end! 💖 Hope you're having a good day!
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
Oh, alrighty, hehe. Here's a piece from the next chapter of IAFMWBTY!
“Why’d you do it?” he finally asks. “Why’d you leave?”
“I told you in the note-”
“I’m not asking what the damn note said, I’m asking you.”
You don’t sugarcoat it. There’s no reason to anymore. “I want to be more with you. I know you can’t give that to me so I made a decision for the both of us.”
“And what if I want to give it to you?”
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
Oh!! I really really want to write for Boba Fett. I have one smutty half of a ficlet stowed away somewhere, but that's it. Someone I have never ever written anything at all for that I'd love to try is Bucky Barnes! I have maybe an idea for something, but not really. I also just don't think I can do his characterization justice.
fanfic ask game
#thanks for asking 💖#tarren answers#iafmwbty#iafmwbty update#ulysses klaue x reader#boba fett#bucky barnes
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Oooh perhaps #12 with Jin? I read that prompt and immediately thought of him, and maybe writing for one of our favorite man will help the writing slump!
💜 Jin + #12 “Wow, look at my baby taking all of me.” 💜
NSFT under cut. MDNI. You have been warned.
Fffffffffffff- this was hot ngl. Ty Tarren!!! 😘
Just over 200 words. Smut. Mirror sex. Implied bareback. Reader has female genitalia.
Prompt from this list.
Your heart pounded in your chest, breathing ragged as you watched the scene before you. Facing away from Jin as you were impaled on his shaft wasn't his usual go-to, however, the present he had delivered earlier was now being put to good use. A full length mirror on a base with wheels stood at the end of the bed to showcase your joining. A whimper is ripped from your lips as Jin thrusts into your heat, one hand pressing on your lower abdomen and the other under your cheeks to support your position over him. Your arm was slung over his shoulder so he could indulge in every delectable sight and sound you would give him.
"Wow..." He breathed, rocking you on his cock and feeling him so, so deep. His hand trailed further down over your clit to feel the way he bottomed out in you, spreading your combined slick up and over the sensitive nub. Your head fell back with a deep moan onto his shoulder and he removes his hand to push your head back up. To make you look. To ensure you're watching just how well he fucks you. "Look at my baby taking all of me."
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Okay, so I honestly don't like talking about paper mario that much anymore. Over the past two years or so, I really started to realize how chaotic and toxic the fandom can get, and I wanted little to no part of it.
With that being said.....
Super Paper Mario is probably one of the most important and nostalgic mario games to me. It was one of the first mario games I have played! Alongside Super Mario Galaxy 1 and 2 and New Super Mario Bros Wii, when I got my first Nintendo console, the Wii, back in 2016. I was already having fun with Galaxy 1 & 2 and NSMBW, but everything changed when I got Super Paper Mario for Christmas that year. Now, everyone, for the most part, talks about the story of spm and how good it is. But for me, what really captured my interests was the unique art style and how weird the game was. The geometric patterns in the backgrounds, doors, walls, and tarren. The characters made out of different shapes and the way they moved. Almost like the artwork on a stain glass window coming life. The vibrant colors. Most people seem to not like the weird geometric style of this game, but I don't know, I believe it helps it stand out from all the other Paper Mario games. And me personally, I was always fascinated by geometric art and how cool and detailed they can get. It is one of the things that inspired my art as a young artist. And let's not forget about the games dialog and humor. This game is so weird and random. I will never forget about Merlee, this pretty looking woman stuffed herself in toilet bowl just so she could hide from Mimi. Or how Peach took control of the game so she could blow up a dating simulator. This game is just so funny and puts a dumb smile on my face.
I have a soft spot Paper Mario the Origami King, as I feel that has a lot of charm in its own way. But Super Paper Mario has become a bit of a comfort game for me. I recently started playing it again, and it's still as good as I remember.
I don't know where this post is going. I just started thinking about Super Paper Mario again after the Paper Mario the Thousand Year door remake was announced( I can't wait to finally play that game, by the way) and remember how happy that game made me feel.
I don't even know if I am old enough to say what games were nostalgic for yet. But Super Paper Mario just brings back so many fond memories of my early relationships with Mario and Nintendo as a whole. ❤️
Below is my copy of the game.
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💌😚❤️
hi tarren! 💖💕 you are so cool, my friend! Your blog has such an awesome vibe, and I am so in awe of the beautiful video edits you make and your playlists - they are always so good!
And I am such a big fan of your fics as well, the way you write Alfred and Klaue have me absolutely melting. I love the way you tackle emotion and conflict and they storytelling in IAFYWBTY and WTNIO (I am so eager to see where Dulce and Alfred’s story goes!) you always have the absolute coolest ideas (still thinking about Alfred and his fae and regency!alfred and ahh your Valentine’s Day fic! 💕)
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[send me a 💌 and i’ll tell u something i love about you]
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15 Questions, and (not 15) mutuals lmao
I was tagged by @highwayphantoms ty!
Are you named after anyone?
I was named after my paternal prababka- it's a lovely name, but I only let my family use it. IRL I typically go by either my chosen name, Tarren, or by my first two initials. My middle name was inherited from my maternal grandfather. It's quite unique and I am rather fond of it. My family traditionally takes one or both given names from the kid's grandparents/great-grandparents.
When was the last time you cried?
That would be last night bc I watched a sad movie :^)
Do you have kids?
Not yet! I plan to have maybe two children, if everything works out. I would also like to foster or guardian one additional kid too.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Constantly! It's the easiest type of joking I ever learned.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
My eyes tend to drift just to the cheekbones for some reason when I meet people. I don't feel comfortable making direct eye-contact until I have established some kind of acquaintanceship I suppose? So it's close to the eyes, but not quite. I see the texture there, the shape of the hair. Colors of all, etc. This question is kind of hard to answer because it can also be interpreted as, what stands out first when meeting, right? Not just the initial glance. So I suppose I notice and pay attention to someone's voice a lot when building new relationships.
What’s your eye color?
They're hazel! I'm fond of them. Some lights the major tone is grey, in others green. Some brown in the center. A lot of friends have thought they were brown entirely until I started wearing contacts more frequently & were genuinely shocked.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Yes. Both. Good. Yes. I love horror and supernatural elements, I just don't like the unbearable and overwhelming doom some horror media has about it. I like the contrasts of joy and humor and horror.
Any special talents?
When I was little I could bend my back in half! I have an uncanny sense of time; If I set something in the oven or microwave, I'll go back and get on my computer. Almost without fail, I'll sit up and go 'oh I should check on that really quick!' and the microwave or toaster oven will beep/ding, the timer will go off, etc, the second I step foot in the kitchen. If I go to bed and say 'I'd like to wake up at 8' I will always wake up within 20 mins of either side of 8, regardless of when I went to sleep.
Where were you born?
Technically, in York, Maine, though we lived in Kittery. I loved Maine. Very much my kind of weather.
What are your hobbies?
:^) Well. Writing, digital art, painting, sewing, researching obscure topics, video games, espresso/coffee making and latte art, cooking, tea collecting/blending, medicinal herbs, gardening, (does ren faire obsession count as a hobby?), baking. Some of those are more prominent as actual hobbies than others. I hope soon to get into archery. One day I'd like to get back into horseback and violin or cello.
What sports do you play/have played?
I am simply not athletic 👍🏻
How tall are you?
I'm 5'8".
Favorite subject in school?
In High School, I didn't have time to take art classes while doing orchestra, unfortunately. But I did enjoy orchestra the most, I think. In College, I took a Non-fiction Creative Writing class that truly changed my view of nonfiction, being creative, and how to create boundaries when writing from personal events. Literally life-changing lol.
Dream job?
Woof. Uh, anything. I'm going to probably end up being a Research Psych, but if I could legitimately never work again and have a semi-self sufficient household where I could do things like art and gardening without worrying about capitalism, but could also manage to buy supplemental groceries and modern needs that would be. Ideal.
I'll go ahead and tag @sharpe-teeth @darethshirl @moss-flesh @siennamain @bluewren @fade-touched-shenanigans and @glowing-blue-feathermage
None of y'all have to do it of course, but I find these kind of things fun and an easy way to get to know everybody! :^)
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