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diniidjarin · 2 years
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i can’t help it your honor
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hermitshell · 4 months
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redraw of the first hermitcraft art i ever made!! celebration of two years of art progress!!
Og below the cut
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Made december 28th of 2021
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adoreddestiny · 1 month
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ೃ⁀➷ FAVORITES SPOTS TO MARK KISS YOU — zayne, xavier, rafayel x gn!reader
cw — slightly suggestive tehe
zayne is a classic lover. his kisses are secluded to your lips primarily. save for the occasional sweet kiss on the back of your hand. in public, only you'll dare to steal a secret kiss. despite the stoic expression on his face, his eyes dare you to try it again, in private, he's a mess. his lips are on yours the moment you unlock the front door of your apartment. it's horridly butterfly-inducing: the way he has you melting in the palm of his hand.
but alongside the usual kisses, he enjoys leaving the more subtle marks on your pretty neck. hidden on the back of your neck or littered just above your collarbone. he adds them like a final touch on your look before the two of you leave for a banquet.
"how do I look?" you say with a slight turn.
his eyes scan your appearance with a light smile before growing closer. he spins you back around before adjusting the necklace clasp around your neck. "one moment."
his fingers graze the back of your neck before he leans closer. his lips close around your soft skin and he holds you tightly, not letting you squirm in his grasp. his hands envelops around your waist and wrist, keeping you flushed against him.
you stutter out his name but he's still silent finishing his growing mark with a chaste kiss.
"shall we go now?"
xavier enjoys a handful of sweet kisses sprinkled in throughout the day. he's the type to kiss away the frosting from your lips after you finish a cupcake or kiss the tips of your fingers after an injury. but despite the docility of it all, his eyes hungrily watch you with sharpened senses. the suppression grows difficult towards the evening when he keeps eyeing the spot just below your collarbone.
the longing to mark you and ensure you never leave his side grows the longer you rest beside him. wrapped up in blankets, you're settled nicely in his lap, showing him silly videos of sleepy cats.
"are you getting sleepy?" you ask, turning around in his lap.
his hold around your waist tightens slightly as he looks down at you. "not really," he mumbles into your hair. you shift once more, straddling him as you double check that this is certainly the same man that falls asleep standing.
"really? not at all?" he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist once more. "c'mere" he whispers as he drags you a little closer, eyes darkening as they settle back on your shirt collar. his chin rests just atop your chest.
his fingers trail to the edge of your collar, dragging the fabric down so he can suck a pretty mark to your skin just how he's been thinking of all day.
rafayel is annoyingly frivolous with his kisses. he nips kisses into the palm of your hand when he needs your attention. his lips are against yours at the smallest instance. he'd ensure all of his marks are anything but well-hidden. there isn't a part of your body he hasn't kissed at this point. if you asked, his favorite would probably have to be your wrist where your scent is the strongest. but when it comes to marks: right on your shoulder is perfect.
his clinginess can get the two of you in trouble. especially when he's been snatching kisses from you on a rather busy day. you sigh for what seems to be the nth time today as he refuses to leave for an important meeting in town.
"how can i get you to leave the house?" you mutter, hand wrapped around the front door handle.
your stubborn lemurian crosses his arms above his chest, refusing to step closer to the door. "i'm not going."
"then i'm going without you," you say, opening the door with a jerk.
"no!" he pouts, darting over to you. his arm reaches over to shut it successfully while in the same motion, pinning you to the doorframe. "can't we both stay in instead?"
you shake your head but offer another option. "one last kiss and you come with me." rafayel's eyebrows crease but then a different spark ignites in his gaze.
"alright," he whispers. his free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tilting your head slightly to give him space to press kisses against the column of your neck.
"that's more than one," you mutter. he ignores you, sucking a kiss onto your shoulder. he inhales your intoxicating scent before licking over the shades of purple blooming on your skin.
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pastelpaperplanes · 6 months
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bro is GONE
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warlenys · 6 months
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i love schrödinger’s does wilson like monster trucks because it’s great either way. either they like the same thing or he’s lying about it because it means something to house. perfect representation of their relationship. are we the same or do we just want to be. answer is both
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aniraklova · 15 days
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MY DEAR
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nebuladreamz · 9 months
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I prommy I'm alive
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zefirart · 3 months
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Modern AU Alear (ft Rafal)
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xynczachrome · 1 year
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Elemental Forms
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asger-eerika · 6 months
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You know what I need, more down dirty double dicked Neuv smut, spit roast my ass.
Like I get all this Dragon Morax smut and don't get me wrong that is om nom nom delicious bit also where is my hydro dragon daddy I love his sub smut every now and then but also there is not enough smut of him being an absolute Dom because his court room personality could totally play in the bedroom.
Kinky thought #5 or something...?
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jaguarys · 2 months
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I think an odd aspect of Anakin Skywalker Discourse is a desire to remove his agency. Whether that be blaming everything on Palpatine, on the Order, on whoever or whatever. I imagine it's likely because he's obviously a morally complex character, and it's easier to address others' blame than his own. But nonetheless, it obviously doesn't do him (or any other character) any favors. To be able to understand Anakin in any real way, it's deeply necessary to be able to say that it's his fault. And it is
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omegalomania · 1 year
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everything is lit, except my serotonin
"what a time to be alive" is probably one of my favorite songs on the new record. that's not really a hard sell, though; i struggle to pick favorites at the best of times and by this time tomorrow, my favorite track will likely be a different one. but there's something about this track that i keep circling back to, for a multitude of reasons.
this one has proven a little contentious. critics don't quite get it, and even people who love the song will say that it's a little off-putting lyrically, primarily because of those lines in the chorus: "everything is lit, except my serotonin / everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain". i'm not going to say outright that critics scoffing at the obvious earth, wind, and fire influence is one of those delightful instances of antiblack racism that's so common in music criticism, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't suspect that was a factor. but more to the point, that line in the chorus hit me a little harder than i expected it to.
patrick has stressed repeatedly that the majority of "what a time to be alive" was written before the pandemic. the lyrics to the bridge are the only parts that reference the pandemic specifically, but the rest of the song feels oddly prescient as it discusses how it feels like the end of the world...probably because in 2019, for some of us, especially those on the west coast, it did feel like the end of the world. pete wentz lives in los angeles, and thus probably got a very clear picture of this as it happened in real time. wildfires have always been an issue on the west coast, but by 2017, they started picking up in speed and scope, in large part due to the effects of climate change. the year after that, they got worse. the third year in a row this happened, it cemented that this was going to be a pattern, which is exactly what happened. today, the last third or so of the year is generally regarded as "fire season," when risk of wildfires becomes extremely high, power outages are common, and evacuations are anticipated.
i live in a fire zone. every year since 2017, i've had to evacuate my home regularly, or i know someone else who has. at this point, it's pretty well-established as routine. the first time this happened, it felt like the end of the world - watching neighbors' houses go up in smoke, housing displaced family members or friends who'd been evacuated themselves or actually lost their homes. by the time the pandemic happened, fire season hadn't actually died, either; we were carrying out evacuations while masked, and often without power (and thus no easy way to get news as to what was happening).
here's a thing about living in a fire zone. there are nights when you're going off no sleep and you're watching the ember-glow on the horizon at the early hours of the morning and thinking that it could almost be considered pretty, in a dark and dismal kind of way. there are days when the smoke haze is so heavy that you never get to see the sun but it makes the air hot and thick and it burns in your lungs. the smell of smoke becomes choking and omnipresent.
everything is lit, except my serotonin. everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain.
i don't know if these lines were written about the wildfires in particular. it wouldn't surprise me if they were. there are a lot of moments in the song, the parts written pre-pandemic, that make me think that could've been the case: neon in the night-time and not caring if it's pretty because the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship. livestreaming the apocalypse, because twitter feeds were literally the best way to get your news on whether your house might be next - if you had power and internet, that is. and not everyone did.
everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain. it's kind of a silly line, and i understand being put off by it. it took me some time to warm to it too (pun absolutely intended). it's also a quadruple-entendre. everything is "lit" in the colloquial sense of being cool and exciting, sure, but it's also more or less how the human brain works. our brains are really just electricity, passing little bursts between all the neurons and synapses. on top of that, the sensation of feeling like electric shocks are passing through your skull, or "brain zaps," are a common symptom of withdrawal from antidepressants (which, among other things, are used to regulate someone's serotonin levels). and then there's the case of the world being on fire, literally. everything is lit except my serotonin. my lightning-bolt brain.
a memory:
i never actually stopped working through the pandemic, as i was considered an essential worker. the fires didn't let up either. a particularly horrible fire tore through a nearby area and that's the thing about fires: they turn the whole fucking sky vivid orange. i drove to work on a chilly autumn morning, the whole sky lit up in an orange glare. i stood for a minute in the freezing parking lot while flakes of ash overhead settled like snow onto my car, my hair, my clothes. somewhere, people's homes and livelihoods were burning, and in a matter of days or hours the wind could change and my home and friends could be next. so i walked through the falling ash and the sickly orange glow of the sky and did my temperature check at the door with my mask pulled up over the lower half of my face, and i got to work.
i remember that moment vividly because it was strange and surreal and eerie and it was probably the moment that felt most like the end of the world to me, or at least it did then. driving through town with the sky on fire and a disease tearing through the world and having to walk into work anyway. that's what this track reminds me of: the sheer, staggering surreality of watching everything fall apart, and then...you go to work, because what else are you supposed to do? you go to work. the world is ending. you go to work.
what a time to be alive.
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matchamabs · 1 year
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drunk drawn au where after guy confronts gaara in lee’s hospital room, gaara realises that as dumb as he looks, guy is pretty genuine when it comes to caring deeply for his students! so what’s an enormously traumatised attention-starved 13 year old supposed to do? obviously he spontaneously defects and becomes his student whether he likes it or not. 
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abnormalityjoseph · 1 year
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SAGAU Idea
Sagau, but the creator!reader actually can regain their divine powers. [Kinda Imposter AU]
The Gnoses were to the Archons in order to directly resonate with Celestia
However, the Creator did not create the Gnoses.
Once the Creator was subdued (put into a comatose state beneath Teyvat, for example), Celestia helped instigate the Archon War by revealing the Gnoses and the positions.
The reader, randomly gets dreams with Genshin characters in there (meeting Fischl before she got her vision, comforting Kunikuzushi after his first betrayal, talking with the Crimson Witch, you get the idea)
They pass off the dreams as just..Yk dreams. But those interactions did happen in Teyvat. One of the few times the world was graced with the Creator’s presence since the Archon War.
Cool. Nice. Then you get Genshin and realize these look like some of the people from your dreams. But weird but oh well
Then you get isekai’d into Teyvat. As the Creator’s reincarnation. Your descent is felt by all the divine and those you did meet in (what you assumed were, but actually weren’t) dreams.
It’s pretty cool there. It always looked magical in Teyvat while you were playing, but it’s even better in person!
Oh, btw you’re being hunted.
Yeah…so turns out Celestia made a fake creator to keep the Archons pacified…and said fake creator had ordered for your head.
But this..False Creator could never replicate the aura your presence emitted. People were bound to find out, if you were able to evade capture long enough.
Spoiler: you do. And if the Tsaritsa won’t come to your aid first, then the Abyss will. Because of course the Abyss knows what’s going on, and of course the Tsaritsa would catch on fast.
Depending where all those characters you met are, it may take awhile before you realize those dream encounters were actual encounters. But hey: more friendly faces that’ll [eventually] come your way!
The more people who believe you are the true creator, the stronger you’ll become. Eventually you’ll be able to even the playing field against Celestia and whatever Archon tries to stand in your way.
What I mean is: You’ll have the chance to grant people your version of the Ghoses. To give them strength equal to an archon + as a gift for standing by your side.
The archons’ Gnoses resonate with Celestia, but the ones your followers get will resonate with you
Now go, wage war against Celestia and return to divinity! With your followers by your side, and your powers returning, the False Creator’s got a big storm coming their way!
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snom-pixelates · 2 years
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he’s just a guy! a menace! mostly he’s a ball and a pile of dirty laundry tho!
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spearxwind · 2 months
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feeling so insanely swag abt assigning my dragon ocs a squadron name and also a callsign to each one
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