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Denis Sarazhin, “Weightless”, oil on canvas, 2018. Was Born in Nikopol, Ukraine in 1982.
#denis sarazhin#weightless#2018#oil on canvas#oil painting#painting#art#ukranian artist#figurative art#contemporary art#woman#man#portrait#carry in arms#carry in#carry#embrance#hands
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people love to bitch on BW, but gosh, does it set up Ash's need to get strong in Kalos (to a fault) nicely. Like, there's plenty of moments we can see that the Cameron loss did affect him.
Is interesting how you can even see the essence of "Kalos Ash" in those key moments.
I really wish people tried to understand what BW symbolizes for Ash's growth cause man, I really enjoy the arc he goes throught post DP
#please stop acting like xy is a direct sequel to dp and embrance bw as the connector QAQ#it makes ash SO MUCH more interesting when you actually try to listen what the anime is trying to tell#sorry i cannot not bitch about BW haters#|→ diamond digging
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"you look lonely..."
#erenville#ffxiv erenville#my gposes#ffxiv viera#i was in the gd trenches......#it was me and anam against the world..#i was in the darknesses loveless embrance and the plog in gods were not watching#this isn't even a bladerunner inspired pic i just always have to do a dumb descrip sowwy....#7.1 spoilers
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I need more fics where Liam looks at Theo and thinks "oh, I could make him worst"
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When Villain finally confronts the Heroes, he brings Whumpee with him.
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(V:) "Here. He's no longer fun. You can have this" he leads Whumpee by arm. Whumpee is free, without any restrains. He just obediently follows.
Heroes see that there is no light in his eyes. He stands in front of them, waiting for more orders.
(H:) "What did you do to him?"
(V:) "Oh, he's no longer there. Interpret it as you please."
Months pass and they still can't tell if Whumpee's conciousness is still somewhere there.
Did Villain use some kind of magic to rip Whumpee's conciousness out of his body? Is he still in it, but so traumatised that he shut down completly? Or this body is an empty shell and real Whumpee inside it is no longer alive?
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#imagine Caretaker taking care of the empty body for months without any hope to bring Whumpee back#but they just can't bring themselves to leave the body alone#One day a spark appears in Whumpee's eyes. He looks at Caretaker and starts crying so much in their embrance he can't breath.#whump#whumpee#whumpblr#whump writing#whump scenario#hero and villain#villains and heroes#villain#aftermath whump#mind control#lost memories
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#mortal kombat#lin kuei#bi han#sub zero#smoke#scorpion#oh the cold embrance of death#thinking about it when slowly being driven mad by awful heat LOL#joking of course Bi Han is so handsome and full of grace even when murdering people XD
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the quiet of the night leaves thoughts to wander , ears listening ever so carefully for her steady breathing in the other room. he was. . . antsy. each night , as he had claimed the couch for better or for worse , his own thoughts had bombarded him continuously , as if they were laughing at his demise of being in such a position. linked , bound to someone he finds himself struggling to submit. morals ; what pesky things they were. a huff is given and body rises , quiet with each step to trail to the room in which she laid.
at first , he simply observes , almost idolizing the sight before him. he had already admitted his attraction once , and even now does he find such an odd admiration residing in his gaze upon her. light as feather does he pull himself towards the bed , and soon , slipping onto it. soft shhh sounds escape as he lays on top of the blanket next to her , digits finding her own to curl them together. ❛ do not freak out. ❜ a whisper as he inches closer , eyes already drawing a bit heavy. ❛ the couch hurts to sleep on. ❜
I'VE SEEN THE DEVIL MORE THAN I'VE SEEN GOD. In the dim-lit arbors of repose, she slumbered, ensconced in her downy abode, surrounded by dreams and the lambent tendrils of somnolence. A chiaroscuro embroidery dabbled her facial features with the argent beams of Diana's lantern, filtering through diaphanous curtains that uttered secret tales to the zephyrs.
Silent as a wraith, he glided into the chamber, seduced by the hypnotizing lure of that tender scene. He came unto her prostrate form upon the slumberous pallet. His fingertips reached ætherward, finding succor in the foil-crowned orchid of Orihime's hand. As their digits entwined like passionate sphinxes in a perennial dance, the spellbound connection stirred and uncoiled. The fragments of dream-bestrewn moments parted to reveal Aesma's incarnadined countenance looming over her like the impish Pantheon habituated to embracing lovers.
As consciousness shimmered through the depths of umbrageous orbs not yet fully emerged from Morpheus' realm, a becalming warmth engulfed her – a solace amidst Elysian dreams now woven with reality. Drawing closer to him as if guided by an apiarist's diligence toward nectar-rich blossoms and pollen-laden anthers, she sought refuge in his embrace. “You’re warmer than I thought.” A somnolent gentle timbre uttered as delicate arms clasped around him.
#( — .:。✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#this is adorable#now she can sleep peacefully in his embrance lol#like a little angle in the devils embrance#sin is the best lol
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Nick Alm, "Two lovers (Pablo & Francesca)", 2013, oil painting. B. 1985 Stockholm, Sweden.
#nick alm#two lovers#pablo & francesca#2013#oil painting#swedish artist#painting#art#pablo#francesca#lovers#portrait#embrance#kiss#white#clothes#white aesthetic#crystal#glasses#bottles#table#figurative art#contemporary art
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WELL i am endlessly full of love and ready to burst at the seams in some convos i have with people and to me it is very obvious but it feels like this forbidden barrier i cannot cross. Okay. You will never love talking to me as much as i love talking to you. Whatevrr. Or you will never tell me
#and it's exhausting#i come back home late with my groceries. hands cold as i dont even bother sticking them in my pockets#and i think about how they're always cold and if someone was there to hold my hand i wouldnt even be able to get used to it#to handle it#that is probably the only comforting thing about the biting cold despite us being a step away from april .........#at least i can feel something on my skin and it freezes & stops my want in place#not the embrance i want but well. god i am so lonely
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you know what

this post is also about GLADoS, CHEERS!
I want to flirt with them so hard that they bluescreen
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comfortable pleasure
(bf!soobin x gn!reader)
really short + not even really smut, just a bit of grinding and true love!! (so fluff, but in a little bit of smutty way, i suppose?)
you were laying on the couch, some random movie playing in the background. you were mostly focused on the feeling of your boyfriend against you. his legs interwined with yours, his fingers softly caressing small circles on your back.
it felt so right, his thigh in between your legs didn't even feel dirty anymore. just comfortable. his presence, his touch, his tone. soobin was the closest to home a person could be.
you didn't even realize when your hips started moving, grinding lazily against his thigh. soobin just took your hand in his, interwining your fingers and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
you smiled, your hand now making its way to the growing bulge on his sweatpants. "leave it be, you don't gotta do anything." he said, his voice alone a real bandage for your soul, just as always.
you just kissed his shoulder, putting a hand over his bulge and gently palming it, letting him softly grind against your hand. your hips still moved against his thigh, slowly but with just enough pressure to make you feel good.
both of you didn't care about getting anywhere with it, just enjoying the comfortable pleasure and your warm embrances. you loved each other, truly and deeply.
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yeah, i havent been there for like eight months and this is what i come back with... sorry guys </3
#txt fluff#txt x reader#txt x you#txt soft thoughts#txt soft hours#txt smut#soobin x reader#soobin x you#soobin x male reader#soobin soft hours#soobin soft thoughts#soobin smut#soobin hard hours#soobin hard thoughts#no its not hard hours at all... but lemme add tags
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maybe binghe didn’t fall into shizun’s embrance on purpose. have we considered that shizun was just so beautiful it short-circuited his brain? methinks an apology is in order
#svsss#luo binghe#its not his fault. have you seen how everyone else acts?#he was not prepared for the beauty. he was a child. tiny itty bitty#and to have shen qingqiu watch over your training? well i for one would just sit my ass down and bawl like a child lost in a hypermarket
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It's a cruel, cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. like a train wreck, the sound of your breathing hits my ears. our world reappears and it breaks us new. All our love came out of the woodwork.
Inspired by Malcolm T Liepke paint "Embrance"
#epic the musical#epic the ithaca saga#odysseus of ithaca#penelope of ithaca#penelope of sparta#odypen#the odyssey#greek mythology#greek myth#my art#pictures arts#artists on tumblr#told ya this was going to be a fast rough thingy
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hi i read your stories and you're awesome!! can i please request a san and wooyoung scenario where they're making coffee for you in the morning?
Hi dear Anon! 🥰
Thank you for the kind words & the request. I'd a fun time writing it. I hope you'll like it too! 💗💗
➳ a cup of care
➶ poly!woosan x gn!reader 。˚ °
-ˏ` ✎﹏ San forgot to take the coffee machine to the mechanic. But instead of admitting it, he wants to become a home barista, making coffee for you every morning until he can actually take the machine to the repairman.
When Wooyoung finds out what he's up to, he won't tell you. He decides to help to keep San's secret and make nice coffee so you won't tell the difference.
Keeping it from you may seem easy.
It's not.
➴ genre: fluff, light angst, estabilished relationship, polyamory
: ̗̀➛ warnings: half-naked san, who is also a baby
⌨ :: 2.3K words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ kisses and hugs for @honeytwo!!
➳ ateez masterlist | main masterlist

At 5:30 on a Monday morning, Wooyoung strode out into the kitchen. He was looking for San to drag him back to bed. You both slept easier and deeper when the boy was there. You clung to him eagerly, and he usually couldn't even slip away without you being alarmed that he was gently shaking you off him.
Wooyoung expected San to come for a glass of water. That was not the case. The broad-shouldered boy in his pyjamas leaned against the kitchen counter and watched a video in contemplation. At his fingertips were a colander, a bag of what looked like cat food, mugs and the kitchen scale.
Wooyoung curiously ventured closer. The parquet floor creaked under his socked feet.
San turned around like the hyperventilating protagonist of a horror film.
“Hi!” He paused the video so quickly that his phone fell on its face.
“Hi…” Wooyoung took a closer look at the prepared equipment. He picked up the filter and poked the bag. There was something hard inside. “What are you doing? Is this some kind of workout stuff? Or poison?”
“Poison?” San laughed awkwardly and shook his head as if he'd been caught.
“Are you... okay?”
“Of course. I just, uh, wanted to surprise you. Could you go back to bed and keep it a surprise?” San patted Wooyoung's waist. “I promise I'll be ready quickly.”
Wooyoung took pity on him. It was like San to wake up at sunrise to surprise the two people he loved the most. He didn't want to bother him any longer. He pressed a consenting kiss to San's cheek and would have turned back to try to fall back asleep in your embrance, but noticed the pattern at the bottom of the bag.
It was minimalist and almost blended into the caramel colour of the bag, but it was there nonetheless. Three coffee beans. It wasn't cat food, then.
Wooyoung blinked. He walked around San then held the bag in front of his face, and the heavy scent emanating from it immediately hit him in the nose. He pointed incredulously at San, whose neck was flushed.
“You forgot!” he said in disbelief.
“I have not!”
The other walked over to the coffee machine, plugged it in and tried to turn it on. It did the same thing it had been doing for the last few days: all the buttons flickered red and the machine whined, as if it would die at any moment and couldn't make the slightest coffee.
“Oh, but you forgot.” Wooyoung patted the poor steam and turned off the power. “Y/n specifically asked you to do that, remember? They even made your breakfast so you'd write down in your diary the appointment they'd booked with the plumber. And you forgot.”
San pouted in surrender. “Why are you mocking me now?”
“I'm just having a little fun.” Wooyoung grinned. “I'm usually the bad boyfriend here.”
“You're not a bad boyfriend.”
“But I forget more often than you, pearl of men.” Wooyoung looked through the assorted tools again. “So?”
“So what?”
“How can I help you?”
“You want to help?” San was surprised. “I thought you were going to tell our baby.”
“‘Course not. I don't want them to be sad. I'll help make sure they get their coffee and don't notice the difference until the machine is fixed.”
“See, Woo?” San's all brightened up. He stroked Wooyoung's face. “You're not a bad boyfriend.”
“Still, I'll help you cover up your forgetfulness.”
“Because you're my great boyfriend.” San pulled him close and showered him with kisses.
Wooyoung carefully pushed him away. It wouldn't have ended well if the coffee project hadn't progressed, because they were kissing and slowly forgetting about everything but each other.
“So where do we start?”
San set up his phone, tilted it at the microwave again, and they both dug into the information presented to them on how to make quality, home-brewed coffee.
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Only five days. That's how long they had to wait before San could actually take the coffee machine to the mechanic. The earliest the man could meet San was Saturday afternoon. In the meantime, the two boys not only had to make homemade coffee by grinding and filtering, but also to make the coffee taste very similar to the one the machine made. Wooyoung took on the role of the pre-taster.
You liked the coffee on Monday. Although you noted that the program seemed to be quieter this time, you didn't find the taste strange. San laughed and wiped a spot of coffee off the edge of your mouth.
"I think you just slept too deeply. In the kitchen it was as loud and lively as ever. The mechanic did a good job."
As you took your next sip, he glanced warily at Woooyung.
The next day, Wooyoung played coffee machine sounds from his phone while San ground coffee beans. You drank again, this time making no comment on the missing mechanical sounds.
On the third day, Wednesday, you resented that neither of them were with you anymore. You got up early and called them.
“Shit! They're coming!” San tried to cover up his intimate parts like a caught-in-act lover: the filter, the cups, and of course the bag of coffee beans he hid in various places around the apartment as if they were a dangerous piece of his tainted past - even though he had no tainted past.
“Go, distract them!” Wooyoung took up the grind that day. He didn't want to stop, especially since his skin had soaked up the smell of coffee beans that his sense of smell was completely dulled. Of course, you would have smelled it.
Wooyoung didn't want questions about why he smelled thick and heavy like fresh coffee beans.
"Okay," San nodded. “Okay.”
Then he took off his pyjama top. Wooyoung's eyes widened. He didn't mean it that way, he would have added, but San and his refreshing body were gone.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” his question filtered out from the living room. “I'd be happy to wash your back.”
Of course, you couldn't say no to that.
San had handled the emergency well enough, Wooyoung admitted. He had meanwhile finished his fresh coffee peacefully and even toyed with the idea of opening a coffee shop for a moment. He served it with a wide smile, and bathed contentedly in the showery scent of your neck and the melody of your appreciative humming, as if you knew he made it for you, not the coffee machine.
Everything went smoothly on Thursday, they even finished faster than before. They were really practiced and coordinated. They had time to lie back down next to you and gently caress you into wakefulness.
Wooyoung enjoyed the week, and even if the thought of failing at some point occurred to him, he dismissed the idea. They were a good team, and so far they'd done a great job, making delicious coffees and putting big smiles on your face with their hot brews. If you'd mentioned the coffee smell, he'd have bought a coffee shower gel to explain it. He and San ran through many scenarios to prepare for possible danger. Two more days was not the end of the world.
Although, you seemed to want to bring the world to an end. You also wanted to have a cup of coffee on Friday afternoon.
“Since the coffee machine got fixed, the coffee tastes better. And I'm busy, I need to recharge,” you said.
Your boyfriends couldn't let you touch the machine. The minute you turn it on, they're busted, even though they've been so good at hiding San's screw-up. They had another quick look.
“How about we go to that coffee shop you always daydreams about?” Wooyoung suggested.
“Really?” You froze, a faint frown of thought appearing on your face. “But it's an expensive place.”
"We want to make you happy," San nodded. “It's worth every penny.”
And of course they would have gone to great lengths to make sure you didn't even look at the coffee machine for a few more days.
“Well, okay," you smiled in agreement.
Friday's panic situation had been well averted. Wooyoung now really thought they were on the straight and narrow, only one brewed coffee away from success.
Well, Wooyoung hadn't factored San's Saturday morning breakdown into his immediate future.
As usual, they divided the duties. San ground the coffee beans, and Wooyoung set the Bluetooth speaker at just the right angle to make sure you could hear the coffee machine sounds playing and soothe you half asleep.
“Woo…”
Wooyoung looked up. It was rare to see San like that. He was a strong mountain, straight and taut. But now he was hunched over the counter, looking powerless. His eyes radiated uncertainty.
“I think I am the bad boyfriend.”
“What?” Wooyoung tried to process the information as quickly as possible. “You? You're literally boyfriend material. If you were single, everyone would be fighting for you. Even though you're ours, Y/n and I have to be careful not to let them take you away from us.” Wooyoung stroked the back of San’s hand. “You're not a bad friend, Sanie. You're absolutely not.”
“I've been lying to Y/n for almost a week.”
“Because you don't want them to drink powdered coffee. You take care of them. You ordered quality coffee from some classy guy.” Wooyoung took over the grinder from him. “And you can tell them the truth in the afternoon, if you want. I don't think they'll be angry, they'll probably just laugh at us.”
San still pouted ruefully, but he no longer hunched forward so tragically.
“Go and cuddle them. I'll finish this.”
“Can you?”
“Of course I can.” Wooyoung pulled the bag of coffee beans in front of him and smiled encouragingly at the other. “You know, thanks to you, I became a coffee master.”
Before Wooyoung could concentrate on making your morning coffee, San pulled him close and planted a long, sloppy kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you.”
“It is the least I can do. Now go. And don't let our baby out of bed!”
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“Careful, careful," Wooyoung murmured as he handed you the mug. “It's hot. Very hot. Like your skin... hmm… let me lie back a bit.”
Wooyoung stretched out beside you, satisfied, once the coffee was safely in the palm of your hand. He rested his head against your waist and was about to look for a blanket that would hopefully preserve some body heat, but instead he got San himself as a blanket. He didn't complain.
“Gosh, the kitchen stone is so cold,” he whimpered.
“Well,” one of your hands went into his hair and gently massaged his scalp. “Next time, put on another layer of socks. Or don't go out. I can make my own coffee.”
“I wanted to be nice to you so you wouldn't leave me for this sexy guy behind me.”
While you giggled, San hugged Wooyoung even tighter, and the boy was reminded of how strong San is. And how much he loves it when he has time to spend the morning with the two of you.
“Oh, that can't happen. What would we do without you?” You stroked his cheek and San hummed in agreement.
What's for sure, at this point Wooyoung didn't feel like a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was proud that he could be here, that you both loved him.
“And thanks for the whipped cream, too, Woo.”
“You're welcome. I made it with love. I would have also put cinnamon on it, but I couldn't find any.”
"You must not have seen it from the bag of coffee beans," you said.
San's body tensed around Wooyoung. Wooyoung himself twitched.
“What?”
“The coffee bean bag. The one you hid as if it were a drug. A few days ago, it just covered up the cinnamon.”
San let Wooyoung go and sat up. He just blinked and waited for you to say something else. You didn't. You drank your coffee peacefully, your face smeared with whipped cream without a spoon to use.
“Don't look at me like that. I wasn't complaining about not liking it. In fact, you made it delicious.”
“You knew?” San was stunned. “Why didn't you tell us?”
“Because the coffee is delicious,” you drank some more. “And you've been very enthusiastic all week. I think you guys had fun too. Or am I wrong?”
“When did you find out?” Wooyoung asked, pulling his knees to his chest.
You frowned thoughtfully.
“I think it was Wednesday. Sannie got a call from the 'coffee guy'. I thought it was about the mechanic, so I picked it up while Sannie was getting dressed. The guy asked if I was happy with the merchandise and if I wanted to order another package. When I asked if he was talking about capsules, he hung up. I may or may not offended him.”
San crawled closer to you on the mattress. He took your face in the palm of his hand and kissed the whipped cream off. “I’m sorry.”
“I'm not mad. After all, you showed me that my boyfriends could make better coffee than my machine.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "However, I don't want you to spend every day sculpting in the kitchen to make me happy. I'd rather have you here with me and the coffee machine do my coffee.”
“That's what we want.” Wooyoung nodded, then leaned his head on your shoulder. He was very happy that you were not angry with them. Though he expected nothing less from your kind, loving heart. “And the coffee machine could be working tomorrow... If San didn't forget again.”
“Hey! This can't happen, I swear! I've been dreaming about this for two days. Even if I had amnesia, I couldn't forget it.”
“I believe you, big boy. I hope you haven't forgotten either that you promised me marathon hugs today.”
“Finish your coffee and you won't get away.” San nodded towards you, then looked at Wooyoung. He winked and smiled mischievously. “None of you will get away.”
For the record, Wooyung didn't intend to. It's well known that sometimes even the lovestruck coffee maker needs a break.

#gender neutral y/n#ateez x gn reader#fluff#woosan x reader#poly ateez x reader#poly ateez#ateez x reader#ateez san x reader#wooyoung x reader#ateez fluff#san x reader#wooyoung x san#poly kpop
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❛ i'm going to make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. ❜
Within the ecstatic ballet of adjustment, METAMORPHOSIS manifests as a poignant sonnet, weaving segments of dread and unbearable discomfort. Nascent tendrils of deterioration encompass the human heart, choreographing a concerto of excruciating agony that imprisons the senses – a malevolent march that constricts the soul to trembling remnants of PARANOIA and hellish urgency. The heart, erstwhile a resilient drummer of existence, falters in rhythm, diminishing until its final threnody reverberates within the body’s forsaken hollows.
Blood, once a fluorescent river of life's sustenance, transmutes into an acrid deluge, its essential purpose disintegrating into the ether as cell membranes tremor and twist in a grotesque tableau of decaying. The inhalations which embraced air’s luscious bounty collapse into MUTILATED fragments of despair; they scorch the pulmonary system with each burning exhalation as vitality wanes and yields. Human form, once abounded with supple warmth, undergoes an ALABASTER MORPHING – cutaneous calcifying to the semblance of archaic marble – a petrifying rebirth that crystallizes the spirit in perpetual gloom.
Excruciating screams emerge as she contorts; perceptions dimming and corporeal existence disintegrating. As reality’s fabric frays, the implications of this dismal reshaping unfurl like a nightmarish embroidery. The seething torment accompanying physical dissolution merely prefaces her incremental rise into an immortal realm—a disturbing resurgence anchoring her within an eternal penumbra. Nature itself appears to withdraw in horror from this catastrophe, lamenting both INNOCENCE’S DEMISE and the nascent existence of a timeless predator.
Progressively, she perceives her humanity dispelling; her intrinsic luminescence absorbed by encroaching darkness. Her hand vehemently seizes his own, her nails impaling his flesh in desperate search for connection, drawing sanguine drops from him. Consciousness slips from her tenuous grasp, extinguishing what frail embers remain of her mortal essence. As eyelids flit open to reveal eyes reminiscent of crimson jewels caressed by lunar fondness, she finds him before her; their glances meet and coordinate in sanguine allure. A freshly acquired awareness overwhelms her—an unquenchable thirst galvanizing every connective tissue with raw ardor. She aches for him entirely.
With a languid, sinuous movement, she presses her tongue over the newly acquired fangs that now adorn her ivory teeth, feeling the crispness of their tips with a sensation akin to the delicate kiss of a razor's edge. Her every movement exudes a strong magnetic pull, a siren's call that beckons the unsuspecting to her side with an irresistible force. Attraction emanates from her being, as if her very presence is a hypnotic melody that captivates all who dare to gaze upon her. “I am confident in your protection.” Whispers, her voice a tremulous breath suspended in the charged air.
“This new reality—its intensity confounds me, its power overwhelms me.” She contends with the tumultuous sea of emotions that accompany the staggering awakening to her new existence. Orihime's delicate digits glide over her alabaster complexion, now imbued with an ethereal glow, making her appear as a terrestrial incarnation of the moon's arcane splendor. “I find myself besieged by urges too potent to ignore.” Electricity dances across her frame, rapture and raw desire entwine within her as she moves closer and enfolds him in an enraptured embrace—their edges blurring into one. It's a kiss of profound passion and urgent need, as though she pleads with him to claim her. Her hand caresses his platinum locks as if taming chaos itself, and from barely parted lips slips a whisper—an invocation. “Make me yours, my lord.”
ETERNITY SHE EMBRANCED, TO BE WITH HIM. @estarion
#( — .:。✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#( — .:。✿*┆ BG3 VERSE: ACT III - IMORTAL EMBRANCED ❞ )#ooc; I'M DYING HERE OMG#tw: suggestive
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THINGS THEY DO AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS - NCT DREAM



pairing: bf!nctdream x gn!reader
word count: 0.6k
theme: fluff, established relationships
warnings: none?
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MARK ⋆ ★ taking pictures of you
Just looking at you makes his face hurt from smiling, eyes like cupids every time he sees you. The sight of you brings him all the positive emotions at once, so when you’re not there, the pictures are. Posed, natural, goofy, taken in secret, phone gallery, wallet, wallpaper, framed pictures in his room—you’re everywhere in every shape and form. Whatever it is, you’re always by his side, and that’s all he needs to make his heart explode with love.
RENJUN ⋆ ★ doing your chores
Cleaning your apartment, watering your plants, cooking, taking care of your pets—even the project you have for your school or job, he would research for you. All so you can have one free hour. Putting himself out, just for you to spend that one hour with him, safely wrapped in his arms, quietly chatting about all the abstract thoughts you have, feeling the warmth in your bodies and hearts as you spend your free time tangled in love.
JENO ⋆ ★ going out with you
It’s not a secret that Jeno doesn’t leave the house unless it’s an emergency. He loves his own space more than anything, but he loves it better with you. Biking through the city, taking walks in the park, shopping in your favorite shops, going to an arcade, a restaurant, a picnic, or any activity you’re up to, he will be there. He will let you take him to places he has never imagined going to, all for you. Jeno will do anything, as long as it’s with you, because everything is better by your side.
HAECHAN ⋆ ★ making you laugh
There is nothing like the sound of your laugh for him. Whether it’s quiet giggles or obnoxiously loud bursts of laughter, even a hint of a smile on your face makes Haechan the proudest man in this world. Messing up your hair, saying the stupidest nonsense ever, telling jokes that aren’t even that funny, tickling every part of your body until you desperately yell at him to stop. Every moment spent with him turns you both into the biggest children ever, and it’s just you, him, and the shared smiles and laughs.
JAEMIN ⋆ ★ asking about your day
It might seem like an obvious thing to do in a relationship, but to you, it means a lot more. Jaemin always asks about your day, allowing you to rant freely and get rid of all the negative emotions, or brag about the achievements of the day, exploring your feelings and thoughts, letting you understand yourself better and letting him learn about you more, strengthening the bond you share.
CHENLE ⋆ ★ taking you on trips
Whether it’s a one-day trip to a city nearby or a three-week-long trip overseas, whatever place you mention, he is already looking for attractions and a hotel to stay in. Chenle makes sure you see the beauty of the world, and seeing you happy makes him happy. Even if you complain about him spending too much money on you, to him, the smile on your face while exploring different places and cultures is worth much more.
JISUNG ⋆ ★ taking care of you on a tough day
Preparing a bath for you, washing and caressing your tired body as you slowly let go of all the stress and tension built up throughout the day, drying you, dressing you, even doing your skincare as you study his soft face features for the nth time. Then leading you to the kitchen to eat dinner together, and ending the day by watching your favorite show and relaxing in each other’s embrance. All done in silence, because all you need is each other’s presence to feel loved.
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