#Mail Time

[lnfours]

Hi!!!

“Are you wearing my sweater?” Prompt 🥹 NEED this kind of fluff in my life. Like Lando stops by readers house to see her and she answers the door wearing his hoodie 😭ugh I can’t it’s making me MELT

anon, i don't think you understand when i say that i'm obsessed with this!!

jordan's birthdat sleepover!

ever since you lando had started dating, you made it a routine that every thursday night was date night. even when he was in a different country, the two of you managed to watch a movie together while on facetime.

tonight was like every other thursday night, it was date night. your living room was set up, drinks and the snacks you had picked up at the grocery store sitting on the coffee table with a candle lit in the middle.

a knock on the door made you smile, running over to open the door. when you did, you were met with floppy brown curls and gorgeous eyes, a takeout bag in his hand as he smiled at you.

"hi," his smile was so contagious, making you smile back so wide you were sure your cheeks were going to hurt if you kept smiling.

"hi," you said, stepping aside to let him inside. he placed a kiss on your lips as he entered, the hand that wasn't holding the bag of food resting on your hip.

"are you wearing my sweater?"

you looked down, the black material wrapped around your frame. it was a tad too big, the hem of the hoodie falling at your mid-thigh and almost passing the hem of your shorts. a mclaren logo sat on the upper right side of your chest.

you shrugged, smiling as you looked back up at him, "huh, i guess so,"

"i was wondering where that went," he said, the both of you moving from the entry way and into the living room, "as long as it's in good hands that's all i care about."

"well, you're the one who left it here. what else was i supposed to do with it?" you teased.

he shook his head, laughing softly before continuing, "you look good in my clothes."

"you think?"

he nodded, "defintely. maybe next time you're over you could raid my closet."

it was true, seeing you in his clothes did something for him. made him feel a whole new level of love for you that he didn't think was possible. and if it meant you stealing every single hoodie and every single t-shirt, then so be it.

[feyhunter78]

Hi 💕

If requests are still open can you do something Elrond x reader where reader watches him duelling for sword training (or something similar)?

Can be as sweet or spicy as you want❤️

I know you sent this in ages ago, I'm so sorry!!! Also, I'm so bad at describing fighting, please ignore that

Sparring Sessions

You sit with your friend Taethrien on one of the various stone benches that line the outer circle of the training yard. The open space of packed dirt and training dummies, the sounds of sparring and instruction mingling with grunts of exertion from the younger elves.

“Again.” Elrond calls, his voice sharp, like a whip, his face set in stone, as he jerks his head towards the fallen sword of his sparring partner.

The younger elf, Narion, you believe his name is, picks up his sword, and settles back into a sturdy fighting stance, sweat dripping from his brow.

You know you should intervene, insist that your husband take more care with the younger elves, but you find yourself unable to. Your eyes drawn to his form, the graceful but powerful movements, the controlled strength behind his swings and strikes.

“Elrond is quite intense this morn, is he not?” Taethrien says, watching the pair as they begin, Narion lunging first, seemingly not learning his lesson.

You hum in response, captivated by the easy way Elrond deflects the blow. He has not even broken a sweat, but his hair is disheveled from him raking his hand through it.

There is a smirk, almost cocky, on Elrond’s face as Narion growls and tries to fake right and catch Elrond off guard. He sees right through it, striking Narion’s exposed side.

“Oh, poor boy, he must cease leaving his left side so open.” She continues, frowning as the flat of Elrond’s blade taps against Narion’s ribs.

You hum again, feeling your stomach flip when Elrond spots you and sends you a quick smile, a simple uptick of his lips, but it is enough to make a sudden warmth flood your face.

“Y/N?” Taethrien asks, turning to face you, her brows furrowed. “Are you listening.”

“Yes, yes, I agree, left side, much too exposed.” You say far too quickly, remembering where you are and tearing your eyes from Elrond.

She tilts her head, a catlike smile on her lips, but says nothing of your reaction. “My husband should be along soon, perhaps he will present a finer challenge for Elrond than the young ones do.”

“I am sure it will be a worthy display of both their skills.” You smile, bumping your shoulder into hers. “And it will allow me to see this strength of his you are so very fond of.”

 “I told you of that in confidence.” She whispers, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of.” You reassure her, patting her hand.

A sudden shout draws your attention back to the ring, where Elrond has Narion at sword point, the young elf on his back in the dirt. You grip your skirts, a flash of heat surging through you as Elrond sheathes his sword with a one-handed, fluid motion, before pulling Narion up from the dirt.

“It seems we both may have something, not to be ashamed of.” Taethrien teases, making a show of pretending to try and unfurl your fingers.

You do not tease her in return when it is her husband against yours, they are newly married, still in a phase of infatuation, still discovering much about themselves and each other. Besides, you are far too focused on Elrond as he and Iandor spar, their swords singing, sparking through the air, throwing bits of sunlight as it glints off their blades.

“Do keep up Elrond, I know you have not tasted battle in ages, but surely you cannot be this out of practice.” Iandor taunts jovially, a bright smile on his face.

Elrond throws him a devastatingly charming smile in response, the gleam of a worthy challenge in his eyes. “No, my friend, I am simply allowing you the advantage, I would not wish to embarrass you in front of your new bride.”

They spar for what feels akin to eternity as well as mere moments until they call it a draw, both men breathing heavily, clapping each other on the shoulder as they return their weapons to the rack.

You meet Elrond halfway, and he wipes the sweat from his brow, smiling at you, his chest still rising and falling harshly. “My starlight, I can only hope we did not bore you.”

“I never tire of watching you train.” You tell him, dusting the dirt from his training leathers, attempting to banish the memory of your wedding night from your mind. The way he looked hovering above you, his curls wild, his pupils blown wide, his bare chest heaving, the sound of your name on his lips. “I always find such interest in seeing more of this side of you. I know my husband the poet, the herald, the romantic, but I see seldom see my husband the warrior.”

“Truly, I prefer the quill to the sword, but I cannot deny a good bout brings a certain sense of joy to me.” He says, as you both wave goodbye to Taethrien and Iandor.

“You fight well, as you always have.” You compliment, leaning your head against his arm as you walk back to your shared chambers. You must cease these thoughts, stifle the heat, lest you become a lecher for your own husband.

“I am better with a bow.” He deflects, ever so humble.

“You are skilled with both, though I would not say you are a better archer than swordsman.” You tease. “That title belongs to Galadriel.”

Though you say it, your mind’s eye still conjures an image. His deft hands wrapped around the bow, his broad shoulder spread, his spine straight, his arms taut as he pulls back the arrow. Heat rushes through you once more, and you bite the inside of your cheek to clear your mind.

“Yes, I know it is your preference, but it is not…” Elrond stretches his arms behind his head, a small groan slipping past his lips, and you all but trip over your own feet.

“It is not what?” He asks, his hands flying out to steady you. His touch is lightning, striking through you, setting fire to the desire that had been bubbling within you since his blade had met its first foe in the early hours of the morn.

“Stars, Elrond, simply—” You grab him by the collar of his leathers and yank him down, your lips melding with his, frantic and fevered.

He melts into your touch, lips parting as his grip tightens on you, dragging you closer.

You press yourself against him, walking him backwards until his back meets the wall, a surprised gasp escaping him.

“We are still along the path; anyone could come upon us.” He breathes, loathe to separate his lips from yours.

“We will hear them before they do.” You assure him, though you doubt your vigilance and his, when your lips leave his own, trailing across his chiseled jaw, up to his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

Elrond lets out a strangled moan, the sound shooting through you, warming you like Dwarven ale. “Fenedhis, y/n, please.”

You press a chaste kiss to the place beneath his ear, and return your lips to his jaw, your fingertips replacing your teeth, tracing the shell of his ear. “Of course, my love, anything you desire.”

He groans lowly, his fingers bunching in your skirts as he tries to calm himself. “My sweet starlight, do not torture me.”

You untangle one of his hands, and slide it beneath your skirts, a shiver running through you when he grips your thigh and drags you closer. “I would never. I want only to give you what you desire, remember?”

His chest brushes against yours with each breath, leather against silk, desire swirling between you, as he leans down to capture your lips, stopping a hairbreadth away. “Let us return to our chambers then, it seems you much to give me.”

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[aromantic-diaries]

More or less yeah

[rifushipu]

favorite marine lifeform? it’s hard to choose just one, but from an evolutionary point of view i find our tunicate cousins pretty interesting

Thank you for the ask!! 🫶🏻

Tunicates are fascinating creatures, falling under phylum chordata despite being invertebrates in adulthood (I love their little intricacies, having notochords and actual digestive tracts etc in their weird lil bodies!). I don’t specialize in them myself, but I’d love to study them and their life cycles further.

In general I love any creature from class Gastropoda; nudibranchs have always captured my whole heart, the adorable buggers (as perhaps evidenced by my url lol). Costasiella kuroshimae is my favorite out of the bunch of course 🌿🐑

[tangerine-haus]

MAIL TIME!!!!!!!

Here’s the mail it never fails it makes me wanna wag my tail when it comes I wanna wail MAIL!!!!!

Circa 2003-2004

[hardcoregamer]

20 Amazing Games You Can Beat In One Afternoon

I imagine I'm not alone in this plight because adult life is relentless. So, in a bid to help all you reluctant grown-ups continue having profound and memorable gaming experiences, let's go over some of the best options when it comes to great games that you can beat in a single afternoon.

Check them out!

[nukashine]

Patroling the mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.

thank u

[sanchomps]

i am a fat guy. it warms my heart to see someone drawing larger men and not making them into some kind of joke. thank you.

this means so so much to me, thank you for your kind message ;;__;; genuinely reading this made me tear up. i'm fat too and it brings me such joy to draw bodies like mine and my loved ones <3

[lnfours]

Hi, can you write the following prompt please "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

after the week i’ve had, i need some lando fluff 🥹 also, i promise i didn’t forget about all your requests! life has been hitting me super hard the last few months

thank you all for being so patient with me and for sticking around 🫶🏻 i love you

cleaning out my inbox 💌

the door to the apartment closed, a sign that your boyfriend had finally returned home after a busy day.

you were in the kitchen, trying to find all the ingredients you needed in order to make dinner when you heard his voice, “i’m home!”

“in the kitchen!” you called back to him, the sound of keys falling into the porcelain dish by the front door echoing off the walls. he came into the room, clearly hiding something behind his back. a smirk on his face, that could only mean one thing.

he got you something.

“how was work?” he asked, moving towards you carefully in order not to show the surprise. you smiled when his lips found your cheek, giving it a soft peck. his usual, everyday greeting whenever he came home from a day of training.

“boring,” you mumbled, “how was your day?”

“same,” he said, “counted down the minutes until i got to come home.”

you chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as you finally addressed the fact that he was hiding something behind his back, “whatcha got there?”

“a surprise, close your eyes.”

you closed them, heating a quite ruffle of cellophane as he arranged the flowers to be in front of him, “okay, open.”

you opened your eyes to the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. they were vibrant, but housed all your favorite flowers. you smiled as you took them from his hands, raising them to your nose, “i got you flowers,”

“for what?” you asked, now curious to know if there was any real reason. if it was a way of apologizing before he told you something had happened. you looked over at the calendar on the fridge, hoping you hadn’t missed any important dates.

you hadn’t.

“there has to be a reason?” he asked, a small playful smile on his face. you chuckled, shaking your head before placing them down on the counter top.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, his finding their home as they wrapped around your waist, “no, there doesn’t. i was just curious, that’s all,”

he hummed, “i saw them in the flower shop on the way home and they reminded me of you.”

you smiled, “they’re beautiful, thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me,” he smiled back, lips brushing against yours as he dipped his head down closer to yours, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you mumbled back before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss.

[feyhunter78]

This new sweet, nerdy Miguel has me FERAL!!!!! HE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T —😩😩😩😩

I need some jealousy from him~ How do you imagine he acts when he feels jealous? He gets quiet and aloof, trying to avoid y/n so she don't notice? Or he gets angry and tries to mark territory? Hehe

AHH THANK YOUUUUU

I definitely want to write a full jealousy fic for him but I’ll give you a sprinkling of my thoughts while I plan for a full fic🫣

So, in the beginning before y’all get together he’s very quiet, really draws into himself, tries to act normal but is just a lot more reserved.

He’s afraid to voice how he feels because he doesn’t want to creep you out. (Gabriel got in his head. Bless his heart the poor boy is trying to help his brother, but he’s going about it the wrong way)

Very much a situation where he’s absent from class for a week or so because he gets sick and when he comes back he realizes another guy in class has been helping you with your notes.

You smile at the new guy, thank him in that sweet way you always thank Miguel and his stomach just churns and his chest starts aching. For a second he thinks he’s still sick, but when you smile at him and ask how he’s feeling the pain in his chest disappears.

He brushes it off, thanks you quietly for your concern, and throws himself into his work. For the first week you shrug it off thinking he’s still not feeling well, but after a while you end up confronting him which leads to:

“I just—I saw you and Brett, and, I’m glad you got help with your notes but you know you could’ve come to me.” He’s leaning against the wall, the wall you’ve trapped him against with your determined attitude and your inability to register when you’re invading his personal space.

“Miguel you were home, sick, and I didn’t want to bother you.” You remind him, your voice soft, tinged with concern.

He looks down at his feet, his shoulders hunched, his whole body curled in on itself. “You’re never a bother, not to me, so don’t—please don’t go looking somewhere else.”

But, when y’all get together???? Game changer. He’s still shy and he’s still the same Miguel you knew before but he’s more confident, he knows you won’t find it weird or creepy that he feels territorial over you. Now when a frat guy looks your way a bit too long in the courtyard he simply tilts your chin up with one finger and kisses you.

Of course his face is bright red after that and he buries it the crook of your neck, his big strong arms crushing you to his chest, and every time he does this you think it’s so cute.

If y’all are in private though, and say you have to go to a party or you’re going to be doing some joint event with a frat, he definitely likes sitting you in his lap and mouthing at your skin. Nothing too crazy on your neck, but he does leave a few large hickeys on your breasts, ones that sticks out from beneath the neckline of your shirt.

Just a bit of:

“Miguel! Come on, you know I didn’t bring any concealer.” You whine, your fingers tangled in his hair as his warm lips ghost over your skin, his tongue tracing the blossoming marks that trail down from your pulse point, dipping beneath the neckline of your shirt.

“I’m sorry mi dulce, I couldn’t help it, you look so pretty.” He says, as he dips his head biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts, his large hands holding them, pushing them up, his fang-like incisors scratching against your skin deliciously.

“I have to go, I’m going to be late for the mixer.” You try to tell him, your hands leaving his hair to lightly push at his chest.

One of his hands leaves your breasts, and spans your upper back keeping you pressed against him.

“Just one more? Please?” He asks, looking up at you with such adoration in his eyes you nearly grab your phone to text your sisters you’re not going to make it.

You sigh, but it’s halfhearted, playful, indulging. “One more.”

He smiles and captures your lips one more throughly distracting you as he lays you down on the couch under him.

[aromantic-diaries]

so it turned out being “nervous” about sex was just really fucking strong repulsion. fuck you everyone who told me i just needed to get over myself! i’ll be celebrating my virginity

Here's to all those who straight up dreaded the thought of ever having to have sex and later found out that they're literally just sex repulsed

[wageronancap]

"Isn't capitalism so awful please buy my full priced bugged out game so you can be lectured about the evils of capitalism and be sure to visit our merch store to support smashing capitalism"

The fucking state of the industry right now

[lovinglettersacrosstheverse]

Mail time!

An envelope!

A letter! This one's got some fun smells on it, but I promise I didn't wiggle on it more than necessary!

Letter:

To My Sunshine

I know you have to be away for a while longer, but I miss you everyday. I might actually be losing my sanity, slowly but surely. I love music, I always have. And I love my students. Most of the time. Now that I’m used to being a teacher. But there are moments…

They will not stop asking if mayonnaise is an instrument. One of them brought a container of mayonnaise and just started eating it in class. It turned out it was only vanilla pudding in a mayonnaise container. The kids were cheering, a trombone was put on someone's head and it got stuck. Sunshine, I used my Signature to lull them to sleep yesterday just to get them to settle down.

They have, however, been helping me understand the new apps and have apparently made an account for me and my music? They direct me to pose and I just feel silly, but they seem to be having fun. Is it bad I feel a little encouraged when they ask to listen to one of my songs at the end of class? They’re young enough I don’t think they’re making fun of it, but it’s hard to tell. Sometimes it feels as if even the small things in life stop making sense.

I’m sorry, I know I’m being dramatic but I miss you, you make things make sense when nothing else does. I felt so lost when I finally…. Gave up and became a music teacher. But you gave me hope and what feels like solid ground to stand on. Being a teacher feels less like a resignation of failure on my passions and more like another aspect of it, all thanks to you. And now that you’re gone and somewhere where I can’t talk to you or touch you, I’m starting to sink back to that same drifting numb feeling. 

I miss you. I love you. Can’t wait to see you again sunshine. I… I wrote a small tune for you. I hope I know you’ll like it. You’re not only my sunshine or even my muse. You’re the melody of my life.

Love,

Sunny Time Jack

P.S. Hope you don’t mind that the letter’s a bit of a mess. A few of the kids noticed me writing during break and insisted on decorating it for me.

[ilovemycrayons]

that ghoul tho, amiright? or amiright? 😆❤️‍🔥

oh you mean…

this ghoul…? the one that has me in a chokehold?!

bc you would be absolutely correct 🫡 i want him to own me & do unspeakable things that make me not walk

[kindleaf]

Alright. What are some of your favorite villain and/or antagonist moments in Naddpod campaigns?

Could be a moment that made them sympathic, pathetic, extra punchable, big funny, or that made their ending that much more satisfying. Your choice.

warning for naddpod c1 & c3 spoilers under the cut!!

this is a tough question... i think my number one favorite has to be when they meet ilsed in hell and they discover what akarot Really Is. the reveal that he mimicked bev, just a devoted paladin who wants his dad to be proud of him, to lure bev in, and that he'd done the same to ilsed... pretending to understand, pretending to be just like you, preying on the young and the lonely and the outcast, the ones who just want a friend. only to grab you and pull you in and never let go. it makes me sick! it's terrifying! it's scarily real!

second of course is the pestilence/erdan reveal in 97 because oh my god. oh my GOD. "do you understand what i'm saying, beverly?" is the craziest line drop murph has ever done ever. i was stressed in real life i thought i was going to vomit for real.

eloise in 29. oh my god. she took their idea to help calder and used it against them. the whole "what's real and what isn't" thing always gets me i think it's so neat, especially in combat. and the geas reveal with cooter later and finding him bleeding after taking the psychic damage because he gave mawmaw a good berry... he was a berry boy. god its so crazy. war mongering cricks i hope you never find peace and i hope big bev kills you! peace and love

this one doesn't really count as a villain moment BUT. the reveal that bealexandrite has been slowly replacing the cells of every mothership bronze employee with ones that are in the network. albin says it so casually. that everyone who's ever worked there is effectively dead. and i don't even think the duck team knows what that means yet... but i do. and it's fucking scary! they sent swag right where they wanted him. jesus dude.

i haven't finished eldermourne and also don't remember any of it because i'm dumb and stupid so unfortunately not included here... eventually though. i swear.

[autumnsaesthetics]

🍁 Cozy Video Games For Autumn 🍁

Part Two!

(Row One) 🍁

Costume Quest

Costume Quest 2

Lemon Cake

(Row Two) 🍂

Mail Time

Witchy Life Story

Strange Horticulture

(Row Three) 🍁

Garden Story

Kynseed

Botany Manor

(Whether the games themselves are Autumnal is up to you but these are just cozy games where you can curl up and (hopefully) you're not on edge while playing 😂)