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PHAINON. HONKAI STAR RAIL ﾉ gn reader ᯽ entering the public bath in okhema just to get absolutely embarrassed by phainon undressing in front of you because he’s too handsome ᯽ FLUFF (BARELY SUGGESTIVE) CONTENT ᯽

So… perhaps you just weren’t entirely aware of how much of importance a bathing ritual holds here in Okhema until you witnessed it yourself. Such a startling view it must be to see the beautiful moonlight-haired hero turn his back on you with his arms already opening the sides of his coat. You notice a tiny tremble of exhaustion along his biceps when layer after layer he — pretty much shamelessly or just not expecting you to react any differently from other visitors — disrobes from the garments stained by today’s battle.

Speechless (which is probably for the best) and with your lips parted in disbelief, you observe the elegant motions of his fingers now unfastening the belt holding up his trousers. There are little specks of blood and sand on them; as if hypnotised, you almost miss the moment when they slither off from his muscular legs like a gentle curtain revealing a marble statue.

Unsure if it’s the ever-changing temperature of the public baths or if you truly are getting a fever, the image of his broad shoulders and sculpted back unravels before your eyes in a haze. It makes you feel oddly light-headed as your gaze slides down along his spine, which then dips right above the loose sash covering the tempting roundness of his ass.

Without wasting time, Phainon glances back at you with an innocent and encouraging smile, oblivious to your current predicament, and then he steps forward to slip into the warm water with a fatigued exhale of utter contentment… hoping you’ll join him very soon…

“This feels great… Come on!” He encourages once more with another glimpse over the shoulder — and all the while completely missing out on the flustered expression on your face. Too astonished to utter one word, you merely nod at his request with some difficulty while trying to regain control over your rapidly racing heart.

There is nothing but a single piece of fabric keeping him modest, yet you can still admire his impeccable complexion as well as every curve and contour of muscle mass defining the features of a perfect warrior. Suddenly feeling overheated once more, you hesitate for a few long seconds whether or not you should do the same — undressing and joining him in such intimate (to you) proximity — only for him to sigh dramatically once he realises what’s keeping you.

“Come here.” Slowly spinning around with an intrigued spark in his sapphire eyes. “There’s a cooler pool on the other side if this one’s too hot for you.”

Oh, he doesn’t get it…!

[persicipen]

PHAINON ﾉ cock hcs. not sfw hcs ✘ kindly remember that your fictional faves look and act exactly as you imagine them yourself :3 those are my own (current) hcs and i can very much agree with any other vision! ✘ ADULT CONTENT ﾉ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Perfect, divine, flawless, ideal— whatever synonym you can find that describes him just right. Is he even aware that even his cock is as beautiful and generous as is his heart? Well, perhaps not entirely as the tip flushes the same intense shade of pink as his cheeks despite the eagerness. It throbs and pulses excitedly, oozing little beads of pearlescent precum that shimmer akin to glittery gold that runs through his veins. Speaking of veins, they glimmer gently under the sensitive skin (yes, it’s very sensitive, to the point that even an exhale near his length makes him shudder).

If you put him in your mouth or swallow, there will remain a lingering aftertaste — not intense, not gentle either, but something that will make you always think of him again as if you can’t quite let go of him even after parting.

What gets him to cum pretty much immediately is if you suckle only on his tip. He’s too putty in your care, all the flirty comments stuck in his throat because it makes him feel pampered, spoiled, the way you treat him like something fragile despite him being so courageous and strong. So, please, be gentle with him, slow and sweet, and he will melt under your touch.

Which is quite contrary to how he acts if given control. Excited and full of energy, getting impatient and needy to fuck into you faster and faster with a breathy chuckle plastered on his lips. His motivation is fueled further if he manages to fluster you with praises and ardent smiles. Above all, he wants to be your saviour, your hero, the one who welcomes you with open arms and protects you when you lower all your defences in front of him.

[ghostlychaosfoil]

um um fanart for @dettiqueen ‘s one shot “But he was in love…”

long awaited

[mihii-i]

guys what the actual hell?

Why did I lose so many followers? If it’s because of my recent fic I will delete it and remove it from my master lists but can I have an explanation as to why I lost over 150 followers in under a few hours?

I’m not blaming anyone ily all but im just curious as to WHY I lost followers over one single fic which didn’t even contain anything problematic in it, and there’s plenty of other fics for you all to read so why focus on ONE just because it’s from a game that you don’t like?

Again I’m sorry if this came off as harsh I’m just upset and not in my right mind rn because this feels ridiculous

[irladagio]

in light of my recent posts and reblogs, i really want to share my recreation of finch AND ink how it is possible that i made them to be able to be stand alone characters. finch and inks backstories. how they are interesting and how ink can be autistic without it being a terrible and rude stereotype. :) also with them being able to keep much of their og personality if you wanna even call it that.. finch, though i do ship him with hacker, does not need him to be interesting or even involved… I’m going to start with Finch (bc i love him just read my blog page..) his backstory. It’s a lot heavier than what it was made to be. As someone who is familiar with racism and has read many books on his time…I can confirm it was not “yup war and that’s it :)” no. it’s dark and traumatic and I wanna make sure I write it in that light. War/Racism/Transphobia isn’t light or easy to deal with.. and that definitely would explain his “i can’t open up because i’ll get hurt” mentality. I have so much so many extra characters that balance out the excessive amount of men in ds (i understand why tho) they’ll be his friends, subordinates, enemies? World building!!!! I headcanon that he has BDP and I am in no way a mental illness expert and I’ve actually done research like someone who wants to write a character with a condition.. but i want to be as accurate as possible, so i’ll step away from focusing on that for now. But i would basically explain how he manages it, his day to day and stuff like that. This Man Love To Dance And Write and IDC what you say people. Yeah also he’s also texan. deep south, has a slight country accent. Odessa, Texas. No changing my mind on that one either. Katja, I think i wrote a post on her um yeah more on her later. I know im mostly focusing on Finch and yeah i tend to do that i’m sorry. But what im saying is!!! I rewrote him, and I’d love to share it! (ALSO IF YOURE INTERESTED PLS MESSAGE ME, KEEPING THIS TO MYSELF IS PAINFUL AND ITS ALL I THINK ABOUT ACTUALLY..PLSSS)

obviously im not sharing the entire thing rn but whenever i have time i’ll work on the post. hopefully..🤞🏽

[mercyovalles]

open starter: no cap.

location: vibrations / can be event or non-event.

It doesn't take much for Mercy to accept a shift during the event because, well, it's not like she has anything worth rejecting for. Besides, she hardly minds it. Not only does it give her a way to preoccupy her time, but also presents her with an easier opportunity to get to know at least some of the residents that reside in this small town. Her main agenda now that she's officially settled at her apartment.

As settled as someone like Mercy could be.

Now that the current bar rush had officially come to an end, Mercy could feel her shoulders relax a little and a breath of relief slip out of her—eyes falling onto one of the remaining patrons that was still sitting by the bar.

“How much of my tip money is it gonna take to convince you to get on the dance floor?” the bartender teases, corners of her lips rising up into her usual sweet smile,  “I promise you'll enjoy yourself so much more fun out there than sittin' here watchin' me run 'round like my head is missin'.” 

[bloodwr4th-a]

If you get married, would you take your partners last name ?

question kol on relationship.

" i would. in a heartbeat, i would. i would not love for either my wife or husband to wear à name that can be sometimes heavy to bear. though, if they were a mikaelson, they would be feared. they would have anything. fear does that to people when they saw a mikaelson enters a room. "

[suscaping]

MODEL BY WALLOWS

* lyrics from the album that could be utilized for writing + plotting inspiration. listed in no particular assortment!

› would you give in or would you relent who's been trying to get in your bed? › i'd rather tell you a lie before predicting what i don't know could lead into false hope. › 'cause i know you can see we're more than a secret, you know i can be just what you want. › let's make up the best years you and i have ever had. › and i know you can see we'll have people talking, you know we can be just what they want. › are you running away from something? are you worried you're feeling nothing? › did you cross your fingers when you said forever? › does it linger when days are still young? › am i just a name you flip through in your story of people you've made to love you? › you could've given me a warning if you knew that all your walls would cave in. › and i'll come by when you don't mind, but not if it'll only waste your time. › there's a lot of things that i could tell you, but some things are left better if you never knew. › when my back’s against the wall, everything else gets stalled. › don't apologize for crying, i will always hold you space. › two more blank eyes lookin' through me, thinkin' of a place from where you maybe knew me. › if the mood's right, we'll talk all night. it might be a road to nowhere, but it's alright. › old wounds seem to open up with you. › you're what i've been chasing, show me where my days went. › can't think of the last time that i truly smiled 'til you looked up at me, could you stay a while? › i'm not in your head, can you help me understand? › do i need someone? i think about it all the time. › i'm just craving a connection, can you tell that i'm nervous just by my complexion? › i've fallen off the track, and it's harder to look back at you. › i knew the feeling would be forming after i took a look into your eyes. › just wake me up when it's over, my headache shows when it's sober. › i'll keep running until i crash into something. › is my life all wasted nights? this isn't what i had in mind. › i don't want to be forgotten, but i've been avoiding being found. › i'm hesitant to tell you something doesn't feel right. i'm nearing a collapse, but i swear that i'm intact. › maybe what i owe myself is an open heart to someone i wanna keep around.

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𑑛 “ARMOUR-CLAD HEART” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

gn reader ﾉ words 0.9k ᯽ mydei teaches you some self-defence. reader is not made for fighting and rather weak. an awkward display of affection from mydei’s side lol ﾉ no proofreading, we die like kremnoans ᯽ FLUFF ﾉ GENERAL CONTENT ᯽

You hear a displeased click of his tongue — nothing surprising given your stance and previous pathetic tries at blocking his fist — and take a step back with your face embarrassingly hot. His fake hit was nowhere near fast nor strong, just a mere presentation of where such an attack would come from and land at the end.

“You’d be dead within a second on the Strife’s battlefield. Or perhaps should I even say that a mere thug would get through your defence with little to no preparation?” Mydei’s gaze moves all over you in a judging way, and it takes your every strength not to look away.

“I’m not made for battle! You wouldn’t see me anywhere near it. It’s just way too hot today to focus.”

Another loud “tch” escapes his lips, now much more annoyed and agitated than before, as if he has already completely given up on any hope for you. A blazing sun over the terrace is no excuse to stop the lesson, or perhaps it’s precisely because of its presence.

“Surely someone with an ill intent would wait for you to be comfortable and well prepared for their arrival, am I correct?” He snickers in a sarcastic tone, leaving a short pause to give you another opportunity to oppose him.

But again, this time not only is his attitude towards you harsh and insulting, but his words make complete sense, and they burn with embarrassment even more than the scorching heat that surrounds both of you.

Maybe you’re simply spineless and will forever be even under his tutoring. You bite your lip, trying not to appear weaker than you already are, knowing very well that there will be absolutely no use in defending yourself anymore. But it doesn’t matter now. What does he plan to do next?

Your body tenses up out of reflex only seconds before his warm palm wraps around your arm, turning you around effortlessly while pressing your back against his own chest. An uncontrolled gasp leaves your mouth as you are left immobilised in an instant and the forced proximity feels even hotter than midday, yet the one behind you pays no mind to it, completely focused on keeping you in place.

“Most people would assume you cannot get out of this hold unless you’re physically stronger than the aggressor.”

You feel every slight breath he makes pressing harder on you. Not to mention how his voice sends pleasant shivers down your spine by being so close to your ear. All the discomfort disappears the second a faint memory reappears in the most unexpected of places. The way he holds you reminds you of something entirely different from sparring.

Curse your mind, it doesn’t help to focus at all and it’s especially shameful when Mydei’s not affected; calm and composed, with a fiery spark running along the red marks on his body.

“You’ll most likely always have a free hand or two. Instead of wriggling them mindlessly, use one to press on the bottom of your opponent’s nose or even punch them. The nose is always sensitive, even under the slightest pressure.” He eases the grip around your body and demonstrates what he just said and although he doesn’t apply force at all when bringing his knuckle above your cupid’s bow, you squirm involuntarily in an attempt to escape.

But since he never lets go of your other arm, there’s nowhere to run.

“Now, try it yourself.” Yet instead of waiting for your move, his hand — armoured in golden claws, a trap for your smaller palm — grabs yours and brings it behind towards his face. You peek over your shoulder, a little afraid.

To add on top of everything, he is as serious about this sparring lesson as ever, not paying attention to the closeness between your bodies. The red lines decorating his chest seem brighter than usual, with sweat glistening along his collarbones and hair dishevelled by the breeze.

Your heart skips a beat in anticipation when you are almost certain he’s about to kiss your fingers instead, but in the last second, he inches away and brushes them against the underside of his nose. “Here. Remember this.”

“I’m sure that my enemy won’t navigate my hand towards their weak spot.” A shaky sigh of disappointment escapes your lips.

He chuckles lowly at your comment, raising the corner of his mouth in a sardonic smile.

“You’d rather aim blindly than focus on where and what to attack? You’ve just earned the disapproval of the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos.” He moves in front of you, abruptly pausing all physical contact. “Be thankful that I’m not only willing to teach you how to defend yourself but also for that I will protect you with my own strength as long as you’re near.”

He pushes a damp strand of hair out of your face, the lightest touch of his bare finger causing more tingles to travel down your spine. At the same time, he flinches when realising what he has done and lets his hand drop to his side; the victorious glint in his golden eyes changes to bewilderment. His armour rattles at the subtle gesture of humanity and betrayal of his emotionless posture.

“We’ll practice again until you gain the approval from me. Do not expect me to be lenient.” The heat spreading on your cheeks becomes a problem only after Mydei finishes the sentence and moves away with haste, surely caused by his discomfort.

A gentle breeze runs through the illuminated terrace and cools your skin. You watch him walk away without turning around (you wish he would). This feeling of shame mixes with admiration and unadulterated curiosity to stir up something completely bizarre in your heart.

A pomegranate-sweet infatuation with the prince.

[rzmusings]

if all my tears could be exchanged for something, i'd buy one last dance with you. i'd hire the peaceful night to make an appearance, breaking into my savings for that magic that once lay in the way you looked at me.

you would touch me the same way you did that night, gliding across my skin like it were made of petals. you would smile my favourite smile, small eyes beaming like crescent moons, and you'd whisper your love for me with the unwavering certainty you once had.

— and i would try to believe you again.

[lovelesslittleloser]

HOW DO I BE SUBTLE BUT BLATANT ABOUT THE FACT THAT THESE TWO WILL GET TOGETHER IN THE END

I don’t want to write ‘omg he’s so hot bark bark bark’ because THAT’S NOT IN CHARACTER!!! :)))

SO WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!

[desirespeaks]

I love writing traumatized characters.

One of my favorite quotes (that I'm probably misquoting) is from Maya Angelou. It's something like, "People always remember how you made them feel."

Because I'm not a sociopath like my characters, it's something I use to remind myself to always be kind to others etc IRL just as a life rule.

More importantly, when writing or developing a character, I'm actually obsessed with this in the context of trauma. Some of my narcissistic/sociopathic characters get off on the fact that they can be so cruel and heartless that their words or actions might have a lifelong effect.

For my most toxic characters, there is a sick sense of ownership they feel with this. Think, "XYZ lives rent free in my mind". (I know that is associated with things that bring joy or humour etc. But consider it for trauma.)

For a controlling character, the thought that what they did or said can affect your actions is still a way for them to control you. This is pretty common for abusive people and any therapist or psychologist will tell you that you need to work on not letting it control you anymore as you will struggle to truly move on from the person/experience/trauma. That itself can be a lifelong pursuit, which a controlling or abusive character could derive some kind of sick enjoyment from in itself, especially if the work to "move on" isn't working/has moments of relapse. An abusive person will move on if they feel like they can no longer control you. Sadly, IRL, that often ends fatally.

On a less morbid scale, it's like if you break up with someone at a museum because you told yourself you should do it in person in a safe space and not at an eatery where you might not be able to leave so easily. But despite all that it's still brutal because he begs you not to. And you leave him there crying because you are embarrassed and wanted it to be over. Some people would hate that museum now or may even be unable to visit that same spot. IRL you would hope they are able to move on and don't associate the two. But for a character, I'm really drawn to the idea of such an experience being so impactful (mostly in a negative or traumatic way) that it actually changes your life or how you interact with the world.

Obviously this is how we all go through life. We experience moments of life, both good and bad, and they shape us and impact how we live our lives. Not that revolutionary.

But for a character, I just love the idea of exploring the most fucked up experiences that impact them. Imagine for the museum break up the museum itself becomes the focus of a revenge plot as the 'scene of the crime' LOL I'm talking about the unhinged person kidnapping their ex, breaking into the museum at night, and holding them there at gun point. "This is where it happened. Do you remember what you said to me that day?" I'm obsessed already.

Another example is some sexual abuse survivors throw up or have other physical reactions if they return to the scene of their abuse. That's on the more extreme end of the trauma scale and would be hard to explore authentically in writing, especially in roleplay. But it's a good example.

On a less dramatic scale, consider just the simple instance of someone saying something offhandedly to you that might not even register as fucked up with other people, but the way it hits you in that moment at that time stays with you for years, decades, or possibly even forever. I've had this quite a lot and sometimes it has taken me months, even years to realize why it hit the way it did. Mainly because I'm curious about my own mind. Sometimes you never find out why, or worse, there's no reason at all! It's just how it hit you it at that moment in time.

Obviously this is all more relevant for sensitive characters because there are lots of types of characters who would probably not experience this kind of thing. Sometimes a bad break up at a museum or a string of hurtful words happen to you and your body/mind processes it, and lets it go. That's the goal IRL, for sure. I'm sure there are lots of sexual abuse survivors who have gone on to lead functioning and successful lives because they were able to overcome the trauma.

But in writing, "People always remember how you made them feel," is such a perfect way to add to the complexity of your muses that our words and actions can have really unintended (and long lasting) consequences, especially for emotionally sensitive characters.

[am4zon]

@n0thingandnobody said: you’re always late , what am i supposed to think ?

Somehow, Diana always returns when dinner has just grown cold. It matters so little how sincere her apologies are when this happens time and time again. The truth is that Steve had been a solider, and the truth is that all her allies are warriors, and the truth is that Mikey is none of those things. He fights a different variety of demons than the ones who fall from the skies. And Diana loves him for this. She loves that he does not understand her burdens. There is nothing in the world she would change about him. Or, at least, she would have said this, before seeing the look that clouds his face in this moment. It's going to haunt her for a very, very long time.

Maybe it's in her imagination, but when she locks her arms around him, he feels stiff beneath her. ❛ That I'm always racing home to be with you, baby. ❜ She tries to kiss him, but suspects that he shall deny her.

[dk-thrive]

A poem-shaped space, I thought. A poem-shaped space.

I pulled out my notebook, scratched a few words in ink. A poem, a poem, I thought. No; it was not actually this that I thought. A poem-shaped space, I thought. A poem-shaped space. I tried to hold a poem-shaped space in my mind. Sometimes the work of life is like preparing a bedroom for a guest: sweeping the floor, emptying the ashtray, watering the sloping aloe plant. Opening the window wide to let new air in. I did all this inside my head, behind my eyes, while my fingers made words appear and waited for that guest to arrive.

— Sean Michaels, Do You Remember Being Born: A Novel (Astra House, September 5, 2023)

[bloodwr4th-a]

Jackie, Stiles, Nausi

fmk fun fun edition.

of course they would ask a question like that. even though, everyone already know the answers to that two first words, the last one, he is going to erase it and replace it with keep sake. " marry and fuck my wife ( @wickedslip ) and keep stiles ( @humanchewtoy ) &. jackie ( @lycancursed ) for keeps. "