#🌻 musing

[famiglia-lealta]

Oh, you're my favourite thing~ All the happiness that you bring; Well, it feels like I've opened my eyes again! And the colors are golden and bright again! There's a song in my heart, I feel like I belong--

🌻It's a better place since you came along🌻

[sunnie-angel]

Give me a Jason Todd that never fully left the grave. Where he used to run hot, he now runs cold. Not just in a “my body temperature is perpetually a few degrees colder than human” way, but in a “I never fully feel warm” kind of way. The leather jacket isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s to keep the chill out of his bones on Gotham rooftops (it doesn’t work but it’s better than nothing). The gloves aren’t just a forensic countermeasure. They’re there to keep his fingers from going stiff from cold even on warm summer nights. Under his steel toed boots, his socks are made of thick wool so his toes stay warm enough to keep sensation in them.

Give me a Jason Todd that sometimes feels the phantom sensation of wet dirt on his skin. No matter how hard he scrubs the feeling won’t go away. Who can’t wear specific fabrics because they remind him of the silk lining of his coffin. Who sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and has to turn a light on, the darkness a touch too close to the blackness of the coffin. Who has to sleep with some kind of blade, not because of his training, but because it could be used to lever open a coffin lid.

Give me a Jason Todd that can’t remember what it was like to be buried alive but knows exactly what it feels like. He’s left the grave but it’s never left him.

[yaekiss]

hi so [holds head in hands] no pressure to fulfill this request of course but like. heizou, kazuha, and the wanderer (separate) going down on you lol,, haha,, bonus points if it’s their first time doing anything with you,, or anyone, for that matter,,, (afab mc preferred ^^)

oh and since you’re not familiar with heizou’s character yet, i have some ideas … i know a lot of people make him out to be super experienced and like yeah. no shame to that. that’s epic. but god. look. listen… there’s untapped potential here [shakes you aggressively] heizou, aware of his own flirty reputation and also wanting to impress you, pretends to know what he’s doing and acts all confident like yeah. i got this bbg. i fucked around already. mhm. totally. i’m gonna give you the time of your life fr. yet he just… mentally bluescreens when it actually gets to the real deal. his face heats up, his mouth goes slack, and he stares like an idiot. internal monologue is probably: what do i do. what do i DO. i do not want to fuck this up HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKK. eventually you get sick of his virgin act and decide to help him out by sitting on his face and riding the fuck out of him. yeah

— 🌻 nonnie (i hope you’re well!)

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆?

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader! x Sub! Heizou, Sub! Kazuha, Sub! Wanderer (separate), terms "pussy" "folds" & "clit" used to refer to reader's anatomy, terms "cunt" & "folds" used to describe Wanderer's anatomy, cunnilingus (reader receiving in all 3 parts, implied giving in Wanderer's part), you ride their faces 😼, all 3 of them are inexperienced, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: Thank you for waiting 🌻 anon!!! Ran out of steam after Heizou's part so Kazuha's and Wanderer's parts are in bulleted points orz... Anyways, here's ur order of the an3mo boys eating you out ♡ Hope you enjoy hehe !!

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟕𝟐𝟒: 𝑺. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒖

After countless weeks (weeks!) of chasing each other around, Heizou’s cryptic riddles and your vague replies for him to unravel, he finally has you where he wants you! (Or do you have him right where you want him?)

Though, you need to give him credit where credit is due. Everything in the room has been set up to your liking and the thought of how much effort he put into this has your heart fluttering a bit.

“Well? Impressed?” There’s a cocky smirk on Heizou’s face and you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. You’re aware of the reputation he’s amassed on the streets, rumours of how he’s a casanova unlike no other, how he can charm anyone into his arms. Frankly, you couldn’t really see the supposed suave flirtatious persona in him. Like, are we talking about the same Heizou? The man who made you go on a wild goose chase through the town, only to reach a scenic lake and have the moment ruined by him falling into the water while he’s excitedly waving to you from afar. (Though his shirt got soaked through and you got to see his cute nipples… Hmm, maybe the rumours have some truth to them after all.) But you’re not one to back down without a fight.

“I’ll give you my answer in the morning so you better make tonight count, detective.” Slowly shedding your clothes, you eye him with a brimming anticipation as he watches, his own eyes glued to your mesmerising figure. 

After you lay back on the bed, Heizou wastes no time in diving between your legs, trailing featherlight kisses up from your calf to your inner thighs. He slowly inches his way up towards your core before, all of a sudden, all his previous actions stop. You can feel his hands on you falter a bit as the bed shifts and dips as he sits back on his knees. Puzzled by the change in the mood, you sit up to check on Heizou but the sight you see is not one you were exactly expecting. 

His face is glowing with how red and blushy he’s gotten, hidden behind his hands as he tries to hide the expression he’s making. Clearing his throat and turning away from your gaze, he gulps audibly.

“Just… just give me a second to c-compose myself…” An odd awkwardness filters through the air and you can’t help but quirk an eyebrow up at this (not so) unforeseen turn of events.

“Why, is my little casanova scared? Where did your previous bravado go?” Teasing him further, you crawl seductively towards him, taking full amusement in watching him squirm nervously, peeking at you through the gaps of his fingers. 

“I’m not… scared… what are you talking about? Ahahaha…” His strained laughter trails off at the end and it’s the last straw for you. Annoyance taking hold of you, you grab onto his shoulders and push him down so that he’s lying on the bed, olive eyes wild and bewildered as they stare up at you. For the first time in a while, he has no idea what to expect and frankly, he didn’t think he’d be so turned on by it.

Before he can register what’s happening, mind hazy with lust and desire, you’ve planted yourself on his face. Tongue instinctively darting out, he tastes your slick and the mix of a whine and a groan escapes him. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you grind down on his face harder to chase your own climax. 

Heizou’s pussy eating skills are honestly pitiful but he almost makes up for it through his sheer enthusiasm alone. Messy slurps and moans fill the room as he clumsily laps up at your folds, drenching his mouth and chin. Your thighs clamp down on either side of his head but he shows no signs of slowing down or even stopping for air.

“I-it’s all… hahh… bark and no bite with- ah! -you isn’t it, Heizou?” All you get in return is a pathetic whine as he shifts so his nose nudges up against your clit. And that’s what it takes for you to cum. You ride out your high, your pace slowing down while you try to catch your breath. As your gaze refocuses, you catch a glimpse of the damp patch growing at the crotch area of Heizou’s pants and you laugh at his dazed drunken expression when you get off of him. 

Looks like you weren’t the only one who came.

“I’m impressed with your performance for now, detective. But for higher accuracy, what say we go for a few more rounds?”

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟎𝟐𝟗: 𝑲. 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

He’s probably the one who brings it up after overhearing one of the many raunchy conversations between Captain Beidou and the Tianquan (someone please buy him noise-cancelling earplugs)

The more he thinks about it, the more the idea seems viable. Besides, if it doesn’t work out in the end, the two of you would have learnt more about your tastes and preferences!

But seriously, he needs to pick a better time to spring his suggestions on you. While dining at a food stall, he nonchalantly asks you, “Would you mind if I… went down on you… the next time we make love?”

You almost did a spit take at his words

Internally cursing Beidou (how dare she unknowingly corrupt your adorable Kazuha before you can!!), you swallow your beverage before replying

“If it’s what you want, I’m not opposed to it darling”

The smile he flashes you is blinding and the moment would’ve been more tender if it weren’t for the previous lascivious question 

Sigh, still, how could you say no to such a cute lover

He’s another inexperienced one, years of drifting around and never really settling down with anyone means that he’s physically exposed to a lot of things for the first time with you

But he’s open minded, always open to trying out new experiences and kinks while making sure the both of you are comfortable

While he eats you out, he gets a little intoxicated by you, enjoying how you feel against his tongue, savouring every inch of you

Nothing else in the world matters right now expect pleasing you and making you cum on his face

Although you’re the one riding on him, somehow he’s the louder one????

He lets out muffled breathy puffs and moans, whining and squirming under you as he licks and indulges in you, occasionally calling out your name interspersed with, “More!” or “I love you!”

Feeling your orgasm building up, you gyrate your hips downwards to drive his tongue deeper in you

You cream on his face and he doesn’t hesitate to clean you up, not wasting a single drop (he’s really such a dear!)

The next day, Beidou gives him a firm slap on his back, chuckling about how she’s “glad that he’s getting some, but please keep it down, the other crewmates are trying to sleep”

Kazuha is understandably mortified and downright embarrassed at her words

He looks in your direction for some help but all you do is just laugh and think to yourself:

How can you make him scream your name next time?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟏𝟎𝟑: 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓

Granted, you were a little tipsy after a night out of drinking with Kaveh but you just had to bring it up to Wanderer as he’s hauling your drunk ass back home

“Hey… how about… hic!... you eat me out next time…? Hmm?”

He’s so thankful that you passed out in his arms before you could see his face explode into a shade of crimson at your words

“Seriously, how are you so shameless?”

When you wake up the next morning and go about your day, you can’t help but notice that your sweetheart has been staring at you nonstop (from across the room, sitting opposite you at the dining table, you name it)

However, whenever you try to ask him about it, he scoffs and hastily brushes you off, tilting his hat to avert your eyes while he rushes off (before inevitably coming back to continue staring at you 🙄)

Sick and tired of his antics, you manage to corner him and interrogate (read: bully) an answer out of the man

After he spills the beans on how he's been fantasising about what you said last night, you turn your gaze downwards and true to his words, he’s already drenched in his shorts

“To think the high and mighty Wanderer would be so affected by a passing comment, how lewd!”

Things progress quickly and the two of you find your way into the bedroom, lips locked in a heated kiss with hands roaming each other’s body

As you break from the kiss, he lays back and prepares for you to ride his face, resolve steeled even if he’s never done this before

You hover over his face since you’re worried about potentially suffocating him but he clicks his tongue and straight up says, “Are you looking down on me? I obviously have no need for air unlike you mortals do. Sit. On. My. Face.”

Hands grabbing your thighs, he plants you down on his face and goes to town

He eats you out with a feverish devotion, spurred on by the moans and praises that slip past your lips as if they’re the most divine hymns he’s ever heard

(If you’re his god, then he’s more than happy to be your throne!)

His eyes roll back when you tug on his hair as you cum, the pain mixed with pleasure muddies his senses but it doesn’t stop him from slurping up your release

Shakily pulling yourself off of his face, you think you hear a whine from him, violet eyes teary and pupils blown wide

You push his legs apart and settle yourself in front of his wet cunt, your hot breath fans across his sensitive folds and he has to stop himself from rolling his hips down to meet your face

“You were so good for me sweetheart, now let me return the favour yeah?”

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[lezliebrooke]

- ATTICUS

[jolteonkin]

You know. I'm glad I stay out of community discourse at this point slkngslkn so much of it makes me feel. Alienated in my experience. Like. So many creatures out there talk about how them being a therian or just non human in general is this awful experience for them and that they're experience is almost never happy and they subscribe to the idea that to be a therian or to be non human is to be unhappy and miserable all the time ( and as someone who's also trans and not perisex this just reeks of transmed talking points but I'm not the first to point that out) it just makes me feel like I'm just a fraud.

It saddens me how I have such a... loving and happy relationship to my caninehood and I look at a community who is hurting, for understandable reasons, but takes that hurt and attack people for not fitting into the mold they think it should be. I watch as a non spiritual therian who doesn't quite know where their doghood came from nor feels like being a therian is this terrible thing no one would wish upon themselves and I just... ache for others just trying to find some explanation or comfort in themselves.

And with something as PERSONAL and UNIQUE as non humanity it only makes me wish the community was more open to how others identities are personal and how others overlap. And sure I can understand the sentiment that being a therian can be difficult but it's already bled into such a sufferers mindset that if you're happy at all being a therian you must be faking in some way cause "it's miserable". That's just not what it is for me. My experience so deeply personal and hard to describe and not like many others but at the end of the day I'm a therian. Because I see myself as a dog I more comfortable viewing myself as a dog referring to myself as a dog makes me happy! And that's all I, and anyone else, needs to feel or be personally valid in their non-humanity, really.

[romaritimeharbor]

I'M SO COOKED BRO I WAS AT LIKE 600 BOOPS RECEIVED

[samshiney]

01. INTRODUCTION

N'Vaeh Solari is a sun seeker miqote from the Nagxia. Just a child when the Empire attacked her village, leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. Due to her parents last act of love, a group of warriors managed to get several children into the jungle. After a long, arduous journey, they arrived in Gridania.

This is where Vaeh grew up, taking up the bow at a young age, and began to learn how to hunt and survive alongside the archers.

She's both my WOL but I also have nonWOL AUs in place for her as well. Since Nagxia was based off Vietnam, I decided to make Vaeh's origin there as well, since I'm Vietnamese.

Personality wise, Vaeh is optimistic and adventurous. I believe she could make friends with anyone, sharing her laughter and brightness with almost anyone she encounters. She's extremely resourceful and knows the cost of life. Given the opportunity at a better life, she tries not to waste it. She's trusting to a fault, constantly observing those around her, and very attune to other people's emotions.

She loves baking but is not a great cook. Romance books are her favorite and she can be found lounging in the sun or picking flowers. If she wasn't bounty hunting or doing WOL things (in either AU) she probably would start a florist shop & arrange flowers for people.

[daffyjjk]

These photos clearly illustrate why Jimin said his MBTI is cute—it shows! 😭 Plus, this song is filled with warmth and comfort. OMG!

[showmethehotpods]

My headcanons around immortality and rebirth with Gig are fairly fluid, considering there's not always the precise finer details on how it all works. I feel that if other Gods require it, Gig can be reborn/reincarnated. Gig himself seems capable of influencing his own rebirth.

But the terrible little angst gremlin in me thinks about the idea that whilst Gig can 'die', it never sticks permanently, and he's always brought back time and time again, friend after friend, lover after lover, a timeless spector of death watching souls slip between his fingers - feeling the rage and anguish that something somewhere just won't let him give up the job.

How heavily it must weigh to collect the souls of people you've spent their lifetime with, helping them go to the next life - knowing you'll be doing it and again and again.

[cflight]

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Happy birthday Cypar!

"The birthday guy gets a wish, right?"

"Then, I wish that every day in the future will be filled with laughter with everyone!"

The blonde youth's smile is refreshing, and the light in his eyes as sharp and brilliant as the sword he carries, leaving a lasting impression on everyone who meets him.

[sunnie-angel]

I always think love takes Jason Todd by surprise. He doesn’t go searching for love, but it sneaks up on him, slips into his life when he’s not looking. It’s so unexpected in the ways it arrives but he always, always makes room for it when it does.

Embracing love and all its possibilities is not without its own difficulties. He worries love is like a searchlight, going room to room in the walls of his heart and the chambers of his mind, illuminating all of the peeling paint and broken glass. That fear makes him shy away instinctively. It takes conscious will and steeled nerves to let himself be known, to be loved, but he does it willingly. Like a moth to a flame, the risk doesn’t deter him from coming back again and again, to get a little bit closer to that source of light.

Love shifts Jason’s outlook. Love doesn’t consume him, doesn’t take him over and possess him completely, but it grounds him. Anchors him to a present safe from the dangers of his past. The welcomed glow of the lighthouse lamp to a ship on storm tossed seas. Love brings Jason back to life in ways he didn’t even realize had withered. It’s not the cold glow of the searchlight, honing in on the evidence of crimes long past, but the warm glow of candle light smoothing over edges and lighting up dusty crevices.

Love steals its way into his heart accidentally, but every loving act Jason commits is done with intention.

[bronzeageyuri]

how he looks when im done with him </3

[jolteonkin]

You know. I’ve had phantom ears for a few months now and while I can’t complain it makes me just kind of. Wish I had all of me, you know?

Like aw man I can sense my ears that’s nice :} wish they were real though :/ and that I had my tail :/ and my fur :/ and my paws :/ etc etc

I think what I’m saying is I’m realizing getting a fursuit might cure my species dysphoria/hj In all honesty it wouldn’t hurt to get a partial suit honestly give me my paws tail and a cute fursuit head and I would be so happy. I wanna commission Some suit part of my fursona one day even if it’s not a fullsuit.

[romaritimeharbor]

i haven't seen so many of my lovely anons in quite a long time... i hope you all are doing well 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[samshiney]

04. FREE DAY 🦋

Do you guys believe that sometimes bugs / birds / other creatures in the world are reincarnations of your ancestors or lost loved ones visiting you? I think that's what Vaeh believes for Monarch butterflies. When she arrived in Grid for the first time, two of them landed on the tip of her arrow as she was nocking it back. As if to say, she was safe & still being looked after.

Now, every time Vaeh sees them, she sees it as a sign of good luck. Or of growth & hope.