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goldsainz · 4 months ago
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— NAVIGATION !
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AMBAR ! twenty · she / her · leo · latina · swiftie
requests : currently closed & my inbox always open for anything else (thoughts, advice, etc) !
001. GENERAL MASTERLIST !
002. WHO I WRITE FOR !
003. GUIDELINES !
004. EVENTS !
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yyunari · 1 year ago
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its so sick to me that people make fun of gaming’s name and yunjin’s theme song… genshin fans cant demand for “more representation” in the game if they’re going to mock what’s already being represented
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pinkwright · 2 years ago
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⚘ ˏ`୭̥* tv tag game
— list 8 shows for your followers to get to know you better. tagged by the lovely @ncllcraines
disclaimer : i dont rlly watch shows but i'll try u guys... n feel free to recommend me something too ! i'll watch anything rlly but i'm esp fond of thriller/mystery/crime ! <3
1. my name — han sohee was just brilliant in this, jiwoo is me i am jiwoo; we r literal mirrors of each its true. this show is so spectacular i could talk about it for hours omfg.
2. flower of evil — i would recommend this to everyone like this shit is fantastic, one of the few series i can say i likes beginning to end; just phenomenal babes like no way (one of my fave couples its true).
3. the world of the married — girl dont even get me started, this was actually fucking insane; i finished it so quickly it was that good n the cliffhanger like omfg.
4. the witcher — one of the first series i actually keep up with bc its just soo fucking good; would have never gave series a chance if not for this show tbh (dont even speak to me about henry leaving).
5. all of us r dead — absolutely loved this; i rewatch it all the time, the otp was so cute n fitting; i cried so many times u guys.
6. happiness — this is the series that made me favour thriller w/ a little romance simply bc the otp was so fucking adorable; i loveee them.
7. alice in borderland — hm i am absolutely n unhealthily w/ the first season, the second was enjoyable too but the first is just untouchable.
8. sweet home — watched this for kang but ended up loving it for the plot + minsi (srsly need her 😩), like i cant wait for season two it was soo so stellar.
9. the sandman — the cinematography was so gorgeous n the cast was perfect; i just love the idea of this series, it was rlly refreshing.
thats all i can think of rn i havent watched anything in a while (im still trying to finish season one of the glory n finally start watching peaky blinders 😭)
taglist : i would tag ppl but i dont wanna annoy yall (its the anxiety😍) but feel free to do it n tag me so i can read them ☺️ !
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banquetwriter · 2 months ago
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୨୧ Soggy Socks ୨୧
pairing: Joel Miller ♡︎ Reader
warnings: ୭̥⋆*。 implied soft!dom Joel, shy!joel, post TLOU 1 but pre TLOU 2, reader is basically ellie's mom, Joel and Ellie are friends here, passionate sex, no explicit aftercare, Joel is a little timid and shy and gives game and hbo Joel bc I love both smh
summary: ʚ two late-night fear driven bed talks leads to some well… bed talking ɞ
Words: 5.2k
A/N: omg hi, this isn't beta read and I'm a weird headspace lately and I hope this turned out ok I think its horrible low-key.
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The cold air of the house clings to your frame. Yet another nightmare plagued your mind. The horrors of the world are not soon forgotten in your brain. You wrapped your arms around yourself. The thin fabric of your sleep shirt is both cold and warm as you leave the relative safety and warmth of your bed.
Your footsteps are light to not wake a sleeping Ellie. You tiptoe past her room and make it to where exactly you didn't want to. You stood in front of Joel’s. It was hard to define your relationship with the older man but one thing was clear to you. Your relationship transcended the perturbable barriers of society.
You both loved each other that much was clear to you, the crazy look he got in his eye when he thought something or someone was going to hurt you. His strong body guarded yours. You knew you craved him to a worrying level. It was true.
One time on the road someone came up behind you and threatened you. You slowly started to give the thief what he wanted, Joel wasn't going to allow that. He killed him.
It was the first time he had ever directly protected you. Not Ellie and you. Just you. You turned around, cheeks tear-stained and a lot of looks in your eyes. You faced him with nothing but fear, not of him but of the situation. Ellie looked between both of you with her fearful look.
Joel’s face fell seeing your scared expression. “Hey hey you're ok,” he whispered causelessly, setting down the weapon he used to save you. You clambered into his arms shocking the salt and pepper-haired man.
“Thank you, I'm so sorry,” you whispered back to him. His rough warm calloused hands found the back of your neck. His pine scent engulfed you as his strong arms wrapped around your body shielding you. He made you feel so safe.
It was a feeling you craved every day since then. You quietly knocked on his door with your left hand bringing your other hand to open his door. You peer into the room. You see his sleeping form tangled up in blankets.
“Joel?” you ask, peering over him. His snores fill the room. “Joel,” you say more sternly. You can see his eyes open taking in your surroundings. He shifts suddenly, whipping around to see you. You blink slightly embarrassed at waking him up. “What's wrong?” he said his sleepy face filled with concern.
The embarrassment fills your body into your bones. “I- nothing in sorry go back to sleep,” you whispered attempting to leave. Joel wasn't gonna have that. He sat up further, “Y/n.” His voice is stern. You paused, biting your lip before turning back.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, chest rising and falling more rapidly. It's now you notice he’s just in some plaid boxers. And only the boxers. His bare chest is illuminated by the moonlight leaking through his windows. “I just- I couldn't sleep I guess. Nightmare,” you mumbled your words scratching the back of your neck.
Suddenly the room didn't feel so cold. It felt hot. Like his laser gaze on you. Your eyes didn't catch his, fearful of what you might find. Scrutiny maybe? Judgment surely. “Hey,” he said causing you to look up.
“C’mere,” he whispered. This was different. The two of you, minus his life-saving hug, had never been so intimate before. Not physically anyway. Maybe emotionally sure. The occasional handhold when Ellie wasn't watching was all you both managed.
You took a sharp breath almost running to the opposite of the bed. He moved over to meet you sitting down slowly. “What was it about? Your dream?” he asked, his voice was sweet.
“Nightmare,” you corrected him with a small pout. He smiled sadly at you. “Alright, what was your nightmare about?” he asked looking you up and down. Your eyes fluttered slightly at his gaze suddenly nervous under his beautiful eye.
He must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor and poor sweet Joel trying to help reached out his strong hand and placed it on top of yours. You felt a small flash of heat to your core as you tried not to think about how his hands felt. “It's ok, it's ok. M’ right here baby.” oh lord he had never used that word before.
It was most likely the early morning tired still in his brain. “It's not a big thing. It's silly really,” you whispered releasing a small amount of tension in your body leaning towards his form slightly.
He looked up at you from the bed, his puppy dog eyes seemingly able to think every thought before you thought it. He shook his head. “S’not silly. Now would ya please tell me what the hell is going on?” he asked, his voice low.
“I just was out there again. With you. And she and I don't know why or how but-but someone got us. They had a gun to your head Joel and it was so scary-” you started. Fiddling with your fingernails. His hand is placed over your hands, reminding you to stop picking.
He hated that you did that. ‘Tore up your damn hands’ he would always comment.
“I watched you die in front of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was so scared but Ellie I had to watch her. I don't remember much but all I know was I needed to get her out and I did and I woke up.” you rambled, and the words felt like they were slipping and pouring out of you.
Small tears prickled at your eyes as you tried to get a full breath in. It felt silly being worked up over a made-up tradegity. You let out an involuntary gasp, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you stated at Joel. His face fell his shoulder relaxing as he sat up.
“Hey hey c’mere.” he nearly commands, moving his entire body towards you. If it's a command or not you listen. Sobs wrack through your body as he once again consumes your body, mind, and soul. “Hey hey pretty none of this cryin’ ok? I'm right here,” he says, shaking his head, and pulling your body into his lap.
His warm chest collided with your face as tears streamed down your cheek. He shushes you slightly, his hand finding the back of your neck rocking you slightly. “I know it's scary but it ain't real, I'd never leave you or Ellie ever pretty ok?” Joel’s voice vibrated through his body and you could feel it.
It didn't matter how much reminding you that he was still here you still cried. You weren't sure how long but you did. After what seemed like a few minutes, you were just idly sniffling against his chest.
It was time for you to leave the comfort and face your now cold bed. You wiped your tears away and began to sit up. “Thank you,” you whispered. The bed creaked under your weight shifting. The air between you seems to stills as you attempt to leave.
“I was thinking maybe you stay. For tonight.” his voice cuts the silence. You stop in your tracks confused. You turn back to him. He propped himself on one arm, the other resting on his leg. “Joel. You don't know what you're doing,” you whispered to him.
“Yeah. I do,” he says looking at the empty bed space in front of him. You held your breath as you sat down. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” you hear yourself asking.
“Just to make sure you're alright. Been thinkin’ about it for a while now anyways.” Joel says. His words are confident but his face betrays him. His face was filled with worry. “It's just we've never shared a bed before. I can't just go back to normal, after doing something intimate like this,” you confessed.
“I-I know,” Joel said looking down for a second before looking back up again. “If you're ok with it,” he said, looking down again. You don't reply with words. You simply climb into the bed with him. His scent fills your nose.
Joel settles as a big spoon wrapping his arm around your stomach. Slotting against you perfectly. Neither of you said anything with words but placing a soft kiss on his wrist spoke volumes. As his soft kiss on your neck spoke in response.
To say that was the best sleep of your life would be an understatement, to say the least. You soon enter slumber and let it take you. And take you it did.
Joel felt you snuggle into his side. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he pictures a world where maybe he isn't so hard to love. Maybe the infected don't roam the earth. Maybe you're married and living somewhere in the suburbs. He has Sarah still, AND Ellie.
Maybe that isn't so fictional now he has both his girls in Jackson. You and Ellie that is. Maybe that's why he places another soft kiss, this time one on your hairline.
When you woke the next morning there was a severe lack of Joel next to you. Feeling your heart drop you now had to understand how on earth you were going to now have to face him. You were tangled in his sheets covered in his smell.
You sat up rubbing your eyes, swinging your legs over the bed, and yawning. You stepped quietly out of the room, letting the door softly click behind you. You heard the sizzle of food being cooked. You rounded the corner to find Ellie at the table scribbling away at her journal.
Joel was the one over the stove. His eyes met you. His face softened and a small smile overtook his concentrated features. He didn't look mad. “Oh guess who decided to join us,” Ellie said with a smirk, closing her notebook.
You roll your eyes at her, pulling the chair next to her. “Good morning to you too kiddo,” you said ruffling her hair. She grumbled fixing her hair. “Woke up just n’ time,” Joel said softly, holding a pan of what you assumed was scrambled eggs.
You pulled an empty plate from the stack of three sitting in the middle of the dining table. That was new. It's not like Joel excluded you from eating or something but he never exactly made a meal for all three of you. Minus when you guys tracked across the country together.
You smile up at him with messy hair and an empty plate. His gaze softens even more if that's possible, taking his utensil and shoveling a heavy amount of eggs (called it) and some sausage links onto your plate. “Thanks, Hun, Oh shit when did you pick these up?” you asked, picking up some utensils for you and Ellie.
You set them next to her and she hardly acknowledged it as Joel shoveled some onto her plate too. “Oh uh picked them up this morning,” Joel said nonchalantly. You smiled softly as she began to shovel food at lightning speed. Joel’s eyes look at his daughter before looking back at you.
You both shared a knowing look as you began to eat and Joel started to plate his own food, setting the pan back into the stove. “Where were you this morning?” Ellie asked, between gulps. “Uhhh.” you started as you were about to take a bite.
Joel’s eyes shoot up in panic. You blow a quick breath out before shoving food into your mouth. “What do you mean sweetheart?” you mumbled through your food gathering more food with your fork.
Joel follows suit and chooses to not say anything. “Well, I tried, to wake you up today so I could use your bathroom because the main one gets cold as shit, PLUS Joel doesn't clean up the water after he showers so my sock gets all fucking wet,” she says through heaves of food.
Joel’s face blushes a slight pink, slightly embarrassed by Ellie’s words. “I must have just been in the bathroom or something I don't know,” you said shrugging. The rest of the breakfast is spent in relative peace and quiet until Ellie finishes and stands up abruptly.
“Seconds if you want 'em’” Joel says to her nodding to the stove. “Fuck yeah,” she says before checking her watch. “Oh shit. I gotta go.” Ellie says, realizing the time. She places her dish in the sink. Before running off to her room.
“Hey. Where are you running off to?” Joel shouts after her. She doesn't respond, instead she comes bounding out with her pack in hand frantically looking around for her jacket. “Fucking jacket,” she mumbles.
You smile to yourself remembering what it was like to be a teenage girl. She slips it on running to the door. “Hey where are you off to?” you ask, turning around in your chair. She turns back out of breath.
“Friends. I'm gonna go see friends,” she says, placing her on her hip. She must think you were born yesterday. “Oh friends huh?” you say scrunching your eyebrows.
“Yeah. Friends.” She reasons. “You sure you're not going to see Cat?” you ask tilting your head. “I-am not getting into this with you,” she says, rolling her eyes and promptly leaving. You pierce your lips together and look at the man sitting across from you.
He stays silent as you both eat. Shying away from eye contact. But he didn't seem mad. “Got you somthin’ for ya, when you're done w’breakfast I’ll give it to ya,” he says nodding, still unable to look you in the eye.
“You could give it to me now, right?” you say with a slight smirk. A smirk tugs on Joel's features as he caves. He walks over to his jacket hanging up on a coat rack. He shuffles through the pocket and reveals a small bag of something.
For being a man who has survived this long it was almost funny seeing him sheepishly hand you chocolate. You gasp as you take it. “Joel!” you say immediately taking a piece out.
He doesn't say anything, just smiling to himself at your reaction. “If I didn't know any better I'd think you're being sweet on me,” you said placing the piece in your mouth. Joel continues not to say anything just staring at you trying his hardest not to smile.
His silence causes you to look up. “Oh my god you are being sweet!” you said. “Saw it when I was picking up breakfast stuff today and figured it would make you happy,” he said, placing his hands on his hips like it wasn't a big deal.
“Joel Miller has a crush on me!” you sang while taking another piece of chocolate. “M’ a little old for a crush don't you think?” he asked. “You're never too old for a crush Joel,” you said smiling.
There was a pause. Your eyes met each other and a certain electricity filled the air. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies. The beat of your heart doubled, and he took a slow step toward you. You leave the chocolate on the table, standing up.
“Yeah? M’not too old?” he asks as his body approaches yours. He was referencing the crush joke but you knew his words were deeper than that. He was asking you if he was too old. He sure as hell wasn't.
“You can never be too old, not to me at least,” you whispered. You tried to be full voiced but it didn't come out that way. Joel's eyes seemed to go darker as he stopped in front of you. There was a split second of hesitation before you felt his lips crash onto yours.
“Mmmm Joel,” you whispered against his lips. “Shh I know,” he whispered back. His rough hands find the sides of your face. His lips were surprisingly soft as they met with yours.
After a moment or two, he pulls away, resting his forehead on top of yours. Joel wasn't good with words, never has been, and probably won't be. This was a big change for him. Allowing himself to love you. God, it felt so good.
“M’gonna be late f’patrols.” He whispered, not moving. “You should probably leave then,” you replied as he pulled you into him. “Yeah. I will. Just need to say goodbye s’ all.” he offered you. That wasn't it and you both knew it.
Who knew Joel could be such a softie? You were glad either way. “Goodbye Joel,” you whispered with a smile. He let out a huff, pulling away and while you tried to remain stoic in the moment the loss of his warmth was such a tragic feeling.
Joel grudgingly got his things together and set out to the stables. His mind swirls with thoughts of you. Jesus he needs to get a grip he isn't some teenage boy who's just had his first kiss. But he sure feels like it.
The days seem to fly by you both as trying to get a handle on your life in Jackson is taking time. It's been four days since Joel kissed you, and you haven't had a moment alone since. Both of you work different patrolling shifts, or Ellie was there, and the only time to sneak in some hugs or touches was fleeting and Joel wanted to be a gentleman about the situation.
That doesn't mean you two weren't talking, however. As Joel came back from a later patrol shift covering for someone he found you and Ellie curled up with a book. “So wait, why doesn't Jo like Laurie?” he heard Ellie asking.
“Because sweetheart it's not that simple-” you started. “Ugh, whatever,” Ellie said, cutting you off. Joel rounded the corner. “Oh hey, the dinosaur is back!” Ellie said with a smile before looking at you. You poorly held back a smile as Joel rolled his eyes.
He plopped next to you on the couch wrapping his arm around your body. Ellie mindlessly snuggles into your side. It was so uniquely domestic. Joel wishes he could find an opportunity to talk to you about all of this. An opportunity doesn't come.
You don't miss his kindness, however. Every day when he cooks breakfast for you or leaves a secret note (which is adorable by the way). Telling you about how he needs a moment alone with you and it almost becomes a race to find it.
To find the time to exist with no eyes to find you. To explore what you two were before making things ‘public’. You agreed. Your feelings feel like they are spilling over into your whole life.
One night as it takes you and Joel every ounce of being not to jump across the table to be with each other Ellie is oddly quiet. “What's up kiddo?” you ask. “Uh, there is a sleepover at Cat’s house,” Ellie said as casually as she could.
Joel dropped his fork over his plate. Your eyes met. “Oh? Anyone else… gonna be there?” you ask her to try to be calm. The thought of Ellie going over to her girl… friend’s house for a sleepover would raise the heart rate of any parents but especially Joel.
“Oh yeah Jessie and Dina will be too,” she said, nodding secretly crossing her fingers. “A boy? No. You're staying here tonight.” Joel said firmly, re-picking up his fork. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie said, annoyed.
Joel raised his hand about to explain to her why exactly she couldn't go but you interjected. “Joel,” you said calmly. “Maybe she should go.” both of them shoot you bewildered looks. He begins to shake his to disagree with you. “Joel Cat’s house is a short walk and if there are other people there it will be safe right?” you ask looking over at Ellie.
She shakes her head admitly. “Yeah, totally safe.” She reasons. He clenches his jaw, brow furrowing. “Fine. But if I find out any funny business happened so help me god m’ never letting you leave this house again,” he said sternly, warning her with a finger.
Eventually, Ellie scarf down all of her food and comes out with a little bag full of sleepover stuff and just about runs out of the house. And for the first time in days, it's just you and Joel.
You turn the big overhead light off sticking to the lamps in your room. You had just gotten snuggled into your bed when a small knock on your door disrupts you. “Come in,” you say and the door creaks open.
Joel in all of his domestic glory walks in. “Hey.” you breathe out with a smile. He turns to shut the door, his head held low. He sits on the edge of your bed. “Needed to talk to ya. W’out Ellie hearing.” he reasons gesturing in the air.
This wasn't what you thought was going to happen. “Joel? Baby? What's wrong?” you asked scared of why he was acting the way he was. He turns to face you slowly. His eyes were sad, his lip pouring and quivering slightly.
“Hey-” you said, setting your book down, moving to capture him in a hug. He turns looking down. You can see the tears start to fall from his eyes. You waste no time crawling down your bed and wrapping your arms around his shoulders trying to comfort him.
He leans into your touch as he cries. It's the first time you have ever seen him cry before. “Joel,” you whisper, sliding your hand to his face. “M’just too scared to lose ya. If we keep this up this little dream we have. I could lose it all. Me. M’ not fast enough, O-or I move too slow- ill me the cause of losing the two people in this world who love me back.” he confesses.
The words weigh on your chest like a thousand bricks. You opened your mouth to try and help but nothing came out. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing almost to try and ground him.
A sob wracked through his body. “Joel, I am here because of you,” you said at last. He doesn't move, just inhaling a stuttered breath. “For the entire time I have known you I have not doubted your abilities for a damn second,” you reassured him. He finally looks up.
His sad puppy dog eyes make your heart hurt. Your hands find the sides of his face. “I am here because of you. I am safe because of you ok? And Joel even if something did happen it wouldn't be your fault. You're not responsible for us, ok?” you tried to reason with him.
“I am. I'm supposed to protect what is mine I-” he stops himself, his eyes flashing with fear. “Maybe it's our turn to protect what is ours Joel,” you whispered to the very broken man in front of you.
“And you are ours.” you finished, sitting up away from him. “Don't even know why m’here m’sorry,” he says standing up. Your hand reaches for his arm. You shake your head slightly encouraging him to sit back down.
He doesn't respond, only cautiously leaning in. You fill the space for him, your lips meeting in perfect harmony. This kiss, unlike your first one, had a need. An urge to be close. And as you slowly leaned back Joel followed you almost chasing you so far your head hit your pillows.
His bigger body practically cages you in. While you loved the kissing you needed more and you knew the salt-and-pepper-haired man needed it too. Your hand left the side of his face and trailed down to his belt buckle. You pulled it slightly.
The mischievous interaction left Joel practically melting in your hands. You decided to continue your humor. Your hand trailed down further meeting his bulge. Was he hard from kissing? Cute. Your fingers dragged over his member.
“Hard already?” you asked, slightly teasing him. With your flirty voice. His dark eyes glanced up from his forehead. “I ain't hard yet darlin’,” he said through an amused chuckle.
He does not miss the way your jaw gapes openly slightly. Shit, he was big. “And you're this big? Old where Miller.” you quipped after picking up your jaw. He chuckled slightly, a small pink tint forming on his tear-stained cheeks.
You smirk, continuing to massage his dick over his clothes. Continue to open your mouth and kiss him as you feel the warmth under your hand slowly grow hard. “Mmm fuck, you are making it hard to leave darlin’,” he said out of breath.
“Good,” you said, going back in for a kiss but this time on his jawline. You continue to pepper them down to his neck, sucking and nibbling as you go down. “You're so warm Joel,” you murmur, pulling away. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip deciding you couldn't take any more teasing. Your hand finds his and slowly brings it to your torso, his eyes seemingly glossing over at realizing what you were doing.
“I need you, Joel,” you whispered. “I gotcha, promise, I've gotcha,” he said using both of his hands to slowly pull your sleep pants and panties down. The cold hair clinging to your warm skin.
“Fuck baby,” he said looking at your perfect glistening cunt. “I need you Joel please,” you begged. “Shhh I'll give it to ya jus’ gotta be patient.” he reprimanded, sliding his hands up your shirt. His hands were warm as he slowly groped your tits. You whined feeling yourself ache in between your legs.
Your arousal oozes out, tempting Joel. “Sit up,” he demands, gesturing with his fingers. You eagerly sit up. He removed your shirt quickly, his eyes marveling at your naked form. He'd seen a few women in his lifetime and none of them were as beautiful and breathtaking as you.
He must have been staring for too long because your voice broke him out of his trance. “Joel?” your voice was so sweet it could have killed him then and there. “Yeah…” he said trailing off finally peeling his eyes away from your tits and to your face.
“Can you take your shirt off too?” you asked so politely. Joel looked down to see he was still in his clothes, feeling his now hard cock strained against his pants was a suffocating feeling but Joel was a gentleman and there is no universe he would cum before you.
“Course’,” he said, discarding his flannel, his shirt goes next. You let out a moan looking at his beautiful body. Broad strong shoulders and arms down to his little old man tummy. Fuck.
Your hooded eyes filled with love (and lust) must have done something to him because those same strong arms and hands connected to your naked thighs. Rubbing them up and down.
You both stayed silent as he slowly encroached on your sensitive bundle. Eventually, his hands made it all the way up as he observed the way you clenched around nothing. “Joel I'm ready please I need you.”
That was all he needed to slowly start rubbing your clit. You were slick with arousal, his finger eventually dipping in, and your leg shook with the feeling of him adding another finger.
He pumped slowly but steadily, hitting that soft spot just right. “Oh fuck Joel.” you gasped. It had been so long since you felt this from anyone, well maybe something similar… you had never felt this good with anyone else ever before.
“S’that feel good?” He asked me to bring his thumb to rub your clit. You frantically nod. “Please come kiss me.” you begged him. He eagerly bent down to you. Devouring all your moans as he continued his ministrations.
You felt the familiar feeling in your belly, like a coil snapping as your breath became frantic and your whines increased. Joel knew your climax had reached when you clenched around his fingers. You let out a loud moan as you pulled away for air, legs shaking violently.
Joel watched with admiration as your face contorted with pleasure. He slowly pulled out of you, if he felt like he was melting before he had to be a puddle by now.
You looked up at it and you couldn't help but smile. Your hand reached out for his belt. You tugged on it, he took a deep breath trying to prepare for what he has wanted to since he met you.
“So needy mm?” he says undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor. His jeans follow suit, his erection slapping against his tummy.
Precum leaked for the tip. He was eager. “Only for you Miller.” he chuckled, placing his hand above your head as he aligned himself with you.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He didn't find any. “I'm 100% sure,” you reassured and spread your legs as best you could. Using the headboard as an anchor he slowly pushed into you.
“Fuck.” whimpered as your warm soft walls clenched around him. A piercing pain filled your body as he bottomed out. You sucked in a sharp breath.
“You need me to stop? It's not too late.” he said, reassuring you. You shook your head. “Joel I need you to fuck me,” you demanded. He understood and began to do exactly that.
You moaned out for each other. Nails scratching his beautiful back with every movement. If it had been a while since you'd done this it must have been decades for Joel because he felt like he was gonna let go at any moment.
“M’ not gonna last,” he whispered in your ear, tugging slightly. “Me either.” you whimpered back. As your bodies collided your coils tightened and tightened.
“God dammit. Fuck, you are so fucking tight baby. Squeezing me as you love me huh?” he growled from on top of you. “I. Do. Love. You.” you squeaked after his thrusts. And that must have been what he needed to hear because his hips stuttered and he practically kissed your cervix with his cum.
Which was enough for you as you clamped down on him. After a minute he pulled out of you gasping for air. “Fuck Joel you're so good.” you praised sitting up and rolling on top of him. He peppered your face with little kisses.
“I love you too baby.”
“Hey Ellie, me and Joel have something to tell you,” you said, approaching her as she sat at the table. “Oh shit what's up?” she asked. “You can start using my bathroom so you won't have to share,” you said and she cocked her head to the side.
“Well, actually you can use that whole room…” you said with a small smile forming on your lips. Your eyes darted to Joel who had been stressing out over having this conversation.
“Because me and Joel are gonna be sharing a room ok?” you said plainly. She looked between you two for a moment then smiled. “Oh shit! Congrats!” she said before going back to her book. You and Joel begin to walk away but not before Ellie has the last word.
“Just don't let me hear you guys.”
“Ellie!”
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dreamquest · 6 months ago
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#MIYU      MIYU is the tenth trainee to be revealed on dreamquest! Miyu, born Yang Chunja, in South Korea, to to two parents who did not want a daughter at any cost. Her mother passed away shortly after she was born—from disappointment, as her extended family members quietly whisper—so she and her older brother were raised by their father and paternal grandparents. Growing up, she was neglected and ignored by her father, who also blamed her for her mother’s death. In school, she was ostracized for her old-fashioned name and her home situation, which was well-known to her classmates in their small town. She found solace online, playing RPGs and lurking in the comment sections of Naver idol music videos and watching magical girl anime shows. In 2016, when Miyu was fifteen, she successfully passed an online audition to join independent live idol group MAGiC☆GiRL. She was the youngest member, and quietly moved to Seoul to live with the other three members. She stopped going to school around this time, though she never officially dropped out. While a member of MAGiC☆GiRL, she took on the stage name Miyu, which she likes a lot more than her birth name. In addition to being a performing member, she also managed the group’s social media accounts. The group lasted two years before going on an indefinite hiatus. Following their disbandment, Miyu began to stream. She started off playing games without a webcam, but quickly discovered that showing her face and just talking was enough to cover her portion of the bills. MAGiC☆GiRL never reunited, but she always remembered the good times she had performing with her group members. Upon learning about Dreamquest, she decided to audition in hopes of recapturing that same experience.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*。 ❪ basics ❫
STAGE NAME ﹕miyu (미유)
BIRTH NAME ﹕Yang Chunja (양춘자)
BIRTHDAY ﹕february 26th, 2001
ZODIAC SIGN ﹕pisces
MBTI : isfp
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♀ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*。 ❪ physical ❫
FACE ﹕chaehyun of kep1er
NATIONALITY ﹕south korean
ETHNICITY ﹕korean
HEIGHT ﹕160 cm / 5’3”
BLOOD TYPE ﹕b
if you want to know more about miyu go here, and follow @fiixion
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iamcxlleigh · 2 years ago
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୭̥ さ # 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 (𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬).
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Briefly analyzing the pros and cons in Sam (and mine) I have come to a conclusion on this, a conclusion that led me to know what problems a hypothetical relationship would go through.
#1 — His job.
This point is the most obvious, and not only the fact that he is a mobster, there is the fact that Sam is very faithful to Don Salieri and his lifestyle, his commandments and commitment to it, we have already seen it reflected in his actions, putting before his loyalty to the Don than to his friends (rat).
What's the point of this? Well, unfortunately I think Sam would put the Don and the Salieri family ahead of our relationship, something inside me tells me that he would protect me from any danger and show me his affection with expensive gifts, in case he was given the choice. He would choose the Salieri Family over a romantic relationship.
#2 — “the ladykiller”.
That nickname says it all, during most of the game it is made clear to us that Sam is not a one-woman man, his attractiveness and chivalry make him a delicacy for women, and he knows it. Imagine if having a relationship will make him give up the hunt? That depends on the impact it has on his life (maybe). But I imagine the impending scene of me at home sleeping in our bed, and him whispering in another woman's ear how sexy he is (what a turn on hahaha).
#3 — His indifference.
Personally I'm not a very enveloping person (or too affectionate in case you don't understand), only with my closest ones and not all the time, I'm normal then, butooo, I think with him I will want to be affectionate at certain times, and I really think Sam is not very cloying and he wouldn't like me to be too much, as for you to understand better, here an example and you will know quickly.
I would say “I love you” and he would say “me more” or “me too” do you know what I mean? haha.
I am also very talkative and like to be listened to, but Sam is not very talkative, but he is certainly a good listener.
He's the night, and I'm the day.
Conclusion:
Actually these are things that I think could happen, but maybe if he really existed and by fate I am his girl, this would not happen and I would be surprised hahahaha.
But in general, Sam how every human being has his pros and cons (like being almost perfect for example) maybe later I will make a blog arguing positive points of dating him. <3
‹ 07. 06. 2023 ›
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edensrose · 2 years ago
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰❀꒱ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐮 ❜࿔
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë⠀& melkor⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. manwë deals with his bastard of a brother whilst they try to pick a new colour scheme for their syndicate. he quickly remembers that there is no one who can drive him up the wall more than melkor ( dark themes ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ corpse ៸៸ strong language )
· ⊰ note. idk but I've just been feeling them lately. their dynamic in this au is one of my favourites
─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ au info post
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♡. — 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓
"Hmm."
Pale violet sweeps over the newly decorated wall. His cruxed index finger pressed against his lips and his thumb stroking beneath his chin for added effect.
"Not sure. Don't think I quite like the shade of red."
A click of tongue sounds through the office.
"You complain too much." Manwë rolls his eyes to the ceiling and flexes his hand against the wall. "What's wrong with it? You didn't like blue, you don't like red, what exactly do you like then?"
"Maybe black?" Melkor offers, running a thumb along the wall. As though feeling the new colour was possible.
"Vilisse is black." Drips Manwë's obviously exasperated tone as he arches his brow. "I thought Vilisse was green?" Melkor counters to which his brother sighs and shakes his head so that white locks bounce around him.
"Are we gonna settle on a colour or are you just going to paint fucking rainbows all over the syndicate?"
"That a challenge?" Melkor meets his sibling's irritated expression with a grin and a quirk of his brow. "I quite think your desk will look splendid in hot pink." He motions to the aforementioned wood to which Manwë tightens his fingers once more.
"That's Italian Maple you dick."
"Oooo fancy." Shrugs the older as he flicks his finger and sends a droplet of crimson onto the revered Italian Maple desk. "As if you couldn't just import a new one, Tweetie. Don't be such a scrooge."
Manwë inhales, reminding himself that his brother is right and refraining from slamming his head into the desk he had just stained. Instead, he fights back the urge to roll his eyes once more at the childhood nickname. It was hard to believe who was the true older of the two.
"The task is still at hand. What colour are we transitioning to? Lest you want to keep the old man's design?"
Melkor groans and hangs his head back after stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Decisions, decisions. . . How about purple? Maybe blue?"
"I thought you said no to blue?"
"Well I change my mind."
"For fucks sa —"
"You know what? I actually quite like the red."
With that last sentence from his brother, Manwë finally relaxes his fingers from the head of hair he was flushing against the wall. A loud thud echoes through his office and he nonchalantly steps past the body laying on his rich wooden floors. The crimson stains drip from the wall and soak into the ground as Melkor admires the 'shade of red'.
"Hey now," the older chuckles as Manwë's shoulder knocks with his as he makes a beeline for the door. "No need to throw a tantrum." He muses, spinning around to face the other's back. "All that blood's gonna get on your precious Italian Maple y'know!"
"Clean it up then." Manwë mutters, retrieving his handkerchief to clean his fingers from the sorry soul whose blood became a paint sample. "And come find me when you're done playing these fucking games."
He receives only a mocking croon before Melkor thinks to himself. Just before his brother leaves the doorway he calls out, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"You know, I think gold would do the trick. What do ya say?"
A moment of silence fills the office before Manwë glances over his shoulder with a curl on his lips. "Gold for glory. I like it." And with that, he steps out, yet not before calling back.
"I'm serious about that blood. Clean it up, lest I overload your flask with gasoline."
"Bastard."
"Dick."
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goldsainz · 13 days ago
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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
absolutely adore @harrysfolklore @maxtermind @f1version & @afterglowsainz … some of the best fics ever (both smau and written)
link.
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cookiewoli · 1 year ago
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★My time at Sandrock index ★
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Here you can see:
- Builder info and stuff
- sketch
- Sandrock's cosplay (link)
(Underlined words are link to other posts !)
┗━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━┛
OC ARE MY LIFE (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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Meet the Sandrock's siblings!
Both are not from Sandrock.
"Cookie", the worst builder you ever met. She aspires to become a veterinarian.
Be prepared to see her smile and laugh 24h/24 ! She's so clumsy that people run away as soon as she comes towards them.
Cassius, the muscular JoJo's guy with a frightening death stare. He's an ex-player, and can't talk without using rude words.Sometimes he forgets that he can't be shirtless in public.
Don't want to mess up with him ? Give him a lollipop or candies and you'll be safe.
NEW DESIGN
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❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ~ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉
Some info stuff:
- NPC dialogues of "Cookie"
- OC in symbolism (for Cookie)
- Character inspiration (for "Cookie)
- OC ask game
- Short story of Cassius before he came to Sandrock
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Sunshine
a animated comic series ★
I'm working to do some others episodes, like a series of animated comic, just wait for it !
Ep OAV : Fireworks
Ep 1 : (soon)
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┊ ┊ ☆ ┊ ┊
┊ ☆ ☆ ★ ┊
And another Sandrock's animation !
Based on the song "kyoufuu all back"
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╭──────────────────♡.°୭̥
╰─➤ Their Pinterest board :
Cookie Cassius
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╰─➤ Spotify OC playlist:
Cookie Cassius
Relationship playlist:
Cookie and Fang Cassius and Elsie
Cookie and Cassius
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↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮
⌞ ⌟
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My time at sandrock fanfic -
Moon's whisperer
The story takes place during the quest "Chasing Elsie" so it contains spoilers ! It's about her life out of Sandrock in the camp of the Monsters Researchers. During this time, she met Panah and Cassius, with whom she becomes friends, and maybe closer with one of them...
chap 1
chap 2
chap 3
chap 4
chap 5
chap 6
chap 7
chap 8
Or you can read it on AO3
❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ~ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤
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╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・゚
Let's have some fun -
Stupid random sketches #1
-Introduce my brother
-Builders genderswap
Stupid random sketches #2
-Go put some clothes
-Worst crime
Random sketches #3
- Mr.bad wolf
- Jane's pla
Stupid random sketches #4
-He can't say no to her...
- DLC outfit
- Christmas prank
- How to say "I love you"
- Siblings' children and their memes
- Our memes at Sandrock round 1
Featuring 11 other builders of the community!
- Our memes at Sandrock round 2
Featuring 9 other builders
- Sandrock's advent calendar 2024
Drawing gift for people of the community!
❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ~ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤
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Want to see my Sandrock's cosplay?
- Fang (to be improved)
- Qi
- Qi 2
- Mi-An
- "Never gonna give you up"
- Nia
- Elsie
- Ernest
- Avery (test before MTAE announcement)
- My builder Cookie
- Our cosplay at Sandrock
(cosplay of 5 builders of the community ✨)
- THANK YOU PATHEA FOR YOUR SHARE!!
◦ ❖ ◦ ❁ ◦ ❖ ◦ ❁ ◦ ❖ ◦ ❁ ◦ ❖ ◦
My commission are open now!
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lilacgaby · 4 months ago
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return? | lilac's entries❀
꒰ 🌷 ୭̥
TERMS AND CONDITIONS.
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sfw only! i'm currently only writing for mha and jjk.
request per follow account!
i love writing au's! fantasy's, apocalypse, based off a game, based off a movie? love all of them!
i write fluff, angst, or whatever. you can req a part two for a fic i did a while ago too.
i write for my personal enjoyment, so fics may take a while to be written!
thank you for your interest, i hope you request. 💕
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moonlit-garden-sys · 1 year ago
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Our System Intro
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╰─➤ ✎ Moonlit Garden System logging in.
ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.
ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; secondport by brakence
2 : 20 ——◦———— 3 : 30
↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
╭┉┉┅┄┄┈•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ
General Info
•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉┉╯
《Moonlit Garden》
Collective Name: Garden
Body Age: 26
Pronouns: Fae/They
Host Name: We're unsure who our host is, but we think it's either Fang or Amey
Headcount: 5 so far??
Likes: MUSIC, anime, gaming, anything creative, reading, guitar, the moon.
Dislikes: sudden loud noises, judgy people, mean folks, country music, working, meetings, talking half of the time 🤷🏾
╭┉┉┅┄┄┈•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ
Meet Us!
•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉┉╯
Frequent Fronters:
{🧝🏾} Amethyst, 24-26, fae/they/she, adult/caretaker
{😸} Rae, 8-12?, they/she, little
{😶‍🌫️} Fang, 14/15?, they/she/fang, teen/possible host?
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Relationships
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She's (probably) not a system but she loves and cares for us more than anyone we've known and we love her to death 🥰
˚ ₍🗒₎ ❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇᴇᴍs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ❞ 彡˚ ༘♡
Poly but not looking
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Triggers
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Pos Triggers: being non verbal without it being weird, too many songs to list, cooking with music, being understood/recognized/seen
Neg Triggers: yelling, sudden loud noises, certain horror noises/voice(see the moms voice from evil dead rising, and the creatures voice from smile), pure darkness
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Dni Info
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Bigots (racists, terfs/swerfs, anti-lgbt etc)
Fakeclaimers
MAPS, pedos, zoos
Anti agere
Anti neopronouns
General assholes and dickheads just please stay away
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╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎!
𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 [Amethyst]’𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚔𝚒?
𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙽𝚘
^
╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
[“We will NEVER bow to you”]
╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
𓄴𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎;
[ Amethyst/Amey]
𓄴𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛;
[Enbyflux]
𓄴𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜;
[fae/she/they]
𓄴𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢;
[Lesbian]
𓄴𝙰𝚐𝚎;
[24-26]
𓄴𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜;
[Photography
Modeling
Writing
Games
Walkies
The Lion King
Anime
Sunlight
Driving]
𓄴𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜;
[Extended social gatherings
Working
Customers
Math
guilt tripping
Certain sounds/voices
Sudden loud noises
Yelling]
𓄴𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗-𝙾𝚏𝚏/𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚢;
[FaeBaby 🧚🏾]
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╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 [Amethyst]’𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚔𝚒!
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝!
╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
[𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 [Amethyst]’𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚔𝚒]
╴╴╴╴╴╴𓄴 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓄴╴╴╴╴╴╴
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ghostlilacss · 9 months ago
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Just realized that I've never posted an intro on here before,.
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. .┊❥{name] Max / Eos
. .┊୨ৎ<age] Seventeen
. .┊°୭̥ ×pronouns] She/Him/They
. .┊ᩍ(sexuality] Aromantic
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. .┊ྀི𓈒 ݁!Dislikes]
politicians, GTA / COD players (srry yall piss me off), anti lgbtqa, GORE. (Please don't send me gore. You will be blocked) Spammers, rude people, AI. I HATE AI. IF YOU SUPPORT AI GET OFF MY PAGE, clop enjoyerz.. anti agere, petre, anti therian or people who sexualize it. Such as DDLG, MDLG, ABDL, or AGEPLAY.
Blogs associated with these things or kink blogs in general DNI.
. .┊ᩍ/Intrests-Fandoms im in]
{Anything abt Space, Galaxies, Universes, Aliens, paranormal activity, conspiracy theories, Mythical creatures, Murder mystery, Anything Apocalyptic, PLUSHIES!!, Dark lotus (i like all the memeberz :3) Dr steel, photography, painting, JELLYFISHH <33}
(Invader zim - OMORI - Clerks - Sonic - Warrior cats - - Hetalia - Diabolik lovers - Needy streamer overload! - Evangelion - My little pony - Kamisama kiss - South Park - Talking Kitty Cat - Mad Max - Johnny the homicidal maniac - Creepypasta - Madoka Magica! - Ren and Stimpy - Archer - Wii deleted you - Slime Rancher - Onigiri game - Zoophobia - Hazbin hotel - Helluva boss - The walking dead - I, Zombie - Cry of fear - Soul eater - Pokemon - Animal crossing - Ponytown - Popee the performer - Dramatical murder - Vocaloid - Bojack horseman - Little Nightmares - Code Vein - Vita Carnis - Fantastic mr. fox - Strangled red - Kuroshitsuji - Life is strange<3)
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| #1 Alien dog space scientist!! Hihii! My name is Max, but I go by Eos too! Im an Omori, fluttershy, Alois, and Gir IRL! I like to make Moodboards and Stimboards, and I take requests! (Only moodboards for now :3) I'm extremely anti-social, but I'm trying to open up more! So please don't be upset if I don't reply to messages or anything for a couple of days, I promise im nice, tho! Im also a part of the Therian, Agere, and Petre community, so if that makes you uncomfy or angry, please just dont interact with me! Ty. I also like cooking and painting! im a better chef than Gordon frfr. Also, i am a MINOR. so if you are an adult, please dont interact with me unless it's for requests |
( Also, my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, and I require to know yours before you speak to me :3 not seriously, but you can tell a lot about someone from their fav icecream.. so I wouldn't mind knowing!!+< )
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inactivegaz · 1 year ago
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͙ ୭̥⋆*。 hello! im kali (23, they/she) and welcome to my video game side blog 💞 i follow/interact from @deverys the main games you’ll see here right now are baldur's gate, call of duty, and spider-man 2 (with the occasional apex legends and overwatch 2) i make gifs, upload gameplay on occasion, i also write when the urge presents itself.
stuff i wrote: ☾ romance is not dead (if you keep it just yours) — gaz x oc ☾ you can see me as a secret mission — gaz x oc ☾ the only one i'll ever miss — gaz x oc
☾ flew like a moth to you — astarion x oc
wips ☾ first sight (we love without reason) — gaz x oc ☾ light pink bouqet (promise you'll stay) — wyll x oc
ao3 [x] oc tag [x] talk tag [x] main blog: @deverys
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bakuslove · 11 months ago
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abortedarc · 1 year ago
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╰─➤ ✎ blackwatch logging in.
ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.
ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; ˢᵉˡᶜᵒᵘᵗʰ
2 : 20 ——◦———— 3 : 30
↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
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General Info
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《Blackwatch Collective》
Collective Name: Gir, Clay, Boris, Blackwatch
Body Age: 20
Pronouns: he/it/pup/bun
Hosts Name: Ziggy, Boris, & Pete
Likes: moral orel, the goldfinch, game of thrones, south park, cosplay, & writing
Dislikes: discourse
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Meet Us!
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Frequent Fronters:
🤎 Clay, 43 (age slides), he/him, trauma holder
🤍Ziggy, 17, he/she/it, school helper
🤎 Stephanie, 19, she/they/it, social alter
🤍Boris, 15, he/him, persecutor
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Relationships
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Partner System [♡|Meatsuit System]
˚ ₍🗒₎ ❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇᴇᴍs ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ❞ 彡˚ ༘♡
poly + not looking
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Friends
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│ Our Friends!
│ ❏ meatsuit
│ ❏ marshall/kenny
│ ❏ golden house system
│ ❏ sierra/artconic
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under 17 bodily
heavily into the goldfinch
anti irl
anti system
basic dni
i block for no reason or little reason
fakeclaimers
heavy posting discourse, we just like staying neutral
if you’re associated with anyone we hate we’ll just block no offense just don’t want to deal with drama
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@irl-boris-pavlikovsky boris alter’s sideblog
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edensrose · 2 years ago
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day three : shame ( eönwë )
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   eönwë ⠀〳 ⠀  ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. the war of wrath will forever plague his mind, even after simple training sessions with his fellow maiar ( war themes ៸៸ blood ៸៸ killing insinuation )
· ⊰ notes. back at it again with bullying eönwë <3
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Ilmarin’s pools were the perfect place to retreat to after a long day of training. Sweat, crimson and dirt wash off into the crystal-like waters, leaving his folded wings as pristine as always. His hands, calloused with aeons of swordsmanship, cup the clear liquid and pour it down his face. 
Yet the warm waters do nothing to quell the storm overtaking Eönwë’s heart as he continues to bathe. If anything, they remind him of the heat of battle. Of the rush that sent his mind into a high. Of the fresh blood that stained his armour, his skin, his wings, and especially — 
His sword. 
Cerulean hues cast a glance at his blade that lays elegantly in its sheath beside his clothes that he abandoned before venturing into the waters. There is a ringing in his ears and a whisper in the air. As though his very sword — a symbol of his title, authority and righteousness — mocks him. Taunts him. Reminds him of those fateful nights in which the ground flowed with res and screams poured through the air.
The faint glimmer of that same colour that Eönwë had grown to despise catches his vision within the pools. Slipping from his skin and drifting off into nothingness. 
It was just training, he tells himself. 
Training cannot be compared to the war. 
. . . Then why are these images plaguing him so? 
Eönwë makes the mistake of focusing on the swirls of red within the crystal waters and in doing so comes face to face with a monster. A being of true malice. Of dishonour. A soldier. A murderer. 
The General of Valinor’s Host Himself. 
A shudder courses through his body and he can hardly recognise the image that he stares into. The sight of his hair mangled and clotted with red. His eyes bloodshot. His face stained with dirt and smeared with the same shade of crimson that coats him entirely. This image certainly is not a reflection of his current self, who stands in the pools clean and flawless. 
Was he truly clean? 
As if to answer his question, spots of that same damn shade take his vision and he quickly turns to his arms. One, two, three — multiple. His hands and arms begin to surface with a deep red and his eyes shoot open wide in surprise. 
His hands are quick to splash water onto himself. He rubs his arms vigorously. He scrapes at the vision of blood and yet it refuses to dissipate. No matter how much he soaked himself in water or lathered on soap. No matter how much he frantically rubbed and scrubbed and begged it to go away. 
The lump in his throat barely allows a noise of distress to leave him as his hands practically claw at the deep colour. His eyes are agape and desperate as he argues for his mind to spare him these agonising games. 
“Stop,’’
“Stop —”
“S-Stop.’’
He inhales sharply, eyes brimming with tears. It mattered not how much he washed or how much he pleaded. Never would he be able to remove the stain from his hands. The crimson that now defined his very being. 
Even as he wept to the heavens and beseeches The One himself. 
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