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[feyrevelry]

The closeness between them felt electrifying.

His pulse quickened, and he bit his lip briefly as Zevlor removed each piece of armor with such gentleness and care, leaving the noble in nothing but his fine underclothes ; cream silk adorned with intricate golden embroidery.

He had no doubt that Zevlor’s hands, capable of wielding a sword with such finesse, were also skilled in other ways.

A blush bloomed on his cheeks as he sat up, gaze fixed on Zevlor, one hand slowly found its place on the tiefling’s chest. The Hellrider’s touch had somehow transformed the weight in his heart into desire, and Sylverian couldn���t help but lean a little closer.

❝If you need help with your armor as well…❞ His voice was low, sultry, yet so soft — full of affection. ❝I am more than willing to assist~❞

His hold loosened from Sylverian's hand when it rested on his chin and jaw, eyes subtly widened. Zevlor couldn't say for certain what was passing through his dear friend's thoughts, but it might well be what haunted the back of his own mind. One day, too soon, Sylverian would have to depart for the Feywild. Any return would be unlikely to come in Zevlor's lifetime, perhaps even the lifetimes of most of the other's friends. A daunting and heartbreaking prospect, one he didn't blame Sylverian for trying not to dwell on.

"I never could," Zevlor assured, barely more than a whisper, alongside a gentle squeeze to the other man's wrist below one gleaming bracer.

He took the shift of atmosphere and topic in stride without complaint, smile widening somewhat. "Of course. I just hope fey-granted armor is fastened in the usual places," he added amid a faint chuckle.

The bracers were, at least, and the pauldrons had the expected attachments to the breastplates. The main difference he found, as Zevlor proceeded with unfastening and removing each piece, was the quality. Everything was gilt, engraved, embossed, and of such fine material it could only be extraplanar. His hands worked with long-practiced efficiency, yet also a gentility that lent intimacy to the moment. Each piece was carefully placed on the floor at the foot of the bed.

When all that remained was the unclasped breastplates, Zevlor at last spoke again. He'd shifted position a few times to remove the rest of the armor, now turned fully toward Sylverian and kneeling at the other's side on the mattress. "You'll need to sit up, to have these off."

[kyouka-supremacy]

*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.

[deadrlngers]

Separation can be a...terrifying thing.

Dead Ringers (1988) | dir. David Cronenberg

[czrsed]

he could feel the tremble in her, the way she melted under his touch, and it made him want her even more. he didn’t need words—this, the way she responded, said everything he needed to hear. he kissed her harder, the emotion between them too strong to ignore. asher’s breath caught as he felt the flicker of her tongue against his lip. his body tensed in response, every nerve in him firing at once. the touch was electric, and he couldn’t suppress the low growl that escaped him as he met her, his own tongue seeking hers. the sensation of her lips, the heat, the urgency—he couldn’t think straight, only that everything inside him wanted to pull her even closer.

in  one  swift  motion,  she's  pressed  up  against  the  wall  and  his  warm  lips  are  against  hers,  finding  herself  melting  as  her  heartbeats  against  her  chest  .  all  those  hidden  emotions  ,  she  shoved  so  far  down  come  surfacing  --  no  longer  could  she  hide  it  as  digits  ran  through  his  hair  ,  tugging  him  even  closer  .  tongue  escape  her  lips  ,  darting  across  his  bottom  lip  ,  yearning  for  entrance  .

[ninthriven]

Destiny Field Guides [04-06/24]

[babibread]

the many faces of hwang hyunjin.

[thefvrious]

Milo grinned at Pedro, his smile a million watts. He liked being told he made sense. He was about to say something when the other man grabbed his hand and wrote out his number. Milo beamed once more, "I'll put it to good use." He said, looking up as the announcement for the next stop was made. "I think that's us?"

It seemed that the two of them had enough in common so far that it made Pedro smile, nodding as he listened to what the other young man said. It made sense - it was nice to just disappear in a crowd, not stand out. Just to exist. "Yeah, I get it. You talk a lot of sense." he chuckled, before his cheeks turned a little pink. He then reached into his backpack and grabbed a pen, daringly grabbing Milo's hand and writing his cell number on the back of it. "Just for future reference..."

[drolta]

Castlevania + text posts part 2

[batfleckgifs]

Batman v Superman : Dawn of Justice (2016) | Dir. Zack Snyder

[obscure-imaginations]

Homelander: Not evil anymore, I want to be loved now

Homelander, 5 minutes later: Evil again

[signcfthetiimes]

rhys tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk as he watched the tremor in ssafiye’s hands. she was trying so hard to steady herself, biting her lip like she didn’t realize how transparent she was. her voice, shaky but determined, carried that same loyal fervor she always managed to dredge up despite his icy indifference. devotion, she said. as though that meant something to him. his knee brushed hers again, deliberate this time, just to see if she’d flinch or fight to keep composure. "you know," he said smoothly, leaning in slightly. "it’s fascinating how loyal you are to me. even when i’m not exactly deserving, don’t you think?" he chuckled, a low, arrogant sound. "even after being apart." the truth was, he didn’t particularly care about her approval - or anyone’s for that matter. but manipulating her emotions was its own kind of entertainment, especially when she tried so hard to convince herself she wasn’t trembling beneath his attention. and as much as he wouldn't admit it aloud, there was a magnetic pull to her sincerity. a contradiction to his calculated coldness that made it far too easy for him to lean in closer, pressing her loyalty just a bit further. he brushed the back of his knuckles against her cheek gently.

"I-I do. I...I enjoy helping people. " When his legs brushed up against hers, she felt her hands begin to shake as she bit into her lip subconsciously. "Once I tell him what a great king and husband you are, I believe he would approve." She lets out a shaky breath, trying her best to hold his gaze. Safiye would only ever boast about her king, even during the times he was cold towards her. "... Even if he did not, it would not change my devotion to you."

[kyouka-supremacy]

I love you translator notes I love you translators caring that I fully grasp the meaning of the original text I love you translators adding cultural context and specifics so I can better understand what's going on I love you long rants on why a joke is impossible to translate I love you translators adding their little comments to the scene I love you translators feeling human and involved in the material I love you translating as a form of art I love you little t/n abbreviation

[dirbenaffleck]

ADAM DRIVER as BEN SOLO Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker ‧ 2019

[ninthriven]

Shiro-4 Field Guide for @/Geef_exe

[stannyramirez]

𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐞