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yoonia · 5 months
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🌹 <3
“It’s a pleasure to meet you tonight,” he said, still with his gentle voice that almost felt like sin licking on your skin when he called you, “Red.”  [A Christmas Fix - Taehyung x reader]
for every “🌹” i’ll post one random sentence from my WIP
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1-800-iluvhockey · 1 year
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Ik when he came home Jack and Quinn gave him shit for it and Jack probably said some cocky shit like look the Walmart version of mine
LMFAO
I cackled
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suguwu · 5 months
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🐻… in the sense that ur brain is so big its SCARY !!! u just never miss 👍 but truly u are 🐹 bc ur sweet n cute <3333
oops i missed this yesterday but ahhhh thank you so much this is so cute lmao i'm delighted you think my brain is big!!! i am glad i am truly 🐹 tho <3
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reginrokkr · 10 months
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🔍and🔪
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🔍: Something you look for on other’s blogs.
A rules section coupled with honesty. Through reading someone's rules, you can imagine the lines that delimit the mun's mentality in the topics that are commonly addressed and whatever they choose to add that isn't as common. To me, as a mun, it helps me decide if I follow said blog or not depending on multiple factors: a) if what I do doesn't conflict with the other's rules b) if I agree with what's stated (sometimes I loosen this limit myself even if I disagree with x point, only if it doesn't concern me directly) and c) if they're honest, they follow their own rules and are consequent with what they ask.
Which leads me to the honesty part. I've encountered people who, be it out of being distracted while reading my rules or because they haven't read them to begin with, would follow my blog even though when I later checked their blog, there is a clear conflict between their rules and what I do or a conflict between rules that from my interpretation, would make a mutual follow incompatible. Sometimes I find amusing that even if I choose not to follow a blog, I have to respect the rules that the mun themselves aren't respecting for xyz reason.
Being consequent with what you demand is something I see lacking too, and I'll talk about an experience of mine to explain this: You can't go around demanding that people tag spoilers, only to state publicly 3-4 months later that you haven't played said quest you demanded to be tagged as spoilers nor know what happens in said quest simply... because you aren't interested in that part of the game origin that ties us in the same fandom. To me, that's completely inconsiderate towards others. All in all, if you establish something in your rules, you should be consequent and accept what will happen as a result of that. Likewise, if you demand something you should hold a degree of responsibility and not putting it all onto the other.
🔪: A fandom you refuse to associate with.
As I did in another post where I'm asked the same, I'll talk about Genshin Impact as that's where Dainsleif belongs. For this one, I'll focus on interpretations as it's a big reason of mine to stray from the fandom. It's obvious that there will be as many interpretations of what happens in the story as people play the game or choose to watch if they don't want to play it. There is no problem with that. The problem starts when there is a clear bias and when some are so blind in what they see or want to see that they shove it down everyone else's throat and if you don't agree with their point of view, then you're [introduce negative trait here].
While this is a great factor that influences one's interpretation, everyone is susceptible to have a bias and I'm not above that. Having a bias is not the problem either. The problem is being unable to differentiate what you see or want to see vs what objectively happens and put the blame on others who won't share what you say. This may affect to character interpretations (Childe is a character highly susceptible of this for several reasons I won't elaborate, so are the Archons and other characters susceptible of criticism like the Fatui or other Harbingers, etc) or ship wars that I won't touch.
Lore wise, this happens too when making comparisons with other titles of the same company. Like many others, I, too, have eyes and may notice similarities here and there between different games under the HYV brand. There isn't a problem with that either. But it becomes a problem when people bring concepts of different games into Genshin and, even if what they say can't be applied because it's factually wrong and there is objective proof of it, they become stubborn to the point that they won't listen to reason and blame you for not knowing enough or for sleeping on the lore. I could talk about the general perception of my own muse and what surrounds him too as another reason why I'd rather stay away from the fandom in terms of association, but many of the points I've already discussed here can be extrapolated to what concerns me directly as a Dainsleif RPer already.
Munday no-no and yes-yes list → Accepting! || @asteriskheart ; @maquiscursed ; @madrites ; @valorxdrive
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the-iron-orchid · 1 year
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Why not (Love is in the air ask game)
➡️🎁💞🥺 From Jewel to Jinana
(🎁 is a book about insects 🪲💚)
[ V-Day Asks ]
🎁➡ to give a gift
💞➡ to give a hug
🥺➡ to flirt shyly
"For me?" Jinana admires the cover of the book for a moment, titled Curious Insects of the World. Opening it reveals page after page of information about the world's strangest and most interesting bugs, from the giant stick insects of Prakra to the Magehunter Scarabs of Zadith. Meticulously illustrated plates show the creatures in all of their multi-legged glory.
"Ah, this brings me back... when I was a young apprentice, Master Borgia used to reward me for good behavior by letting me read his copy of this book. I've actually been hoping to get my hands on my own copy ever since."
"Oh!" A fetching pinkness has risen in Jewel's cheeks. "I just... thought you might like it!" The flush deepens. "Since it's the Heartsong Festival and all..."
Jinana smiles, setting the book carefully on the counter. S/he brings out a little clay pot with an iridescent glaze, the lid sealed with a disc of gold wax imprinted with the logo of a winged scarab rising from a lotus flower.
The pot contains a generous quantity of perfumed pomade, perfect for smoothing the hair or soothing the skin. Jewel breathes in the sweet essence of summer lilacs.
"We don't sell this... it's my own stock. And I don't ask how Heron manages to get rare enfleurage from Firent every year. But I think it will suit you - lilacs for your lilac hair."
Jewel seems to gather her courage, then steps forward to throw her arms around Jinana, surprising but not displeasing hir. S/he returns the hug with a gentle squeeze, murmuring hir thanks for the thoughtful gift.
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♫ !!
MUSIC MEME
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I know to be there When and where, I'll be there You know what's to be said We said out loud, we never said My ṗremonition of the world comes to me A sun in your eyes from the middle life Says I'm alright
You said you don't have to speak I can hear you I can't feel all the things you've ever felt before I said it's been a long time Since someone looked at me that way It's like you knew me And all the things I couldn't say
Together, to be
Music: Together to be - THE XX
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vaendaan · 5 months
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let's see... blood kink, knife kink, wax kink?
𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 | Accepting
𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝
fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this
❝This one depends. If the blood is already there...❞
𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞
fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this
❝While sparring matches can certainly... get the heart racing... violence has no business in the act of love making. Clothes are better ripped off anyway. Put the knife down.❞
𝐖𝐚𝐱
fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this
❝This is not the worst thing I've heard, though I don't understand it. Why would you volunteer to be burned? Unless it's for Karlach❞
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euphor1a · 6 months
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could you say yeonjoo?? or yeonnie?? yeonz??? (feel free to not use them lol I am not the best with nicknames)
These sound pretty great ngl kdjdjjd you really got me seriously thinking about it omg,,, hmm 🤔
I mean yeonjoo is definitely right up jungoo & mingoo’s alley 😁🙏🏼
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4doji · 1 year
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❛ㅤ𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙭ㅤ—ㅤ@neuroslayyer,ㅤ"are you okay?"
god, the magnitude of that question, how it cut clean through him. can he recall the last time anyone inquired his state of mind? or perhaps they were too afraid, already fully aware of the answer and seeing the futility of asking. does it warrant an honest answer? or was it just pleasantries?
does he know the answer himself, even if everyone else does?
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❛ㅤyeah. i've been through worse punches.ㅤ❜
you know that's not what they meant.
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lil-lemon-snails · 10 days
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decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<
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fatamorganatm · 2 years
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holly + hibiscus
❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]
holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
Isaiah has a very keen sense of intuition, one that he does unfortunately write off quite often. His father would frequently hammer it into his head that he was simply being paranoid and needed to get a better grip on reality, so he struggles against that often.
He is aware of his intuition and is trying to actively be better about listening to it, but he struggles often.
hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?
He sees these things as the former; worth preserving and caring for. He's a big believer that even the smaller, gentler, or even weaker things in life are extremely important. After all, how are you really meant to appreciate or understand the opposite without it?
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yoonia · 5 months
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🌹
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His eyes are cold, just as always, but you slowly begin to realise that whenever he is looking at you, there seems to be a dark, sinful tinge in his gaze that doesn’t really show when he is looking anywhere else.  [Hot Mess - Taehyung x reader]
for every “🌹” i’ll post one random sentence from my WIP
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1-800-iluvhockey · 1 year
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i just came across your sneak peek of “my only angel” with luke from a while ago and i loved it! is there a completed version anywhere?
tbh I was so embarrassed when I initially wrote that so long ago — and I never finished it 😭
everyone was going crazy for it and I never wrote anything like that before so I chickened out
so sorry bestie
granted now he is in the nhl and is getting closer to 20 so maybe I will actually make something like that for him
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Hello, I really like your art, and I assume you’ve likely already made a fire dragon, but a picture I took reminded me of your dragon art. So I thought I’d send it anyway and see if you could make a dragon from it or link towards the post of the fire dragon if you’d already made one.
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#107 - 火焰 (huǒyàn / flame) - Summon them with just a few dry sticks and a match! 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥
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nottsangel · 3 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/rafesmuse/743661178308427776/rafe-cameron-the-type-of-boyfriend-to-keep-your?source=share
this!!! but you’re Sarah’s best friend. Rafe being a dick constantly finds a way to flash your nudes in front of her. One day she asks when you got that tattoo because she’s never seen it before. You think no one but rafe should be able to see that tattoo, when the realisation hits you turn bright red and you definitely shout at him about it later that night but he’s too busy trying to undress you to listen
link!
omg pls he’s such a fucking dickhead sdjdkdkd like that man does not give a fuck! he’d be with sarah in the house when he ‘accidentally’ drops his wallet with your nudes inside of it and acts like he doesn’t notice so she picks it up for him. “rafe you dropped your wa- what the fuck is this?” “oh whoops, im just so clumsy, aren’t i?” he’d reply sarcastically with a smug smile on his face as he snatches the wallet from sarah’s hand.
“i didn’t know you had a tattoo” sarah would later bluntly say when you’re hanging out together, completely catching you off guard. “what? i- i mean, i do, but how do you kn-“ your eyes instantly widen when the realisation eventually hits.
so later that night, you storm into rafe’s room, shouting, while he just lazily sits on his bed, scrolling on his phone. “RAFE CAMERON, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. why the FUCK did sarah see those pictures?!” “jesus, relax baby, it was just an accident, a’ight?” he snaps back as you now sit next to him on the bed, still glaring at him with an infuriated expression. “rafe! those are meant for your eyes only!” he’s too busy now attentively pulling the traps of your top down, not even paying attention to what you’re saying anymore. “yeah yeah, i’ll be more careful next time, got it. now, c’mere and let me make it up to you.”
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naivegh0ul · 6 months
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OKAY BUT how about Older¡Ghost extremely jealous when his neighbor (reader) brings someone to her house to fuck with her? He would be extremely mad about it, but couldn't help but hear her moans and whimpers, wishing it was him instead making her feel good. (And to be honest, she may only did that to caught Ghost's attention )
YESSS god I love the idea of jealous Older!Ghost (it took me way too answer this i am so so so sorry anon!!!)
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(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, jealousy, blowjobs, face fucking)
(word count: 1908)
It's 3am and Ghost hasn't gotten an ounce of sleep. How could he, when he can hear you moaning so sweetly through the walls. This has been a nightly occurrence. Ghost would go to bed, lay there for a while as he scrolled through pictures of you on his phone, and then the moaning would start.
The first time it happened, Ghost brushed it off, he's heard you pleasuring yourself through the walls before. Hell, he's even watched you. But this time you sounded different. Not so breathy, more high-pitched. Exaggerated.
The second time, he heard the creaking noise. Your bed must be rocking back and forth. Again, not the first time Ghost has heard that, but it is the first time he's heard grunts to go along with it.
Now, at three o'clock in the morning, Ghost has finally had enough. He climbs out of bed, feeling angry and annoyed. Angry that his sleep is being disrupted, and annoyed that he's hard from your moans.
He storms out of bed and out of his house, making his way towards your home in only a pair of grey sweatpants and socks, the imprint of his hard cock visible at the front of his sweats.
There's no response when Ghost knocks the first time, so he goes to knock again but your front door swings open before he can. "Mr. Riley!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath. "W-what's the matter?"
Ghost looks you up and down not so discreetly, noting the fact that one of your pant legs is riding up a little, and your shirt is up slightly, revealing the hickies and bite marks littering your stomach.
A twinge of jealousy filled Ghost at the sight. He has no right to be jealous, he knows that, but he is. You are his. Not officially, but you belong to Ghost. He knows what you like, how to crook his fingers to make you cry out his name, what filthy things to say to make you an embarrassed, whining mess.
That man in your bed probably has no idea what to do, he most likely just whipped his dick out and tried to put it in you, not even bothering to make you cum on his fingers first. He's probably your age, too. Young, immature, thinks with his dick.
Ghost can feel himself getting riled up the more he thinks about that stupid guy in your house. Ghost's is gonna give him what he deserves, the second he leaves your house Ghost is gonna wrap his hands around his throat and watch the life bleed from him-
"Simon?" Your sweet voice coos, pulling Ghost out of his spiraling thoughts. "Have a nice night." Ghost grunts out, turning away and walking straight back to his house.
Going to your house was a bad idea. You're a grown woman, for God's sake. He should leave you alone and stop being such an obsessive old man.
The sound of your sock-covered feet hitting the pavement has Ghost turning around before he enters his house. "Simon!" You say, looking up at him as you come to a stop on his front doorstep. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" There's clear concern in your eyes, making Ghost's heart melt.
"'M fine, love. Don't worry 'bout me." Ghost sighs, reaching forward to ruffle your hair. "Go back inside, 'm sure your guest is waitin' for you."
Ghost tries to turn around again but your hands reach out and grab the waistband of his joggers. "He..." You mumble, looking down at your feet. "He doesn't make me feel as good as you do." You admit as you glance up at Ghost with pleading, desperate eyes.
"Love..." Ghost sighs again "'M too old for you, alright? Go back inside, pretty girl." He leans forward and kisses your forehead softly and strokes your hair before pulling back.
Suddenly, you're on your knees in front of him, hands tugging at his waistband. "Please, Simon?" You coo, palming him through his joggers. Ghost swears under his breath, cock twitching and his hands curling into fists as he fights off the urge to give in.
No, he gave in once. He got his fill, he shouldn't be greedy. But you look so pretty in front of him, kneeling on the hard concrete, your face so close to his throbbing cock.
"You really want this, don't you?" Ghost says as he rubs the bridge of his nose. "Come on, get up. Don't want you kneeling on the concrete." Ghost reaches down and pulls you up, guiding you into his house.
Once the door is shut, you sink to your knees again, eager to please Ghost. "Fuck, you're eager." Ghost breathes as he undoes the ties on his sweatpants, pushing the garment down past his hips, exposing his cock to you.
He watches as your throat bobs and you swallow, your hands sliding up and down his thighs impatiently. Ghost wraps a hand around himself and strokes himself a few times, watching as you shuffle forward and open your mouth.
"Just this once." Ghost thinks to himself as he grabs the back of your head and slowly pushes his cock inside your waiting mouth, groaning loudly as the feeling of your warm, wet mouth engulfs him.
His hand guides you up and down the length of his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair and tugging ever so slightly. He has to fight the urge to buck forward, to fuck into your mouth as you drool all over him.
When he feels your hand on his balls suddenly, he jolts, a moan being shocked out of him as you gently roll them in your hand. "Attagirl," Ghost praises softly, barely audible over the sound of your slurping and gagging as you try to pleasure him at your pace, not his.
Ghost lets you do what you want, letting go of your hair and watching as you scoot forward and take more of Ghost into your mouth. It's a delicious sight, seeing your mouth stretching around him as your fingers wrap around the base of Ghost's cock.
You move further down Ghost's shaft each time, taking more and more of him. Your lips bump into your fingers as you take away one each time, building yourself up until finally you've got Ghost's cock buried deep in your throat, your neck bulging ever so slightly.
"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he throws his head back, bumping it into the wall. His hips jerk, forcing himself further down your throat and making his heavy balls slap against your face. When you swallow around him, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. He has to pull you back so he can control himself.
You're pulled off with a wet cough, one hand holding your throat while the other wipes the spit from your mouth. "Why'd you stop?" You rasp as you look up at Ghost, licking your lips.
"Got close." You tilt your head at his explanation. "Why didn't you just cum then?" Your hand finds its way back to Ghost's cock, your thumb and forefinger gently pulling back Ghost's foreskin as you wait for a response.
"Didn't know if... mhm, if you wanted me to." He pauses mid-sentence as you wrap your lips around his tip, lapping the milky white precum beading from his slit. Your tongue digs under his foreskin, licking him teasingly.
You're so good at this, making Ghost feel like he has no control and you're in charge when you're only giving him a blowjob. You're not even doing anything special, not ordering him around or trying to be dominant, you're just gently suckling on his cock and now you've got him wrapped around your finger.
And it's not fair. Ghost wants to fuck a pretty girl like you with no repercussions, but he knows that's not possible, the moment they're having explains that all away. You can't get pleasure from anyone other than Ghost, and he can't stop himself from pleasuring you.
He's trying so hard to focus and what you're doing, but the way your hand strokes him and your tongue laps at him has him feeling floaty and drunk so he doesn't notice when he starts thrusting his hips forward slowly, fucking into the wet heat of your mouth.
Your hands hold onto his hairy thighs as he gently fucks your mouth, your nails scratching lightly as you let him do what he wants. He sounds so gorgeous, breathy moans and groans escaping his throat as he rocks his hips.
You watch him, big eyes looking up at Ghost curiously as you swallow. He looks so good from where you're kneeling, mindless yet focused as he moves you up and down on his cock like you're a toy, just a thing for his pleasure.
And you let him. You let him drag you along his cock or hold you still so he can fuck into your mouth; you let him lose himself as he stares into your teary, lustful eyes.
"So pretty down there." Ghost mumbles, slurring his words as if he's drunk on the feeling of you. "Perfect little mouth, so warm..." His hand moves from the back of your head to the side, Ghost's other hand joining in as he holds you still and slowly thrusts into your mouth, letting out breathy little grunts each time.
He's close, you can tell from the way his breathing speeds up and hips move faster, eagerly bucking into your mouth. Ghost gets rough when he's close, you know that, so you're prepared when he adjusts his stance and grips your head tighter, pulling you down so your nose is buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock.
"Fuuuck," Ghost groans as he feels your throat contract, watches as your eyes water and your hands grip his thigh. "Good fucking girl, takin' me so well." His thumb swipes below your eye, wiping away your tears as his hips snap against your face, balls slapping your chin.
"'M close," He pants, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl?" At his words, you moaned, eyebrows pinching as you scooted forward on the floor and licked at the sensitive vein on the underside of Ghost's cock.
“Yeah, ‘s what I thought.” His hands tighten their hold on your head, pulling you closer to him. You’re a gagging, drooling mess, hands planted in your lap as you hear Ghost let out a loud, long moan, his hips stilling as he forces his cock further into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat.
When Ghost finally lets you off – after holding you there for an unreasonable amount of time – you splutter and cough, one hand gingerly holding your throat while the other wipes your mouth.
You stand up after a moment, knees clicking and cracking from being so stiff and you look at Ghost with a tiny smile on your face and a happy expression. Boldly, you lean closer, standing on your tiptoes as you go in for a kiss.
But Ghost stops you with a hand on your shoulder, shutting you down. “We shouldn’t.” He shakes his head as he speaks. He can see the look of hurt and confusion in your eyes as you step back, visibly embarrassed.
“Um, I’ll go now.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. “Bye, Mr. Riley.”
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