#i hope you like it!!!! :)

[mjfass]

Commisioned work for @yunatheautumnwitch

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

I cannot think of a title beyond "get kidnapped idiot" because my brain is not firing on all cylinders today. Anyway have a Tim!

Version without lighting underneath incase you want just a tied up n beat up Tim

[graedari]

My gift for @ririrules60 for the Fugue Feast hosted by the lovelies at @dishonoredgiftexchange. I chose their prompt of wanting to see the dynamic of High Chaos!Daud and Low Chaos!Corvo

[TUMBLR CRUNCHED HER SO PLEASE OPEN IN ANOTHER TAB OR SAVE ON MOBILE TO SEE FULL RESOLUTION]

[moltensunlight]

Realm of the Departed

Character design belongs to @absolutelynotsanebaby

Artfight attack inbound!! >:) I love Ms. Departed's design so so much, and I was super excited to try and capture that otherworldly feeling they have! I hope I did them justice!!

[goodoldfashionednerd]

I can't believe I haven't seen this before, this format was made for them

[kingslionheart]

Those Whom the Gods Love Die Young

In the aftermath of Pritteuuella's massacre, Uhtred takes over his familiar role of Alfred's oathman, dealing carefully with the king's grief for the loss of an angelic girl. Yet loyalty cannot heal every wound, and perhaps neither can love—but it might just soothe the sting, if only for a moment.

Word count: 3595

HELLO!! this is basically a fix-it (sort of) from the chapter "The Gift of God" in Uhtred's Feast by Bernard Cornwell. The book is not clear about the timeline in which it takes place, but technically it should be at some point towards the final episodes of season 2 :D

[fcthots]

need rough brat tamer!jason i’m foaming at the mouth clawing my walls

I WAS READING YOU STUFF LITERALLY EARLIER. THIS IS LIKE HAVING A MINI CELEB IN MY INBOX. OMG HI.

You’ve been having a rough day, and it’s sort of your fault for being snappy with Jason, but in your defense he said you could be mean to him if you needed someone to be mean to. You’ve got a lot of pent up frustration and don’t know what to do with it. Jason says he has an idea. He says you’re only gonna cum one time all night, and he’s gonna make it count.

He leaves his Red Hood helmet on and makes you open yourself up for him while he watches. Once your close he gets up, grabs your hands, and holds them above your head.

“Don’t be a brat, princess. You’re gonna cum on my cock or not at all. Do that again and I’ll get you so close as many times as I want but I won’t give it to you. Understood?” You nod your head. “I wanna hear you say ‘yes, sir.’”

You don’t want to, just for the fun of it. You wanna see him get mad. You shake your head.

His voice modulator only makes you want him more. “Looks like we’ll have to fix that.” You can’t help the way you moan at that. He puts you on all fours and spanks you until you know you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.

And if you still don’t say it? Well, he’ll just have to get you close and then take it away over and over again until you’re begging.

[runawaymun]

Kita looked down where their hands met, then up at Moriah. “I know you and Ipati aren’t— but— have you ever liked anyone? I’m just admittedly curious.”  It truly was a personal question this time and that came as a surprise to Moriah. She answered, “No. No, I’ve…” It was her turn now to look away, down at her hands “…Never met a man who interests me in those regards.” Kita leaned forward. “But…there are so many more kinds of people than just men.” 

not the scene pictured, but I do love this little section of dialogue so I'm tacking it on anyway :) Merry Christmas, @the-commonplace-book!!!! Thank you for being the best writing partner anyone could ever ask for (and the best platonic partner, too!!) Here, we finally have a drawing of Kita and Moriah! :D

Kita and Moriah are OCs from the sci fi series the two of us are working on. Kita (left) is a pythia from the planet Thol. Moriah is the queen of Ceres. We had no idea these two would hit it off so well when we put them in a room together but, uh, here we are.

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS 🌈

[notgrungybitchin]

Fic: I Need My Love To Be Here

My @beatleskinkmeme Secret Santa gift for @merseydreams. Merry Christmas!

For this kink meme prompt:

John gets panic attacks before going on stage sometimes and Paul is the only one who can help him. After the break-up, John gets a panic attack at the Grammys, Paul is there and helps him and they reconnect.

@merseydreams I hope you like it and that you've had a wonderful holiday. And thank you so much @theoldmixer and @heybulldogs for running the gift exchange!

[feyhunter78]

Hiii would you be able to do hcs for Elrond on his wedding day? I just went to a wedding tonight and I’m feeling very 💓 at the thought of him just being so happy and in love while preparing to spend the rest of his life with his s/o skdjsksk thanks so much!!

I'm so glad you had a good time at that wedding anon, I loveee weddings!!!! Here's my take on your request!

Elrond Wedding HCs

A wedding is a big deal for Elrond. To have found someone he wishes to spend his life with, who accepts and cares for him to such depth that they are willing to bind their soul to his, is something he’s longed for since he was a child.

He loves love and loves the idea of having someone by his side forever. He’s been left so many times and the fact that you’ve stayed, despite all the obstacles, no matter what happened, he’s just so grateful.

Of course, you’re grateful, too. Elrond is a wonderful partner who cares so deeply for you, and when he asked you to marry him, it was such an easy choice. You loved him with your whole being, and knew he felt the same.

You honestly don’t do much of the planning, Elrond is so on top of it. Of course, he’s always asking for your opinion, but he gets so “in the zone” that you really only have to focus on what you want to wear. This at first was a little odd to you, but you were so busy with your own work that you didn’t mind. If Elrond wanted to do it, then you were going to let him.

He just wants everything to be perfect for you, and honestly wears himself a bit thin. So, you end up having to pull him aside and remind him that you are more than capable of helping—that you would love to help, and that you want him to be able to enjoy the wedding as well.

He finally relents and you both spend time together planning, looking at flowers, tasting cakes, and just generally enjoying each other’s company. It’s these little things that made him fall in love with you, and it’s his dedication to your happiness that made it so easy for you to say yes to him.

Celebrimbor definitely made y’all’s rings, and he helped Elrond figure out what he’s going to wear. It’s an adorable sight to see your future husband so dazzled over (one of) his hero(es) so invested in your wedding. Elrond is taken so aback by how much the other people in his life want to be involved.

Speaking of outfits, dress, pantsuit, robe, whatever you wear, Elrond is going to cry. He already thinks you look absolutely beautiful even when you’re a complete mess, so seeing you all dressed up, walking towards him with such a radiant smile on your face? He can’t wipe the tears away fast enough. You end up having to do it for him, which makes him fall even deeper in love with you.

He's just so happy to have you, he could get married in the ruins of Mordor and still be the most joyful being in Middle Earth. And obviously that didn’t happen, you got married in Lindon in a beautiful ceremony that Gil-galad officiated, surrounded by your friends and family. It was a whirlwind and of course some drama occurred, but as long as you’re there holding his hand, Elrond is content.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

[jayparked]

I may not have followed you for the longest time but I LOVE your writing and you definitely deserve the 1k, congrats!

Also can i request 75. With Jungwon?

thank you so much lovely 🥺🫶 i appreciate you so much!

i technically wrote a drabble already for jungwon with this prompt! here's the link! sorry i didn't realize this earlier!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Soooooooooooo may i request a Pyrops candelaria?😳💖 (latin because it's more specific to search it up, which i recommend if you by any chance don't know it.. there are a lot of different lanternflys but this one is just a funky looking little creature with it's snout)

Pyrops Candelaria - ref. image

This funky little dude was a though cookie to crack - THANK YOU. I love him!

(i'm not sure why the colours are a bit weird here, probably cus artificial light? oh well)

[oddfable]

Matchup trade for @sugutoad

Attack on Titan Matchup~

I ship you with... YMIR!!!!

Not gonna lie, this was a close call. I was STUCK between two characters to pair you with, and ultimately it came down to who I believe would be more your “type” (Erwin) VS who could meet both your emotional needs (Ymir).

On the surface, Ymir comes off as rather self-centered and harsh. She doesn’t hold back on critiquing others, and the language she uses can make it feel like she is verbally attacking you. Deep down, however, Ymir is an incredibly caring person. While her delivery may lack tact, her goal of pushing others to be true and honest with themselves is genuine. Having once lived a lie for the sake of others, she wishes to save others from suffering the life she once had.

Perhaps in the beginning you'd feel slighted by her clumsy attempts at getting you to be less self-conscious. However, after growing closer and getting to know her better, I feel you would take her words less at face value and more for what they are meant to be. She would help you become more confident, and not be afraid to speak up for yourself. In turn I feel like you can help Ymir to be just a tad bit gentler with others. Just a bit.

(Also, we're just gonna ignore the fact that she's living on borrowed time and pretend she gets to live a long healthy life)

Runner-up: Erwin Smith

How you met

It was mere coincidence you two crossed paths. You had been relaxing on the patio of a tearoom, minding your own business, lost in a book. The weather was nice: sunny sky with a few clouds floating by, a cool breeze offering a reprieve of fresh air. A far-off commotion caught your interest for just a moment, before disinterest had you returning to the world recorded in black ink on creamy pages. The loud screech of a chair scrapping on cement startled you into high alert, and you looked up to find a hooded woman hunched over the other side of the table with her back to the road.

“No one’s sitting here, right?” She asks, shooting you a smile. It’s a bit of a redundant question now that she’s seated next to you. Shock briefly robs you of voice, and unable to answer any other way you simply shake your head no.

“Great!” The mysterious woman chirps, resting her cheek on her fist. Without missing a beat, she asks, “What’cha reading?” You were hesitant to answer at first. You didn’t know this woman, and to be quite frank, she was giving off shady vibes. But the politeness your parents instilled in you kicked in, and you politely answered her.

The rest of the evening passed like that, the mysterious woman pelting you with question after question. The mood shifted from awkward and tense to more relaxed and natural. You fall into a spiel where you go on and on about your thoughts on the characters, your input on the events happening in the story, and your own predictions for what is yet to come. Where once the woman was poking and probing at your thoughts with a seeming purpose, she now does it out of genuine interest and curiosity.

You two were so caught up in your own little world you missed the group of law enforcement barreling down the road in search of your mysterious new friend. It wasn’t until the sun was setting and you realized how long you’d been out that you two parted ways. You found yourself crossing paths with her numerous times after that. Too many to be coincidence, if you were completely honest with yourself. And every time you crossed paths, the two of you would wind up back at that tearoom, chatting the day away. Eventually you learned her name is Ymir.

Confession

Ymir has always been forward, though her feelings were never quite framed as serious. Up until now, you’d always take her declarations of devotion and intentions to marry as a joke.

It wasn’t until she followed you into the scouts, graduating from training and joining the Survey Corp, that she genuinely confessed her feelings to you. You two had wandered away from the mess hall into one of the woodsier areas of the training grounds.

Ymir seemed to be a bit more in her head than usual, but she responded in her usual way of teasing you with dry quips and sarcastic jokes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

It wasn’t until you two came across a clearing that a different kind of tension developed. The dark sky was decorated with a splattering of diamond-esque stars, so deep and vast you almost feel you could fall right in. You’re staring up into the sky, mesmerized by the sight, when out of the blue you hear “I love you.” Three simple little words, ones you’ve heard from Ymir before on multiple occasions. And yet this time it feels different. There isn’t the same levity to it, no out given to brush it off as Ymir just “being Ymir”.

 Slowly you turn you head and find her staring right at you, a strangely soft look in her eyes. One that makes your stomach knot, a million butterflies fluttering about in nervous frenzy. Ymir repeats herself, voice gentle and sincere. In this moment you know she is vulnerable, being completely honest with both you and herself.

And so, you answer in kind: “I love you too.”

Headcanons

Ymir loves it when you go on one of your rambling tirades. Sometimes, she’ll bring up a random topic and try to start a debate just so she can stare at you lovingly while you go on and on. Occasionally she’ll make a quip or a tease in the middle of what you’re saying, or make a counter argument, just to make sure you don’t run out of steam.

She HAAATTEESSS that you hesitate to ask for something you want or need, and that you fear being seen as selfish for it. Ymir is all about being true to one’s self and not holding back from even the most selfish of desires. If she notices you hesitating to speak up on something you need, she’ll call you out and then ask for it in your stead.  

Ymir shares your love language of physical touch, and she gives such signs of affection to you freely. Even before becoming “official”, Ymir would often sling an arm around your shoulders and press you nice and snug against her side. Hugs and kisses are also given freely. She is a HUGE cuddler. When sleeping, she'll wrap herself around you like an octopus an act like a second blanket. Sometimes she'll murmur in her sleep, and you'll be giggling all night at the imaginary arguments she has in her dreams.

3 Ship Tropes

Sarcastic bastard with a heart of gold (Ymir) x Shy sweet pea (You)

“I will die for you” (Ymir) x “I will not let you die, I will not let myself die, we will survive at any cost” (you)

Friends to lovers

Family & Children

Ymir strikes me as something of a fence-sitter who leans more towards being child free. Despite her inner caring nature, Ymir's previous life as a false descendant of “Goddess Ymir” would make her hesitant to take up something as important as raising a child. A lot of self-sacrifice and giving needs to go into it child-rearing, both of which would make Ymir grow nervous and antsy. It would take someone special to get her thinking about having little tots of her own.

Ultimately, I believe Ymir would feel safe and comfortable enough with you to give in to the call to parenthood.

Initially you both intended to adopt only one child. However, after coming across a small group of ragtag siblings, you and Ymir fell in love with the little trio. Not having the heart to separate them, you and Ymir took all three into your home and raised them as your own.

Joanne Lee: A curious girl with wavy dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. She is the oldest of the siblings, and a bit of a know-it-all book worm. She can go on for hours and hours, asking silly questions and reciting interesting trivia she learned in school or from books. Joanne takes her role as the oldest sibling very seriously. She prides herself as something of a leader for the other two, a role model so to speak, and does her best to set a good example for them. As such, it is much to her dismay that her little brother constantly finds himself getting into trouble, often unintentionally dragging her into his hairy schemes as well.

Zachary Lee: The middle child, and the only boy out of the three. He has dark brown hair, large brown eyes, freckles and a perpetual pout.  Zachary can be a bit of a hothead at times and is quite protective, those two traits of his leading him into a lot of trouble. His irritation with Joanne’s constant mothering leads him to squabble with his older sister quite a lot.

Marina Lee: Sweet little Marina, with her wavy brown hair and big hazel eyes, is the youngest of the three. She is also the quietest, and far smaller than most her age. She can most often be found tailing Joanne or Zachary, hiding behind their legs. It takes her a moment to warm up to others, but when she does, she’s the sweetest little thing. Whether it be a flower, a pretty pebble she found, or a picture she drew, little Marina loves to give gifts.

Best Friend

The sweetest cinnamon roll who will kill you (not without good reason... probably). Armin is a gentle and inquisitive soul. I feel as though his warm nature and unorthodox way of thinking would help you feel comfortable, like you can easily let loose and unveil your thoughts openly without judgement.

His boundlessly curiosity would have him engage in long conversations with you that could last for hours. If he were to see your mind go blank, he'd do his best to help fill in the gap and figure out what it is you're trying to think of.

I feel like you two would be like two peas in a pod.

[why-not-movies]

Twilight Secret Gift Exchange 2023!

this is my entry for the @twilight-secret-gift-exchange for @jasperhaleobsessed !! here’s a playlist of a you and jasper love story🩷 i don’t use spotify but here’s the youtube music link and the songs listed below in playlist order!!!! (as well as a little moodboard because i couldn’t help myself) im really into the whole new age americana modern cowboy type vibe so this was SO fun to make!! i tried to keep the country music to a minimum because it didn’t seem like ur vibe but i couldn’t help myself since it’s jasper😭 trust that i only listen to good country and have a very merry swiftmas!!

Track List:

style- taylor swift

lacy- olivia rodrigo

(can we be friends?)- conan gray

roses are falling- orville peck

the last one- maisie peters

how you get the girl- taylor swift

paris- taylor swift

i’m only me when i’m with you- taylor swift

be your husband (live at sin-é, new york 1993)- jeff buckley

butterflies- kacey musgraves

paper rings- taylor swift

she calls me back- noah kahan

hey stephen- taylor swift

love is a wild thing- kacey musgraves

the wedding song- reneé rapp

cowboy take me away- the chicks

our song- taylor swift

cowgirl for christmas- drake milligan

[hirazuki]

for that ship&kiss thing. celebrimbor/maeglin with number 8?? thank you!

…in secrecy | Celebrimbor & Maeglin

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Aman, a cottage near the border with Avathar. Fourth Age.

"You shouldn't be here," comes the response from behind the wooden door -- finely made, though he does not recognize the craftsmanship -- that has cracked open to reveal pale skin, dark hair, and enough traces of his father's favorite cousin to waken a dull ache in his chest.

Celebrimbor cocks his head to one side, in a way that always prompts others to tell him how much he resembles his grandfather; a source of pride, and irritation. "Is your return among the living meant to be a secret? Did the terms of your release from the Halls not permit for visitors? Or, is this a conclusion you have come to for yourself?"

Silence is his reply, and in it Celebrimbor can hear the snapping of fallen twigs -- the sound of wild things in retreat, scrambling deeper into the forest.

Too much, then. He takes a breath, dampens the inadvertent intensity his spirit has ever burned with, and tries again, softer. "You are not the only one who laid low a city."

"It is not the same."

Distance and disdain, coated in a kind of poisonous pride that seeks to deflect, to set apart and deny others approach lest they notice the stain of shame clinging to reborn flesh and detect the softness lying exposed at hough and wrist and throat.

Oh, this, Celebrimbor knows well; intimately, in fact. This, he can work, with all the ease of coaxing naked gold under heat.

"It seems as though someone has yet to hear the full story," he remarks with a mirthless chuckle, allowing his voice to color with the bitterness and self-derision he is always careful to keep hidden in these unblemished lands; well, almost always. "Truthfully, today marks the beginning of a week-long feast in Tirion and I find I am still ill-suited for crowds. Half of those I could think to impose upon are attending; everyone else has a forge."

Dark eyes blow wide at that last statement, akin to the inquisitive perking of coarse-haired ears or the cautious steps skulking out of the underbrush towards a proffered morsel in his uncle's hand or the curious flicking of a tongue in the presence of an unexpected thought, late at night in the smithy; an indication of interest flaring, however reluctantly -- as Celebrimbor expected. He has had long practice, after all, with courting the attention of the supposedly disinterested, and compared to his successes, the Elf before him hardly places for difficulty.

He makes to speak, and pauses. "Which name do you prefer?" he asks, instead.

"I don't," Maeglin says and turns to go inside, the hair he keeps short brushing the top of his shoulders.

The words are cutting, and the door is left open.

Celebrimbor has never met him before, this cousin of his who is half-Sindar, reared in twilight and young in death, born of the union of blinding light and deeply private darkness, but he knows his story -- no; rather, he knows what they say of the traitor of Gondolin.

He knows what they say of himself, as well.

And he may know nothing of Nan Elmoth, save its hazy reputation, nor what signs might mark Maeglin as his father's son, but, after trading a handful of words, he knows this: Maeglin -- Lómion -- is doubtlessly of the house of Finwë.

Sharp; unyielding; obsidian polished to unbearable reflection that yet remembers the fires in the earth --

Celebrimbor likes him. His manner is familiar in a way that is comforting and painful all at once, and he pointedly decides to blame it on the family resemblance; there is only so much room for specters in his heart, and he is not inclined to give ground to shadows, no matter how they may try to claw at his mind.

Fëanor's only grandson smiles, genuinely -- although there are none there to appreciate the rarity of such a moment -- and follows him indoors.

The place is quiet, dim, and sparse; entirely bare, except for the meagerest of essentials: a lamp, a table, a single chair. There are no tools of any trade or decorative items or personal effects, and the degree of dispossession is such that it can hardly be attributed to a preference of aesthetics.

The rest of the house, presumably, is the same.

It says much and, paired with Maeglin's fingers that have been ceaselessly fidgeting ever since he answered the door -- anxious creatures, ever seeking for something to distract, something to soothe -- it amounts to nothing less than an endless, silent scream.

In a display that is incredibly Fëanorian in its brashness and its intimacy, and, plainly, horrifyingly foreign to his host, Celebrimbor reaches out and takes one of Maeglin's hands in his own, turning it so as to place it against his cheek, and presses his lips into its palm.

Maeglin freezes, going still like the hares in the early morning mists of Eregion -- standing upright amidst the holly trees and rays of first light, statues poised to flee.

"If your hands long to make, cousin," Celebrimbor says, exquisitely aware of his own hypocrisy, "you should let them."