#ft. cerys

[msmelissalin]

if you had to walk into the room with everyone you've ever met, who would you go looking for first?

Dead: Cerys Rutherford. Alive: Gideon Rutherford.

mentions: @drrutherford

[ridaine]

A serious misunderstanding took place, but they're getting married now so it all worked out?

[hedonistiics]

starter for: @petalruined

pairing: brandon & cerys

they had dated for a while now and while brandon usually wasn't a patient or caring man, something about her made him want to be. they lay in his bed in the master bedroom at his lavish home, cerys naked beneath him. it was the first time they'd gotten this far and although he knew he should take it slow, brandon had reached a state where he could no longer control his urges. his cock slid back and forth through her pussy, the tip grazing her clit with every shallow thrust and a groan escaped him. attempting to control himself, his lips sucked on her lower one, his breathing heavy, "i can't wait any longer, baby." he'd never been more certain of anything in his life. even if she asked him to stop, he wouldn't be able to, his cock aching and drooling at the prospect of being inside her. "i have to put it in," brandon spoke through gritted teeth, moving his hand between them and beginning to guide his cock between towards her entrance.

[satinssheets]

Closed starter for @petalruined Based on x

Nathan Royal didn't date. With a demanding job and an even more demanding social calendar, he couldn't be bothered wasting what little free time he had left on flowers and wineing and dining women that he likely wouldn't even text the next day. And yet he'd arrived at Cerys door once again with a bouquet of roses in his hand, like a chump, hoping that date number four might finally win her over. The man hadn't worked this hard to get a girl since, well, ever, but though he wouldn't admit it he was still enjoying the time he spent with her. "Hey beautiful, we've got to hurry if we want to make the dinner reservation," he spoke, glancing at the time on his phone.

[hedonistiics]

the little whine he'd elicited from her lips when he asked her to get up, caused brandon's lips to quirk up ever so slightly. she was already needy for him, which in turn heightened his own arousal and made him impatient, a thread of restraint the only thing holding him back. "okay, i'll do it," he agreed and watched as her slender fingers unbuttoned her jeans, "you're doing so good, baby," he cooed as he reached up, running his fingers over the skin at her lower stomach, before gently tugging the fabric down. his umber colored eyes locked on hers, checking for signs of regret and when finding none, he leaned forwards and placed a kiss at the top of her thigh. deft fingers worked her jeans down her legs, more small kisses placed on every patch of skin he could get his lips on. when the fabric hung around her ankles brandon pulled back and looked up at her with adoration in his gaze, "i need you too, kitten." truer words had never been spoken from his lips. "now step out," he guided her with his hands hanging on her thighs, supporting her as his shoulders were. leaning back and thereby letting go of her, he worked the button and zipper of his own jeans. this time he didn't offer her an option to take them off, but rather pushed the material down his legs himself, raising himself slightly to get it past his thighs. leaving the pants hanging around his knees, brandon then kicked them away and leaned back in his seat, "get back here, baby girl."

the   sounds   that   fell   from   brandon's   lips   were   heaven   -   sent,   each   noise   he   made   only   made   her   question   why   he   was   really   with   her.   how   someone   she   viewed   as   an   angel,   god's   gift,   could   ever   want   anything   to   do   with   her.   there's   a   small   rejection,   her   chest   caving   as   he   adjusted   her   position.   cerys   gave   a   small   whine   of   disapproval   as   she   parted   from   him,   standing   on   shaky   legs.         ❛   can   you   do   it   ?   ❜         she   unbuttoned   her   jeans   slowly,   with   fingers   that   trembled   beneath   his   gaze.         ❛   i   want   you   to,   i   think.   ❜         her   hands   pause   their   movements   to   rest   on   his   shoulders   once   more,   adjusting   her   stance   to   alleviate   the   ache   at   her   core,   with   how   drenched   her   panties   were.         ❛   need   you   so   bad,   baby.   ❜

[quacaserous]

🕊️ hey, little songbird, you got something fine

you'd shine like a diamond down in the mine

and the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose

seeing as you've got nothing to lose

and i could use a canary

—

HIHI have a gort warmup sketch before i move on to working on requests :) ft. my wildshaped rogue/druid durge cerys… i think about them always

[cinnamonmoth-t]

How does rolan get anything done with 4 idiots distracting him

Ft. @calboi-creates oc, Cerys, you should check out their account they are so cool

[cerislabnotes]

Researchers Note 271- Journey's End

I came to a conclusion today that's not going to be popular among the community, so it can live in here. Some people don't want the end to come. I mean, the upkeep never stops. But there are people who don't want the transformation to stop. Like… well let me use an example.

We had a patient today, nearing the end of her treatment. This is where you don't need the machine anymore, as your body has learned to self-edit. You just keep up with your injections or gels and you're good to go for the rest of your life. Added, the building is only so big. Some of our late-stage patients, especially dragons, tend to struggle to get through. We built a larger wing with the TheranSMD that's only for late stages, so it was easier to get these patients in, but even then. Full-size dragons, bears, and even some of the birds are huuuuge.

So, we have this dragon patient, Blue, on one of her last appointments with us in the radiation lab. This patient chose to go to, and I do not like this term, ferality. She's on all fours, losing the ability to communicate, and is very animalistic, if not heavily focused on the people around her.

Oh, and she's 10 ft tall. (At some point, I'll detail how we handle out-of-control patients since.. yknow, they can get so overpowering of the average staff)

While we set up the machine, I did my best to have light conversation with her. And it was all the usual pleasantries until she said something that stopped everything in my head. Strung out, very low pitched and slow, as if she had to think of every word,

"Ceri... I.. doon't... waant.. thiiisss... to... be... over..." What does she mean? These treatments are painful; the whole process is excruciating. I was almost frozen, staring into her eye as she lay on the table.

"But you'll get to live your life as you always wanted to, with no more doctors; or human issues! It's just the beginning of a very long, exciting life Blue."

She closed her eye, and a tear rolled out it. Aside from my tremor, I stayed frozen, staring at her.

"Buuuut... the... ... the... jouuurney... is... is oooover."

I stared at her for a second, blinked, and just, did what you have to do. You know?... I gave her a hug across her neck, told her it's not the end, and talked about the future, not the past.

Her treatment went well. I told her "one more!" and she gave me a big winghug, and stamped out the door.

Do we get so wrapped up in the journey that we stop thinking about the end? Do some of these beings do this just for it? Or, was Blue just mourning the past, and I'm reading too deep into this...

...

I'm getting close to my decision point. Whatever the decision, the journey comes to an end. And I think I'm okay with that. I'm more 'me' than I've ever been.

Hopefully Blue is, too.

-Ceri

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Planar Tears C16 snippet while I work on finishing the chapter! <3 ft Catrin and Rolan dancing at the tiefling party. (frankly epic proportions of self-indulgence given my love of a good ceilidh, and you WILL NOT STOP me. Catrin loves ceilidhs too because I said so.)

Rolan and Catrin arrive back at their places just as the music starts up, Alfira’s lute a little drowned by the enthusiastic whistle and the rustle of sixteen dancers’ worth of trousers and sleeves.

His first steps in time with the rhythm are hesitant, body dragging with the weight of self-consciousness. In to her - out again - then it’s her turn, and she moves with the beat much more easily, her steps springing as if simply moving backwards and forwards was an exciting feeling all on its own.

Maybe it is. As she draws close, a certain mischief twitches in her grin; then she bounds back again, and grabs Cerys’s hand to drag them into a circle.

‘Didn’t expect to see you dancing,’ Cerys comments, yanking a rather tipsy Dammon back in the other direction.

‘Well, we can all afford a little fun after yesterday,’ Rolan says indulgently, trying to preserve his dignity as Dammon jerks him along in the disintegrating circle.

Catrin laughs, but he doesn’t think she even heard. She simply looks happy. Her smile glows happier still as they join hands again, warming his insides more than the wine is.

[cericreatively]

Hello World!

It's your girl, Ceri !

So, time to introduce myself!!

❀ Ceri

❀ She/Her

❀ College student trying her best to make art and stories (especially inspired by media she likes)

Interests include the following:

❀ Animated media (especially films)

❀ Books (especially fantasy and YA)

❀ Web media (some certain webcomics and original webseries on youtube, you could say)

Current interest/s: d,,, da,,, dangitgrandpa-

Also posting art on IG under the name ceri._.creative

Anyways, here's also a little Meet The Artist thing I also posted over on my IG !!! (ft. my own persona and some extra bits of info!!)

Really hope the quality doesn't get crunched here, but well, here's another art thing I did

This blog may or may not be under construction, so expect mostly reblogged posts for now until I eventually get around to posting art -- and maybe spilling oc lore as well, and becoming more comfortable about expanding upon my introduction and stuff.

Anyways, welcome to my blog!

[the-witching-ash]

Niche questions for Gwyneth?

an ask game ft niche questions i don’t see v often

send me a character and i’ll tell you...

a song that reminds me of them:

what they smell like: vanilla

an otp: Gwyneth/The Doctor

a notp: Gwyneth/The Master

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Jack, Donna, companions

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: n/a

the position they sleep in: either on her side clutching a pillow or with her head on The Doctor’s chest. 🥺

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: (Carys, Cassiopeia, Ceri or Rose? 🥺)

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: Her outfit from Boom Town!

[hedonistiics]

— STARTER FOR » @petalruined — CHARACTER » brandon everett. 45 - 50. business owner / drug trafficer. jon bernthal fc.

they were out on a date, like most couples tended to do. not that brandon had much experience with dates, but he tried his hardest for cerys to be a good boyfriend. that included asking her out to do mundane things such as taking a walk along the beach and eating ice cream. he'd gone to grab them a couple of scoops at a nearby shop, but when returning and seeing his girl sitting on the sand visibly shaken up, brandon dropped the cups of ice cream on the sand, and rushed towards her, to place his hands on the sides of her face, forcing her gaze up at him. "baby, what's wrong?" he asked, checking her face and body for injuries, before searching her face for answers.

[tillinghastcorporatemedia]

Flashing Lights and Vivid Living. (Trying something new, there will be more than text)

“C'mon Paris, puhhhh-leeeaassse can we go? I need someone to go with me.” Artemis slithers the words upwards and out of her mouth. Paris rolls her eyes, knowing full well that Arty will just pout until she agrees. “Can we at least invite Cerys too? I always hate how we run into people that you don't wanna talk to. Most people think she's scary.” Artemis laughs. “Cerys is the least scary being on the planet.” “You know you say that, but people still will avoid her. However, you listen to her more than you listen to me.” Paris sighs at the last part, which Artemis shakes her head in agreement. “By the way where is this being hosted at anyway? I haven't seen any vids from Daxkel in a couple of weeks.” “Apparently he's premiering some new music no one has heard yet. Xendelne got me the tickets after I gave him the hookups on some knockoff clothing the other day.” Paris sighs again, knowing that Artemis was using the fact that she's a very big Daxkel fan. After an outfit change and a few calls off of Artemis's comms, and they were on their way.

After about 6 fengs, they arrive near the harbor on the east of the city. “Dammit Artemis, it's in the docks? Please don't tell me it's in some sketchy building.” Artemis giggles, “Wouldn't that be a fun surprise?” she replies with a wink. After about 35 nillets Paris asks Artemis if she knows where she's going. “Yes, but I think we got turned around.” “Well Gallvdrialle be dammed.” Paris takes a look around. On her right she can see a light flickering slightly in the distance.

“Let's go this way.” After taking the lead, Paris slowly starts to hear voices seemingly wrapping around the buildings. “So this isn't a party in an abandoned warehouse?” Paris asks. “Nope, I was just messing with you, you'll love it when you see it.” And in that moment is when Paris is met with a wondrous vision of lights and noises.

Before her laid a runway, with bisecting stages that sprouted off the entire length. The runway was covered with lights flashing about as if some sort of trance, following a pre-guided tour of the entire area, as if highlighting the architecture's bounds with the intensity of a newborn star.

That's when she realized Artemis had made this a surprise for her. They were ushered to seats right along the edge of the runway near the end. The seat themselves were positioned almost right next to what looked like a small interplanetary ship model with pulsating colors. Illuminated under those colors so bright, was Daxkel. If one was not from KVrXlT-237 Alphaes you may not know or understand of the artist. However for those in most if not all in the major sections of the city were all falling in love with the newest musician, a stankpop musician originally named Draynor. After rising to fame from some widely talked about shows in the local scene, he was catapulted into the limelight after a local celebrity recommended his album on a talk show instead of his latest venture. Much to the chagrin of his PR team. However, the most astute of those in the local scene were already very familiar, and one of the earliest adopters of the new wave of music was Paris herself. Of course she was too nervous to attempt to speak with him, she definitely was paying more attention to him than she was to the fashion revue happening before her. Artemis was having a blast, knowing Xendelne was somewhere as well.

Xendelne had the amazing ability to sneak into fashion shows to promote his projects. It was simple really, buy some knockoffs, put on a small slip or sticker with a fake brand, make a fake comsite, and poof, started appearing in photos and vids trying to rub elbows with the more famous denizens.

Paris turns over to Artemis to say something, and notices she's waving to someone in the crowd. Xendelne walks over, kisses Artemis on the left cheek, then the right, to which she repeats. He then whispers something in her ears, to which she replies and winks at Paris. Much to Paris' dismay, Artemis won't even give her a hint as to what was said until she see Xendelne walk over the musician's area, tap Daxkel on the shoulder, makes a few hand gestures, and leaves. Paris gets a bit sulky when she's asks Artemis what is going on and Artemis replies “We're going to a bar afterwards.” after another 2 wodens, they begin to pack up and leave, making their way to the bar, luckily for the duo, Paris got directions to the bar before they left.

Upon arrival, They see Xendelne wave and Artemis walk over. Paris heads to the bar to get what ever cheap drink is available. On her way back she notices someone standing at the bar with Artemis. Rolling her eyes, she slowly walks up to introduce herself as she takes a large drink. “Hello, I'm Paris, I'm Artemis's roommate. Who're you?” Still not quite paying attention, the person introduces himself. “My name's Draynor, lovely to meet you.” It was in this moment that Paris nearly spit her drink out in realization as this person holding her hand was Daxkel. Not someone doing an imitation or cosplay. But Daxkel himself. Her mind all of a sudden is racing, her heart pounding harder than she's ever experienced. “Pleased to finally meet you, I'm a gigantic fan actually.” Paris stammers out, barely able to speak over the music playing. “Oh really?” Draynor asks, one of his eyebrows raising almost comically. “Oh yeah she used to drag me to all of your shows back in the factory district back when you played in some terrible local bravegrater band.” Paris blushes, “Shut up Artemis, they were a good band.” Draynor chortles, “Oh wow! You though we were any good? I think you're one the few people i've ever heard say that. Sadly the bravegrater movement didn't really gain much fandom. We were making some weird stuff. It wasn't too surprising.” Paris blushes again. “So Paris, what was your favorite show of mine?” “umm, there was one time where you played a free show and got busted by the noise compliance squad because the crowd got too loud. Some fans of yours helped you move your stuff quickly and you ended up playing the rest of the show to like 20 people in a giant drainage section over by the Steel District.” This time, it's Draynor who blushes, as that show was one of his really early ones where he had been discouraged by as there wasn't very much turnout after the initial complaint was filed. “I actually really appreciate that Paris.” In that moment Paris wanted to scream and slowly melt into a puddle of gelatinous goo on the floor, but somehow managed to squeak out a thank you. “Look at the time though, my manager would kill me if I don't get back to the hotel soon. This was a last minute booking in the middle of some new stuff I wish I could tell you more about.” Everyone gets in a quick round of goodbyes, and Daxkel disappears. After a few more drinks, Xendelne pays the tab and leaves with Paris and Artemis. After a very long and slightly confusing walk for the three, they make their way back to the apartment, Paris telling Xendelne that he can sleep on the couch. After finally getting Artemis to bed, Paris lays down and reflects on the days events, still energized by meeting Daxkel. However sleep consumes her quickly, leaving her of dreams that vividly replay.

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

--- Cerys and Aine are both 5 ft even and both are pretty strong. Though Cerys doesn't have inhuman strength, she DOES have muscles and thunder thighs to crack watermelons with.

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 8. March 17. Summit Perry’s Peak, Lee Stocking Island

We summited Perry’s Peak!

At 127 feet high, it is one of the tallest hills in the Exumas. No base camp, no Oxygen bottles, no Sherpas. We just powered through in a single climb. The photo above is looking down the south side of the bank towards the settlement of Barretarre, Great Exuma. Our boat, Sea Breeze is in the far right of the frame.

Still floating!

Something you always check on after leaving your boat or dinghy. Is it still anchored in the same spot? Is it still floating? Get around the next hill or bend in the trail, and check again.

This is a view looking north on Lee Stocking Island, down island.

Nancy and I on the summit of Perry’s Peak.

Nancy is hiking back downhill, the view is towards the west. The tug and barge are on the horizon at the far left. Norman’s Pond Cay is at the horizon far right.

Sunrise at Lee Stocking Island, with Adventure Crews, YouTubers in the foreground. There had been a solo sailor leaving the anchorage this morning. His anchor was dragging in the water to wash off the sand. But being solo he forgot to raise and secure it. I hailed him multiple times with no answer. Cole from AdventureCrews YouTube channel explained, the guy leaving was a solo sailor and probably busy. I told Cole we had a photo of his boat at sunrise. So he said he would stop by later. He asked, “Which Catamaran are you on?”

Nancy and I laughed while I worked up the reply, “Sorry Cole, we are on the monohull directly astern of you”.

Our mentor Capt. Bill Cullen had met these new YouTubers when they first started out in Boca Grande, Fl. Small world!

So Cole and their dog, Dixie, stopped by for a chat on the way to the beach. Dixie is kind enough to only use the beach for her business.

I was able to raise the solo sailor before he got in the “Rage” at Adderly Cut with 5-7 ft. standing waves, while his anchor was swinging under the boat.

Safe travels, “Kojones”. ( means: Captain, Great, or Graceful)

Before we summited, I used an electric cutting wheel to cut off the top of the heavy conch to make a horn.

A distinctive land snail found throughout much of the Caribbean is Cerion. The genus name comes from the Latin “ceri-“ meaning “wax”, in reference to the beehive shape of shells in mid-ontogeny. These are thick on tree trunks on many islands but not very abundant on others. Originally in the Florida Keys, only Indian Key had populations of these. They have made their way to Key Largo and other islands of the Florida Keys now.

This is another tree snail on the island, sticking to the roots of an invasive Australian Pine.

There are groups of muzzles along the beach. Sorry Nancy they are only along about 3/8” long and not worth eating.

All along the beach, are Conch shells that were discarded after breaking a hole in the top and cutting the Conch out of the shell.

Here are old conch that have been on the rocks for years. They have turned black over the years. Now just part of the landscape.

Our dinghy floating off shore with two anchors holding it secure.

Unfortunately some thoughtless cruiser, left old conch shells on the beach where people land their inflatable dinghies and walk barefoot. Pulled these two conch up and threw them back in the bush line.

View while laying on a palm frond on the beach waiting for Nancy to come back from her “walk-about”. Yes I checked, no coconuts ready to fall.

She brought me back a live Scotch Bonnet. After a quick photo she returned it back to the ocean. Having helped release whales and porpoises into the ocean. I like to say, “That I have friends who live in the ocean”. This is a small friend, but still a friend. The Scotch bonnet, scientific name Semicassis granulata, is a medium-sized to large species of sea snail, a marine gastropod mollusk in the subfamily Cassinae, the helmet shells and bonnet shells. The common name "Scotch bonnet" alludes to the general outline and color pattern of the shell, which vaguely resemble a tam o' shanter, a traditional Scottish bonnet or cap.

Nancy had crossed the island by trail, this is the beach looking south.

This is the Lee Stocking beach looking north.

Picture perfect end to the day. Nancy fixed pan seared filet mignon, mashed potatoes and the last of the salad. Sounding the Conch while the sun sets. Another sailor answers back with their Conch horn.

S/V Sea Breeze, Lee Stocking Island, Exuma, Bahama.

[celtigaar]

CRYING LIKE CASSANDRA

helaena targaryen & cerys celtigar ( ft. @edrurysz )

time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me