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[hiddenlilja]

who?: @suyinskiss where?: the kingdom of iskaldrik, many moons ago notes: flashback interaction: the events in this thread have occurred somewhere around the year 3007. at this point in time, lilja was going by the name olezka

If Olezka could summarize the lessons she had learned thus far, having left not long ago the familiarity of the mountain passes and the family of wolves that wove like shadows along the Spine in exchange for an entirely different world of monsters, she would abridge her learnings as such: For every kind set of eyes, there are ten more pairs that want to see you dead, and this world requires you to use your teeth like the last one.

Of course, language still largely escaped her, then.

Olezka sat in silence on a plush green armchair, wrapped in the borrowed silks of her host. A fire spit embers in the hearth behind her, and a thin blanket was draped over her lap. She had survived thus far on the charity of supernaturals like her current host—although Suyin's home was significantly more lavish than any of her previous abodes. The room she sat in now was dark and warm; thick carpets with rich colors and enthralling patterns were strewn across the floor. Opposite where she sat, a high-backed leather armchair faced her and the hearth, and beyond it stretched a lounging sofa with intricately carved feet. Compared to the plank walls and rolled sleeping mats she was used to—and the stone and brush before that—she assumed she must be in a palace, and her host here was of some kind of royal blood. Despite the strange allure and decadence of this place, she also sensed her and Suyin were more alike than the other supernaturals she had met before her. They shared a certain thirst—and that was a thing that needed few words to be understood, at least to her.

But where Olezka satiated her hunger on the blood of wild mammals, her strigoi protector regularly drank from humans. The first time Olezka had seen her do it, a wave of repulsion had washed through her. Compared to animal blood, the scent of humans was cloyingly thick and sweet. But gradually, that smell had come to permeate her consciousness and drift into her dreams. Even now, recalling it, she could feel saliva well behind her molars. She was hungry. Hunger was one of her first words in this new life. As if her thoughts had called her, Suyin swept into the room with preternatural grace, her black hair gleaming in the low light. Where Olezka was sharp edges and scars and feral smiles, Suyin was sleek and charming, hypnotizing in her elegance.

"Whayt—?" Olezka asked her, by way of greeting. It was the closest she could come to forming a question just then.

[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[hiddenlilja]

who?: @alucardrakul where?: a tavern in haven notes: <3

Lilja cared little for confined spaces, and even less for company. The tavern in which she sat was dimly lit, and the torches mounted in iron sconces on the walls threw their scant light in frenzied flickers upon the wooden tables and floors, making shadows dance in the corners of the room. Or were those her shadows dancing, fidgeting as she was in the confines of this space, anxious to spill out the door and bleed back into the starless night? She couldn't be sure, so she only looked away.

The tavern was scattered with patrons in groups of two or three, most of them sitting at wooden tabes and sipping from frosted steins, speaking in low voices or gravelly growls. The woman behind the polished countertop of the bar made it a point not to catch the dhampir's red eyes as she passed by, although she had set one of those frothing drinks before her not long after Lilja had settled herself in the far corner. Lilja could smell the strangeness of these wolf-people on the barmaid, and wondered if the woman couldn't also smell the centuries of wilderness that still clung to Lilja like a fading cloak. Momentarily, the barmaid arched one eyebrow at her, a silent question—she had already learned previously that Lilja's proficiency in the common tongue was, how you say, shit. The dhampir's red eyes dropped to the half-empty stein in front of her and she shrugged. Apparently, it was answer enough; a few moments later, a freshly frothing drink replaced the old one. Lilja was staring into the stein's honeyed contents with distaste, when a voice at her ear made her jump. Her eyes snapped upward in surprise, and landed on a gaze startlingly similar to her own. For a moment, she could only blink. It took several more for her to process that he had spoken to her—and even longer to decode what he had said. Dhampir. That was the word for her kind. This stranger was like her—but did that mean she could trust him? Lilja watched as her sudden companion gestured to the barmaid, and was promptly ignored. Hesitantly, she pushed the fresh stein a few inches across the countertop toward him, some of the beer sloshing over the side of the glass. We may be the only dhampirs for miles, he had said.

"So, zis iz not uh place for our kind?" She managed to ask him, her accent thick and halting.

@hiddenlilja location: Haven (Technically I think Feronia is still alpha? She's old now tho) notes: last call before damnation

Fresh off of telling his father that he had joined the Legion of the Dead, Alucard made for what would be his last stop before he was posted at Nornwatch Keep. The dhampir was inherently uncomfortable in any social setting, but this one was already more intense because he couldn't shake the notion that the wolves here didn't like him on principle. Alucard did his best to appear friendly and approachable, he'd smiled at those who passed him by and he made strong eye contact to inspire something akin to intimacy... but so far nothing had worked.

Alucard's smiles looked more like snarls, and the piercing red gaze of a creature that didn't need to blink could only be called intimidating, but not intimate. Wearing the black armor of one of the Legion of the Dead, the cloak of the Church of Night of Veilcrest dragged behind him, stitched in gold embroidery with the sigil of Lusacan the dragon upon it. A symbol of the blight, but a beacon for the path that Alucard had walked before enlisting in the Legion.

"We may be the only dhampirs for miles." Alucard commented as he sat next to the stranger perched at the corner of the bar, gesturing toward the bartender who, instead, pretended not to see Alucard at all.

[crsssie]

Can you do a Jaime smut where the reader treats him to a blow job to help him relax after he’s had a stressful day?

warmth. - jaime reyes x reader (nsfw warning)

"Oh, mierda, mi vida." Jaime curses, fingers curling uncomfortably next to his sides as you lick up his length. "Y-you don't have to do this."

Jaime really doesn't like asking you to do these things for him. He'd much rather be pressed in your legs, sandwiched between your thighs as he pleases you, but this isn't uncomfortable at all, rather, it's complete bliss— watching as you take him your mought, lashes fluttering as you try and get adjusted to the length, face contorted a little, brows furrowed.

"You look gorgeous," Jaime whimpers, staring down at you through his lashes.

You hum around his cock, hand reaching for one of his, lacing your fingers with his as you try taking more of him. You pull off of him, panting with your mouth open as the saliva connecting your lips to his length break.

"Mi vida, are you—"

"You can use your hands, you know?" You mumble. "I'd like it, and it'd be easier. Besides, this is about you, not me."

Jaime mumbles, free hand lacing through your hair as you blink up at him, nodding. This time, he guides you slowly, gradually speeding up as he feels himself get close, apologies spewing off his lips as he forces himself to the back of your throat, moaning as he cums, apologizing as he pulls out of your mouth, kneeling and apologizing, only for you to look him in the eye, and show him your tongue.

"Mi vida, I'm so—"

You swallow, showing him your tongue after, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Feel better?"

"Of course." He mumbles, kissing you. "Always."

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[botanikos]

Hey, can I have your attention for just a moment? Yes? FANTASTIC!

Here we go then —

I want to take a moment and just. . . . Shine a light on a few things. And by a few things, I mean you all! Now, I have 1 rule about this post: You Cannot Compliment Me In The Replies. Full stop. This post is about YOU!

That being out of the way, I want to let you all know how much I appreciate each and every one of you! I have made some amazing friends since I started this blog, and it has been an incredible ride so far! Honestly, I never intended to be here but am so glad I am! Coming onto this blog makes my days a little easier, a little brighter, and especially so during the ones that feel a bit darker and harder to get through.

I want you to know something: I think your writing is INCREDIBLE! The amount of passion and depth I see everyone pouring into their muses is staggering! There is so much fun to be had reading your words and interacting with you [ and to those I am mutuals with but have limited to no interactions with yet. . . I am so sorry! Believe it or not, I am an anxious person and am actually admiring you from afar ] ! Not a day goes by where I don't gasp, laugh, or smile at something on my dashboard. The variety, the nuances — and I've met so many kind people!

There are truly no words. The ones above feel so little in comparison to the big feelings I have! I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you! Please never lose your spark, remember to have fun, and do your best not to doubt yourselves or the potential you harbor!

And thank you — thank you so much for visiting my little blog and choosing to stay with me through the chaos!

Much love from yours truly, Jude ☆

[fangswbenefits]

How do you even top the magic these lyrics hold? You just can't....

[fakeuwus]

ready to see enha 😁😁😁

[glacialswordsman]

@inblazes | closed starter.

Tink, tink, tink.

With every step Kaeya made into the otherwise peaceful night within the city of Mondstadt, the little spheres that decorated his anklets clinked against the metal. It wasn’t a loud sound by any means, as Kaeya was generally light-footed, but any trained ear would still be able to hear him as he silently walked the paved paths of the city that led out the gates.

Restless—he was terribly restless. Ever since Kaeya’s return from his getaway with Ajax in Sumeru, things felt…off. Initially, he was content to be home, all his worries having been left behind in the Nation of Wisdom all thanks to that darling man with ginger hair. He and Ajax have gotten closer ever more as they spent weeks together, away from their duties and away from everything that had been haunting them. It was just the two of them, salvaging their relationship and coming out stronger than they had ever been. Together. It was well-needed, no matter how much Kaeya had believed he didn’t deserve any of it.

It was evident in the way he had been smiling so brilliantly once he returned to Mondstadt. It was so apparent that he was able to see the expressions of relief many folks wore when they welcomed him home. He did notice some…apprehension, lining some of their faces, and honestly it should have set off alarms in his head the moment he felt something was off. However, he paid it no mind, as he was instead reveling in the feeling of practically walking on air compared to the previous months.

Ever since his most recent fight with his br—…

... With Master Diluc.

Recalling it sent a sharp pang through the Alberich man’s chest, yet he recovered quickly and pressed on as he headed towards the Angel’s Share to indulge in a few drinks and catch up with the usual barflies, as well as Charles—and that’s where those feelings of restlessness began.

Stepping upon the worn, dirt roads towards Starfell Valley, Kaeya winced as he remembered the day of his return.

He remembers swinging the door of the Angel’s Share wide open, gleefully calling out to Charles and announcing his return—only to suddenly freeze in his spot as his eye didn’t catch familiar brunet locks, but instead a mane of flames. His jovial expression fell immediately and instead gave way to something else entirely.

Shame.

It was as though a bucket of frigid, glacial waters was dumped right over his head, the air surrounding him shifting and becoming absolutely chilling towards anyone nearby.

Kaeya felt like he had been glued to his spot for ages, yet in reality, it was only a few seconds. However, it was a few too many. He had been caught off-guard and failed to slip on his mask quick enough, fumbling with it before finally donning it with a cordial smile towards the Ragnivindr man.

It seems his time in Sumeru made him lax.

He had approached the bar and ordered a bottle of Dandelion Wine to take back home, even offering his greetings to Diluc, before leaving the Tavern altogether to return home.

The guilt of that interaction, though, was not the only thing that made him restless. There was something stirring, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on—but it made whatever had been docile up until now start howling within him. He was frustrated, feeling as though his every instinct had dulled since his vacation. It all became clear, though, once he thought back on Ajax and realized that what he sensed during their very first encounter is what he's sensing now. The Abyss.

It’s not the Chasm, no. It’s not as though something had been unearthed—but rather, it felt as though something had been…

Completed.

Even the Ordo caught onto some strange movements regarding the Abyss Order, and while normally they would be more cautious on how to tackle this situation, Kaeya was more than willing to investigate it for them. It was, admittedly, a little suspicious of him to take up such a job on his own so quickly, but he needed to know. He needed to put some of these tumultuous feelings within him to rest, and the only way to do that was by understanding what was going on. Thus, the reason for his late-night trek towards the Thousand Winds Temple, in search of someone that may have the answers.

[miidnighters]

me: ok the housework is as done as it's gonna get time to sit on my ass and eat some ice cream it: starts bucketing as soon as I sit down me: realised I opened all the windows to let some fresh air in

[sd-vtm]

Okay Mrs Bossy Bolts.. @enigmaincrimson

“ Whatever.. I’m not here for idle chitchat..so hurry up would you?” The other mumbled under her breath, arms rather crossed tightly around her as the drone turned back around to eye the open space before them. Why did she get stuck being someone’s stupid bodyguard? She could be off helping take down human bases but nooo, lets put V on babysitting duty! As if the humans would come all the way out here..

Sure they where in a war with the fleshies, but come on.. Can’t the other take care of her self..? The shorter femdrone turned her head around and peered over a shoulder again to watch curiously. “…What are you doing anyways.?”

Came the burning question she been dying to ask since they both got here. One could tell her irritation was getting higher, from the swishing of her syringevtsil idly flicking more behind her.

[porchkissed]

𓂅 ☾ ⇾ closed starter ; conrad for belly. @fadingmadness

❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜

[hiddenlilja]

who?: @theportaraceli where?: near tiber bay, the city of eterna, lysara notes: thank you kindly for your patience <3

The evening was cool and dim by the time Lilja emerged. The sun long since sunk past the great Tower of Olympia, visible from almost any point in the city, along with most of the shorter, squatter buildings, as well. All the same, the dhampir drew the hood of her cloak about her head, her reddish eyes flicking nervously from one end of the alley to the other, like an animal testing the safety of an open clearing. There was a gentle breeze tugging at the hem of her cloak, fluttering the pendants and banners tacked over the entryways of shops and restaurants. It carried with it the briny scent of the bay—her unspoken destination. She had learned there was always something to be overhead amidst the bustling of merchants unloading and loading their ships, in the calls of traders up and down the docks.

What she did not anticipate was the sudden flash of a familiar face; eyes she had known from the other side of the sea, hands that had helped carry her here. She turned in the other direction, almost as if to make off before she could be seen, but her path was squarely blocked by two men carrying a long chest of silks off a merchant ship. She turned back again, and the crowd seemed to jostle her along, closer so that Lilja almost could not help the moment her eyes locked with Araceli's. "Oh," She said simply, her tone cool but her smile soft as she held the other woman's gaze. "It is you."

[nottswitch]

last night i had a dream about the saddest fucking fic scenario with theo… heartbreaking, angsty, all that. and i will be writing it as a full fic, so brace yourselves for… idk when. but brace yourselves, just in case.

[necrostar]

Ah, how lucky he was to linger around these parts of Domino at night. If he couldn't go out and stare at the stars like he wanted, then he could spread his annoyance and irritation to someone else (and make some money, too)! A low chuckle left his throat as he counted the yen from the latest pilfered wallet.

"Hope you weren't saving this for anything, idiot." Bakura mumbled under his breath. Look at this! This is enough for groceries for at least the week! Score of the night, most likely. Stupid tourists. They always make themselves obvious and don't even bother protecting themselves from pickpockets. Ah, well, his gain and their loss! 

The wallet in question, once he was done, was 'dropped' in an alleyway. Best to make it look like someone else forgot it. Besides, in a place like this? Where everyone was either drunk or a tourist? Who would notice? 

Perhaps everyone except, well, them. The wealthy side of town that bordered this one. His gaze wandered up the rather nice buildings, an internal disgust churning inside of him. Imagine having so much money you can literally live above the poor. With just one gaze out a skyline window, you can pretend it's nothing but their pretentious selves with the little plebians scuttling beneath their feet. Tch.

But alas, he had to walk that way to go home. And they always stared and sneered at him. They knew he didn't belong. He knew he didn't belong. But one way or another, he had to go home to his little poor house and live his little poor life because he wasn't born made out of gold. He was fuming just thinking about it.

Fuming so much, in fact, that a silly little thought crossed his mind.  'Hey, Bakura, have you thought about trying the nightlife? I heard it's great for stealing.' 'But I don't have an ID. I know they check those, I pass by it every other night!' 'I know, but didn't you steal from Ryo the other night by mistake? You still have his wallet!'

He still has Ryo's wallet. Fuck it! Come on Barbie, we're gonna party!

And off he went, bolting to practically the first one he saw. But, dare he say, the lady right in front of him looks familiar. Where did he see that face before...?

@my-ohh-mai

[crsssie]

Bruce Wayne with #13 please? I love your works!

you should be mine for life, i'll be signing every dotted line - bruce wayne x reader

If someone had told you years ago that you'd be with a racing heart each time Bruce Wayne himself stopped at your coffee shop in the morning, you would have called them bullshit.

It's interesting to see him stopping by your place under Wayne Enterprise for a morning coffee, thanking you as he goes about his day.

He tips well — you can't complain.

You're content with simply seeing him every morning, handing him a coffee and calling his name, him thanking you as you tell him to have a good day.

It's all fine until you call in sick one morning and you return the next morning to Bruce asking you why you had been gone previously.

"Sick." You mumble.

"Feeling better?"

You nod, taking his order and handing it to him, blinking as he hands you a tip with a wink... and his number.

Oh.

secret of us (deluxe) event

[botanikos]

AND BEFORE ANYONE ASKS - YES, ONE VERSE OFFERS THE CLOACA AND IT'S LITERALLY JUST THE MAIN CANON.