vanasartis
"Schneller. Leichter. Verführerischer."
"Quicker. Easier. More seductive."
Hallo, ich bin Vanas! Ich schreibe.Hi, I'm Vanas! I write.
German/English. 18+.
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Deutsche Fanfic auf AO3: Vanas English fic on AO3: thesecretarchivist
#adar #kylux #loki #rarepairs
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there´s just still not enough kylux on my blog and I´m really enjoyig drawing these two while listening to Son Lux, so…
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for WTF Kylux and Co
TROS period. It is their last morning together. Hux has already joined the Resistance, he can only look forward to Kylo Ren’s total defeat in this war. Hux doesn’t regret his betrayal, doesn’t regret that everything turned out this way. Perhaps, this is how they should end. But he will definitely miss it all
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I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.
I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.
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But if thou live rememb'red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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honestly this is a great movie
i watched it first in 2022
now i‘m in the know
and vaguely ashamed for hating it before
CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER as CAPTAIN GEORG VON TRAPP
⤷ THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) dir. Robert Wise
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“From Ered Mithrin to the Ephel Arnen, we have endured.”
| Uruks | The Rings of Power | 01x06 “Udûn” |
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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.
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“You see me as something you can control. Something weak. —
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Sokka didn’t deserve to become a supporting character.
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he’s a little upset
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Sokka: It’s funny how well you and Zuko get along. Didn’t he hate you at first?
Aang: Zuko hates everybody at first. It’s his way of reaching out to people.
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while 2 & 4 speak to my kylux heart, 3 catches my curiosity most ... what are the pirates up to? (IMF)
Thanks so much for the ask, nonny!
The story was obviously meant to be a lengthy description of John Silver and James Flint getting down and dirty in the captain's cabin. Unfortunately, I just sketched out some juicy bits and lost interest soon, so there really isn't much context. I'm going to post an explicit/18+ rated snippet, I hope you enjoy.
"Get on the bed", Flint ordered gruffly. Silver did, stepping over to the [the next word is missing, no idea what piece of ship’s architecture I meant to research] with a sense of foreboding. He felt quite literally wrung out, but as he turned on his stomach a need for adventure came over him, a need to know what would be next. How it would be.
Flint's hand on his back pushed him forward, down, and Silver brought his arms up, crossing them in front of his face. Resting his face in the crook of his left arm. Trying to relax – and still he flinched at the sound of Flint's belt dropping to the floor. His heart picked up speed. Flint's hand had been rough on his cock, and it was rough now on his naked thigh, caressing Silver's arse for just a moment before his fingers slipped between his cheeks. Silver moaned and struggled against Flint's weight to spread his legs further. Rough, dry fingertips stroking his rim.
Jesus Christ. He couldn't help it, he was whimpering at the touch.
[The following is missing, but there is a concluding paragraph that I think is quite nice, so I'll give you this too.]
He must have dozed, for the next thing he felt was some sort of wet cloth against his back and between his legs. He moaned in protest, turning round and opening his eyes.
Flint looked down on him. He was in shirt and breeches again, his hair slicked back, his eyes unreadable. Outside, beyond the large Spanish windows, the sun was already setting.
"Go back to sleep", Flint said softly. "I have work to do."
Silver opened his mouth to protest, but as he watched Flint turn away and throw the washcloth into a corner, something twisted inside him and he fell silent.
There was a light on Flint's desk, and another on the [missing ship's architecture]. Silver waited for the captain to sit in his chair, to catch his eyes as he reached for his papers, but Flint did not look up.
With a sigh he had not meant to escape him, Silver lay back on the sheets, pulling the blanket over his shoulders. He fell asleep thinking, This wasn't there earlier.
#wip game#silverflint#john silver#captain flint#snippets#I was wondering if “the sun was already setting” was meant to be “the sun was already rising”
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Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you @nashibirne!
Now I’m seriously considering... vielleicht schreib ichs doch noch fertig... Wenn, dann tag ich dich gerne!
@WIP game
Hi @nashibirne, happy about your ask! Hier ein kleiner Ausschnitt aus “Kylux Wiedersehen”. Spoiler: Es geht um ein Wiedersehen, und es geht um Kylo und Hux ^^
Weiterlesen
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