#Sav’s inserts

[m0stlygh0st]

What does your Scott Pilgrim sona look like :0

Hi anon! :3c

I’m still working on getting a more detailed ref of her done, but here she is!

Tired punk, Sav Sanchez! She’s here!

[alola03]

I did another art trade with my friend Sav!! She wanted me to draw our dr inserts hanging out together :333 her design is so cute and my s/i has another new friend 🥹 Thank you again for doing another art trade with me! Love you, Sav!!! 💙💙💙 @m0stlygh0st

[pleiadesnuts]

WIP: Garviel Loken Earned His Wings

A Garviel Loken/f!OC drabble/WIP. Not 100% canon-compliant, but the 63rd were orbiting 63-19 for SOOOO long and I didn’t want to write anything else. I cannot believe how long it’s been since I last posted FIC on this site. Jesus.

Word count: 1421… for now…

Warnings: Gore mentioned, corporal punishment mentioned, parental death, but nothing too far out of left field for the setting. Garviel Loken being slightly weird around women.

The Emperor Protects. 🦅

The aftermath of such an effective speartip campaign was unexpectedly drawn out. Sixty-Three-Nineteen was proving to be more of a pain than anyone aboard the Vengeful Spirit could ever have imagined, save for the Warmaster, especially for a world so similar to their own. It irritated Loken — the men of the Tenth Company were growing restless acting as caretakers and guards for the few civilians aboard while the niceties of conquest took place, if they could even be called niceties. Politics were never his forte, Captain Torgaddon had always been the better speaker, but it didn’t take a pundit to realise that the sudden influx of planetary officials aboard the Gloriana-class flagship was, for whatever reason the Warmaster only knew, a sign of improvement on the surface.

It amused him, in some childlike way, to see baselines escorted by squads of Astartes that towered over them, herded like cattle through the ship to where they needed, or, more likely, where they were permitted to go. Loken paid little attention to them. Perhaps this was to his detriment: a half dozen men from Tenth Company now walked towards him in pairs, boxing in a fragile looking thing in a black dress and with hair like flame. He watched them approach, stomping their way across the debarkation deck with the little woman in the middle, her hair bouncing with each heavy thud of sabatons on plasteel.

“Captain Loken.” Sergeant Anton Ferrick raised his hands to his chest in the sign of the Aquila in introduction.

Loken mirrored his salute. “Sergeant. What do you need?”

Ferrick glanced down for half a moment before looking back up at him, his lips pursed only barely, but enough to raise and warp the scar that ran through them. It’s unlike him to hesitate. Loken followed his eye to meet the almost unsettling gaze of the woman at his feet, unflinching even while surrounded by men almost double her size and immeasurably stronger. “The lady has asked for an introduction, sir,” he answered, hoping the minute strain in his jaw was enough to tell his Captain that this was done begrudgingly, with as much resistance as he could gather.

The message is received. Loken nodded, his own jaw set in silent reply, and Ferrick and the others stepped back. The woman stared up at him, her posture remarkably straight in a practiced, though not at all military way. She stepped forward, her neck craned up to look him in the face, skin so clear and pale he could see the blue veins thump in her throat. Between this false Terran and the remembrancers, Loken comes to the conclusion, somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind that, yes, all women are frail and beautiful.

“I am Elita,” she said, her voice clear even over the background noise of dropship maintenance and passing squads of men who dwarf her, and he waited for a surname that didn’t come. “I have been told you met my father.”

Loken swallowed. His eidetic memory guides him through the assault on the city and the significantly less pleasant experience in the mountains, those four True-Terran months ago, grasping at names and faces to think of anyone he can describe as having met. “You are mistaken,” came his answer. He considered tacking on an honorific — madam, my lady, Lady Elita — and refused to. She dressed herself the way he imagined a noble would, fine silks from head to toe in a deep, empty and unadorned black, the way he had seen illustrated in a book he’d skimmed somewhere out of boredom, but the words fell short. “I have seen many men on the surface, and none bore me enough importance to distinguish them.”

She frowned. Her eyebrows were brown. Loken had never noticed such a discrepancy before — he’d never had any particular reason to, with Euphrati’s being pleasant to look at though unremarkable in this way and Mersadie’s lack of them altogether. He’d have to ask them, eventually. Perhaps this, too, was some kind of dye. “I have it on good authority that you did,” Elita replied, her words aimed to cut in a tone that made the man beside her stiffen. “We have just left the company of a woman named Oliton who told me as much.”

“The…” Ferrick cleared his throat with a performative cough into a closed fist. Loken met his still hesitant eye once he had lifted his own upwards. “The Emperor, sir,” he muttered in explanation. “That is to say, the false one.”

“Ah.” He thought back to the few seconds he’d seen the ‘Emperor’ as he dragged his eyes back down to the stern-faced woman before him. She bore little resemblance to the charred, smoking remains of her father’s bottom half. “You bear him little resemblance. Forgive my ignorance, lady.”

There it is — lady. Lower case, as it would be if he’d written it, her former, false station reduced to so little in his mind that he could never consider capitalising it. He watched her lips bulge and her cheeks hollow when her tongue moved to suck on her teeth behind them, irritated. “Then either your memory isn’t all I’ve been told it’s cracked up to be, or you have lied to your documentarist.”

“Forgive me,” Loken echoed, as he watched the men around her shift on uneasy feet and Ferrick’s good eye close slowly in the edge of his vision, opening to look up at the ceiling with a long, silent sigh. “It was only for a moment.”

Elita let out a sigh of her own. She shifted on her hip, her arms folded tightly around her ribs beneath the thick shawl across her shoulders. Not an inch of flesh below her chin was exposed to the cold, recycled air on deck, and even her hands were gloved to the nail beds. “It is of no consequence,” she answered, rolling her neck. The lithe casualness of the movement made him balk inwardly. Were she under the regulations of the expedition, or the slightest bit aware of just how far above her socially a neophyte of the Legion stood, never mind a Captain, someone not so much harsher than him would have had her whipped for it.

He stared down at her for a long, painstakingly silent moment. “If there is nothing else I can do for you—“

“Here,” she barked, a slender, silk-clad hand jutting out from beneath the shawl in a closed fist. A glimmer of shining metal between her thumb and fingers caught in the fluorescent light of a passing servo skull as it hovered by. “Take it.”

“I will not.”

Elita huffed. “I will not leave this spot until you do.”

Loken looked to Ferrick, both just as confused by this backwater noblewoman as the other. She had been checked over, surely, before being allowed aboard — any hint of her bringing a weapon or an explosive, no matter how well hidden, would have been found and dealt with on the surface, and with extreme prejudice at that. He held out a giant, ceramite covered hand, his palm facing upwards. It dwarfed hers, the same way it had dwarfed Mersadie’s when they met.

With a soft, delicate clink, a piece of wrought gold dropped into his palm, followed by its twin. In a wondrous, serendipitous circumstance, the familiar shape of a two-headed eagle laid spread across the white plate. “The Emperor’s Mark,” she explained, her silvery eyes fixed on the bird’s wing. “A medal, for those honoured enough to meet Him, even if only for a moment.”

“I cannot accept this,” he replied, not as sternly as he’d intended.

She didn’t seem to care either way. “In His place, I, the Grand Duchess Elita, Lady Royal of Kaentz and Empress-Exile Regent, bestow upon you, Garviel Loken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Sixteenth Astartes Legion, the Luna Wolves, this holy relic.” The words come quickly, rehearsed almost to the point of sounding bored, and she drew her hand sharply back into herself before he could force the trinkets back into it. “The second I give for you to offer your Lord Warmaster.”

Loken’s lip twitches upward, and he knew that Ferrick, at least, noticed, because he nearly swallowed his own. “You will not honour the Warmaster, lady?” he asked, the amusement in his voice well disguised.

“No, I will not,” came her stalwart reply, her eyes refusing to meet his. “You can give the tyrant his prize yourself.”

[straykats]

submitted w no name, no student number, and 4 minutes to spare 😃👍

hi friends if anyone seems me active in the next 9-10hrs please bully me into doing my assignment

[hunterthecharmer]

Unexpected - Part 4

Summary: You work for an events company and end up being assigned as a talent handler for a 2 week long convention. Your co-worker ends up assigned to Glen Powell, but you catch his eye. Can you remain professional and keep him from knowing you're actually a pretty big fan of his?

Authors note: we are finally off to the races with the Glen content. It’s only uphill from here 💙 inserting these pics because they’re my inspo for his look. Let me know your thoughts!!

You awaken to the sound of your phone buzzing loudly on your wooden nightstand. You groan as you reach toward the glowing screen, eyes burning as you flip it over to see who’s blowing you up. It’s 5am, and Savannah’s contact photo fills your screen. You hit the answer button, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. “Hello?” you croak, voice hoarse.

“Oh, thank goodness you answered! I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last forty-five minutes. I still feel like crap, is there any way you can take over Glen’s schedule today? I already texted our lead about it, and Dylan doesn’t have any overlaps so you’re good there.”

You blink slowly as you try to process her words. “Sure, Sav. I’m sorry you’re sick.” You finally reply. “When do I need to pick him up?” Savannah coughs on the other end of the line. “His first event is at 8! Thank you so much, I owe you big. I’m gonna go back to sleep.” She hangs up, and you fall back into the mattress.

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“I’m gonna need 3 coffees this morning, thanks.” You hurriedly grab the drink carrier back to your golf cart before speeding over to Dylan’s cabin. “Morning Mr. O’Brien!” You grin at him, pointing excitedly to the coffee cups. “Heck yeah! Let’s do this.” He takes the cup from your hands and slides next to you. “Dylan, I have to cover for Savannah today with Glen so it might get a little hectic, but don’t worry. I promise you’re my priority, and you won’t be late to anything!” You smile at him as you drive toward his trailer, putting your sunglasses on with your free hand. Dylan sips his coffee, “No problem.”

Once he’s dropped off, you head to pick up Glen. You pull in front of his cabin and beep the horn a few times to let him know you’re ready. He emerges moments later in jeans and a blue argyle sweater, hair perfectly styled. His leather watch catches the sun as he bounces down the stairs, face lighting up when he spots the coffee in the cup holder. “You’re my hero!” You giggle before reversing the cart. “Bad nights sleep, Mr. Powell?”

“Just a lot on my mind.” He answers quickly, only glancing over to you out of the corner of his eye as he drinks his coffee. He then waves a hand in front of you both, continuing. “Woah woah woah, Savannah does NOT call me that. Does Dylan ask to be addressed that way? Cuz’ I will give him so much shit for that later.” You burst into laughter together, covering your mouth in embarrassment. “Look, we are technically supposed to address all talent this way. Unless they specify otherwise that is.” You smile to yourself as you drive.

“Well I am definitely specifying. You’re like, what, only a few years younger than me right? I’m just Glen. K?” You nod. “Understood.” You let silence fill the air as you continue to drive towards his trailer, a couple light giggles escaping from both of you.

“Also, I know you’ve heard already but I will be covering Savannah today, so anything you need, just text or call me. Okay?” you look at him and he shoots you a thumbs up, downing the rest of his coffee before you arrive at the trailer.

“Have a good class!” You encourage, and Glen spins around to wink at you while clicking his pen, journal tucked under his arm. You wait until he gets through the door before you drive away to check on your friend.

….

“Long story short, I’m feeling much better.” Savannah sighs as she cuddles further into her blanket, the tv lightly playing in the background of her room. “I’m glad to hear it. You think you’ll be back in business tomorrow? It’s getting a little difficult with Glen. Not in a bad way, it’s just that he is being really sweet and I…I’m trying really hard to be professional. But you know how I feel about him!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, flopping backward onto the comforter. Savannah nods knowingly. “Just keep being yourself, you can’t help how he acts or feels toward you. You just can’t forget that you have a job to do.” You listen to her, twisting your hair around your finger as your stomach drops. You spend a little more time with her before heading back to pick up the boys and continue to drop them off for their events the rest of the day. Fortunately for you, they both had events close in proximity to each other so you didn’t have to drive either of them far, which left less time for you and Glen to talk. By the time the day was over, you happily slipped off your shoes and took a shower longer than normal to release some of your nerves. Glen was a celebrity, and naturally charming. No way would he ever actually flirt with you, right? You’re a nobody. Just a normal girl who happens to be working an event he booked to help him further his career. His very real, very serious Hollywood career.

You allow the warm water to cascade down your back for a while before stepping out of the shower to slide into bed, flipping on the TV to watch a movie and enjoy your pizza the craft service sent you to your cabin with.

As the hours pass, a storm forms outside and you welcome the thunder with the occasional flashes of lightning making the room glow. It eventually lulls you to sleep until you’re ripped from your dream to the sound of your work phone buzzing from across the room. You instantly snap up in bed at the different ring tone, your brain telling you this is important. You lunge toward the phone and look at the caller ID - it’s Glen’s assistant. Confused, you answer the call.

“Hello, this is..” A female’s voice instantly begins speaking as soon as they have confirmation someone is on the other end of the phone. You listen closely, rubbing your eyes as you realize it’s 3 in the morning. You learn that Glen’s mom has been trying to get ahold of him all night but he hasn’t heard her calls; she and his dad were out riding their electric bikes that evening when his dad accidentally wrecked it, hurting his back pretty badly. They had been out and about downtown so his mom didn’t want Glen to hear it from a news outlet before he could hear it from them and know his dad was going to be fine. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you assure her that you’d let Glen know as soon as possible so he could give his family a call, since they were all still at the hospital with his dad. You hang up with her and start slipping on your tennis shoes and rain jacket, grimacing at your air dried hair in the mirror and deciding to throw on your hat to hide it. The rain was still coming down heavily outside, so you’d need to be quick. You rush out the door and onto your golf cart, instantly missing having a car here on the property. You make it to Glen’s cabin in no time, struggling to see through all the rain. The claps of thunder startle you as you put the cart in park and run to the front door. You knock loudly on the door, calling Glen’s name as you do. “Glen, Glen! Wake up! Please!” You bang on the door about 6 more times before the door finally swings open, a very tired and confused Glen standing before you in his sweatpants. “What’s going on?” His voice is raspy as he steps aside for you to come in, drenched from the storm. You stand near the front door and pull your phone out of your jacket pocket. “I’m sorry to wake you, but your assistant called me. Your dad’s in the hospital for a back injury. He and-” Glen cuts you off, eyes widening. “Oh my gosh, is he ok? When did this happen?” He paces over to his phone on the nightstand, raking a hand through his hair as he sees all his missed call notifications. “He’s okay, I promise! He had an accident on the electric bike with your mom downtown. She wanted to tell you before you heard it elsewhere.” You finally get out all the details, watching as he nods along while dialing his mom. They speak for a few moments before hanging up. You tried not to eavesdrop but you could hear most of what was said. They didn’t want him to fly all the way back to Texas, there was nothing he could do there that he couldn’t do here. They would discharge his dad in a day or so, it wasn’t like it was life threatening. Glen sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering over to yours. “Thank you for driving over here to tell me, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper.” He shoots you a sleepy smile, the pain he is trying to hide all over his face. It hurts you to see him so upset, so worried.

“Of course, I’m just glad I heard my phone and that everyone’s okay.” You yawn, awkwardly shifting your weight as you adjust your hat on your head, irritated at how drenched you were. You were shivering in his doorway, texting his assistant to let her know you had told Glen and all was well.

“Hold on, is that a Longhorns hat?” He asks in disbelief, slipping a t- shirt over his head before suddenly standing to walk over to you. In one quick motion, you cover the logo with one hand and pull your hood over your head, body turning toward the doorknob. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, it is. Small world, right? Anyways, I’ll let you get back to sleep.” You stumble over your words, knowing full well that he could never know the real reason as to why you own the hat on top of your head. Never.

“You were already awesome, but this just tipped you over the edge.” He smirks playfully at you, his warm hands reaching for your cap and carefully lifting it off of you. He inspects the inside, giving a nod of approval before putting it back on you. “Yep, that’s official alright.”

Grinning at each other, you twist the doorknob and step backward, the cold rush of the rain and winds blowing the hood off your head. “What’re you doing?” Glen shouts, quickly slamming the door shut and tugging your wrist towards him, and back towards his warm room. “It’s nasty out there, no way I’m letting you drive back yet. You can hang here until it clears up.” Glen throws the blanket draped over the couch in front of the fireplace over to you, and you catch it with a huff. “No, Glen..do you understand that I will lose my job if anyone sees me leaving here at this hour? It’s extremely unprofessional.” You shake your head while draping the blanket over your shoulders, thankful for its warmth. Glen leans against the tufted sofa, crossing his arms as he purses his lips. “You came here to give me a message about my family. I don’t care who I have to explain that to. Now come over here and let’s get you warmed up.” His tone is quiet now, dripping with exhaustion and care. He was not going to take no for an answer.

Hanging your head in defeat, you kick off your shoes and jacket before heading over to join him by the fireplace. He flips a switch on the electric fireplace, the heat quickly warming your bones. You watch the flames dance along the screen, unusually grateful that it wasn’t a real fireplace at this moment because of the time it might take to get it going. Glen sighs as if he is having the same thought before taking a seat on the couch. He drapes an arm over the backside of it, as if to invite you to sit next to him. You opt for the floor, planting yourself on the soft shag rug. He clicks his tongue with a low hum before sliding down to join you, nudging your shoulder.

“I don’t bite, you know.” He began, before gently removing your hat from your head, your hands reaching up to smooth out your frizzy hair immediately. Glen slowly stops you, his own hands covering yours to pull them down. You stare at each other for a moment, as you wait for him to say something else. When he doesn’t, you speak up to fill the quiet space. “Thanks for letting me wait out the storm. I hope it clears up befo-“

Glen cuts you off.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

His blunt confession rattles you, suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights. Had you been that obvious?

Your mouth goes dry, mind swirling with what to say to him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.” You lie, your expression one of stone while your tone betrays you. You so desperately wished that you could be more coy at this moment.

His sage eyes sparkle at you, his body shifting so that he’s fully facing you now, hugging his knees to his chest as he watches you go still.

“It’s 4am, you’re off the clock and I’m calling your bluff.” his lips curl into another smirk. Your eyes search his face, the glow of the flames making him look even better than normal. You make a mental note of his disheveled hair, not able to stop yourself from running your fingers through it. He exhales deeply, enjoying your touch. You search his face for any sign that he wants you to stop, but instead his eyes begin to close, head leaning forward into your touch. A few long, quiet moments pass, the storm outside and crackle of the fireplace filling the room.

“You didn’t deny it.” He finally whispers, his voice so relaxed you almost can’t hear him.

You slowly halt scratching his head, your hands moving to either side of his face to gently trace his features. He smiles softly at you, and it makes your heart leap.

His hands rest on your ankles as you face him, legs criss crossed. The contact makes your breath quicken, thankful they aren’t any higher.

“Alright, fine. Yes, I may or may not….” you pause, carefully choosing your words, “find you attractive.”

His eyes widen, hands suddenly raising to grip your upper arms before swiftly pushing you backwards to pin you onto the floor. “Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite catch that. I’m gonna need you to speak a little louder for me.” His tone is low, and extremely flirty. You giggle beneath him, his boyish expressions making you dizzy. You’ve already admitted the words to him, no use in trying to be bashful now.

“I find you attractive, okay?!” You admit, covering your face with your hands to hide your burning cheeks.

“Oh no no no, uh uh. Don’t go acting all shy on me now. Look at me.” He laughs with you, prying your hands away. He lowers his nose to graze yours, a warm hand pushing your hair back from your forehead.

You bring your eyes up to meet his gaze, the warmth of his breath and smell of his cologne enveloping you.

“Hi.” You whisper softly, the last few days of interacting with him feeling like a strange lead up to a moment like this. It felt like something out of a movie. Your mind was screaming at you to get up off the floor and drive back to your cabin for the sake of your job and being professional, while your body was paralyzed in place.

“Hi.” He softly exhales back to you, brushing noses with you again before kissing your cheek. His soft lips, the warmth of the fireplace and the wind blowing outside made you sink into the floor beneath him. How many times had you dreamt of a moment like this? And then for it to happen with your celebrity crush?

Lifting his head to get a better look at you, his eyes search your face for a reaction. You can feel your cheeks getting tight at how hard you’re smiling, heart beating out of your chest. You feel your lips part, eyes dropping back to his lips. Feeling brave and overtaken by your attraction to him you lace your hands behind his neck to pull him back down to you, lips crashing together. The kiss is soft but firm, your fingers drifting to find his hair before he deepens the kiss. A strong arm loops under your back, pressing his body closer to yours. You hum against his lips, tasting his minty mouthwash as his tongue intertwines with yours.

His other hand reaches up to hold the side of your face, his thumb gently circling your cheek, right near the edge of your lips.

Finally breaking apart for air, Glen lifts you from the soft rug and brings you to your feet, placing your arms over his shoulders to be back around his neck as his arms snake around your waist to pull you into him, his lips finding yours again. He guides you backwards towards his bed, your knees bending at the side of the bed frame to sit on the edge mattress while you both continue to kiss each other’s faces off. When his hands start to glide underneath your oversized sleep shirt, you pull back from him, eyebrows raised. “We should stop.” You pant, voice quiet. He pouts at you, fingertips running up and down your spine. You close your eyes, trying to gauge if the rain had let up. It sounded like it had, to your dismay. You were also trying to soak in this moment because chances were it wasn’t ever going to happen again. When you open your eyes, his are now closed as he continues to trace circles on your back. You run a hand through his hair to put it semi back to normal, gently tapping the side of his face to wake him up. “Hey, you should get some sleep. I think it’s slowing down out there so I’m gonna head back.”

His eyes shoot open, and you feel a tinge of guilt as you note the redness in them now. Yours probably matched. You place both palms on his chest to wiggle your body away from him off the bed, making a beeline for your shoes and jacket near the door. It was taking every last bit of willpower not to turn around to tackle him back onto the bed, your body already missing his touch. He follows you to the door, handing your hat back to you with a smirk. “Thanks again.”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you take the hat from him, pulling your hood over your head and feeling around in your pocket for the cart key. “For..?” Your voice trails off. Glen laughs, “For the update on my dad. And for the kisses.” He winks at you, and your cheeks flush. Unsure of what to say, you step closer to him, his body leaning down to you in response. Getting on your tiptoes, you quickly cover his face in kisses, the child-like giggle that escapes his lips making your heart swell. You purposely leave his lips out of it, kissing his cheeks one last time before backing away from him. He frowns suddenly, shaking his head.

“Why’re you running away?” His tone is still playful, making it harder for you to leave. You felt like you were having an out of body experience, shocked at your bravery to kiss his face like you’d daydreamed of doing while watching his films, running your hands through his sandy blonde hair and pressing your bodies together. You needed to let him sleep, and you needed to rest too.

“I’m not, we just need to be able to function tomorrow. Goodnight, Glen.” You smile sweetly at him, shimmying your long coat sleeve off to expose your left hand to give him a tiny goodbye wave. He groans, throwing his head back before holding the door for you, watching as you drive away.

[sevinsav]

「 . ݁ ✦ WHEN IT RAINS ✦ . ݁ 」

ᝰ.✮ PAIRING ✮ NEYTIRI x BLK!FEM!HUMAN!READER!

ᝰ.✮ PROMPT ✮ YOU AND NEYTIRI SHARE A COMMON INTEREST!

ᝰ.✮ BACKGROUND ✮ BDSM, SOFT DOM ‘TIRI, ORAL, LOW | MILD BREATH PLAY!

ᝰ.✮ INDEX ✮ MAWEY┆BE CALM, OEYÄ TSTEW ‘EVE ┆ MY BRAVE GIRL ┆ KALIN ‘EVE, SWEET GIRL, SÌLTSAN ‘EVE┆GOOD GIRL!

ᝰ.✮ SIGN OFF FROM SAV ✮ LIKES, COMMENTS, AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED 🫶🏽🪐🔮

Neytiri shares your smile as her amber eyes clouded with lust, coursing her hands throughout your ample figure.

You watch her aptly, closing your eyes as you have way to the sensation of her soft supple lips gently pressing against each part of your body with a practiced precision.

She reached down to kiss your lips, your trachea, your chest, your womb, and rests her lips against your core. Your mouth parts to moan, toss, and turn with each kiss she gave you as the two of you settle into a rhythm only the two of you know.

She placed her hands on your thighs, parting your legs as she nudged your mound her nose until she pressed her lips to you and laid claim towards the part she craved the most; . . .

You moan out her name, reaching out to place your hands on each side of her head. Wavy, dark hair pinned behind her as it cascaded down to her waist.

You noticed a few loose strands cresting her forehead, framing her face and softening her features and enchanting you in the process.

Her ears flicker as she responds to you with a low hum as her tongue swipes back and forth against your clit as you throw your head back with a moan.

The skies thundered, but the sound of them are drowned out by your moans as Neytiri delves deeper into you as she kisses your other set of lips just as soft and just as sweet as she had earlier. Her tail wades calmly behind her as she pulled back to sit on her knees.

Lightning strikes and sears into the skies in a burst of light as you to jolt in fear while Neytiri flattened her ears at the sound.

The hiss on her lips dies when she felt you shivering in her arms in preparation of another strike, causing her gaze to soften as she leans to kiss you.

“Mawey,” she whispers.

You begin to settle until another flash of lightning streaks across the skies, causing you to shudder.

Neytiri scrunches her nose at the slight interruption, pulling you closer as she inserts another digit as a distraction from another strike.

It works to your benefit and hers as you lift your hips toward her with a desperation only she was able to elicit from you in moments like these.

Neytiri crooks another digit deeper into your core as her smile sharpens with each moan you let out, “You are eager tonight, ma tawtute.”

Your head lolls against the woven mat, knowing she was right.

You were eager tonight, not just because of the pleasure your mate gave you but because you hadn’t seen Neytiri since she returned from her hunt. “Can’t help it,” You exhaled, “Missed you . . . ”

She pauses her ministrations as her ears twitch in surprise as she broke out into a smile and pressed her lips to yours, “The feeling is mutual, ma kalin ‘eve . . . ”

You smiled softly against her lips and kiss her sweetly, slowly reaching your arms forward to wrap them around her shoulders.

Her lips were soft and plush, still wet from the rain and now wet from you.

You could taste the droplets of dribbling across her lips along with the fruit she ate earlier, transferring from her tongue on to yours.

In and out, you breathed until her scent coveted yours as a sign of her possession over you and what was demanded of you the second she lays eyes on you.

In and out, you exhaled into her mouth as she accepts your life force with every kiss you shared growing more fleeting than the last.

In a matter of seconds, she became the air you breathed as well as the essence you taste.

But your passionate exchange was interrupted but Neytiri was swift as ever.

She replaces her lips with the breathing apparatus you showed her how to operate the first night you spent together.

Her bright amber widened as a flash of fear flickers across them as her massive hand firmly clasps the mask over the lower half of your face.

Her other arm scoops you from the ground and into her arm, cradling your body against hers.

A relieved smile appears on her lips when she feels her hand wrap around her wrist, “Oeyä tstew ‘eve, ma oeyä kalin ‘eve.”

Your expression mirrors hers as you released a breathless chuckle, “Only for you.”

Neytiri widens her smile and preens at the compliment as her possessive nature rose to the surface.

Her hands trailed your nude form as her mind ran wild with ways to bring to your knees.

She knows that you could only withstand an hour of the air she and her people breathe due to the experiment you were conducting.

From what you told her, you studied one of the plants native to her world and found a way to covert the mist that it creates into the air you and your kind were able to breathe.

But, the effects were only temporary.

She remembered how ecstatic you were and how gracious you were for her patience as you allowed yourself to be bent to her will on the ground of a clearing close to the lab.

Now, your roles were reversed.

She feels your hand reach for her face which causes her eyes to meet yours.

Worried but wistful all the same.

You open to your mouth to go tell her, “We can keep going, Tiri.” You said feebly, hoping it was enough to reassure her.

She visibly softens at the sound of your voice as a gentle smile forms against her lips, “If you are sure . . . ”

Her long nimble digits slowly remove the mask from your face to bring you in to kiss you as her lips lowered from your lips to your breasts, ribs, navel, and rested on top of your core.

Your legs parted with an ease only the two of you were accustomed to, “ . . . Ma Tiri . . . ”

Her tongue dips along your folds and flattens against your clit while she courses her hands over behind your thighs.

Neytiri rests your legs on to her shoulder blades as her braids drape themselves against your inner thighs, allowing you to gather her hair in your hands.

She smiles against your flesh before suctioning her mouth on to your mound as her tongue latches on to your clit.

“Tiri . . . ”

You cried out her name as your hips lifted to meet her mouth.

She hums, knowing that you were restless tonight due to how long she had been gone.

Your jaw shudders from the practiced precision with which Neytiri eats you with.

Her eyes never leave yours, allowing you to stare at her through the valley between your breasts.

Warm amber orbs stare into your soul suddenly reminding you of the apex predators that once roamed your world.

Not to mention how your lover resembled them.

With her intense gaze and sharp instincts, she ravages despite how much your head tosses and turns.

Her grip on your hips tightens as her nails formed crescent moons into your skin.

A silent warning for you to behave.

She had been pleasant and gave you some grace knowing how she had left you longer than expected but she also wanted you to know that she was in charge.

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[the-inheritance-games]

Do y’all think the other Hawthorne brothers now see Gigi and Sav as their sisters? I feel like they would bc they are graysons blood and they would all ride or die for them bc they ride or die for gray and gray rides or dies for them.

Also do u think gray gets jealous if his sisters hang out too much with his brothers? I fee like Grayson would be like “no. Mine.” “They’re MY sisters” or something like that but only on the inside and on the outside he’d just be grumpy and try to insert himself in the hangout lol

[heavenbled]

his first instinct is to go, is to run away and hide and pull that white cloth over his entire being and lock it away so he never had to think about this touch again. it's an instinct to deeply ingrained, a want so deep in his being that it takes a conscious response to deny. but crow questions it, questions why he feels disgust and suddenly that response just vanishes ; for a comfort fills an empty vacancy he was previously unaware of.

perhaps it was a threat so thinly and poorly veiled, a threat crow might place on a person too close, a prediction. perhaps it was the fact that she just simply could, if she had even one inkling, to draw blood and fatally wound. perhaps it was the fact that she did not. he didn't care to understand why just then.

so he sighs heavily, clenching his fingers into fists lamely at his sides. " i don't get why i keep coming to you, why our paths keep crossing. and i hate that you always have the most cryptic things to say. " but even with eyebrows knitted into a frown, there is not a fire present in those orange eyes — smoldering, yes, but not blazing. there is anger in his voice but it has long gone cold, an anger that has matured and seeped itself with exhaustion.

" osiris ... has a lot of wisdom, " he says lamely, and immediately does a scowl of disgust at himself crosses his face. crow makes a noise of quieted frustration. " i feel like everything that's happened since the day i took my first breath of life in that empty place has just been stringing me along. like some ... awful plaything. hard to believe we can chart whatever course we want when that's how it's always been. "

crow <3 / " i wonder if there ever will be an 'end' to any, all of this. " — @altaisms

bleached claw-tips trace unknowable circles into the fragile skin of crow's shoulder. eyes stare out, elsewhere, searching the universe for questions the goddess has not yet even asked, though her mind remains planted firm in present musings.

"you imply that you do not have the choice to end an any time, crow."

how easy it would be, to apply just a modicum more of pressure; to spear this lightbearer on her claw and let him bleed. to pull his flailing, struggling body to her mouth and devour him as so many already have. to choke him down, hollow heart and all, until she is all that remains of him. it would be a kindness, compared to what fast approaches.

instead, her claw retreats. fingers curl, motioning to the stars that have captured her eyes, "what is it that osiris said to me? we plot our own paths in this sea of stars. it is the beauty of paracausality. the world moves for us; not the other way around."

[kimberbohwrites]

Alright I’m going to be trying to catch up on my asks and tags a bit over the next week just fyi.

9 People You Want to Know Better Tag

Tagged by: @barbwillbrb and @sleketon666 and @crowwolf aweeee <3

Tagging: @savriea @orangekittyenergy @russica @drizztdohurtin @lemonsrosesandlavender @redroomroaving @darkurgetrash @dutifullylazybread @tealfling

Three Ships: Rolan x Tav, Bloodweave (judge me Sav and Jessica!!!), and My Self Insert OC (Luna) x Halsin

First Ship: I’m not sure I really became aware when my first ship was, but I REALLY wanted Sherlock and Moriarty to smoosh in BBC’s Sherlock, so…..

Last Song: Red Wine Supernova, by: Chappell Roan

Last Movie: … I don’t know tbh, I haven’t found a lot of time to sit through a film lately.

Currently Reading: So much of your guys’ fics tbh, really ignoring my physical TBR pile haha.

Currently Watching: Rewatching The Acolyte, you know why….

Currently Eating: Nothing? I am drinking water though?

Currently Craving: **See answer for “Currently Watching”** lmfao

[squirrel-art]

Q: What do Jedi wear to the club?

A: Their lightsabers!

This is probably the most ambitious thing I’ve drawn in like, a year, which is wild bc I couldn’t even be assed to draw the background (it’s one of my own screenshots from Nar Shaddaa). 

I dunno, I just really like the idea of the psychic space monks getting to be hip normal girls once in a while! <3

Sartorial inspirations below the cut, because figuring out how I was gonna dress everyone was part of the fun teehee

Kira: Kira always struck me a little more of a tomboy, and I like the idea of Coruscanti street fashion orbiting the techwear sphere. So she gets the Kim Possible fit. I think she’d want any excuse to show off her abs \o/

Ántonia: Basically a copy of this outfit  (+leather jacket, gladiator heels, & lightsaber belt) worn by Australian model Isabelle Mathers that I found reposted to Pinterest. I wish I could link to the actual post, but I couldn’t find it on her instagram and suspect it might’ve been from a reel that’s no longer available? Apologies for my lack of journalistic integrity TuT And then her cute little mynock masquerade mask is based on this bat mask.

Savtas: Sav’s casual non-robes wear is almost exclusively jumpsuits, for both convenience and comfort, so of COURSE I put her in the successor to Mark Hamill’s gold lamé jumpsuit he wore for that German TV skit in the 80s. I’m in love with it now

Nadia: I just really wanted to put her in something cute with a lean towards 60s retro-futurism! It felt Star Wars-appropriate. Her dress is based on this fantastic little number by Gnyuki Torimaru. I also gave her Dior boots because I saw them on Pinterest & decided they were fantastic. You might also notice she’s changed the design of her face paint to match Sav’s tattoos ^_^

insert that old adage about gay friend groups always looking like they’re attending separate events

[m0stlygh0st]

Also: did you guys know I have two hands

[alola03]

Sav's tags were too cute!!! I had to draw something for it >:3 @m0stlygh0st

[flowers-of-io]

Blorbo ask for Sav? And bonus for my favorite Xivu maybe 👉🏼👈🏼

Sav comes first with our first bingo of this round!!!! I wanna highlight the "I can't live a normal life anymore" square 50 times

Aaand Xivu. "Most fandom takes are incorrect" as in no one is talking about aroace Xivu NEARLY as much as I'd like to, everyone are just like "oooh self insert Guardian/Xivu because her voice is so sexy" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

[twiishaa]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

aaaaa two of them ?? i love you guys 😭😭 insert tiktok happy emoji

love you sav 😚😚

[forget-me-maybe]

Moodboard tag

Rules: Use this order and insert images according to how you view yourself/your character!

I love this game, thank you @savriea for the tag!!

I'm copying Sav and doing both my Tav (Faye) and myself because it sounded like fun!!!

So, first out!! Here's Faye from 'Look after me' with a fair amount of yapping:

1. Animal: Tabby cat (she was a black cat before the tadpole but girl's been severely domesticated)

2. Place: City square clock tower (she climbs it and enjoys the view)

3. Plant: Ivy

4. Character: I DONT KNOW I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BUT I CANT COME UP WITH ANYTHING have a screenshot of Faye instead (early game, she and I haven't gotten further than the grove)

5. Season: Autumn

6. Hobbies: Painting (she accidentally drinks her paint water at least once every session)

7. Color: Blue

8. Crystal: Moonstone (New beginnings)

9. Food: Lohikeitto (Finnish salmon soup (it's good!!!))

Lots of love

[umemiyan]

robin your ‘old soul’ (affectionate) posts are giving me life. i don’t know umemiya (insert the Kiki Palmer ‘I don’t know that man’ meme) but imagine tending to his wounds with the some classic rock playing on a vinyl in a little cabin somewhere, humid air coming in from the open windows and front door. a glass of sweet tea in his hand and a wet towel around his neck, content as you wipe blood off his temple and murmur playful banter underneath the humming of a box fan and the chirp of cicadas

anyway happy wednesday! 🤘🏼

head in my hands......... sav how could you do this to me.........

this is so perfect. like the ideal scenario. i'm fucking face down in the floor rn.

i'm imagining we were out in town strolling around and he ended up trying to defend someone who was being mistreated in some way because he just couldn't stand for it. he was probably outnumbered and came out with some scrapes and bruises, but ultimately took care of the situation. we have to head back so we can rest and i can clean him up.

i don't always have the gentlest touch, but i'm pretty decent with some first aid stuff. i would do my best to get him disinfected and patched up without hurting him too much! meanwhile he's just enjoying the closeness and the way my hair is pushed around a bit by the fan and how i sing along to some of the songs while teasing him for being so righteous. at some point he just wraps his arms around my waist and presses his head to my chest with a smile.