#im sorry. im a mess

[effervescentdragon]

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

Aaa thank you for the ask! Okay so. Gil-Galad is Arafinwean, son of Orodreth, grandson of Angaráto, great-grandson of Arafinwë in my head. I have a whole universe in my head about the resentment Angaráto and Eldalótë (i rly hope i dont fuck up the diacritics im doing rhis feom my head after a long time) had about Ñolofinwëans and Fëanárions both, and how that translated to Orodreth, who wasn't really a shining example of a father. I dont even know what is canon and what isnt, but in my head Cìrdan was the one who spent a LOT of time with Ereinion, and one of the most formative people in his life. I also hc that Findekáno took interest in him, and made provisions (not) long after Mae refused the crown in favour of Ñolo (i forgot the timelines) that should something happen to the line of succession (after a hint from Cìrdan Far-Sighted to Mae) it should go to the Arafinwëans. Now, as i said, im doing this from my head bcs i dont remember where i wrote it down, if i even did, but i think i had Fingon and Galadriel meet once more before Nirnaeth where he cautions her against too much power, and there was also something about her refusing to speak to Mae at some point after Nirnaeth/during War of Wrath? Timeline is v blurry for me and Jirt both here. I really dont remember it all and this is very all over the place, but i know i had a whole idea how it came to Ereinion Arafinwëan becoming High King, and it included Fingon fueling the rumours of Gil-Galad's parentage.

[hinamie]

corvidae

[stars-and-clouds]

Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

NSFW:

He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

[sbeana]

the pool scene

[sketchy-tour]

I need him to bury me in affection right now

[groovyace]

RED ROBIN REDESIGN RAHHGGGG 🗣🗣🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢

I took elements from his different suits plus added some extra flair. My favourite being the addition of climbing shoes.

[ofcowardiceandkings]

tfw ur havin a convo with the neighbours and ur bf is in need of a cuddle ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

[carbonfiction]

Thinking so heavily about logan and a pain kink.. I mean.. We've all seen the clip of him puttin the cigar and on his palm, eyes rolling in his head.. So why not.. Expand it little.. With the addition of oldman!Logan

When needs must..

Warnings: 18+ topics,older!logan,male masturbation, pain kink?, burns? (Putting a cigar out on himself),swearing (its logan..) mentions of bodily fluid (cum) thinkkk thats it? Not proofread and thrown together..

Masterlist

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Thinking about old man Logan sitting back in his limo seat in some dark dimly lit ally. Its quiet, empty this time of night so much so that; for a moment.. he briefly wonders if he would care if it wasnt so quiet.

If the place was busy and there was a pretty young thing lookin to help an old dog like him out.

Reaching into the glovebox and lighting up a cigar, the smoke flurries out of the cracked window. The taste sits rich and heavy on his tongue. He didn't care much for smoking inside the beatup car but.. Needs must.

Beneath his dress trousers Logans cock sits heavy in his pants. A bruised hand feeling over the swelling buldge of himself with a groan.. Its been a while.. Perhaps too long since hes let himself go. Let himself actually take some time alone.

He works his belt and fly with another inhale of the tobacco between his teeth and it doesnt take long before his lower clothing drops around his ankles in the footwell. He hisses a sound that sounds roughly like the word "fuck" through his teeth, cock in hand, precum slicking the flushed and throbbing head of himself.

He breathes heavy, well.. Heavier than he'd like for simply rubbing one out in his car, as he groans, grunts and grumbles at the friction. Cigar bitten against his teeth, one hand working quick and tight up and down his shaft.

Its quick and uncaring, desperate and futile.

Smoke bellows toward the window again, this time ash falling from the cigars end. It lands hot on his arm, still slightly alight. Logan groans. A deep rumble in his battered chest.

His aching hips buck at the feeling, the momentary spark of pain drawing his cock into his hand faster as he spits down, narrowly missing the hair of his greying beard. His motions speed up, lubricated in a lewd mix of spit and pre, balls tight with the need to cum.

Logan barley thinks about his actions as he pulls the cigar end from his mouth, the tips' embers burning muted reds and oranges inside the wrapping.

The cigars end meets logans thigh, burning and sharp as he presses it into his marred skin. Moments later his eyes roll back in his head, cum coating his hand in hot spirts.

He hisses between his teeth, loud and throaty streams of vulgarity slipping through his lips. "Fu-fuck, fuck, fuckkkk" The final sound drawn out and rumbling from his chest with a growl.

When needs must..

[ghostbredtt]

sketches doodles useless thingies

sorry guys I'm dead summer finally killed me so baii 😁

[fenningrya]

Some drawings but they get less TF2 related as they go down…

I had a dream that the mercenaries worked at a magic school. This is what I remember the Blu Spy looking like… More art underneath!!

Jesper (white cowboy hat) and the chestnut-colored horse belongs to @medicalmaladiess !!! Barnaby and Jesper are our TF2 OCs. :3

I rewatched Megamind earlier and forgot how fun and silly it is, so I made some doodles. :]

[tei-to-tei]

December 4 - Early Snack

[theboyskisser]

Y'know he had to do it to em

[ask-queen-arti]

(the ask box is open!)

[nibbelraz]

Shang Qinghua created Mobei Jun as his dream man, but also Mobei Jun's dream man is Shang Qinghua, meaning they both find each other irresistible no matter what world

[the-kipsabian]

saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ

first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it

you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh

im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you

i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life

[jaymang0]