#lyn f

[lofi-toast]

Nothing more.

never again.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Polyamory is woefully unpopular in this community so let me do my part to fix that real quick. One of my favorite ships ever is Lyn, Florina, Ninian, and F!Mark, all living in a cozy little farmstead in Sacae. Florina going out and doing mercenary work for Ilia and returning home to her lovely wives, Mark still traveling around and coming home every now and then to rest, I love the idea of this big family living out their lives happy together in their own little corner of the plains.

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[duckprintspress]

Happy last Thursday of July! We’re celebrating with three new short story releases!

Title: Entanglement Series: Sunrise Over the Black Forest Author: Lyn Weaver

m/m, established relationship of convenience, mutual pining, aren’t roadtrip invitations always platonic clearly there’s no feels here

Two years into their not-relationship, Sevan disappears for a week, only to appear at Kel’s church with a simple invitation: for Kel to accompany Sevan on a two-week trip to the edge of the Black Forest to observe the forest expanding its borders.

How does a cursed forest become larger?

When the trees get up and relocate, of course…

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Title: Little Witch’s Apothecary Series: May of the Mountain Author: J. D. Harlock

studio ghibli meets fandom vibes, modern with magic, love potion shenanigans

Desperate for money to pay off her debts, May opens a small apothecary stand in Jdiedet. It’d be far more enjoyable work if the clientele didn’t constantly break into her manga reading time…but she supposes she’ll cook up a love potion for the local librarian. If she has to. If only to ensure the library continues getting new volumes for her to read.

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Title: Awkward and Oblivious Author: R. L. Houck

f/f, modern, fluffy, bonding over a sick pet

When the trucker Alex finds a sick puppy abandoned by the side of the road, she races to get the poor dog to a veterinarian that can help. Several appointments later, the now-adopted Mako is on the mend and Alex has a favorite vet office.

Now, if only Alex could figure out how to get the oblivious Dr. Anna to respond to her awkward attempts to ask her on a date…

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Get these charming stories, and many more, by visiting the Duck Prints Press store now!

[choixpeaudirectory]

Raven Lyn Corneil

Née en 1995, aux USA (origines : native américaine, afro-américaine, portoricaines et irlandaises)

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[sigurism]

John Davis Chandler, Dawn Lyn, Patricia Quinn, Robert F. Lyons Shoot Out Dir: Henry Hathaway

[shadesofblue-selfship]

As a start to my revival of this blog, I want to share my Friday Night Funkin' insert, as well as my design for Boyfriend (for now)

My s/i's name is Lyn! They're primarily an artist, but they enjoy singing on occasion (though not really around others most of the time). Lyn and Boyfriend were old friends during their school years, but lost contact after graduation. They reunited after the events of the game.

[enchantingjacarandas]

Love is a risk, but what's the alternative?

Paring: Catra / Adora

Tags: Red String of Fate, Soulmate AU, Hurt/Comfort

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 1,610

Creaking metal surrounded Catra as she made her way to her cot. She was alone in the dormitory, again. Solitude was something Catra had grown used to once Adora left her. Even so, Catra was heading to bed earlier than normal to prepare for the big day tomorrow. She would be turning twenty tomorrow, meaning the red strings of fate would show up on her wrist. 

Every Horde soldier got their 20th birthday off in order to kill their nemesis. Catra knew she would have to follow the red string of fate from her right hand in order to find her enemy’s identity, but part of her also wondered where her left hand would lead her. The left hand string would show her who her true love was, her soulmate. Catra wasn’t really sure if a string would show up on the left wrist tomorrow, but part of her had a tad bit of hope.

It didn’t matter much anyways. She had the whole day to find out who her soulmate was because whatever idiot was her destined foe would be brought to a swift end by her. After the day was over the strings would disappear for her and she wouldn’t have to think about either one again. 

Catra stared at her blank wrist uncertain if a red string would appear on both of them tomorrow. It felt like sin for her to want love, to think that there could be someone made to love her. She knew she didn’t deserve love, but deep down she hoped there was someone out there that would make her cot less lonely. 

If she really did have a soulmate they would gladly join her in the horde and fight by her side. They would rule Etheria together someday. She would have someone to laugh with as the nights got dark. Her bed would feel warm once again. The thought made sleep come easy to her. She looked at her wrists one last time before closing her eyes.

When Catra awoke the first thing she saw in front of her were her wrists. She blinked slowly, registering the sight in front of her. She had a string on both wrists. She jumped out of bed hastily following the strings to find where they led to. Running out the room Catra was met with a giant mass as she ran into someone.

“Watch where you're going, Horde Soldier!” Catra spat out the words as she attempted to collect herself.

“Oh Sorry.” Scorpia stated while rubbing the back of her neck with her claw. 

“Of course it’s you.” Catra rolled her eyes at the sight in front of her. She continued walking towards the weapon room as Scorpia followed closely behind her. 

“Well, I was just wondering…” Scorpia trailed off. Catra couldn’t deal with her antics right now, she was on a mission. Why was Scorpia even bothering her today in the first place? The question floated around Catra’s mind for a bit before she landed on an answer, letting out a laugh at the thought.

“Wait, do you think we’re soul mates?” The laughter boomed off the walls now that Catra had spoken the thought out loud. She attempted to steady her breathing to calm down, but the idea was too much for Catra. What ended up settling her down was the idea that someone as naive as Scoripa managed to become a Force Captain before her. “Well sorry to disappoint, but you're not. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to wipe out the stupid person that is my revered enemy so I can go find my soulmate.”

“Hold on, do you want to find your soulmate?” Catra felt herself go stiff as she almost spoiled her perfect place though plan due to her own carelessness. 

Finally reaching the weapon’s closet a solution came to her. “Of course I want to know who they are, that way I can kill them myself. Don’t you remember what the Horde taught us? Having a soulmate makes you weak and vulnerable.”

“I guess I should be lucky I’m not yours then.” Scorpia mostly spoke to herself. 

Catra finally finding the weapon she was looking for let a smirk form on her lips. “Yes, you should.”

The trees went by in a blur as Catra swiftly piloted the skiff past them. So far the red strings seemed to be heading in the same direction, meaning Catra wouldn’t have to travel too far after getting rid of her destined opponent. The quickest way would be a surprise attack. While it wasn’t hornerable, she didn’t really care about honor, just wanted to get it over with. Hopefully then she’d have a chance at finding her soulmates before the strings fade.

The skiff was going at top speed. She loved going fast the way the world blurred around her made her feel in control. Catra always felt like the ground held her back, she was happy to be off it. There was a chance the skiff could go down or even crash. Every vehicle she could get into could crash though. It was worth it to feel alive for Catra. Would her soulmate think the same way?

Catra knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t help it as her mind wonders who the left string of love would lead her to. She hoped it was someone with a fighting spirit. Someone she could race around the Horde with. Maybe she wouldn’t mind losing the competition to them if she could watch their flowing blonde hair whirl around in the wind. When their eyes meet she’d see someone determined with strong beliefs looking back at her. Someone that made her feel strong in return.

Catra shook away the thoughts, there was no point in getting soft when she was about to enter battle. The fun would happen after, with all of Etheria being their playground. Their love would know no bounds, but for now she was on a mission. She looked straight ahead as she followed her strings through the forest. The wind whipped against her face as she pushed the skiff to go even faster.

Catra hid her skiff under some branches near the forest’s edge. Peeking out from the woods she got a better look at the kingdom that stood in front of her. She gave a dramatic sigh as she looked up at the giant waterfall and the castle that laid in front of it. It was Bright Moon. She tapped her foot impatiently, as she thought of a plan to get in. Nothing was ever easy in life for Catra. 

She looked through a compartment on the skiff searching for something to cover herself. It might raise some suspicions, but it was better than getting captured immediately from walking through the front gates. It gave her a chance and that was all she needed for now. She tilted her head as she held the cloak up to the wall of rocks that the castle sat on. It was perfect. She was virtually undetectable with her cloak blending into the wall as she started scaling it.

The strings were still going the same direction. Maybe that meant her soulmate was also in Bright Moon? Catra got a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. How could her soulmate live in a place like this? At the same time she knew better than to take the teensy amount of gifts she got in life for granted, it was better to not question it. The more likely option was that her soulmate had been kidnapped by someone in Bright Moon.

For the moment she was optimistic about finally seeing her soulmate. Would everything finally make sense once their eyes met? Steel blue eyes, flashed in Catra’s mind. It made her grip falter causing the rock she was holding to become unsettled and leave its place on the wall. It added new pressure to her feet causing them to lose their place as well. She dangled from the wall with only one hand still attached. Rocks cascaded down the wall where she once attached. Catra watched as the rocks exploded into smithereens once meeting the ground. Could that be her fate as well?

With the one hand still attached to the wall, she dug her claws deeper into the rock holding on tighter. All the muscles in her arm started pulsing as she willed them to hold on. Blood ran from her nails as she dug her claws deeper into the rock. She hoped even if her arm gave out she’d still be attached to the wall through her bloody claws. The adrenaline in her body made the blood go unnoticed for Catra. She took a deep breath regaining her composure. It was important for her not to lose focus so she could recover.

Her feet. That was the most important next step. Once she found places for them to go the weight was immediately taken off her arm. She was relieved, but didn’t celebrate. Placing her non-bloody hand on the next spot she gritted her teeth as she got ready to move her other hand. She couldn’t wait to finally have a purpose other than suffering.

Catra bared her teeth, heaving her arm back up gripping the rock once more as blood flowed. She was so close she wasn’t going to lose it all now. She had to take it. Everything would feel lighter once she had arms to catch her. She must survive. Murdering her fool of a soul nemesis would be a simple task in order for her to move forward. She needed to make it till then.

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A/N: This is my first published F/F ship I'm so hyped to share it with the word. The results from the poll were nothing super overwhelming so I settled on referring to Adora's eye as steel blue. I think that is the best color that captures everything. Should I update the word count on this post as I add more chapters?

[michaelwatt]

I got me some pride dog tags and ngl I fidget with them sm and just 💕💕💕 teehees

[applepie-enthusiast]

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood but Trisha is Raligon (ironically) and Hohenheim is Brandon

Idk who Ed and Al could be, probably Mikhail and Lyn (haha get it since Lyn is into alchemy, up to you who you want ed and al to be)

[risingsunfish]

Again, this one didn't really need a reformatting, but the alt text wouldn't fit otherwise. Plus I took the opportunity to tweak wording that bugged me the first time around, and also settle on dialogue fonts for Ignatz, Leonie, and Lysithea.

I am visiting my grandfather for the very first time. My mother ran away from home to live in another country so we never met. Also my great uncle (grandfather's brother) is trying to assassinate us. What should we expect? - Lyn

A Reddit user asked a question from Lyn's POV as well, so I took the liberty of combining them, hope that's okay! (also apologies for this being 3 months late) ><

Bluesky • Reddit

(Edited with reformatted comic, alt text, and Bsky link 2/25).

[scariusaquarius]

I want john marston to bend me over a table and absolutely ravage me for being a smartass for the last time good LORD

[i-kyujin]

⁺　　✦　　.　　2,000 milestone?!

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▩　 ⁺🍩　、　 appreciation letter!

˚ 　 ⊹ 　 ehm… HELLO BRO??!! there’s no way that i just reached 2K flwrs?!! WE/I JUST RESTARTED THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT ON DEC 17, 2023??? AND WERE ALREADY AT 2K?? honestly, yes that’s crazy and were growing so fast 😭😭?? it’s been a honor to experience this, especially after our old i-kyujin account got deleted randomly and which i remembered that it had 1,930 flwrs and that couldn’t reach 2k and we had to restart and work hard again just to gain them again. if i-kyujin wasn’t deleted then we would probably have 3k right now or 2k (i’m dumb in math so ☹️😭…) me and lyn, especially me (hehe..) worked so hard just to get to this amount of wonderful followers and i’m actually so happy right now since i been waiting for this moment to happen for so long, or ever since our old account got deleted like for real.. but since it happened now i’m actually so happy and won’t forget this moment 😭‼️. and to those who knew us/me before i-kyujin got deleted are actually so nice and were probably mutals until now too or smth 😋😋!! but again, THANK YOU ALL SAUR MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL AND MEMORABLE MOMENT!! this will last in my heart and brain forever 😭😋☹️!! i don’t even think anyone will read this, but it’s okay 😭😋‼️ but to those who are my moots/mutals, i’m very thankful for you guys and if we are not close or we are. and especially to @yuzchaes , @aeraras , @y-unrei @wonjuii ++ whoever is in the “mentally unstable gang 🤭” gc 😭😭 + my bsf @vixpng (can’t ping anymore), u guys were also here in this journey so thank you so muchh!! ++ more moots! thank you all again and ilysm!! and to my best friend @vixypng (follow her) who also supported me!! thank you thank THANK YOUUU ALL 😭💗‼️ lets go for 3k followers and more!! we grew so fast im cryinggg, BYEBYE TYSMTYSM!!!! 😭💗

(i’m sorry, it’s so long 😭)

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▩　 ⁺🍩　、　 fav blogs/moots!

　 (no order!)

@yuzchaes , @y-unrei , @i04rei , @aericita , @aeraras , @wonjuii , @jnssite , @y-vna , @tzulipss , @minguukie , @j-eongs , @7kyujin , @hyelita , @haesite , @p-oisn , @soulari , @fuckici , @baesol , @chaey2k , @gigittamic , @koosuvi , @jicito , @chuwerii , @vnlyt , @y-unjins , @y-urios , @y2jiz , @fairytopea , @kthemes , @n-americano , @egorls , @y-unjins , @iluvrei , @sseulr1n , @thsv , @eliatopia , @aegsll , @rkkuri , @chaeyve , @c-heriis , @wonjuii , @ningrlz , @yunjidoll , @f-loqweres @jaexiyu ++ many many more!!

(naur way, i’m sorry.. i pinged 50 people 😭😭‼️‼️ srry if i pinged u 2 times or smth 😭😣)

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[michaelwatt]

I'm drawing very very *VERY* self indulgent doodles that include a self insert thing that I may never post but I am free nevertheless

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Kinktober Day Seven: Porn

Kinktober Masterlist

You guessed it, Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Miguel would have never, ever thought that you'd be into recording how he fucked you. But when the idea slipped past his lips and you eagerly agreed, he was ecstatic.

You two recorded the first video just a few weeks ago. You'd been shy at first, a little timid in front of the camera, but after a while you forgot all about it.

He's watching the video now, actually. You've been busy, so busy, barely giving him time for a quickie before you have to get back to work. And he misses you. He misses being able to hold you in his arms, kiss your forehead, trace your body with his hands...

He misses you.

The porn you'd recorded doesn't really make up for your absence, but it makes it easier for him to get off.

He sits on the bed, his computer open in front of him. He groans, watching on the screen how your body arches and quivers while he eats you out.

His cock strains hard in his sweatpants, arousal gathering everywhere in his body. He slides a hand into his sweats, gripping his cock and stroking himself as he watches.

He's so caught up in studying how gorgeous, how soft, how vulnerable you look as he fucks you that he doesn't hear you walk into the room...

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It's so short, I'm so sorry, and I'm so so so late to the trend.

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*if you want me to add you to my Miguel taglist, comment or send me a message <3

[angelst4rs]

have u considered "my sweet pythagoras theorem"

i bet mr. ratio calls his s/o "doll" or something, idk.

i'm not quite sure yet but i feel like there could also be something else

... i just don't remember what that "something" is

[in-halingstardust]

It's called magic, my dear [Day 2]

A/N: I literally love Lyney so much, I got him on the first day and upgraded him the next 3. BUT LIKE his little playfulness with the traveler, his GLOVES, hot damn.

[lyney x f!reader]

Tags: !mdni , soft!bdsm, sub!reader, dom!lyney, toys, fingering, overstimulation, gloves hehe

Since you were a kid, you loved magic. 

The way colors sparked life across the stage, the laughter of the audience, the anticipation settled in your heartbeat from the trapeze artists flying.

Tonight is magic in its own special way.

Your back arches as your wrists strain against the velvet handcuffs clipped to the side of the headboard. You felt vulnerable. His as a gloved hand pinched the fat of your hip in a teasing manner. 

"My- I haven't lost you yet, have I?" Lyney teases as he presses a kiss against your lips. You can taste yourself on him- how many times has he made you cum-

He nibbles against your lip in warning. You were losing yourself to this magic again. "Darling, we're not even close." Almost as a testament to the promise, he reaches down. Smooth leather playing with your clit. 

A gasp mixed with a moan leaves you as you twist away. 

Everything felt so warm but fire shoots up you as he rubs small circles, your thighs trying to close against his hand. "Ah, Lyney wait... too- sensitive." 

He must be pleased with you because he lets go shuffling off the best towards the night stand, your chest still beating in tandem with the small waves pulsing through your body. 

You feel it's the end, your body already so sore from twisting and turning after he explored every part of your body. The feeling of leather against skin, the way he pressed muted warmth into your hips as he held you down when eating you out earlier. 

You shudder- the way his tongue would lap at your pussy. Cleaning all previous cum left from the rounds before, methodically and instinctually mixed when he curl upwards setting off fireworks in your body. 

But- you felt like you were missing... something. 

Lyney must have known what that was because he comes back with an extravagant box cradled against his side. You crane your head to the side, the position of your arms tugging uncomfortably, "Your tools?" You've seen that box design on the stage multiple times. It was usually a part of his grand finale...

He must have seen the anticipation on your face, because Lyney places the box on the side of the bed before leaning over to give you a chastise kiss. "Patience mon amour," he says, making his way down to your pulse point, nipping the skin there. "you’re the main star after all."

You're about to ask 'how' but the words escape you, replaced by a guttural moan as cold vibrated against your clit, leaving you to wither and twist. It was rougher than the way Lyney opened you earlier, leading you to a different type of high. Like you were the one walking the tight rope instead of sitting in the audience. 

"Lyn-Lyney it-it's so goo- good!" You cry. There is nothing to stabilize you with your hands tied up. So vulnerable just for him, and he knows it as he sits up to focus on your pussy. Now adding his fingers to the mix, opening you up, ready for you to gush over him.

You feel yourself almost careening off the edge, the bud in your stomach turning into a knot ready to explode as you kick your feet into the bed, hips buckling. Tears are budding in your eyes as Lyney's fingers quicken. He tightens his hold on the vibrator as he presses it deeper and- You're in free fall. 

Your heels push against the bed, arching your back as you careen over the edge, the strain of the handcuffs against the headboard. Squeezing against Lyney's fingers. You swear you can feel the stitches in his leather gloves with how lost in pleasure you are. 

You swear you see the same fireworks spark across the ceiling as you come down from your high. You're not lost yet, as Lyney taps against your cheek, wet and sticky, mixing with your sweat. "Why, it almost seems like you are magic today. Look." And as you look down, you blush as he reenters his fingers into you. You jolt a bit at the feeling. 

A second later he is lifting his hand up slowly and you see your slick attached to his hand, growing longer and longer as he lifts his hand up till the line of bliss breaks over your stomach. You be even more mortified if you were lucid enough. 

"Now, should we have an encore?"