#THE THEMESSS

[gaysonlyocean]

are you winning reaper

[lovinggreeniehours]

"i have no spark to give you. would i alone suffice?"

(random sketches from class + dialogue i have in their folder of my notes. i have no time to deliver op13 fic. may i offer you instead some vibes. do you guys get me)

[rainworld-ostpolls]

Round 2 | Poll 35

Listen to: Another Ending (Outro Theme) | Reclaiming Entropy (Theme V - Credits)

Round 2 done! Winners/losers are gonna be announced tomorrow. I'm going to take a short break again; round 3 starts on July 2nd: 1 am GMT +2

[likepersimmons]

to be clear @kagehiner i am your forever comrade we're going down hand in yaoi hand rn

[pinkandblueblurbs]

OMG ITS ALMOST FEBRUARY I GET TO DO A VALENTINE’S DAY THEME SOON

[tyrannuspitch]

"don't mistake me for an honourable man" oh you're not in any danger of THAT alan

[vigilskeep]

people will see a character like alistair, who has issues about sex because his identity and plot completely hinge on him having been conceived in sex perceived as immoral, and who can potentially later break up with the player depending on whether he’s become someone willing to defy those morals or not, and who can be put in an arranged/political marriage by the player, and whose status as a virgin is apparently so key to his character that the writers let you ask him about whether or not he’s had sex even if you’re playing a man and he’s thus unromanceable, and be like wow the decision on this character’s final fate being about sex is so crazy. it came out of nowhere. probably just written in because the writers want grimdark street cred or they get off on it or something

i think it’s uncharitable to act like the dark ritual being sex is just for the ~ edginess ~ of having an evil sex ritual. it completely serves a narrative purpose and fits the genre and world

[spiritually-a-deer]

𝓼𝓸 𝓾𝓱𝓶𝓶𝓶... 𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰... ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

pls don't be mad at me i just love making new onesss (also i know im not very active on my side blogs besides the yap blog but im working on thaaatt i promiseee)

sooo i want to do more movie moodboards etc but a lot of them don't fit the aesthetic of any of my blogs but i would love to post more of my interests but i also don't want to destroy my themesss so im making a blog for those moodboards i hope y'all get thatt

im still posting moodboards on here too though just to make that clear

so yeah this is it

byee i hope you're having a great day angelss ⁠♡

[sunn-mechanic]

WOAH WHAIT WAIT IDEA HAS HIT ME

WHAT IF... what if in the mocf au,, the Ice Emperor uses his ice to make his spear have a butcher knife blade instead of just a spear...... like yeah it still essentially does the same thing but... the themes... THE THEMESSS

[cheshire-kitkat]

WE BOTH HAVE YELLOW THEMESSS

WE'RE BOTH SILLY

@rini-loves-nothing

YAY YELLOW IS BANGERS

[velarisbynight]

Ten Minutes

Emerie x Gwyn

Day 2 for @acotar-omegaverse-week — Turning Up The Heat: You seem a little flushed, darling… is everything alright?

a/n: Sapphics + cooking and now I’m craving ciabatta

Warnings: sexual themesss

word count: 1.3k~

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“You have turmeric on your nose.” 

Ginger eyelashes flutter, teal eyes crossing over as they attempt to spot the stray spice. Gwyn swipes the pad of her middle finger across the rounded tip of her nose twice before glancing back to the Illyrian female, dough and flour stuck to her palms. “Gone?” Gwyn asks, inclining her chin for better lighting. Emerie’s lips curve at their corners, irises softening at their edges. “Gone,” she reports, landing a brief kiss to the clean skin—tasting slightly of turmeric. 

“I’m not even using turmeric,” Gwyn mumbles under her breath, turning back to the chopping board, dicing up the sun-dried peppers, and onions before tossing them into a miniature cauldron that’s being heated atop a fire-fuelled stove. Emerie watches her omega through her periphery, lips twitching at the furrowed set of Gwyn’s brow as she moves onto chopping the cabbage, quartering it smoothly before removing its base, “Turmeric’s lid is a bit loose. It probably spilled on something you touched.” Steel effortlessly slices the leaves, rustling as it cuts through the tightly packed vegetable. 

“Oh.” Gwyn holds up the narrow glass jar of ginger. “Found the turmeric.” 

Sure enough, the distinct powdery spice is dusting the glass, colouring the handwritten label a chalky orange, smudging across Gwyn’s neat script. “We should probably clean the cupboard out…” Gwyn murmurs to herself, glancing across the kitchen to their spice shelf. “You think so? I’m sure we’re fine for now. Wait until everything’s messier before starting a big clean.” Teal eyes shoot a playful glare toward the Illyrian, met with a faint smile before brown eyes are returning to the dough, laying it into a baking tray. “Pass the oil?” 

“Only if I can pour it.” 

A huff of laughter. “Sure.” 

Gwyn holds the bottle of oil aloft, supporting the neck as she drizzles the lipid-like liquid swiftly up and down the rectangular expanse. “And do you want to do the next part also?” Emerie muses from her omega’s side, a faint saltiness colouring Gwyn’s usually crisp scent: a mixture of rosemary and herbs with traces of dust and parchment. The priestess’ nose wrinkles with faux appal despite the twinkle in her teal eyes. “I’d rather not get oil all over my hands.” 

“Mhmm.” Emeries pushes her fingers into the dough, the chopped olives and sliced tomatoes peeking out in places with a scattering of rosemary atop the surface. 

“Smells good,” Gwyn comments, returning to her own station besides cauldron, grating cloves of garlic into the wrought iron bowl. “Yours or mine?” 

“Both, really. Though particularly yours. The hallways always used to smell of baking yeast in the early mornings.” Back at the temple, she leaves unsaid. Gwyn’s eyes no longer shutter as they used to, but there’s a sadness to her face. 

Emerie presses a silent kiss to her temple, causing teal eyes to flicker upwards. “I’m glad you still like it,” Emerie murmurs, enraptured by the dilation of black pupil through such clear, rippling blue. Creamy cheeks warm with colour, fiery hair curling around damp temples as Gwyn manages a smile. “They’re good memories. Even if it…” Her throat rolls, eyes flitting away once before returning to Emerie’s. “Well, I don’t want to talk about that now.” 

“No? You don’t want a dose of emotional vulnerability while cabbage vapour infuses into your skin?” 

Rosey lips stretch in a closed smile, a huff of laugher exhaling from the priestess’ nose. “You’re the one who doesn’t like it. I think it smells lovely.” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Don’t mhmm me.” Gwyn levels her mate with a look, lips still curved at their corners, arms folding across an aproned-chest. “You’re the one who does’t mind the smell of sweat.” 

Emerie releases a long-suffering sigh. “I said I don’t mind the smell of your sweat. It’s different.” 

“Mhmm.” 

Emerie glares, but it’s clearly fake, mirth rolling in her gorgeous dark eyes. “You’ll want to take that off the boil now,” she reminds, the drawl laced with low amusement. 

“I know what I’m doing,” Gwyn huffs, slipping her hands into the thick mittens and lifting the cauldron from the fire-magic stove, hauling it onto the side closer to the spice shelf. From having her back turned to her alpha, Emerie can make out the dainty hairs curling at the nape of Gwyn’s neck, creamy skin damp and dewy from the humidity of the kitchen. She chooses to sidle up beside her omega, splashing her hands with soap and water, bubbles frothing up from the sink. “Want to bathe later?” 

The question’s phrased innocently enough, but Gwyn shoots a glare nonetheless. “To clean, right?” 

“Cleaning would be involved,” Emerie agrees, eyes twinkling though they remain on the thick lather she’s working up between her hands as the fragranced bar slips and slides. “I’m sure working in a kitchen all day is enough to earn a long soak.” That look of suspicion remains in Gwyn’s features, eyes narrowed and lips pursed, chin inclined as she carefully observes her mate. Though she can’t deny that the idea of slipping into a large tub of pleasantly heated water, misty from soap and fragrances, steam beading on the cool, pale-tiled walls of their bathroom…working suds through her her hair, running her fingers through the strands to relieve any knots…it’s little short of heavenly. Gwyn’s tongue flicks out over hot and dry lips. 

“Is that a yes?” Emerie muses, the smile obvious from her tone alone. 

Gwyn’s teeth prod at the interior of her lower lip, considering. It would be nice. Especially after training and then having spent the rest of the morning in the damp heat of the kitchen, then getting out, drying off and being clean and fresh…she’d probably still have a while to wait though, until the food would be done… Time to fill…in a bath…with… “A separate bath each…?” 

Emeries’s expression turns pained, thick brows curving upward. “If that’s what you’d like,” she concedes, tone hyperbolically strained. “You’re suggesting we bathe together?” Gwyn deadpans. Emerie’s expression changes, dark eyes gleaming as her lips curve smugly, “It’s happened before.” A slight flush colours pale cheeks but Gwyn holds her gaze. Emerie leans closer, noses almost touching, “And I know you rather enjoyed it.” 

The flush deepens magnificently, making it difficult to pick out the pale gold of Gwyn’s eyebrows, having her appear rather startled. Emerie’s lips curve further into a self-satisfied smirk, the priestess huffing indignantly, “not as much as you, apparently.” 

“I can’t help how beautiful you look when you—”

“Do not.” The flush is bright red now, teal eyes breathtakingly beautiful against the vivid colour of the Priestess’ hot skin. Her alpha hums, a glimmer in her eyes but she keeps quiet. Gwyn raises her chin, daring Emerie to say something, but instead Emerie turns the tap, reaching for the hand towel. “Would you like to go first, then?” 

Gwyn narrows her eyes at her mate, observing her for more than a few moments, before undoing the ties of her apron, folding it neatly and setting it on the side. “I’m going to run my bath,” Gwyn declares matter-of-factly, fingers straying over the linen as she steps slowly back. “Give me ten minutes to myself.” 

Emerie swallows. “And then…?” Gwyn shrugs but her eyes glint, still stepping away, marking the grip her mate has on the hand towel. “I want to clean myself up a little first, before…” There’s a note in her voice. Feigned innocence—Gwyn knows exactly what she’s doing. Smart Valkyrie. 

Emerie’s throat is dry. “Before…?” 

The priestess shrugs. “Company, perhaps.” 

“Company.” Emerie repeats, voice soft; strained, “And this…company…” Gwyn hums absently, as if Emerie can’t pick out the sweetened scent. “Cleaning?” The Illyrian female clarifies, voice rasping. Scratchy. 

Rosey lips curve invitingly, “Cleaning would be involved.” 

Oh, she knows exactly— 

Gwyn sends a grin over her shoulder, before vanishing from the kitchen, leaving a trail of rosemary and herbs, and the sweetest trace of buttery almonds. Ten minutes. 

Emeries inhales tightly before blowing it out, glancing down to the hand towel she’s gripping. 

Ten minutes. 

[hellfire--cult]

Ummm?! COME THRU WITH THE BEETLEJUICE THEME!! IM OBSESSED 😍😍😍 AND THE LINK IS THE BEST

OMG MATCHING THEMESSS LOOK AT URSSSS

[nerves-nebula]

Your art has Themes. They cause Feelings. Help

(good job keep it up you’re awesome)

Aww thxxxxxx I love Themesss. So much of my work has been homework lately 😔 but I try to stay silly (by silly I mean committed to writing sad shit)

[sushiikando]

oh YEAH ALSO

figured out how to tag this stuff so!!

have some mothman doodles for ur soul

art below the break as a few have suggestive themesss and i got some fellow aces following me so

ill make some normal ones soon i promise (<--- lying)

i love himdng

ANYWAYS U GUYS ARE NOT READY FOR MY MAY TATTOO

[starclanstims]

Could I order a snail shell (dotc methinks?) With themesss of shells and the beach? :D

snail shell stimboard with shell and beach themes requested by: @crydecanon

assuming you meant a stimboard ^^ hope everything looks ok!

credit: x | x | x x | x | x x | x | x

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bestie you always slay with the themesss 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you my dear 💜💜