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sleepytoken · 3 hours

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#sleep token #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #excuse me????#the yearning #my gif #unacceptable behavior #ugh #ii #iii

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poetryvampire · 16 hours

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Hark! The yearning is upon me.

Headcanons for your first time with Zevlor

Because I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Zevlor x Afab! non-tiefling reader

✨Nsfw✨ with angst

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● You've been traveling with Zevlor and the tiefling camp for some time now and yet neither of you have been able to break the undeniable tension between you. More and more often you find yourself alone with the paladin, wishing he would make a move or give some sort of confirmation to his feelings.

● Zevlor is such a gentleman it's almost painful. He's going half mad with his yearning for you. If he was to act on his feelings he would need to court you properly. Prove that he was true with his intensions and you weren't some passing fling. But how to do that in such a stressful time and place? Zevlor's a hopeless romantic. He may have yet to act on his feelings but that doesn't mean he hasn't found himself penning poems of your beauty in his journal.

●You're both walking back to camp one afternoon. Your eyes catch and linger far too long. Unable to stand it a moment longer you give him a soft kiss. Before you can pull away, shocked at your own actions Zevlor deepens it, pulling you into his arms. Next thing you know you're being pushed gently against a tree, your hands moving all over each other.

●It's only the sound of your approaching companions that break you apart. You're closer to camp than you thought. Soon everyone will be gathering back for supper. There isn't time yet you're determined not to let this slip away. You tell Zevlor to come to your tent that night. Those flaming eyes study you carefully and he nods.

● When night falls you wait in a tiny slip of a dressing gown trying to keep calm. Perhaps it was a foolish mistake and he would change his mind. But the low cadence of his voice breaks the silence. Ever the gentlemen he's brought you a bouquet of wildflowers.

●The tiefling's almost speechless at the sight of you; He cant quite put words to what you inspire in him. Drawing him into a kiss you feel passion coursing through him in seconds. You're exploring each others mouths and bodies with an impatience clumsiness. Over come, you pull him down to the bedroll and rip away your night dress, instantly in love with being so exposed underneath him.

● Under his infernal gaze you can feel your wetness pooling. You're so ready to be ravished and by the look in those eyes as they rake over you he's sure to pounce any moment. Yet, he doesn't, he even pulls a bit away. By the Gods Zevlor is aching to touch you and take you and make you his. But seeing you like this, you're almost too beautiful. It's confirming that he doesn't deserve you.

●Zevlor's already cursing himself. Already he's fucking up, as always. There's hurt in your eyes, as if he could ever be unpleased with your form. He comes closer, lightly strokes your leg, plants a chaste kiss to your knee but keeps looking away.

● "Zevlor" you plead "Touch me, please. Look at what you do to me" You spread your legs open pulling a hungry moan from him. He's never been so enchanted or afraid. Slowly you kiss the palms of his hands and press them to your flesh. Soon they're moving on their own spreading reverent caresses over every inch of you.

●You're back in your own little heaven feeling Zevlor pressed flush against you. The full bulge in his pants making you desperate for him. His mouth is praising you now, kissing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Automatically you open your legs wider, hoping he continues.

●Oh he does; he can't help himself. Zevlor grips your thighs tight trying to keep you still as he worships you with his mouth. Overwhelmed by how delicious you are and how beautifully you moan his name, he can't help but rut into the bedroll as he pleasures you.

●Before long the heated flicks of his tongue push you over the edge, making your whole body tremble and writhe. Your cries go straight to his cock and before he can stop himself he cums hard in his pants.

● His embarrassment turns to horror as he pulls away from you to see the cuts his claws have left on your thighs. The fears that had driven him away from you for so long were becoming a reality. Somehow he had failed you as a lover by cumming so easily and he had hurt you from lack of care without even having been inside you.

● A cloud of anguish seizes his heart. Zevlor practically bows before you apologizing and affirming his coming here as a mistake he will not let happen against. You beg him stay, telling him you're fine and that he's done nothing wrong. But he's already out the door.

●The emotional whiplash of the night leaves you sobbing into your pillow until sleep takes you. Zevlor needs to let off some steam and goes on a long midnight run. He's furious with himself. The thought of having failed you is almost unbearable. Even worse Zevlor's mind won't stop drifting back to the taste of your lips and the warmth of your breasts. He feels like some kind of untamed brute. How could he ever face you again?

thank you, thank you for reading. This is another one on the list to turn into a proper fic. Haven't decided just how angsty I want to get with it. Any thoughts let me know 🧡

#the yearning #it moves me so #zevlor #bg3 #zevlor x reader #zevlor x tav #smut #angst #get yalls food #zevlor nation #im sorry im like this #headcanons

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inkeyjay · 2 years

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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” 🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)

#hades fanart #Hades #hades game #hades supergiant #patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #achilles x patroclus #gay #tsoa #the song of achilles #madelline miller #achilles mourning patroclus #the yearning #the lovers #achilles and patroclus

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inchidentally · 3 months

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I know we're all half crazed and have said this before but the transformation of Lando's face from fussy 'don't wanna be here' to that gentle softness when he hears Oscar's voice complimenting him and then the dopey grin after he looks at Oscar's radiant little face cripes it's so sweet

#landoscar #twinklaren #mctwinks #I persist in saying that lando would like to be able to casually press a kiss to the crown of oscar's head where he smells most like Boy #f1 intro landoscar #little baby voices #the yearning #mine

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mercyluvsyouuu · 4 months

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I think if I had wings I would never complain about anything ever again in my life like actually

#mercy talks #otherkin #guys i might be fuckinf. angelkin too. guh #robotkin #angelkin #THE YEARNING #I WANT A DIFFERENT BODY SO BAAADDD WAAHHH

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lostlosersclub · 2 months

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i wish i had a boyfriend so i could steal his hoodies. i wish i could wear them and smell his scent while being buried in warm fleece. every time i wear a hoodie i wish it wasnt mine because that would mean i had someone to love.

#the yearning #mlm yearning #t4t yearning #nico is gay

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eggnogs-art · 5 months

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Silly sketches instead of a proper chyrsler drawing :3

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iveseenitinmovies · 5 months

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Buster Keaton and Marceline Day

Film: The Cameraman 1928

#buster keaton #the cameraman #silent era #silent film #the yearning #lovestruck buster keaton is something so special to me #old hollywood #1920s #classic film #film #cinema

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mudgazing · 3 months

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I'm so ill for them, thier love is borderline biblical

#the rooftop cutscene changed my brain chemisty #the yearning #kills me every time #i need these framed and hung tbh #cod modern warfare #farah x alex #farahalex #faralex #alex keller #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #farah karim #alex cod #farah cod #mud's musings #valentines day

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ksketch731 · 10 months

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I've finally played HSR again and caught up TT

Jing Yuan and Dan Heng's interaction

fdjhasfloheawlofhjkehaflwrh the longing

#jing yuan #dan heng #jingheng #dan feng #imbibitor lunae #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #honkai fanart #fanart #the slight touch is killing me #the yearning #i have so many feelings #hurt/no comfort

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nrvcntr · 3 months

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gale staring at tav across camp, admiring the way their head tips back when they laugh. how their eyes focus when they talk to anyone and the way they nod, really listening. the curve of their hip and the strength of their legs as they move. the way each of these little snapshots fill his wandering thoughts and creep into his dreams. the way he can feel their body heat when they stand next to each other. how desperate he is to feel their body on his. the hunger that cannot be sated through vision alone.

#gale dekarios #the yearning #i love gale with tav but cmon….the yearning before? that’s good soup #the worst part is tav feels the same way

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sleepytoken · 1 month

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#sleep token #sleep token iii #sleep token vessel #the yearning #iii #vessel #my gif #space fucking buns good bye #tw flashing #vess's smile

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inchidentally · 3 months

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I sped this up bc may I direct your eyes to Will Buxton who looks ecstatic about handing over this segment to the McLaren pretties staring and giggling at each other

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #lola alert #will buxton #the most unlikely cupid but who are we to judge #lando di piastri #bahrain gp 2024 #mine #The Yearning

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blue--ingenue · 2 months

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"Evasive Maneuvers" - Part 8

Summary: You've been in love with Sebastian since the moment you knocked him on his arse on your first day. Entering your sixth year, you finally begin working up the courage to confess your feelings when he suddenly becomes the best Beater Hogwarts has seen in decades - and subsequently becomes the school's most eligible bachelor.

Author's Notes: back at it with part 8 after an extended hiatus! i'm so sorry for the angsty cliffhanger, my loves. college has been taking up most of my time, but i promise this isn't the last chapter! see you at the next one :)))

Sebastian Sallow had never considered himself undesirable, but ever since his daring rescue and subsequent placement on the Championship team his popularity skyrocketed. Several of the girls in his year had begun giggling each time they passed him in the halls between classes, and a few of them even trailed him class to class, blushing like mad. He seemed to have caught the eye of every witch, and nearly every wizard, in the castle. Every witch, that is, except the one he so desperately longed to speak to. To add insult to injury, his beloved Gryffindor was seldom seen without Garreth Weasley by her side. Garreth, who had been chosen as the Championship team’s second Beater.

When Professor Howin announced the official roster after dinner last week Sebastian was hardly surprised. Everything was going to Hell in a handbasket, and he would’ve been more shocked if she’d chosen anyone other than that smug git. He hadn’t spoken to his Gryffindor since last week. It might take time, but surely she had to understand that he was wrong for her. Even if he’d wanted to apologize to her, what would he even say? He couldn’t - wouldn’t - place her in harm’s way ever again. Despite his every effort to make amends for his actions in fifth year, there was always a voice whispering to him in the dark recesses of his mind. It mimicked her screams and promised that she would never be safe so long as he was by her side. In time Ominis, Anne, and his beloved Gryffindor had all forgiven him. But he could never forgive himself.

He was growing restless in her absence, throwing himself into his studies and pushing himself to exhaustion at every practice. He found work to be the best distraction, but even his fellow team members could sense he was nearing a breaking point.

He found himself searching for her in every corridor hoping to get her alone so that he could begin to fix things. Perhaps he could convince her that they weren’t right for each other. He could sever the thread connecting their hearts and cauterize the wound with the guilt that tormented him each night. They could remain friends, just friends, and nothing more. Sebastian told himself that it would be enough. If he could survive just having her in his life, even if it meant never having her in his arms. And every day, just before he saw her laughing with Garreth, he could almost make himself believe it.

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The worst thing about nightmares wasn’t the horrors that waited, but the inescapability of it all. For all his books and cleverness, logic was useless against the throes of his own terrified mind. A good night’s sleep was a pipe dream. After nearly an hour of tossing and turning Sebastian gave up on trying to rest and slipped away to the common room.

The cavernous hall was as empty as he expected it to be in the dead hours of early morning. The fires burned demurely in the hearths and the gentle padding of his slippers against stone was the only sound to echo back to him. He stood in the center of the main atrium facing the windows and took a deep breath. As a little boy Sebastian had hated feeling small, like he was at the mercy of everyone and everything bigger than him.

But now as he gazed up at the great vaulted ceilings he was reminded of how freeing it felt to let go. A year before his parents’ accident they’d taken a family trip to London. His most vivid memory was of the grand cathedrals they’d visited. The stone arches sloped around intricate stained glass windows reached proudly for the heavens at least a hundred feet above him. The gentle timbre of a practicing choir and the sun caressing his cheek had lulled him into a sense of peace reminiscent of falling asleep in his mother’s arms. He’d give anything to feel that small and safe and protected again.

Ever since he’d lost his parents Sebastian had been determined to keep those he cared about safe at any cost. If he had to choose between his happiness or theirs, he’d relinquish his own without question. If he was doing the right thing to keep his Gryffindor safe, then why did it cause him such agony?

The unfairness of it all seeped into his very bones and settled like lead. Sebastian wondered if the universe decided ahead of time which souls were marked to suffer. If he had been faster the night his parents collapsed in their laboratory, perhaps his family would still be together. If he’d been just a bit smarter in fifth year, perhaps he could have found a cure for his sister before resorting to torturing his best friend.

He vaguely registered the book slip from his weak grasp. It was the starting thud of the spine hitting marble that roused him from his thoughts. As he bent to retrieve the tome he heard a soft sigh from one of the couches by the fire. He wasn’t alone. Curiosity got the better of him and drew him toward the sleeping figure.

His breath hitched as he recognized the girl asleep among the velvet cushions. A faraway voice reminded him of Ominis’ passing remarks from breakfast. She and Ominis were working together on a class project by the end of the week and they would be working in the common room for a few hours. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. She was curled up on her side, hair sloped gently around her shoulders in the softest halo he’d ever seen. Her chest rose and fell and with every breath Sebastian felt himself pulled impossibly closer. He was near enough to notice the tiny shiver that sent a tremble through her frame. He realized she must be cold.

On instinct he slipped out of his robe and laid it over her. She didn’t stir when the makeshift blanket settled around her, and he didn’t want her to. Inexplicably the anxiety had drained from him. He would have given anything for her to just look at him. Weeks without her company had made him desperate. But seeing her sleeping peacefully, knowing that she was safe from harm and poachers and all else for at least one night, was enough for him.

He allowed himself to stare shamelessly, selfishly, for a moment more before quietly making his way back to his room. As he crawled beneath the covers he idly wondered if her ancient magic was what had calmed him so. It was the last thought to cross his mind before he fell into the gently arms of oblivion, free from nightmares for the first time in ages.

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#its about the yearning #the YEARNING #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow #angst #fluff #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x y/n

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twitteringthings · 4 months

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look at their GROWTH! Ch.24 vs 52

Yashiro knows that this is what he wants and that Doumeki is where he wants to be. If there’s a parallel to Doumeki’s “I want to stay by your side” with Yashiro saying the same thing, - finally admitting his desire to be with Doumeki - I will sob.

The way he wraps himself around D…

#the development!#the passion #the yearning #They are still holding back #saezuru #saezuru tori wa habatakanai #manga #yashiro #twittering birds never fly #yaoi #yaoi bl #doumeki x yashiro #doumeki chikara #yaoi manga

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afloweronthemoon · 2 months

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#THE YEARNING #religious guilt #religious trauma #hilda furacao #tv shows #gifset #hilda muller #frei malthus #period drama #mutual pining

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