#iridescent velvet

[luvlikeblood]

ootd to see some local bands at the goth bar and then head to minimal synth/industrial night, danced allll night until my ankles gave out🥲 1/24/25

corset top: inter-moden

skirt: two skirts layered, longer one is thrifted chicos, shorter one is thrifted dots

button up: 90s express

pikes: secondhand restyle

[thisisrealy2kok]

Velvet Lace-up Crop Top

[wingedjewels]

Velvet-purple Coronet (Boissonneaua jardini) by Scott Olmstead Via Flickr: Recinto 23 de Junio, Pichincha, Ecuador | June 27, 2024

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[icybreaths]

Shows up to the dinner party without shoes on.

[boundless-iridescence]

Headcanon tags here.

[tarotwithavi]

How to dress according to your venus sign

Can also be applied for Rising and mid heaven.

For entertainment purposes only!

Aries venus

Bold. you should embrace bold and adventurous styles that reflect your fiery and passionate nature. Opt for vibrant, eye-catching colors like red, orange, and hot pink to showcase your enthusiasm and energy. Choose clothing that highlights your individuality, such as unique statement pieces and daring accessories. Aries Venus individuals often enjoy a sporty, active lifestyle, so incorporate athleisure elements into your wardrobe, like sneakers or activewear-inspired outfits. Show off your confident and independent spirit with edgy cuts and styles, like asymmetrical hemlines or bold patterns. Don't be afraid to experiment with fashion and be the trendsetter in your group.

Taurus venus

Taurus venus is for luxurious, earthy, and sensuous attire. Begin with soft, tactile fabrics like silk, velvet, or cashmere in earthy tones such as deep greens, browns, and soft pinks. Your style should prioritize comfort and quality, so invest in well-fitted, timeless pieces like tailored blazers, flowy maxi dresses, or high-waisted trousers. Accessories should be elegant and understated, favoring natural gemstones like emeralds and rose quartz. Shoes should be both stylish and comfortable, such as leather ankle boots or suede loafers. Hair and makeup should be natural and effortless, with loose waves or soft curls and a nude or earth-toned palette. Show off that neck gurlll.

Gemini Venus

you should embrace versatility and a playful sense of style. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, making communication and adaptability key. Opt for outfits that allow you to mix and match, like a wardrobe full of separates, bright colors, and patterns. Experiment with various accessories to express your ever-changing tastes. Consider wearing clothing that incorporates elements of duality or contrast, such as asymmetrical designs or reversible pieces. Gemini is an air sign, so lightweight, breathable fabrics like cotton and silk can be your best friend. Don't forget to change up your style regularly to keep things interesting, as Venus in Gemini individuals thrive on variety and novelty in fashion.

Cancer Venus

You should embrace a style that reflects your emotional and nurturing nature. For example, soft, flowing fabrics in gentle, watery colors like seafoam green, silver, and pastel blues that soothe your sensitive spirit. Incorporate vintage or nostalgic elements into your wardrobe. Embrace feminine, figure-flattering silhouettes that accentuate your curves and emphasize your nurturing qualities. Jewelry with moonstone, pearls, and other iridescent gems complements your lunar sensibilities. Wearcozy, comfortable clothing that exudes warmth and comfort, like oversized sweaters and cardigans. Incorporate subtle touches of sea-inspired accessories, such as seashell-shaped pendants or bracelets.

Leo venus

Channel your inner confidence and glamor. Choose bold and attention-grabbing colors like fiery reds, golds, and vibrant purples. Like luxurious fabrics that exude regality, such as silk or velvet. Incorporate statement pieces like a dramatic, floor-length gown or a tailored suit with a dramatic flair. Don't shy away from sequins, metallics, or animal prints. Accessorize with bold and extravagant jewelry, such as statement necklaces or oversized earrings, and make sure your hair is styled to perfection, whether it's flowing locks or a bold updo. Animal prints and gold jewellery were made for leo venus.

Virgo Venus

Go for clean, practical, and detail-oriented fashion choices. Embrace earthy tones such as muted greens, browns, and neutrals, which resonate with Virgo's grounded nature. Pay attention to the smallest details in your outfit, like perfectly tailored clothing and well-coordinated accessories. Choose modest, well-fitted pieces that emphasize your natural beauty and avoid anything overly flashy or extravagant. Your style should exude professionalism and functionality, so consider incorporating classic pieces like tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Also go for comfortable yet stylish footwear, and keep your hair and makeup understated, emphasizing a natural and polished look. Adding a hint of vintage charm or retro-inspired pieces can also align with Venus in Virgo's appreciation for the past.

Libra Venus

You should embrace elegance and harmony in your attire. Choose clothing that embodies balance and refined taste, such as well-tailored suits or dresses in soft, pastel colors or shades of pink, which resonate with Venus's love for beauty. Opt for outfits with clean lines and symmetrical patterns, as they appeal to Libra's sense of equilibrium. Accessories like tasteful jewelry, scarves, and belts can enhance your look, adding a touch of sophistication. Keep your hair and makeup balanced and graceful, avoiding overly bold or dramatic styles. Ultimately, aim for an ensemble that exudes charm, grace, and a sense of unity to align with the traits associated with Venus in Libra.

Scorpio Venus

Go for dark, intense colors like deep burgundy, black, or dark purple to exude passion and depth. Choose clothing that highlights your curves and adds an element of intrigue, such as form-fitting dresses, lacy lingerie, or leather accents. Incorporate accessories like statement jewelry with mystical or occult symbolism, and don't shy away from bold makeup with smoky eyes and deep, rich lip colors. Embrace fabrics like silk and velvet for their sensuality, and let your clothing choices reveal just enough skin to leave an air of mystery.

Sagittarius Venus

You should go for bold and vibrant colors that reflect your love for exploration and spontaneity. Choose comfortable, travel-friendly outfits that allow you to move freely. Consider loose-fitting bohemian dresses, wide-legged pants, and flowy tops for a laid-back yet stylish look. Accessorize with statement pieces like oversized sunglasses, feathered jewelry, or colorful scarves to showcase your eclectic taste. Footwear should be practical yet fashionable, such as comfy sandals or unique, eye-catching boots..

Capricorn Venus

You should opt for a classic and sophisticated style that exudes professionalism and ambition. Choose well-tailored, timeless pieces such as tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Earthy and muted colors like black, navy, gray, and olive green are ideal, as they convey a sense of seriousness and authority. Invest in high-quality, durable materials like wool and leather. Accessories should be understated but elegant, such as a simple pearl necklace or a quality leather handbag. Practicality and functionality are key, so go for comfortable yet stylish shoes like classic pumps or ankle boots.

Aquarius Venus

Embody a unique and futuristic style that reflects your individuality and love for unconventional beauty. Go for clothing that incorporates metallic accents, electric blues, and vibrant purples, as these colors resonate with Aquarius energy. Experiment with asymmetrical and avant-garde designs, such as one-shoulder tops or geometric patterns. Statement accessories like chunky silver jewelry, oversized sunglasses, and tech-inspired pieces can add a touch of eccentricity to your look.

Pisces Venus

Embrace a dreamy and romantic style. Opt for flowing, ethereal fabrics like chiffon or silk in soft, oceanic colors like seafoam green, lavender, or aqua. Incorporate loose-fitting and comfortable clothing that allows you to move gracefully. Accessorize with subtle, mystical jewelry such as seashell necklaces, pearl earrings, or pieces featuring fish motifs, as Pisces is associated with the fish symbol. Don't shy away from pastel hues, and consider outfits with a touch of shimmer or iridescence to capture the Pisces love for fantasy and illusion. Flowing maxi dresses, bohemian-inspired attire, or anything reminiscent of a mermaid's allure will resonate.

Let me know your thoughts

[dark-moonlust]

The Elf and the Hobgoblins-Part 1

Pairing: 4 goblins x elf fem reader

Summary: you are mated to four hobgoblins. You live together with your hobgoblin mates in a cabin in the woods. It’s a very snowy day and your mates know just how to take care of you.

Pairing: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, this is filthy 18+!!!!, secret relationship, group intimacy (males only with fem reader), size kink, oral (males receiving), orgasm denial, stimulation, anal teasing and fingering, big 🍆, use of lube/oil, lots of 💦.

It was snowing. Again.

Sitting by the window in the cabin, chin on your hand, you watched the snow fall and blanket the woods in a fresh layer of white. You smiled at the little snowflakes scraping at the window. At the corner of the room, a fire crackled in the hearth, infusing it with warmth.

You weren’t alone. Your four hobgoblin mates were also snowed in with you.

Your mating bond was precious and unique.

Most would find it strange, even scandalous. Four goblins and an elf. An unlikely group by any standard. But over time, you’d become heavily bonded and in need of each other. You loved them, and they loved you—adored you, actually. The connection you shared was deep; a mating bond explicitly intimate and for the time being, kept secret from both your tribes. The elf tribe would never forgive you for this… it was why you lived so far from civilization, in a cottage deep in the forest far away from the lands of your people.

Turning, you gazed at your four hobgoblin mates. Gruk, Thrak, Grogo and Nix. Their big bodies made the room feel small. They were all nearly two heads taller than you, their sheer size and presence impossible to ignore. Each of them was strong and powerful, with huge muscled bodies designed for both combat and protection. They had teeth that gleamed white in the firelight, their eyes shining in yellowish hues. Wearing nothing but dark embroidered trousers you had sewed for them, they had similar physiques but unique features that set them apart.

Gruk had rusty-brown fur and was the group's most grumbling member. His long hair was a silken mass of brown strands braided elaborately and secured with one of your golden elastics. Thrak was demanding and bold, with dark-gray skin, his fur shorter. His long, black hair was braided into many tight braids and tied off with one of your scarves. He carried himself confidently, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.

Grogo stood out because of his red skin. He could be both sweet and commanding. His fur was also crimson, coarse yet well-kept, highlighting the muscles beneath. His thick black braid was secured with one of your velvet ties. Lastly, there was Nix, the tallest of them, his skin a dark green. He was watchful, always aware. He had long black hair styled in an intricate braid that fell down his back, again fastened with silk ties you had gifted him.

Their long braids signified their might as warriors and wearing your hairbands, showed off their proud place as your mates. It was one of the hobgoblin traditions. Mates had to wear something from one another. Your mates had also gifted you something; they’d gathered strands of their strong hair, braided them, and magically created a necklace for you, with a precious iridescent teardrop stone dangling from it.

It was a very special gift and you always wore it proudly around your neck.

The storm had started a week ago and your mates were doing excellent work keeping the cabin warm and well-stocked with wood. They went out frequently to clear the trails and seek for food. They also kept you entertained and claimed you at least once a day, always insisting on claiming you together — filling your every hole, then watching their seed trickle down.

They were strong possessive beasts with incredible stamina and you loved them so much.

Cheeks hot, you rubbed your thighs together at the memories of the night before. They’d fucked you good and deep, then let you sleep while they went out to hunt and clean the house. You awoke early in the morning, took a bath to clean off the dried seed from your skin, then summoned your elven powers to defend the local homes and people from evil.

After that, you’d attempted to assist with the cleaning and chores but your mates refused. They rarely allowed you to do housework, and when you did, they were furious with you. They were stubbornly committed to serving you, and the only work they let you do was sew their clothes, braid their hair, and take their cum.

Such diverse activities.

This morning, however, you felt extremely warm and wet, once again in need of your mates. You had done everything you could to pass the time and ignore your treacherous body. You didn't want to appear selfish by asking for more... they already did so much for you. You were becoming dangerously dependent on them, enjoying the feel of their arms around you and their dicks inside you.

"Hmm… another white stormy day," you mumbled to yourself, drumming your fingers on the wooden ledge.

"Bored, mate?" Gruk said, from where he was sharpening a crude dagger.

"I believe I have run out of things to do. The forest’s filled with snow. I can’t go out.” You sighed heavily and leaned back in your chair. “We've been locked here for days, and there's only so many times I can practice my magic, sharpen my blade or play with you guys before I lose my mind."

Thrak, who had been sitting cross-legged near the fire, looked up. "Careful, mate. You are beginning to sound like one of us."

"Worse," Grogo commented with a smirk. "You're starting to complain more than Gruk."

"I never complain!" Gruk reacted but the grin on his face said differently. "I only state the obvious.” He gazed at you fondly. “And I doubt the storm will end soon, little mate. Our bodies can handle the merciless cold but going out in this weather is dangerous for you.”

Nix, your fourth goblin mate, fed another log to the fire and spoke, his sharp teeth catching the light. “I think you all like to complain.”

You couldn't help but smile at that. It was true that your goblins were a little grumpy.

“You know,” Grogo said after a pause, his eyes flicking over to you, “you don’t have to sit over there moping, little one.”

You sighed for the hundredth time. “I know, but even you lot can’t keep me entertained forever.”

Grogo chuckled. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

“She’s underestimating us,” Nix agreed with a low growl. “It appears we aren’t stuffing our mate good and deep enough. Hm?”

“Oh, shush you…” you muttered, pressing your thighs closed, hoping that your scent didn’t reach their keen noses.

“Why not?” Grogo said, his amber eyes locked on you as he inhaled the air. Damn… he could tell you were aroused. All of them. “We are alone in a cabin, all five of us… and you’re clearly in need of a punishment.”

Gruk set his dagger aside, spreading his legs, his gorgeous cock tenting up from beneath his trousers. “Exactly. And we have the very thing for that.”

Thrak stood up, palmed his equally engorged dick over his pants before winking at the others. “Let’s get to work up boys.”

In a heartbeat, they surrounded you, their clawed hands ripping at your clothes, leaving you naked save for the necklace between your breasts. They kissed you one after the other, their tongues licking into your mouth and tasting your moans. Then they curved your frame on the large couch, hands pinned down, legs bent and spread. Thighs wide open, pussy and ass bare to their eyes. You were shamelessly wet with juices, both yours and theirs from last night's session. Despite having washed most of it off, their seed still dribbled out of your pussy and ass.

Your pulse quickened. “W…what are you doing?”

“You’re bored, mate,” Thrak said simply, licking the underside of one pert tit.

Nix and Grogo sat at your sides, their hands seizing your ankles and holding them wide. They ran their large thumbs over your pussy and opened the lips of your cunt, making wet squelching sounds but never getting close to your clit. You gave a hiss, your pussy clenching around nothing, your clit swollen and needy.

"Please...just…ghphhh—"

You cried out before a cock—Nix's—was forced into your mouth. Mouth opening fully, you took him in; he was inhumanly long and thick, the massive girth ringed by veins. You let your tongue swirl over the bulbous head and down the veins as it moved deeper, seeking to feel the tightness in your throat. His swollen balls rested at your neck, heavy and hot.

"That's it," Nix grunted, studying your face as he rolled his hips further, able to see your neck straining to take him in. "Suck it deep, little mate. Don't you dare become bored."

Grogo laughed at that before grabbing your hand and encircling your tiny fist around his stiff cock. His shaft was too thick for your hand to entirely wrap around, yet he delighted in your physical differences. He also enjoyed seeing Nix feed you his rod of a cock. You let out loud gurgling sounds as his dick pushed deeper, training you to relax your throat and take his shaft fully down your throat.

“Grfff—mphhh—gu—ys—” You tried to talk, but it all came out as an incoherent gurgle.

"Be a good girl and you’ll have more," Gruk said as he sucked one nipple, tugging hard enough to make you whine around Nix's cock.

“Damn, do that again. She’s sucking my cock so hard—”

Gruk hummed and all too eagerly wetted your other nipple, suckling fervently, his tongue swirling around your bud. Again, you let out a muffled cry, then nearly gagged around Nix’s cock. Nix had your arm trapped as he pistoned in your mouth, a hand tightly gripping your ankle as you flailed, barely able to move. Grogo was on the other side, similarly holding your other leg as he pumped his hot cock in your palm.

“Pl-mph—ease?” You choked, inwardly begging for them to stop with the foreplay and just make you cum.

Seeming to pity you, Thrak and Gruk stopped enjoying the show and squeezed in between your thighs, peppering your inner thighs with kisses. You mewled happily around Nix’s cock while Thrak licked a thick stripe from your cunt to your ass. Gruk did the same, consuming the juices that dripped from your tender holes.

Your thoughts scattered when Nix came with loud grunts, spurting down your throat in deep explosive pumps. You clenched your throat, swallowed every drop. With a sigh, Nix pulled his cock out of your mouth and allowed you to breathe. You didn't, however, get much rest. Grogo was next, turning your head, the head of his dick slipping past your lips and down your throat. He wasn’t very patient. He was just as thick and long as Nix, and you whined as he thrust back and forth, using your throat.

Meanwhile, Nix bent to suckle your breasts, nibbling on each nipple. Your chest rose and fell, muffled moans escaping you as they took turns using your mouth and fingering your cunt. They all released down your throat, made you swallow their cum but brought you to no climax. They only teased your clit for a few moments, stopping when you got too close.

“N-nneed to…cum,” you muttered, droplets of pearly seed trickling down the corner of your mouth. “I promise… I won’t say I’m bored again. Please!”

“Lately you always say you’re bored,” Gruk slapped your pussy lightly causing you to jerk and whine. “We take care of you every day, fuck your greedy holes, and yet here you are, claiming you are bored. That is a disgrace to all we do for you, little elf.”

Thrak gave a wet kiss to your needy clit. You whined. Still not enough. “Maybe we’re not trying hard enough. Not fucking her enough.“

“Hmm, I agree. I think we must fuck that boredom out of our mate,” Grogo said, his tongue licking the line of your neck.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate you,” you explained, your voice strained. “You know I do.”

“Do you?” Gruk said, his deep voice rumbling through the room.

“You know I do!” you said desperately. “I love you so much but lately… the bond feels too strong. I need more. I need you so much!”

They groaned proudly at your answer.

Gruk and the others felt so damn honored that you were their mate. Elves were special— they only mated with their kind. They were also made differently, with pristine, sculpted bodies that resembled living works of art. You were the most beautiful out of all of them, heart, body and soul. You were the most lovely elf they’d ever seen, and they fell in love with you at first sight. You were reluctant at first but eventually accepted their friendship, started something so deep neither of you had imagined.

You were gorgeous, pretty, smart and kind. Powerful, too, as you could cast some of the most badass spells they’d ever seen. Your body was just as beautiful, your breasts and nipples begging to be sucked, your pussy and throat flexible enough to receive the entire lengths of their dicks. The same went for your ass, it was always untainted and clean, no matter what you ate or drank.

You were able to take their monster cocks without harm. No one else could handle hobgoblin dick like you did.

Perhaps they did not deserve someone so precious; perhaps they were too hideous and lustful for you. But you'd embraced them, accepted them wholeheartedly, given them your heart. They'd done the same, become so attached to you that the very thought of being apart was agonizing.

“All in good time, love,” Nix smirked as he reached for the bottle of oil beside the table, his eyes narrowing slightly as he lubricated his fingers and poked the gaping bud of your ass. You whined, used to their fixation with your ass.

It was another hobgoblin thing; if their mate had a pouting gaping hole, it was a sign of how much they honored and loved them.

At first, you were hesitant to let them anywhere near your ass; you were a graceful elf, and being fucked in the ass was absurd and desecrated. The thought was horrible, but they’d trained you to accept it. Your hobgoblins loved to kiss, prod and fuck your ass, keeping your hole swollen for them.

And damn them, because you’d never expected to like it so much. Having them use your body so thoroughly, invading you, stretching you, filling you up with their seed.

Lately, your nipples and clit were throbbing constantly, your ass and pussy greedy to be filled at every moment of the day. You were a disgrace of an elf, a lewd creature of lust. You had tried to resist the need… fabricated boredom in order not to hide your slutty nature from your mates. But you no longer cared. You didn’t want them to think you were bored of them or their touch.

You loved them so much, in every wonderful, heated way.

Instinctively, you tightened your anal muscles as Nix drove his thick finger into your ass. You whimpered and all eyes turned to watch your face contract in pleasure as he pumped that finger in and out of your yielding flesh. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw the others adding the lubricant oil to their own fingers. Heat flowed through you, intense and demanding.

"You need more, hm? Look how wide your ass is, love. One finger and it’s barely tight,” Nix said, removing his digit to reveal your cute pouting hole. Damn, he loved the sight.

“That’s your fault!” you muttered, your holes clenching, in need to be filled. “Your fault… for stretching me out — then not fucking me enough.”

“We should have been more thoughtful, hmm?” Nix gently fondled your anal bud before pushing his thick finger back inside. “Hmm, still not stretched. Our slutty elf mate needs more.”

Gruk’s grin was quick as he squeezed a finger next to Nix's into your anus. “We can definitely manage more.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Thrak murmured as he added his own finger to the other two, stretching your hole decadently wide.

“Oh, I want her trembling, walking on legs stained with our seed. Her holes soaked and tender from our cocks,” Grogo drawled, shoving his well-oiled finger inside alongside the others. “Is that what you want, love?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, fuck me!”

You heard them mutter a response, but it was lost on you as their fingers worked in tandem, fucking your ass with more than enough oil and juices to keep them going. You whimpered and trembled, but they kept you there, their fingers making lewd wet sounds. Then they used the pads of their thumbs to circle your tits and clit. You saw stars, felt your climax coming. When euphoria hit, you cried out, your entire body going lax.

Did you enjoy? Comments and reblogs would make me super happy!!This is an ongoing series.

Pssst.... if you're craving more, there's already more waiting for you. Things are heating up in ways I can't share here. But you know where to find more.

Hugs, Kate!

[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, order number 15, with sprinkles & chocolate chips?

I'm super excited I came in time for this event, I adore your blog & am excited to see what comes of this.

(Pardon me as I cross my fingers in hoping to get one of my babygirls or just one of my faves)

—🐈‍⬛

you get one of MY babygirls. praise mana-sama for helping me through requests today

order #15, sugar with sprinkles and chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ unlike yourself

tropes: hurt/comfort, fake dating characters: rook additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet, probably ooc

It's strange, you think.

Rook Hunt, the mysterious, distant vicewarden, loved you more in an evening than anyone else had in months.

Only an act. You had to remind yourself of that, every time he squeezed your hand or pulled you closer to him.

Every time he whispered something silly in your ear, every time he kissed the back of your hand. Only an act.

"I could write a thousand poems of you, mon amour, and never become bored of it,"

At some point, you had stopped looking at the others. You had forgotten they were there altogether.

It's only an act.

It felt like a fairytale, glittering, iridescent and silver, yet one that still ended at midnight in rags and pumpkin seeds.

You didn't want to think about that.

That by sunrise, the event would be over, and you would be back to your life. Back to your drafty dorm and secondhand clothes, back to your cold, lonely mornings. Back to yourself.

Back to the person you so hated.

Rook made you feel something unlike yourself. You were someone beautiful to him, someone interesting, someone loveable, someone worth teaching to dance, no matter how many times you stepped on his toes.

He only smiled.

You had asked him to be your date, to lie with you, to act with you, to prove to everyone that you were that someone, so unlike yourself, that you were beautiful and interesting and loveable, and worthy.

It had been your request. Just two hours, you said, and now you selfishly want more. You want years.

You want to make him feel the way he makes you.

"Your eyes are watering," Rook whispers, holding your face and drying your tears with the gentle touch of his gloved thumbs.

"Why are you sad, mon ange?"

You can't tell him. It's only an act. It's only an act. You want him to stay. He can't. He won't.

You can't ask him to stay.

"You are tired," he says, smiling sweetly, his cupid's bow curving. "Let's get you home, Trickster."

He's right, of course.

And you don't want to leave, you don't want to lose something on the velvet steps of the dorm, but you do, for him.

He walks you back to Ramshackle himself. He tucks you in bed and makes you something warm to eat since you both know the silver-plated hors d'oeuvres weren't enough.

You don't want to close your eyes. But he asks you to sleep, and you do, for him.

And so you wake up in your drafty dorm and your secondhand clothes in a bed that isn't really yours, feeling like yourself again.

But today, on this cold morning, he's sitting with you, and it isn't lonely.

"Oh, Trickster," he whispers, leaning over your, holding your face and gazing at you with something like softness.

"You did not have to ask me to stay. The answer is always yes."

And he kisses, again and again, your lips, your cheeks, your nose and head. He kisses that person, the one in rags, the messy one, the lonely one, you. He kisses you. He wants you.

And you think, perhaps this person, this yourself, isn't so bad.

Rook loves them, after all.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Imagine:

Being a fallen angel, you're new to hell and it's the Vee's that find you. Valentino is infatuated by you, this pretty little thing that fell from Heaven. Your iridescent wings that shimmer like moonlight.

You possess an ethereal beauty.

And Vox....oh Vox wishes he could film every single thing you do.

Velvet dresses you in the latest fashion, the newest star has gotta look hot right?

And Angel Dust? You two just click, he becomes your best friend.

But then you let it slip....you're a virgin and oh Valentino and Vox can feel the blood pulsing through their veins.

They could use this, it would be the perfect little movie.

So now who would you choice?

Valentino or Vox.

Or maybe a third option.

Like Angel Dust will let their grubby little fingers get a hold of you. So who should he tell but the very bartender that had his eyes on you since you fell from Heaven.

Only one can make you see your home again.

[casedclosedbye]

Christmas Bindings

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: rope bunny, rigger, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: In a candlelit studio, Spencer's gifts his partner a new toy for them to try this Christmas season.

It was a chilly December evening when you arrived at Spencer Reid's apartment, the crisp winter air still clinging to your coat. He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a tight embrace that lingered just a moment longer than usual. There was an unmistakable sparkle in his emerald eyes as he helped you shed your outer layers.

"I'm glad you could make it tonight," Spencer said, his voice low and rich with implication. "I have a special surprise planned for us." He led you by the hand into the dimly lit living room, where a roaring fire crackled invitingly in the hearth. The space had been transformed into a cozy winter wonderland, with plush blankets draped over the couch, mugs of steaming hot cocoa waiting on the coffee table, and twinkling fairy lights strung along the bookshelves.

In the center of it all stood a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments and tinsel. But it was the long, slender box wrapped in glittering gold paper that caught your eye. Spencer noticed your gaze and a slow, sensual smile spread across his handsome face.

"Ah, I see you've spotted my special gift," he purred, retrieving the box from beneath the tree. He turned to face you, emerald eyes smoldering with barely contained desire as he presented it to you. "Open it."

With trembling fingers, you carefully unwrapped the present, your heart racing with anticipation. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft velvet, lay a spool of shimmering, iridescent cord. But these were no ordinary lights - they pulsed and glowed with an otherworldly inner light, promising pleasure beyond imagination.

Spencer took the glowing rope from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours and sending a jolt of electricity through your skin. "This isn't just any old rope," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "It glows so I can make you my own personal Christmas tree."

He began to slowly wind the cord around your wrist, the cool metal of the fastenings a stark contrast to the warmth of his calloused fingertips. Each revolution sent a pleasant tingling sensation spiraling up your arm, igniting nerve endings you never knew existed.

As he worked, Spencer pressed himself against your back, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his chest, the rapid thrum of his heartbeat syncing with your own.

His lips found the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as his skilled hands continued their sensual task. The rope criss-crossed over your collarbone, dipping teasingly into the valley between your breasts before encircling each one separately, the pulsing light intensifying with each loop until your skin seemed to glow from within.

Spencer's voice was a low, seductive rumble as he whispered filthy promises against your ear. "I'm going to decorate you like the most beautiful Christmas tree, my love. Every inch of you will shine and sparkle, aching for my touch..." His hands slid lower, skimming over your ribs, your stomach, before hooking into the waistband of your pants. "Tell me, do you want to be mine?"

Your breath hitched as Spencer's words washed over you, stoking the flames of desire burning in your core. "Yes," you breathed, arching into his touch. "I want to be yours, completely. Decorate me, claim me, make me yours in every way possible."

Emboldened by your consent, Spencer's hands made quick work of your remaining clothing, peeling away fabric until you stood bare before him, adorned only by the intricate web of glowing rope. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, emerald eyes darkening with lust as they raked over your illuminated form.

"You're exquisite," he growled appreciatively. "A work of art." Slowly, deliberately, he began to trail the rope down your body, circling your navel, dipping teasingly below your waistband before continuing its journey down your thighs.

As the rope wound lower, Spencer dropped to his knees before you, bringing his face level with your most intimate area. He looked up at you through thick lashes, his expression one of pure, unadulterated hunger. "I think it's time I unwrap my gift properly," he purred, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, his tongue delved between your folds, lapping at your essence with long, slow strokes. The dual sensations of his mouth and the pulsing rope sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your head fall back with a moan.

Spencer groaned against you, the vibrations adding another layer of intensity to his ministrations.

As Spencer's talented tongue explored your most intimate depths, waves of intense pleasure radiated outward from your core, causing your entire body to quiver and tense. The glowing ropes seemed to pulse in rhythm with your racing heartbeat, their ethereal light growing brighter with each flick of his tongue against your sensitive flesh.

Your fingers tangled in his silky hair, gripping tightly as you held him close, silently urging him on. Each drag of his tongue along your slit sent electric shocks of bliss zinging up your spine, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. The wet heat of his mouth contrasted deliciously with the cool kiss of the ropes binding you, creating a dizzying sensory overload.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, your hips began to rock subtly against Spencer's face, seeking more of that maddeningly pleasurable friction. Soft mewls and gasps spilled from your lips, echoing obscenely in the quiet room. The firelight played across your skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat and the way your muscles tensed and fluttered with each pass of his tongue.

Spencer growled low in his throat, the sound muffled but felt deeply as he redoubled his efforts. He sealed his lips around your throbbing clit, suckling gently while two long fingers pushed inside your dripping channel. They curled and stroked along your inner walls, finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

The combination of his skilled mouth and probing fingers quickly became too much to bear.

Your body drew taut as a bowstring, every muscle pulled impossibly tight as the coil of tension in your core reached its breaking point. A strangled cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, white-hot pleasure searing through your nerves. Your inner walls clamped down rhythmically around Spencer's fingers, rippling and fluttering as you came undone.

The glowing ropes seemed to flare brilliantly with each spasm, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. Your skin flushed and glistened, pearlescent in the firefight as you shuddered and bucked against Spencer's face, lost to everything but the overwhelming ecstasy consuming you.

Slowly, gradually, the aftershocks subsided, leaving you boneless and panting.

As the last tremors faded, Spencer gentled his touches, placing soft kisses along your inner thighs and up your stomach before rising to his feet. He gathered you into his arms, holding you close as you trembled against him, basking in the afterglow.

"I love watching you come apart like that," he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. "So beautiful, so responsive... You take my breath away."

His hands roamed your sides almost reverently, tracing the patterns left by the ropes. With careful movements, he began to unwind them, letting the cord pool at your feet until you stood bare once more, marked only by the faintest redness where the bindings had been.

Spencer cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his heated gaze. "You're incredible,"

[luvlikeblood]

fit to get ice cream with @veryscarybumbleberry in sub-zero temps :3

skirt: vintage slip skirt I dyed plum and printed my handmade linocut stamps all over

top: vintage 90s urban vibe brand

sheer button up: thrifted vintage idk

rosary: handmade by @veryscarybumbleberry🖤

[metalmewtwo-kxb]

Pokédex Update:

Auroreon - the Iridescent Feather pokemon. A flying type. When it fans its wings and tail, it can manifest beautiful yet powerful beams of light in concentrated attacks and healing moves. If it ever opens its eyes, it will unleash its wrath on the unjust.

Notes:

- Auroreon's feathers always seem to glimmer in the light, causing even its body to give off a faint prismatic glow. They are also sturdy, soft as cinccino velvet, and capable of keeping sheltered pokemon warm. If the weather and conditions are right, Auroreon will spread its feathers over the grass and sunbathe (or moonbathe at night). This makes the moisture in the air above it become a captivating blanket of shifting colors. The shiny variation of this pokemon is said to also manifest colors of light that very few humans are able to see.

- The 'eye spots' on Auroreon's feathers serve as a natural statement of beauty as well as a means of confusing opponents. And the halo above its head is a result of the fur's natural light refraction.

From Recovered Texts and Documents:

- Long ago, a king encouraged the use of these feathers for decorative purposes during his reign. This greatly decimated the population of both eevee and Auroreon in their region. Those with dark feathers were considered "impure" and hunted for sport. A few were kept as pets and servants, which was illegal save for those with the king's written permission.

- Some groups of the past believed Auroreon to be among the pokemon known as "the Heralds of Arceus", messengers and light-bearers who served the Creator of Worlds. There were a variety of pokemon believed to hold this title, each described as "familiar yet unique" to each respective species. They were more powerful than their counterparts, and some rarely spotted if not considered an illusion. They were also quite gentle and well-mannered, and their roles involved giving life and healing to the world. However, these pokemon were considered dangerous in times of conflict.

- It is said "the false king" of their home region was single-handedly responsible for the disappearance of the Heralds, the beginning of conflict between humans and Arceus, and the terrible aftermath of the last great war. Rumors spread that Arceus removed the Heralds from the world of humans to save those pokemon from the cruelty that would follow in coming years.

Notes Continued:

- Further research is being conducted, as a single pair of Auroreon were recently spotted in an isolated area with an unusual eevee. One white, and one dark. The gender of each is unknown, though ancient texts suggest that females have shorter capes than males.

- There is no documentation of what their open eyes look like. Texts only say that no one who saw them directly lived to tell the tale, including the false king.

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Decided to take my own stab at creating a flying type eeveelution, and potentially add a second typing later on.

I'm really happy with how it turned out, and glad I had another chance to delve into more of the comic's background lore.

[sleepyy-ollie]

❆ Wedding looks from the Winter Court!

❆ I was hoping to post this one during Winter Court Week but I put too much on my plate as usual 🫣

❆ Let me know what court you want to see wedding looks from next!

❆ Please do not repost or use with AI

See my head cannons below the cut!

❆ Varying shades of white and grey hair are common throughout the winter Court, as well as grey eyes

❆ Even in the cold, brides still get married outside under arches made of icicles or beside frozen waterfalls

❆ Which means that wedding looks require lots of layers and warmth!

❆ I imagine light blue seudes, crushed white velvet, shimmering embroidery, iridescent tulle, lace with snowflake patterns, and warm knit stockings.

❆ The crystals, sparkles, and pearls adorning each look are made of ice, enchanted not to melt! The earrings are frozen water droplets and shards of ice.

❆ This bride's bouquet includes white and blush roses, eucalyptus, pine fronds, baby's breath, and red winter berries.

❆ The skirt of the wedding dress was inspired by the Water Tribe outfit designs in ATLA.

❆ Find the rest of the inspo pics here!

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[thewickwheat]

I am fingers crossing that by increasing the opacity on the top I can avoid flagging but lets find out

together

BUT ANYWAY

there was another FFXIV Gala event on twitter that I participated in and since the theme was Fairytales and I am someone who looks for any excuse to bring up my favorite folktale, I had to pay homage to Prince Lindworm by depicting Zenos as the titular Lindworm and Earley as the shepherd’s daughter. 

You can read the folktale here!

There’s also a process video available for Patrons! (which I try to do with all my illustration pieces)

Design notes below the cut for interested folks

The goal with Zenos' outfit was to communicate shedding skin, with each layer getting more raw. So its a matte wool suit layered with shiny red satin and the underlayer being soft velvet (originally the suit had iridescent sequins sewn near the cuffs to imply scales but I couldn’t find a way to depict it nicely, though I think it would look stellar IRL) 

Earley's was heavily inspired by Queera Wang's gender neutral wedding designs, which also worked well with the layered "fine shifts" in the story. Other elements minorly borrowed from folk designs (it was a stronger influence earlier in the design but a lot of it got discarded) and I’m very sad her boots could not be shown off in the final composition 

there's also...another theme in the designs but I think you can figure that out~