#Citrus tag

[kerizaret]

@citruscitrushope

These three came to mind first after a while of thinking :3

(The third one is wedding Honami in case that's hard to tell hshfhd)

[meowizard]

moar highlights....... i like the shinies in their eyes

[landscaping-your-mind]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💜💜💜

Imagine my surprise, when I was doing D&D with my friends. We were waiting for someone to join the call, so I went on tumblr to pass some time. I see, oh, I have an ask! Is it one of my friends? We send silly asks to each other a lot. Is it someone sending a character for the ask game? That’d be a first (exaggeration). Is it another person sending podcast recs? Thanks by the way.

No, no when I open my asks, I see none other than CITRUS BLOODY GREY. THAT CITRUS.

Citrus with over 200 TMA fics Citrus, Citrus who I have conversations over AO3 comments with Citrus, Citrus who’s like, really cool? Like? Just bloody fantastic, whenever I talk to them I’m like talking to a celebrity. That Citrus. THAT CITRUS.

Thank you???? What the fuck???? I appreciate it. I appreciate that you think I’m wonderful. I think you’re wonderful too. I’m… very happy. In awe. Good emotions that are like on the side of overwhelmed but aren’t.

[mistresscitrusslice]

ARCANE BINGO!!! for Season 2

In preparation for Season 2, I'm making a Bingo board for all my predictions. You can join in too!

I've put a link at the bottom of this post to a Slides document where you can copy the template onto a Slides board of your own. (Just make sure to set the slide size to 10x12 inches. It's under File -> Page Setup.)

Below is my own board transcribed.

B | Zaun leader Sevika, Singed gets Operation Paperclipped, Vi prison flashback(s), Heimerdinger gets shot, Musician cameo

I | Caitvi Breakup, Caitvi get back together, Obligatory sex scene, Caitlyn-Ambessa team up, Mel gets deformed/disabled

N | Jinx fakes her death, Sisters childhood flashback, FREE SPACE: I cry at any point, OG mage appears, Hexcore = Void

G | Psychosis runs in the family, Ekko undercover, Jinx hallucinates Silco, Timebomb mention, Jayce gets a big makeover

O | Jinx dies at the end, Z-Drive, "The gLOriOUs EVolUTioN," Werewolf daddy, Singed daughter reveal

Below is how it would look on an alternative board style.

The Shimmer Board is pinkish-purple with the Rock Salt font in bold. The Hextech Board is light blue with the Grenze Gotisch Normal font. Pick your poison.

You can find the templates here! Or make a Bingo board in your own unique style.

Reblog with your own Arcane Season 2 Bingo Boards!

[discarded-replica]

so ummm long time no see

ref under the cut

[citrussillies]

Ermmmm what the sigma. Assertiveness upgrade

[toxintouch]

Started out as an elaborate “draw me like one of your French girls” joke and spiraled outta control from there... @lu-dao-writes posted the same scenario in their Kinktober 2024 and they were kind enough to give me their blessing to post my take! Please check out their fics as well!  If this scenario in particular interests you, I rec you this post! :3

Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || VERE x AIS x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Vere, Dacryphilia (Tears)* + Cockwarming + Size Difference + Consensual Voyeurism. Power Play. (Some feral monsterfucking spice sprinkled v lightly on top.) [*original challenge prompt, randomizer used.]

OTHER INFO: “You” pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia for both POV Character and Vere but Ais has a dick. Reader is the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“Hmm, hold that pose,” Vere purrs.

Ais huffs a hot breath into your face as he freezes above you.  His brows furrow, mouth twisting into a determined grimace as he grits his teeth.  His forearms tense hard where they are resting on either side of you, fingers flexing against the silken sheets.

You can feel him pulsing inside of you.  A hot, insistent ache.

You try to relax, try to breathe through it but the lack of movement makes you hyper aware of every inch, the raw feeling of him stretching you open, the way your body twitches so sickly-sweet with the effort.  You inhale a slow, shaking breath, chest trembling, and shut your eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sensations—the clawing need gnawing at your core.

“Eyes open, darling,” Vere corrects you, tone somewhere firmly between scolding and teasing.  “And turn your face back towards Ais.  I’m trying to capture the moment .”  Your heart is pounding in your ears but you can hear Vere’s smooth, sly voice with perfect clarity.  Ais is an overwhelming force but Vere is a magnetic presence; no matter how caught up in each other you and Ais can get, Vere will always command attention without effort.

You turn your chin as requested, only to be caught in Ais’ gaze

(Caught and breathless–the same way you were when he was bullying his thick length into your hole, thrusting sharply and sighing in satisfaction, his fingers still at work massaging and pressing and stroking as he sunk into you inch by inch; he'd prepared you until your entrance was puffy and swollen, sopping with thick, medicinal smelling lube and he still had to take his time.  Fucking you slowly until you could take all of him.  And then, the moment you finally could...)

“Hmm, that's better.  Stay just like that.  Let me see those pretty expressions.”  You hear Vere adjusting his heavy vellum paper.  The glide of quick, clever lines being drawn.

You maintain eye contact with Ais, drunk off his breath, his body, the very essence of him, hovering so close above you, and are utterly unprepared to meet his intensity.  The way he looks at you like he’s seconds from devouring you, barely held in check by the challenge that Vere has laid before him.  Before both of you.

You bite into your lower lip as you shift involuntarily, oversensitive nerves still riding the throbbing of Ais’ dick.  He’s so fucking thick and girthy that he presses at the soft spot inside you without even trying. The angry pulse of him is a gratifying thrum, stoking your aching heat by way of mere burgeoning contact.

His cock gives another strong twitch and your insides clench around him.  He feels so fucking good–you almost think you might be able to come like this, if you can get your body to keep on clenching like that. 

—Almost.

Your next breath comes out as a sob.  There’s a high pitched whine building at the base of your throat and your lashes are wet when you blink.

A monstrous snarl escapes Ais’ lips, one that you can feel even more than you can hear, the vibration of it echoing through your body everywhere you're pressed against him.  The pinnacle between your thighs pulses with it, and your toes curl involuntarily as an errant tear runs down your cheek.  Ais is shaking, sweat dampening his face, his pupils expanding and contracting rapidly, his eyes locked on you as he barely holds himself back.  “Sparrow,” he says, gravel in his tone. 

You say his name in return, your head tipping involuntarily, bearing the softness of your throat, faded marks from both your lovers decorating your skin.  You hear the sheets rip below you, torn into shreds where Ais’ nails have dug into them.

Vere sighs pointedly.  You hear him stop his work, tap his charcoal against the paper as if he’s not entirely satisfied with the scene in front of him.  He pauses for a long time, leaving you both in limbo.

When he moves, it’s to stand.  To saunter over to you both.  You’re pinned beneath Ais, unable to look away, but you can feel Vere’s shadow fall over you just before his hand touches your face, forcing your eyes to his as he catches a crystalline tear with his index finger.

“Shame,” he says, dipping his fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the taste of your tears, lavishing the digits with his tongue.  You whine out a desperate, quiet note just from watching his tongue at work and he basks knowingly in the attention.  “I really thought I could get you both crying.”  He smiles dangerously once his fingers have left his mouth. 

He uses them to drag a wet path down Ais' spine.  “Oh, but the night is still young.  Perhaps I may still think of something that will do the trick...”

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦"Kinktober Speedrun & Other Gratuitous (TOUCHSTARVED) Smut" on Ao3

[bookiechu]

🍌🍎🍐🍑 Every Animal Crossing fruit! 🍇🍋🥭🍒🥥

[thunderbottle]

humble request for a lemon at ballet

[shrimp-and-rice]

This took me less time than i expected it to

[kerizaret]

Doodles based on your fave card(s)?

I need u to give me 2 or 3 characters and I'll draw my fav card of theirs if that's OK

[meowizard]

....if its not a problem.... can you draw the gay citrus i love.....?? (my pathetic son the lemon)

your son whom WE love

[razrogue]

Meet my OTP - Ilina Gavren (Gan) & Astarion

[wicked-gharial]

i like this comic

[mistresscitrusslice]

Behold his glory

Daily Affirmations:

Cosmic Machine Herald is the most beautiful being

Cosmic Machine Herald is exempt from wrongdoing

Cosmic Machine Herald will free us from suffering

Cosmic Machine Herald will save us from ourselves

My soul belongs to Cosmic Machine Herald

[citrusses]

bound: Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w

Friday lunchtime finds Harry in the stock room once more – only this time, in an unexpected but pleasurable turn of events, Draco’s got him up against the wall between the filing cabinet and a shelving unit and is kissing him, sweet and fierce and messy. He’s got his hands on either side of Harry’s face, Harry’s cheeks warm beneath his fingers, and he’s pressing Harry back as though he’s really concentrating, which makes Harry laugh into the kiss, delirious, chest tight with something as-yet-unnamed. Draco smells of mulled wine, his mouth rich with the chocolate Harry had given him, had unwrapped and held so boldly to Draco’s lips, intent unmistakable. What are we doing? Harry thinks wildly, although he can’t quite summon the will to ask. “It’s the mince pies,” Draco tells him happily, apparently reading Harry’s thoughts. Draco moves a hand to the nape of Harry’s neck, brushes his lips across Harry’s cheek, his jaw, then pauses to whisper in his ear: “They’re my magical ones. I cast a Cheering Charm over the mincemeat.” Harry laughs, because it’s absurd, the idea that this could be anything other than what it is. It’s not that kind of magic, and he should probably tell Draco that Cheering Charms never really work on him anyway. He doesn’t, though. “What’s your excuse then?” he says, teasing. “I don’t need an excuse,” comes Draco’s easy reply. “I’ve fancied you for ages. It’s embarrassing, really, how – oh!” He pulls back, face gone pink and cross-looking, clapping a hand tightly over his mouth. “Oh, was it a Veritaserum chocolate?” asks Harry, delighted. 

I bound this beautiful fic (one of my favorites from last year!) for a holiday exchange for @phoenixortheflame. Sweet very generously gave me permission to bind her story, and I had so much fun with the Christmas adornments on the cover and the mince pie endpapers. Of course, the art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm is worthy of printing and framing on its own, and I was so thrilled to include it in the bind. As this fic proves, one can celebrate Christmas any day of the year, so I think it's okay that I'm posting these a few days after the actual day!