#moodboard concept

[scalpelandrose]

Ancient Spirit/Archaeology AU 🔍

A/N: Found some time at last to get to my Ancient Spirit/Archeology AU moodboard! 🔍 The setting for this is the geography of the OP world, but placed in the equivalent of our modern time.

🔍 Premise Below:

Robin is the lead archeologist for an excavation project concerning Ancient Hairong and discovered a hidden tomb a little ways outside the main city after months of research.

(Luffy mostly tagged along, Nami is an environmental archeologist, Franky & Usopp are field tool technicians, Zoro is weapons specialist, Sanji is the dig cook, Brook is a linguistic and acoustic specialist, etc.).

After more exploration, they found 5 chambers containing various artifacts and writings, before encountering a door that seemed to be covered in seals & talismans. Luffy being Luffy, was fiddling with a dragon statue in front of the door and removed a seal with good intentions to ask Robin about it, causing the door to the main tomb to open 😂 That’s how they found the forgotten body of Michelle, an ancient princess who was wrongfully murdered in a power struggle.

Law is a bioarcheologist & Chopper is his intern, and they were waiting to examine the new remains when Robin & Co. brought Michelle back to HQ. However, ever since they arrived in Hairong, Law had been plagued with dreams and visions of a mysterious woman and living in an ancient time, yet whenever he reached out to take her outstretched hand, she faded away.

Michelle’s spirit was not happy at being disturbed, so upon arriving at HQ, she made it known & manifested to terrorize those who woke her back into the world that caused her much agony (to Usopp’s horror), but for some reason, when her eyes fell on Law, she calmed down and disappeared, leading to everyone leaving into his hands to perform a quick examination. He opened the sarcophagus and to his surprise, found Michelle’s corpse in near-perfect condition, save for the black hollowness where her heart should be. He realized that she was the one who haunted his dreams.

When he sees her again in his dreams that night, she pleads him to help her find peace and closure to pass into the afterlife. This kickstarts a forensic archeology journey for the team, taking them across the country in search of her missing heart and some lost relics, which caused them to run into unsavory characters, like robbers, individuals who perpetuate that she was a traitor, and even the mastermind behind her downfall who was still pulling strings in the country, having consumed the fabled fruits of longevity. During the journey, Law learned through records surviving revisionist purges that he was Michelle’s cherished guard & lover in his past life (yet she didn’t tell him, bc they exist on different planes of being). They grow closer & savor intimate moments with another, before everything is settled, allowing her to pass onto the afterlife, which was bittersweet for Law, who felt much heartache.

A month later, Robin informs him that they hired a forensic specialist for their department team, seeing that they needed one after the previous fiasco. To his pleasant shock, a woman with Michelle’s exact face greeted him & he had a mind not to scoop her into his arms. However, once they were alone & she was settled in the desk across from him, she quietly says, “I’m sorry I took so long to come back to you…Law.”

——————

Tag List: @jazminetoad

[messyoungie]

stop ignoring yourself, you’re meant to live.

[webbluvrsugar]

being Rafe’s little trophy wife is… a hell of a journey.

Marrying this man wasn’t the first thought you had in mind, not by a mile, he was crazy, — that’s what everyone else said, that he was a psychopath with anger issues and that he didn’t care about anyone else but himself — but as soon as you saw that this man was making big figures every year, you couldn’t help but lean into the offer, he needed a wife, wouldn’t hurt to play into the part and live into the luxury life he would offer even if you didn’t know him.

So now there you were, on a date in the dining table of a fancy restaurant he planned and reserved and that somehow, he managed to arrive late to. Sure, you looked a little pathetic with a glass of rosé wine on your hands and waiting for the man to arrive, but when he does, the view is worth the time.

“Sorry doll, meeting ran late.” He sits down in front of you, the waiter looks at you with a surprised expression as if he thought your date wouldn’t show up, you smirk through the corner of your lips.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him, putting down your glass. “I ordered some wine if you don’t mind?” You ask, he scoffs at you as if a bottle of rosé wine would make him go bankrupt.

“Nahh, it’s fine,” he adjusts in his chair, slightly manspreading as he places his hands on the table before looking away and calling the waiter with a simple nod. “Have you thought about what you’re eating?” The waiter places the menus down.

“Uhm.. no, I was waiting for you.” You take the menu into your fingers, opening it a hand to fiddle through the pages, he does the same.

“Waiting, huh? So polite, aren’t you?” He’s almost toying with you, even if it’s just a meaningless tease, he still does it, makes you chuckle, he’s been in a few dates like this, but he’s actually interested in knowing you.

“Got to keep up the appearances.” You smile again, taking a sip of your wine, Rafe likes you, that’s a start.

This date is one of the best you’ve been in, it goes smoothly, you both have chemistry with each other, and after you’re tipsy from a few glasses of wine — and him too from his whiskey — he asks you if you want to come back to his place.

Of course you agree.

“Ohhh — fuck.” You whimper as he keeps ramming into you, hips thrusting with fervour into you as he shoves your head into he sheets, large hand firm and smothering you down, his other hand holding onto your hips.

“Shit, you’ll be such a good little trophy wife, yeah?” He smirks, you can practically feel that smirk on you. “A good housewife,” he lets go of your hips and delivers a sharp smack to your ass. “And even a good mom.”

You moan below him, hand clenching on the sheets, almost ripping through them as he keeps moving his hips.

“Don’t even need to speak,” he groans, his hand pulls you by your hair to make your back meet his chest, his lips find your ear.

“I know you will.”

[maybanksprincess]

size kink pt 2!

warnings: mean!jj, smut, rough sex, size kink, mild slapping, finger sucking, daddy kink, neck biting, choking, allusions to aftercare

pairings: mean!dom!jj x thick!reader

requested by @jjmaybankssurfergf i hope you like it sweetheart 💋 (meaner jj has me feral😩)

it was 12:06 at midnight, everyone in the chateau was asleep, but jj just had to get his hands on you. he pushed you down onto the bed of one of the empty rooms, and pinned ur wrists above your head.

his other hand worked to pull your lacy panties off. his grip on your wrists still remaining firm. when he gets them off, he shoves them in your mouth to muffle any protests.

he pulls his cargo shorts and dark blue boxers off, tossing them off to the side. he slaps his hard, girthy cock against your clit, causing you to shudder.

he teases your folds for a moment, before thrusting his cock in slowly. he grabs the back of your plushy thighs and pushes them up to your chest so he can get in deeper.

he leans down and bites your neck to muffle his own groans, he sees some drool trickling down your chin from around the panties, and he yanks them out of your mouth, replacing them with his fingers.

when you gag around his veiny fingers, his dick twitches slightly inside of you.

"dont make a fuckin' sound." he whispers in your ear lowly, before slamming into you roughly, his balls hitting your ass with every harsh thrust.

you try your hardest not to make noise and to be good, because you knew what would happen if you disobeyed him in this moment.

you try to speak around his fingers, earning a slap on your cheek from jj, the sting only doubling your pleasure.

"what did i jus' say, hm? be quiet baby. you dont want daddy to punish you, do you?" he emphasizes his words by, shoving his fingers farther down, making you gag and cough.

when he doesnt get a response, he slaps you again, a little rougher this time. "do you?" he repeats, his words more firm.

you shake your head quickly and mumble a "no." around his fingers, trying not to choke.

jj speeds up, pulling his fingers out your mouth to squeeze your throat. "no what?" he questions.

when you look up at him, you dont see those pretty ocean eyes, you see them replaced with dark blue, lustful eyes.

"n-no daddy." you cough out, your voice raspy and broken from the impact of his fingers and the ringed hand around your throat.

"thats exactly what i thought baby." he says, then removes his hand from around your throat, giving you a second to breathe before shoving three fingers down your throat this time.

he looks down at the big buldge his making between your pretty thighs.

"yur' gonna shut that pretty little mouth f' me, and cum around my dick. can you do that for daddy?" the last part of his sentences has a underlying tone of teasing to them.

"yes daddy." you moan around his fingers. but his pace never falters, he keeps rutting into you, moving your feet on his shoulders, and moving his hand from your plushy thighs to rub your clit as he keeps slamming into you.

"mm look at her squeezin' my cock like that. looks like shes turned on by daddy bein' mean, hm?" he adds with a smirk.

he chuckles darkly, as he watches you still whimper lowly around his fingers. not long after, the band in your stomach snaps, all the pressure leaving your body, and soaking his cock.

he leans down and bites your neck to muffle his groans as he cums inside you. little "mm"s and "ahh"s vibrate against your neck, for a few moments before he pulls out of you with a pop.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and admires the fucked out look on your face. the mascara dripping down your squishy cheeks almost makes his cock stir to life again, but he refrains himself.

he squeezes your thigh, and presses a firm kiss to it before getting up. "cmon sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up. maybe ill give you a reward for being so good and quiet for daddy."

[bloomingsalma]

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

[zyafics]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron x sex addict!reader 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

for my upcoming series: all american sinners

blurb when a coke addict and a sex addict falls in love; what could go wrong? spoiler alert: everything.

note: this will be my next project after i finish play fake ᰔᩚ

[starkeyisthelastname]

recent pictures you can find in wifey’s camera roll. 🍷 😍

[bloodibambiidoll]

Nerdy!Perv!Rafe x OF!Reader ⟡ coming soon ⟡

Shout out @rafeyscurtainbangs for the pics of Eugene and also helping me come up with this idea in the first place ♡

[landofmoa]

Do what’s best for your soul. Fuck anything else.

[summerstarxzx]

this genre of park sunghoon 🤍

[rafey-baby]

hunter!rafe x snow white!reader moodboard

[scalpelandrose]

Lanterns in the Snow (Beastman AU)

Songs to set the tone: Pomogi Mne/Help Me (Gorod 312) | Gravity (Zlata Ognevich)

A/N: I’m very, very, very overdue posting this AU having conceptualized this last year, but I am happy to officially add this now to the AU collection 😂 This 1 holds a special place, being a means to write an allegory of trusting in one’s instincts, exploring human connection to nature, & as always, evaluating how justice can be realized for the disserved. Part of a collab with @/starrybrujita & @fireflykaizoku 💙

Summary Concept (1st POV):

I come from a solitudinous town situated between two mountains, defined by its ambition to conquer the natural elements. Tales of “Ghost of the Mountains” taking the form of snow leopards & deadly beastmen were often told around fires in a string of cautionary anecdotes. Yet, to me, the snow leopards’ sentence to a barren landscape in attempts to atone for something they never committed in their current life sounded lonely.

The tales, along with my fascination for herbal medicine, only bolstered my frequent visits to town edge and even outside its walls and even though sightings of snow leopards were extremely rare, from the stories, I grew to respect their reclusive tenacity and a curiosity grew in me regarding those who were half-beast and half-man, due to carrying intense feelings to their graves in their past lives. I felt most free while scouting for plants, such as feverfew, milk vetch, or any that were suitable for patient needs, and in moments where it was only me against the backdrop of forests and mountains, I felt most comforted. Since I was typically alone, I’d sing out into the unknown and draw some pictures in the snow at my leisure; yet I was unaware that I had a watcher the entire time. As someone who was drawn to knowledge, I was an outspoken advocate for having the money we recently acquired from integrating other towns to go towards open & unprejudiced education and healthcare, instead of the coffers—but of course—I was met with heavy opposition for those who wanted pocket money.

Eventually, it was time for a coming-of-age ceremony for a councilman’s son, where he would hunt a beast with a ceremonial bow on horseback, while every eligible youth in town were required to attend. However, it was a harsh winter, so Law happened to be prowling closer to the town than usual for food & despite calculating when he would sweep up leftovers from camp, he was spotted and the chase began. Horrified, I grabbed a horse from nearby the medic tent to race along & cut off the hunting party, emphasizing that killing a snow leopard would mean the sins they embody would transfer to their killer and thus bring ruin to the town*, but no one listened & Law was severely wounded, before an emergency pulled everyone back to town. I secretly stayed behind & found a cave where I could tend to him, with some gauze, antiseptic, witch hazel, and tundra roses to stop the bleeding. To ease his pain, I sang to him & told him stories to lull him to sleep. I remained with him for 3 days, before leaving a hefty bag of food I collected to sustain him until he fully recovered.

Life seemed to be normal when I returned, save for new encounters with mystery paw prints in the snow where I often frequented and herbs that only grew deep in the mountains. However, 2 years later, I was brought in for questioning for poisoning an elder. My brief absence during the ‘emergency,’ involving the poisoning of that very councilman’s wife in the middle of the hunt, followed by an aptitude for apothecarium and poisons, made the perfect opportunity for a few political enemies to try to frame me. I was tried, declared guilty on trumped up evidence, & sentenced to ritual execution. They blinded me with fire & left me in the tundra, for the gods to exact their wrath—or rather— to rot or be eaten, but, before the elements or other beasts could claim me, Law detected a sharp scent of distress through the flurry of snow and rescued me…taking me deep into the mountains, so no one could disturb us.

Initially, I felt frustratingly helpless and useless, having relied on my eyes for most of my life, but Law patiently nursed me & guided me through surviving the wild, through helping me tune into my other senses. He became my eyes, taking me by my uncertain hands and describing all before me in vivid detail, to where my imagination desired nothing more. Surprisingly, he also had a log of medicinal plants and methods, so after he found me a walking cane, we frequented outside his den to look for whatever either of us fancied. All he asked in return was that I continued to tell him stories and any histories I knew. At times, it felt like we were the only 2 beings in the world, especially on blizzard nights when the fire could not keep, and we clung to the other for warmth.

Later, before the spring equinox, I learn that Law had lived without a family, since he was a cub and suffered instances of bestial berserk in a path to atone for his past life’s sins, which he was still trying to decipher. Feeling my heart ache for him in knowing the deep isolation he felt and that he was another being who felt wrongfully repenting for something out of their control, I offer to be his pillar and friend in his quest, to the best of my abilities. In our time together, I help Law to absolve himself of any sins he carries from his past-life and he helps me learn to trust my instincts on a nuanced level. Hand-in-hand, and careful touch-by-touch, the world opened anew to us & our companionship transformed into love. He eventually found a way to restore my sight & I free him of his burdens. As for the town, let’s say that it wasn’t Law & I who faced the wrath of wintry gods, but they for exacting fabricated justice and attempting to make nature bow to them. (It’s another long story when we cross paths with them again).

(And of course, we end up having cubs of our own with a tranquil life amidst the wondrous mountains.)

————

*in Nepalese legend, killing a snow leopard transfers the ‘sins’ they carry onto their murderer. Even now, poaching snow leopards is illegal, especially in Central Asia

Tagging: @jazminetoad, @undercoverweeeb

[icanseethefuture333]

Campus Hottie📓💒

[webbluvrsugar]

sweet little things trophywife!reader does for Rafe (and what he does to pay her back)

cw: buttstuff, domestic stuff, no use of y/n

When rafe comes back from his hardworking job, all tired and spent, you make sure he has a nice bath prepared, sometimes there’ll be rose petals, things you don’t need to do because you’re only there to be pretty and Rafe doesn’t want you to work at all, but he’ll take it — he’ll also let you ride him while he’s in the tub, sometimes he’ll also lazily thrust up into you so you can cum quicker.

When he buys you some nice shoes or a nice bag, you always get on your knees to thank him with your lips, you’ll stay there until he’s tired of hitting the back of your throat, — usually takes a while — it’ll be all sore by the morning.

You’ll ask the cooks not to make anything often because you’ve seen a recipe that you’ve been wanting to try, you take full control of the kitchen — sometimes it tastes like shit and he’ll insult you to your face, when you whine and cry about it, he’ll make it better by eating you out.

The one thing that you do know how to make is sweets, you’ll slide a few of your cookies in his lunchbox so he gets a nice surprise, he loves them, will give you a good fuck when he gets home.

When he has at home meetings and you manage to not bother him the whole time, he’ll eat out your ass to reward you for the good behaviour.

You prepare his outfits for work, he tells you countless times that he doesn’t need you to but lowkey likes it, will kiss you hard afterwards for ‘no goddamn reason’ — “What? Can I not kiss you no more?”

When he sees you being a little more domestic and doing some tasks like briefly cleaning his desk or working on your gardening, he’ll pat you in the ass — if you bend down anytime, he’ll spank you.

Gets you nice dresses for the family dinners you have to attend, you prove his parents you turned out to be the perfect wife, when he sees you getting along with his dad, he gets so turned on he fucks you in the back of his car.

If you’re feeling extra dirty, you’ll give him a little lap dance and a strip tease — he’ll fuck you doggy and thumb at your ass.

And finally, when you call him “Rafeyyy” as he messes up your makeup, he’ll make it even worse by giving you open mouthed kisses.

[maybanksprincess]

im your baby

WARNINGS: a little angsty, fluff towards the end, cussing, mentions of sophia, insecurity, reassurance, alcohol consumption, suggestive-ish, mentions of marriage.

lias note — requested by my lovely mootie @rafenroostersgirl, this ask was so amazing and I loved writing about it! im not the best at angst so please excuse any mistakes :( thank you so much for the request. go read her ask here!

pairings: crybaby!reader x rafe cameron

Rafe came to the bar to get a little tipsy and forget about his problems for a while. Ward had been up his ass for what felt like the longest, he had plenty of contracts at home waiting for him to sign, lots of business deals to seal, and on top of everything, he had to deal with your clinginess.

It was very often that you'd get clingy and always want to be around him, but he was a busy man, he'd never dealt with anyone wanting to cling to him, so it was difficult to adjust to. He was used to always being alone, or too busy to think about anything else but what he was working on.

This whole relationship thing was new to him, so naturally he isn't a very touchy-feely guy, and wants his own space, but you were the exact opposite. You always wanted hugs or attention, constantly pulling on his arm or clinging to his side.

he was honestly used to hooking up with girls and leaving the second after, until he met you. Something about you struck his interest, something he couldn't ignore. But geez, no one told him how exhausting it was to have a girlfriend.

On top of everything, he would get strange glances, and cruel words spread over the island about him all because he's dating a Pogue. no kook dates a Pogue. Out of everyone on the island, you'd sort of figure Rafe would be the one to be telling someone else that. But no, he was actually the one in love with a Pogue. Someone who came from the cut. How embarrassing for him....

as he's lost in his thoughts, he's suddenly interrupted by a sweet voice coming from behind the counter. He puts his drink down on the table, his movements slightly sluggish from the bit of alcohol he'd already consumed. he tilts his head up to look at her, taking in her toothy smile, and bartender uniform that she has on.

his thoughts are interrupted once more when she looks down at him, speaking softly "are you okay?" she asks, with a gentle and concerned look, while whipping up a drink for another customer sat at the bar.

he nods his head vigorously, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. he peels his eyes back open and look up at her behind the counter, "yeah 'm fine. jus' a real shitty night." he says, lifting the cup back to his lips.

she tilts her head, gently trying to press the issue, seeing that he was stressed and upset. "Do you want to talk about it?" she says, picking up the cleaning supplies for the counter. his eyes study her, watching as she cleans off the counter, his pupils dilated.

he ponders on the question in his drunken mind for a moment before replying, his words slightly slurred. "yeah, yeah. can i get another one of these though?" he says, raising his glass.

she nods, grabbing the glass out of his shaky hand, pouring the alcohol into it, waiting for him to speak when he's ready. after a few moments, the buzzed blonde lifts his head again, looking up at her.

"My girlfriend, she's just so annoying..." he starts, "I mean she always wants to be next to me, huggin' me and shit." he says, waving his hand and rolling his eyes. he snatches the half empty glass, bringing it to his lips once more, taking a long sip, his words slurred, and voice unsteady.

he swallows the liquid with a loud gulp, turning to narrow his eyes at the brunette once more. "im not used t' that, y'know? its all new to me..." he says, a hint of vulnerability behind his words.

---

Rafe had been ignoring you for a few days now, figuring out ways to end the conversation faster, trying to avoid your affectionate gestures, staying out later, being too busy with work to hangout, it was starting to make you feel like he was seeing someone else.

you looked at his shared location, driving to the location it showed to you. taking a deep breath, you step out of the car, entering the crowded bar. you fiddle with your hands shyly as you walk around to find the buzzed man.

When you finally spotted him, you almost felt relieved, until you saw him talking to the pretty brunette behind the counter, her smile making your insides churn. You came to a halt, hesitating for a moment, before continuing to walk over to him.

you reach out with shaky hands, tapping his shoulder softly, the familiar feeling of the tears starting to form in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

He sees the tears forming in your eyes and he immediately feels a sense of protectiveness and guilt, pulling you to his broad chest, giving you a hug the best he can in his drunken state. he knows better than to say anything, so he waits for you to speak.

"Are you seeing someone else?" you hiccup through the tears, not daring to bring your head away from his chest, soaking his shirt with your salty tears. he shushes you softly, cradling your head like you were the most precious baby in the world.

"no, no, no, hey, 'm not cheating." he slurs, the strong scent of alcohol on his breath making your nose turn up in disgust, but he doesnt seem to realize.

the tears continue to spill looking from him to the lady pouring drinks for people, silently sizing her up, figuring out how she was better than you. Rafe grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head so he can look you straight in the eye.

even if he was drunk, he really loved you and he wouldn't cheat. no matter how sensitive, clingy, impatient, and poor you were, he knew who his girlfriend was. And for you he was willing to try and change his ways.

he grabs your hand in his bigger one, intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the bar and to his car that costed more than your life.

he cups your cheek in his large hand, the coolness of his ring hitting your damp skin as he looks down at you with soft, vulnerable eyes that are reserved for only you. "Baby you gotta believe me when I say I only want you." he pleads, using the pads of both his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

you sniffle and nod, soaking up his reassurances, and leaning into his soft touches. you knew despite rafe's rough exterior, he was trying to change. and you wanted to be there for him.

"I know..." you mumble softly, pulling him into a tight hug, making up for all the lost time. "Just promise you won't try to hide your feelings anymore. when things get bad at home, you can talk to me."

"i know," he says on the verge of his own tears. "Which is why I wanna marry you... I wanna be with you the rest of my life." a few tears fall from his blue eyes as he speaks.

he pulls away from the hug to slip his gold signet ring off his finger, staring at it for a moment before grabbing your left hand, slipping it onto your ring finger.

"I don't have a wedding ring on me right now," he chuckles in between his happy, drunken tears, "but for now, I want you to have this." he says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the ring on your finger, his lips lingering for a few moments.

you open your mouth to say something, but you didn't know what to say. you pull him into another tight embrace, sighing softly in relief of being in his arms again, admiring the ring on your finger that was once on his.

"I love you so much, Rafe." You say, even though you could barely speak through the intense emotions that were flooding through your veins.

"I love you too, sweetheart. and I'm gonna be the man you need, the man that you deserve. you hear?" he says, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, picking you up with ease, pressing kisses to your neck.

a mischievous grin spreads across his face, nibbling on your neck. "gotta bring y' home and make it up to you. huh baby?" he grins.

[princesswony]

Self Care Habits

• don’t judge others if you don’t know them personally.

• appreciate the little things

• compliment yourself daily

• change self-destructive behaviors

• let go of things or people that disturb your peace.

• write your thoughts down in a journal

• love your body and take care of it

• eat healthy or nutritious foods