#herbeloved82

[tulinokkaelain]

9 BOOKS I PLAN TO READ IN 2025

Thank you for @rebel-revenant tagging me! <3

Will 2025 be the year that I manage to continue reading some unfinished book series? Please…I need to finish something. 😂 (Also planning to read Anne Rice, but I took this also as a challenge to list other things.)

1) The Lies of Locke Lamora - Scott Lynch

I started this book last year, but got distracted. But what I read was very good! Crime, plots, lies & Venice vibes!

2) Pääskytorni / The Tower of the Swallow (The Witcher) - Andrzej Sapkowski

I love the previous book (Baptism of Fire) in this series so much that I’ve listened to the audiobook three times instead of continuing the series. Help. I must do something about it. Reading in Finnish, since everybody I’ve ever talked to says the translation is better. And yes, it is very good!

3) System Collapse (The Murderbot Diaries) - Martha Wells

Murderbot my beloved. Haven't read the newest book yet.

4) Shadows Return (Nightrunner) - Lynn Flewelling

I’ve read the first three books in this series multiple times…they’re kinda my comfort books, I guess. I’ve had the entire series on my shelf for so so so long, yet I keep reading only the first three. Unhinged. This stops now.

5) Pienen hauen pyydystys / Fishing for the Little Pike - Juhani Karila

I’ve read this book before, but I need it in my life again. I can’t stop thinking about it. Weird small town vibes mixed with Finnish folklore. I’ve got a weakness for magical realism.

6) He Who Drowned the World (The Radiant Emperor) - Shelley Parker-Chan

Excited to read this second book, the first one was amazing!

7) Dune - Frank Herbert

“I’ll read the book before the second movie comes out.” - Me, 2021

Did I? No…

8) Fool's Fate (The Tawny Man) - Robin Hobb

Realm of the Elderlings books are all amazing. I love the characters and worldbuilding so much! I must finish it! This has been on hold for…three years. Truly, oops…..

9) Elolliset / Beasts of the Sea - Iida Turpeinen

I read very little historical fiction, but this debut novel comes highly recommended. “Approaching the subject of biodiversity through individual destinies, Beasts of the Sea is a story of grand human ambitions and the urge to resurrect what humankind, in its ignorance, has destroyed.” So, I’m ready to cry about sea cows, or something. (Looks like it will be published in English this year.)

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Tagging: Oh lord, I have a terrible social anxiety that tells me I’ll die from tagging people, but I’m being brave and tagging some people from my recent notes. So, don’t feel pressured, since I don’t know if you have any interest or have already been tagged. Aaaa!🙈🙈🙈 @herbeloved82 @berrybeeli @monstersinthecosmos @ladyvampir3 @joinmeindeathh and hey @vanitasmagoria

[deromanuscoven]

-𝘿𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝟮𝟰 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝟳 𝙈𝙖𝙮-

⚚𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯!⚚

We are pleased to announce that the dates for the event have been decided:

•♡𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 24 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘺 7.♡•

-The only rule, which you all know by now, is respect and love for Anne Rice's characters.

⚚𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘦'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴.

-𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘤….

-𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!

-𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

-𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴' 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.

-𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴!

-A very special and heartfelt thank you to @shittyravencarcosa and @herbeloved82 for preparing and working passionately on the prompts. Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for the prompts!

-Below are the prompts that will accompany us during the duration of the Festival:

[complicitsacrilege]

And yet... another fic. More Loustat for you! I wrote this one as a gift for @herbeloved82 and we decided to share the love with everyone!

Shameless post-Blood Communion book canon PWP 😈

I Love Myself, I Want You to Love Me

by VentrueDomination

[fenicenera83]

⸙We have reached the end of the event, heartfelt thanks to all those who participated, and they made us happy by giving us beautiful contents, which we missed a lot, on our precious favorite couple. The Marius/Armand appreciation week is over, but we remind you that the Marius de Romanus appreciation week will start on the 14th of August. We warn you that we are working on another blog, where we will keep all our events, and also the archive of all the work done in previous events. Marius' appreciation week will most likely be held on the new blog. Naturally we will put the necessary links to find us, so that all those who want to participate will be able to do so.

A very special thank you to:

@akab0mb,@bubblegumblackwood,@breakfastskies,@clairer4rt,@fofoqueirah,@faerywhimsy,@herbeloved82,@ladyvampir3,@shittyravencarcosa,@the-apostates-martyr,@this-writer-needs-coffee

We are waiting for you all for the Marius de Romanus appreciation week on 14 August!!

Art:@the-apostates-martyr

[queencestqueen]

Hey Queencesters!

In trying to revive my muse for my fanfictions, I have created a moderated collection on AO3. (Three guesses on the focus. Just kidding.)

I am tagging all the Queencesters that I know of. If you have written a Queencest (Oliver/Thea Queen) fanfiction and posted it on AO3, feel free to add it to the collection and I'll approve it ASAP.

Here's the link to the collection, if you are interested.

Tags: @unusual-raccoon, @herbeloved82, @incensuous, @edgeofthemultiverse, @kinshiped, @shipcestuous, @shipcestprompts, @shadoweddarkness1230 & @lovecest. Share if you know anyone who would like this.

[bitter-limelight]

@shittyravencarcosa @fenicenera83 @herbeloved82 @breakfast-skies

[deromanuscoven]

A very special and heartfelt thank you to @shittyravencarcosa and @herbeloved82 for preparing and working hard and carefully on the prompts. Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for the prompts!

Below are the prompts that will accompany us during the duration of the Festival:

[complicitsacrilege]

Aaaaand for Day 3 of the @deromanuscoven Halloween event, here’s our fic:

Memories of the Past

Written by @herbeloved82 and me!

Enjoy!

[knoepfchen]

not sleepy enough to give it up

Written for @herbeloved82 as part of the @theoldguardevents Gift Exchange 2020

You wanted Joe and Nicky, and you wanted NSFT, and so this... yeah, this is PWP. But it’s also the season for soft things, and so this has become altogether rather soft, which I hope is fine by you.

Title is from Mary Oliver’s I Don’t Want to Lose, which I thought was very fitting for them and this fic. Enjoy!

When Nicky comes back from the kitchen with his glass of water, Joe is still fast asleep, sprawled out on their bed. It’s dark in these early hours of the morning, but his body is washed in the warm glow of the lights Nile strung up on their window the day before.

I don’t want to lose a single thread

from the intricate brocade of this happiness.

I want to remember everything.

Which is why I’m lying awake, sleepy

but not sleepy enough to give it up.

Just now, a moment from years ago:

the early morning light, the deft, sweet

gesture of your hand

                         reaching for me.

At the time, Nicky frowned a little, but even Andy let her room undergo the 'Christmas treatment' and so he'd let her be. It’s not that they never celebrate Christmas, and he certainly wasn’t going to hamper Nile’s enthusiasm while she adjusted to living with them, but he didn’t quite see what constant illumination of their room was going to do to help them ‘get in the spirit.’

Now, though. Now the light splays over the muscles of Joe’s back, smooths into a shadow at the dip of his hip bone, directing Nicky’s gaze ever so gently to the curve of his ass, the little happy trail leading into his boxers. Oh, yes. Now, Nicky sees.

He leans against the doorframe and takes a sip of his water, thinking not for the first time how unbearably lucky he got all those years ago. Didn’t feel like it at the time, of course. But it’s rung true every time since, and not just because Joe is, what’s that expression Nile uses? Very easy on the eyes.

Joe makes a little snuffling sound and buries his head deeper into the pillow, the hand splayed out in front of him patting the bed in jerky little movements. And it shouldn’t be this endearing, is the thing, that Joe reaches for Nicky even in his sleep, takes less than five minutes to notice he’s gone. It’s not even new information to Nicky at this point, but he can’t help it. Even if Joe wasn’t the most beautiful man in the universe to him, Nicky would still feel that hopeless pull in moments like this, that warmth and longing coursing through his body that he knows will only go away once he’s snuggled up against Joe again.

He’s been standing in the doorway for too long. Nicky pads over to their bed, careful not to make too much noise, and sets his half-empty glass of water down on the nightstand. Slides back under the covers facing Joe, angling his cold feet away from Joe’s thighs where they’re still tucked up to fit against Nicky’s like they were made for it. The thought still makes him giddy sometimes.  

He should turn around, pull the blanket back up to shield them from the cold, but he can’t quite bring himself to look away from the warm swathes of light on Joe’s body yet. He’s beautiful in everything he wears, but never more so than wearing just this. As if sensing that Nicky is back, Joe reaches for his waist, still clumsy in his sleep. Tries to pull Nicky close once he gets his hand on him, nearly making Nicky topple from where he’s propped his head on his arm.

Nicky stifles a chuckle but it’s too late, Joe’s eyelids are already fluttering open. His hand tightens on Nicky’s hip and he’s blinking up at him with wide eyes.

“Babe, why are you staring at me?” His voice is scratchy with sleep and he looks so disoriented Nicky doesn’t know what to do with all the fondness welling in his chest.

“Babe?”

Joe shrugs with sluggish limbs. “It’s modern.”

“Just right for us, I see,” Nicky says, but he can’t help smiling, couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He wonders sometimes if he’d be half in love already, just at the sight of Joe’s curls if they met in an ordinary life, or if it would take until Joe smiled up at him. It can’t be much more than that, if the way the combination of both makes his throat constrict now.

Joe makes a little keening sound, tilts his head in the way that Nicky knows means he’s angling for a kiss. And who is Nicky to deny this man, well—anything, really.

He leans down to press his lips against Joe’s, the hand that’s not holding him up coming to slide over Joe’s torso, cupping his neck, his jaw. It’s a soft kiss, unhurried in the way kisses can only be when they’re traded early in the morning, without direction, to keep warm. There’s no intent behind it either, or at least there isn’t until Joe’s hand slides under Nicky’s t-shirt, holding him close as he turns onto his back, pulling Nicky on top of him. Doesn’t take much from there for the kiss to deepen, grow sloppy with spit and slack jaws as their lips slide against each other. Nicky pushes his tongue into Joe’s mouth once, twice, just to hear the sound Joe makes low in his throat. Feels his hot fingers dig into his back again, hips pushing against Nicky’s in a needy little roll.

Joe seems definitely interested in something more than kissing happening, but when Nicky pulls back to look at his face, his eyes are closed again, his breaths coming slow for all that they hitch when Nicky grinds down on him. Joe makes a growling sound at the loss of contact, his free hand sliding into Nicky’s hair and trying to pull him back down for more kisses. The warm light from the window has rendered Joe’s features both soft and steeped in shadow, and Nicky is smiling despite himself, he can’t help it.

“What do you want, my love?” He noses Joe’s jaw, and Joe’s hold on him grows firm for a moment, then melts back into a tight embrace.

“Just you,” Joe sighs, but his hips have begun rolling, the hard line of his dick pressing against Nicky’s hipbone over and over. It’s slow, and probably really ineffective, angle-wise, but it’s also seriously doing it for Nicky, is the thing. He presses his mouth to the side of Joe’s neck, just under his ear and presses an open-mouthed kiss there.

“Sorry, I should have specified. How do you want me?”

Joe’s sighs under Nicky’s mouth but only turns his head to nuzzle Nicky’s neck, which is nice but unhelpful.

Nicky kisses his neck again. “I’d ride you but I’m worried you’d fall back asleep while I open myself up for you.”

The sound Joe makes at that is more of a whine, the hand on Nicky’s lower back pulling him closer as he rocks up into his hip. “Nicky,” he growls, his voice deep with both sleep and arousal now, and Nicky can feel something hot pool low in his belly, “you can’t just say that and then not follow through.”

Nicky chuckles, but it sounds more like a breathless huff, even to him. “I’d also let you fuck my thighs, but the rhythm you’re setting is more that of a lullaby.”

“Hayati,” Joe complains, flicking his eyes open to glare at Nicky, but it’s ineffective, because then they’re kissing again, and this time they’re not even close to holding back.

“Much better,” Nicky gasps in between kisses, and he’s not sure if he means the term of endearment or the pick-up in pace, Joe’s tongue meeting his own now, Joe’s hands slowly roaming up and down Nicky’s back, sending shivers all over his body. God, but he loves this man.

“I don’t care how I’ll have you,” Joe pants when they’re both catching their breath, “I just want you. Need you.” He punctuates the last sentence with another roll of his hips, but while they were making out the angle changed, and his dick now slides against Nicky’s, separated only by their pyjama bottoms. Nicky hisses at the contact, the sensation travelling straight up his spine until he can feel it tingling at the bottom of his scalp. “Just want to be close to you. Feel your skin on mine.”

“I think we can do that,” Nicky says, and pushes himself up a little to help Joe where he’s pawing at the hem of his t-shirt. Pulls it over his head and drops it over the side of the bed, then dives back in to kiss Joe, slow and lingering, grinding their hips against each other. It’s a languid rhythm that has him almost mad with want in no time at all, Joe reaching down to push his hands into Nicky’s pants, cup his ass, pull him impossibly closer.  

“Touch me,” Nicky gasps, teeth catching on Joe’s lower lip. Joe does.

It’s a miracle, Nicky thinks, that it can still feel like this, after all these years, like it did the first time. All the words they've spoken, all the blows they’ve come to, all the times they’ve fucked each other senseless since. And every time anew, Nicky yearns for Joe’s touch, craves it, feels like he’ll combust if Joe doesn’t get his hands on him right then, right there.

They both wrestle with their pants, struggling them down their legs before kicking them off at the bottom of the bed, which takes longer than it should, but they can’t stop kissing, can’t stop touching each other now.

Joe has his hand around Nicky’s dick, stroking him with the same languid pace Nicky used to kiss him earlier. Makes a sound low in his throat when Nicky wraps his fingers around Joe's own length, and Nicky wants to drink him in, devour him.

“Sure you don’t want to fuck me?” he asks against Joe’s lips, both of them too uncoordinated by now to kiss properly.

“I would,” Joe says, and his eyes are a sight to behold, blown wide and glistening in the light, “but I don’t think I’d last.” He brings the hand he isn’t using to get Nicky off up to his neck and holds Nicky in place to press their foreheads together. “And you’d be a fool to think I’d let you get up now to get the lube when I’ve got you here, like this. So warm, so close. A feast for my eyes, and hands. Mine to touch and mine alone.”

He twists his wrist on the next upstroke and Nicky moans into his mouth. “Always so—hnngg—verbose. Even half asleep.”

“You love it,” Joe whispers, twisting his wrist again as he picks up the pace, and it’s all Nicky can do to hold on to his shoulder, his own strokes getting frantic.

“I do,” Nicky says, so low he’s surprised Joe even hears it, “love it. Love you. Very much.”

“I love you,” Joe says against his skin, “I love you even when you wake me in the middle of the night, I love you even when you’re being deliberately difficult, but I love you the most like this, making those sounds, and your hands, your h—” He cuts himself off, sucking air through his teeth, and Nicky knows he’s close, grips him a little tighter, speeds up. “Nicky, your hands,” Joe half-whispers, half-shouts and then he’s surging forward, kissing Nicky like he wants to drown himself in him, and comes all over Nicky’s hand.

Nicky hums in the back of his throat, stroking Joe through his come-down. His hand is sticky and slippery now, but he doesn’t care. All he feels is warm, and keyed-up, a coil in him strung so tightly he feels like he might be driven out of his body when Joe nips at his lip one final time. Picks up the pace with his hand and says: “That was so good, hayati, I’m going to fuck you so good later, hard and fast, just how you like it.” Nicky closes his eyes, and Joe kisses both of his cheeks. “Maybe in the shower so the others don’t hear you scream when you come,” and Nicky very nearly does just that when Joe twist his wrist around the head of his dick one final time. Has to muffle himself against Joe’s shoulder as his orgasm rolls over and out of him, riding it out against Joe’s body, his hand, his beautiful mouth on Nicky’s temple.

They lie like that for a while afterwards, just breathing against each other. Nicky can feel Joe’s heartbeat all over, and whenever he blinks his eyes open, he just sees their bodies entwined, awash in the golden glow from the lights in their window. Only when he hears Joe’s breathing even out again, on the verge of sleep himself, can he rouse himself to dig around for a tissue on his nightstand.

Joe makes an unhappy sound immediately, reaching for him, and Nicky rolls his eyes, chuckles, as he gives them both a perfunctory wipe down. Drops the tissues somewhere and lets Joe drape himself across his back, snake his arm around Nicky and hold him tight. Nicky sighs as Joe nuzzles into his neck, threads their fingers together and closes his eyes. He can just about press a kiss to Joe’s knuckles before sleep is already tugging at his eyelids.

He is warm. He is content. He is with the love of his long, long life.

And everywhere there is light.

[cooperwest-wtr]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Hale Additional Tags: Ableist Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Dark Summary: “Argent” was on the short list, had been for generations, since Eichen House had re-opened in the early 1950s as a “mental health institution”. If something went wrong, if one of the supernatural inmates escaped or just needed to be put down, someone called the Argents first.

For @herbeloved82!!! Hope you enjoy it!

[ateanalenn]

That moment when you don’t want to write the wips you already have active, and start a new doc with the vaaaaaaaaguest description.

[complicitsacrilege]

Thanks for the tag @the-vagabond-angel !!!

Behold the weird depressed queer in all its glory

Tagging: @isabellehemlock @teethingpains @coffeeworldsasaki @saintstars @herbeloved82 @shittyravencarcosa @the-apostates-martyr @fenicenera83 @breakfast-skies @akab0mb @mycupofstars @jurassic-cunt and I know I’m forgetting folks but I’m bad at remembering everyone’s handles 🥲 feel free to do the thing if you want to!!

Picrew Chain?!

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1235139

yo I've had this in my drafts for a month (That question mark and vacant expression aint for nothing) I'm baton-passing this to @arcaneseason3 to do the starter tags!

[xmenfcfanfic]

Hi, I'm not sure this is the right place, but I was wondering if you know someone or a blog, where is possible to find a Beta reader for a Cherik story. Thank you for your time

Hi there! Happy to post your ask for our readers, but we don’t know anyone off hand to direct you to for your beta request. I would suggest posting in the popular fandom tags as well to gauge interest :D

If anyone can help please reply to @herbeloved82 thanks!

[complicitsacrilege]

@herbeloved82 our stupid gay vampires 😈😈

[antikristvs]

Tagged by @resilivero 🖤

Rules: make a mood board about yourself, including the following types of images:

• a standout physical feature you have

• your favourite album

• your favourite type of plant

• something you've eaten/drank today

• a quote or text of your choosing

• your favourite type of weather

• an inanimate object in your favourite colour

• a subject to study

• your celebrity crush with a heart around them

I'm going to tag @lady-of-glass-and-bone , @soundofyourheartt , @herbeloved82 , @my-cemetery-eyes , @cinelitchick , @fresh-deadly-rosess and whoever else wants to steal this 😈

[deromanuscoven]

༯𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖚𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓༯

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝕬𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖑 24 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖞 8 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖆𝖞 9.

-IMPORTANT- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀: 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟭 - 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝟮𝟰 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟬𝟭 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟮 - 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟬𝟮 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟬𝟵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴.

-Important-𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 24 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘺 01.

-The poster for the second week of the event will be posted on the Coven blog on May 02, it will contain all the prompts for the second week of the event, until its conclusion.

-𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊, 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕬𝖓𝖓𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖊'𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘦'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴.

༯𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘤….

༯𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!-

༯𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

༯𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴' 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.

-𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴!

-A very special and heartfelt thank you to @shittyravencarcosa and @herbeloved82 for preparing and working passionately on the prompts. Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for the prompts.

-Below are the prompts that will accompany us during the duration of the Festival:

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 1༯ - Fuck like a God/Venus as a boy

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 2༯ - Lupanare/Little satyr god of the woods

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 3༯ - Quotation from "Blood & Gold"/ On the concept of resurection

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 4༯ - I want only love or death/Self improvement is masturbation

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 5༯ - Petit mort/Light of my life,fire of my loins, my sin,mysoul

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 6༯ - Floralia/Bed of roses and thorns

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 7༯ - Rose mouth/The ballad of blind love

༯𝖉𝖆𝖞 8༯ - Loved by the god of love/Cold like a statue, burning like fire