#on a personal note

[peasant-player]

Elrond with dramborleg

"His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars."

This drawing was for @armenelols and @polutrope post about elrond using a family heirloom "dramborleg".

Oh boy I had so much fun.

My main thought while painting this was " what would be different about elrond?"

And the answer is alot but a the same time nothing.

Elrond is in a way a sad character he kind of lost everything and the only constance in his life is the heralded past of his ancestors/family and friends.

He almost can't remember his parents but he can read about them even maglor is ,despite being a kindslayer, described as strong imposing and a mighty warrior.

His own brother,who chooses mortality,is a revered king!

This elrond that I depicted here is not the lord of Riverdale. Not married yet.

This is a elrond who will stand between evil and his folk.

Just like his ancestors did.

He is holding a legacy of strong unrelenting men who did change the tides of war who done the impossible no one else did before them!.

This is also elrond who found out that his brothers legacy Numenor is at the bottom of the sea - because of sauron.

This is a elrond who becomes a lord for many different kind of elves because he is a different kind of elve.

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

the duet

if you ever feel sick like i have all week, here’s a reminder that deedee magno hall (voice of pearl) & susan egan (voice of rose) covered the rose together. in character. as pearlrose.

here it is. it’s beautiful!

headcanon to connect the rose to pearlrose in the last four or five months of rose’s pregnancy, they had lots of alone time during the day while everyone else was busy. when rose could no longer join the crystal gems on missions, she felt uneasy & sad & of course, pearl noticed. so, pearl stayed back with her, and they spent their afternoons together at the cabin they’d kept for ages. this really was beneficial, as rose couldn’t cook to save her gem but pearl could make her everything she craved. rest was important for rose, especially when she began feeling more weak. still, no matter how she felt, she struggled to fall asleep since she wasn’t used to it as a gem. rose loved one particular song—the rose—and pearl happened to have every word memorized. rose would typically want to nap after lunch so pearl would sing it to her at least once a day, with rose wrapped in the blanket that pearl knitted for her (the rose blanket also has everything that rose loves, patterns with strawberries & fireflies). the rest of the pregnancy went smoothly; rose felt cared for & well fed & well rested & pearl didn’t realize she was also caring for steven.

but time moves very, very fast.

as an infant and toddler, steven has some sleepless nights & bad dreams. remembering that singing helped his mother sleep, pearl starts singing the same lullaby one night, though she doesn’t expect it to help.

to her surprise, steven instantly falls asleep. of course, he recognizes pearl’s voice & lullabies.

garnet suggests that greg’s guitar + pearl singing the rose = optimal steven sleep. this stops steven from having difficult nights altogether.

to pearl, it's worth the pain she hides as she sings certain parts of the song. she’s so grateful that the hardest part to sing comes at the very end. it reminds her of everything they went through on homeworld, the beginning of their new lives together on earth, the pink roses that surrounded them when she confessed her love & fused with her. it’s brought her to tears, but no one really knows because she can easily slip away after.

just remember in the winter, beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun's love… in the spring becomes the rose

[taylorrepdetective]

I know she had era tour but I don’t think I can do it w a broken heart is actually eras tour

I thought of this too. Maybe sometime down under? No way to know, but I did think the line she threw in at the end “Try and come for my job” might have hinted at something. I can read it both ways. As always, we’ll never know for sure. But I think it’s fair to say she has felt this way many times. It reminded me of Katy having to go on stage immediately after having her husband tell her he was filing for divorce. And it’s relatable. We’ve all had to put on a happy face at work and pretend things are fine at home.

[grounded-parasocial]

I am still having so many feelings about the final season of YR and I have been feeling like I don’t have anywhere to put them. It’s like the warm smolder of my obsession has sparked into a wild fire and now it’s too hot to stand near, but I cannot get it under control. I feel so much love, appreciation and pride for this queer love story and the truly magical way it has been told. However, I also feel so much heartbreak and loss both for the suffering in this season and that the show has come to a close. I feel consumed and a little bit embarrassed, but when it really comes down to it, the thing I am struggling with the most is the loneliness/isolation in my real life. It hasn’t really bothered me before that nobody in my life is obsessed with this show (which is still odd to me considering I live in a very queer community, so you would think I could find at least one person irl) and I just want to be IN IT with someone who gets it. I feel like I have a pinball mess of feelings inside of me and everyone is just walking around living life like nothing has happened, but something DID happen!

These thoughts have me thinking about grief- grief is not always associated with death or separation- grief is associated with loss. And if I keep going with these thoughts on grief/loss- everyone’s loss experience is different and personal, but one thing that is a common thread when going through loss, is we need people to see it, “witness it” and be able to hold it. This is why we (therapists) so often suggest support groups for people experiencing grief (different than therapy/treatment groups). In support groups there is space for healing because there is witnessing and story telling and shared experience, with people who understand. There is also safety and trust when you are with others who will not diminish your experience and who will not try to fix it.

One of the other things that is helpful in support groups is all the different perspectives and being able to see people at different points along their journey. You can also see and share in all the different ways people cope and move through- some write, some lean into music, some exercise, some talk, some listen, some take drives, some use humor, some give hugs and some people take a lot of hot showers- but overall it’s community and human connection and those things give us a sense of belonging.

This long ramble leads me to here, on tumblr, this fandom feels like my support group. I’m grateful. It’s the place I dont feel embarrassed, my experience doesn’t feel diminished and it makes me feel like other people “get it”. It’s kinda feels like The Young Royals office is holding support groups in conference room #2.. And have you seen the coping skills (TALENT) in here!

This may be only going out into the void, but if it lands for just one other person, then my point has been made.

Sending y’all a gentle hug 💜

[anths-girl]

I just need to say that...Robert Sheehan is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I've been sort of obsessively watching interviews and videos and just... anything of him, the last week or so, and I am just in AWE.

Because not only is he just breathtakingly BEAUTIFUL (those EYES are literally ethereal?!?), an amazing, versatile, brilliant actor, but he's just also a wonderful person - just...his personality is...I have no words.

He just has NO filter. Like, ZERO. He seriously just says WHATEVER he wants to. He's completely, brutally, HONEST. And, unlike a lot of "celebrities," I think, he's even very honest about himself and his personal life. He just doesn't hide who he is, at all. And I LOVE that. I actually ADMIRE it, so, SO much.

I fucking wish I could BE like that: Just so unapologetically, unequivocally YOURSELF. It's almost been kind of therapy for me, watching him. Because I legitimately CANNOT do that, in my own life. I CAN'T be myself. I have to hide so much of who I am, and what I feel, ALL the time, because of the community I live in (it's very much the torches and pitchforks kind of attitude... 🙄🙄🙄)

But yes...I just want to say...THANK YOU, Robert, for being SUCH a beautiful human being, in this otherwise absolutely shit world, we live in. And I need that kind of thing VERY badly, these days...

[zebedeezing]

Really awful that this even needs to be a thought in my head at all but I’m dreading that if Liam Payne’s death is indeed a suicide, people will make it about ‘cancel culture’ and ‘mob mentality’ and whatever the fuck and dismiss and harass his ex and the women who’ve spoken out about his behaviour recently. Make no mistake regardless this death is shocking and tragic, but the internet is allergic to nuance, feel like its gonna get pissed away, all the allegations made ‘nought’ or excessive or all equates to harassment and bullying. It’s gonna become a talking point about fucking ‘wokeness’. Any victims who’ve stepped forward, they’re gonna hear ‘Didn’t you get your wish? You killed a man’. Jesus Christ.

[athousandotherfaces]

Tonight's quote of the night is, "I tempt with Bunnies"

5 drawn cards later with phycosis crawler on my field

"Fuck off"

[punks-never-die205]

Hey 😊, thanks alot. I really enjoy reading your answers. They're so much fun. 🥰😁 A very different question: would you tell us sth about yourself? I mean your age, your profession (are you a professional writer would interest me) for example and how you get to like the Kid Pirates so much. 😊

Awww how sweet, sure anon - I’m pretty open about my age on my main blog, which is linked in the pinned post for this, so I don’t mind sharing some stuff.

I am an Ancient Internet Being - I was a netizen in 1993, when my dad got a home computer for me for Christmas. AOL was the new big deal, and yeah. It was a time.

Anyway, I was 12 then and I’m 42 now - gonna have a big birthday request bash again this year on the main blog to celebrate hitting 43 this July. (I celebrate my age without shame because “old” is a privilege and I look forward to actually getting there in 20 years)

By day I’m a mild-mannered pun slinging tech liaison of sorts for my team. I do a lot of translating between IT and Business, and I do some tech work too. I have down time at work cause when things compile or meetings stall out there’s not much else to do.

I’m a rock star though, by my boss’ own admission, so I have the great luck of not being stressed and being able to write a bit during work.

I was once a professional writer, but that was… not my best time, honestly. I’m not cut out for it xD I’d rather write fanfic honestly, or do a re-write of my OG story and have it be what I wanted.

Fun fact, I guess, I don’t have a degree of any kind. I was working toward a criminal psychology degree out of high school, dropped out, worked, went back to college to get an IT degree - ended up with cancer, withdrew and spent all my college savings money on surgery instead of school and ended up finding a solid job.

Went back to college a THIRD time, had a 4.0, was rocking being on the dean’s list and then work changed our hours, and I had to withdraw again. (I had 12 credit hours and was working 56 hours a week - don’t do that. It’s fucking nuts.)

Just wasn’t in the cards.

I almost got denied a job because the hiring manager thought no degree meant I wouldn’t be able to compose emails, despite two published books….

But things are good now \o/

Oh! And the Eustass Kid - ah I got into OP April 2022 (my return to fan fic was October 2022 \o/ ) and fell in love with the entire show. My focus moved from Luffy to Zoro to Law at Shabody.

Sir Crocodile coming back in at Marineford got my full and undivided attention, but then I read a reader insert story with Kid in it. Went back and rewatched scenes for him and really paid attention and was hooked.

I loved everything alluded to about him, the personality, the view point he had. Post time skip he bulked out and that voice just grabbed me by the throat.

I couldn’t ignore him xD

Marco, Kid, Crocodile we’re pretty much it, but I love writing so many characters 😄 hell I have like 8 sideblogs to keep all the stories organized.

Kid is a beast of a character though, and I love him, and then I met people because of that and that love grew. Seriously Check out @swampstew - she’s passionate about the crew even more than me and I love what she writes.

@wyvernslovecake has an amazingly cute OC for the crew and lots of stuff about them.

I could list a dozen more, but you asked about me so I’ll reign it in for now. 🥰

[felixir]

I feel like people don't look at my blog before they follow me, they just see that I post things they also like so they follow me for it, then when I post something about Israel or the Jewish community, suddenly they're gone. This is why when I get a new follower, or I see a blog that I think interests me, I like to check them out before I follow back or deem them safe enough to interact with. It's insane out here.

[owl127]

Alpha alpha clexa for the win 🥵 I need to see clexa tear each other's clothes off and sin in their locker room. Can Lexa bottom for Clarke this first round 👉👈

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!

(Ao3) (Previous)

Clarke had hated every single move Lexa had played that entire day.

Except now. As Lexa’s hand sneaked into her shorts, Clarke very much encouraged her by moaning into curls freed from a tight ponytail. The motion sensor light hadn’t turned on as they continued to make out in the dark storage room, their hands wandering. One of Lexa’s legs made its way around Clarke’s hips, and the hand that wasn’t busy inside Clarke’s shorts kept Clarke’s head buried in her neck.

Clarke was curious and confused, but she was also horny, and decided that questions could come later. She sucked hard enough to bruise Lexa’s skin and shivered at the responding moan.

This was insane. A small and receding logic part of Clarke’s brain protested under the onslaught of Lexa’s mouth with valid questions like “Lexa’s a bitch”, “Isn’t she straight?”, but those questions were slowly consumed by “She’s good at a hand job. Also, boobs.”

Clarke grabbed Lexa’s ass and pulled her closer, noticing the lack of the rough material of Lexa’s shorts. Her fingers found soft underwear instead, taut from the erection rubbing at Clarke’s belly. Lexa growled and pulled blonde hair tight for a kiss, swallowing the responding gasp.

“Lexa,” Clarke said when they broke for air, feeling a hand pull down her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She shivered at the exposure, but fingers quickly enveloped her to pump into full hardness. Clarke blinked as she adapted to the low light, but all she could see was a strip of white as Lexa gritted her teeth and continued to touch her mercilessly.

This wasn’t going to last. If Clarke wanted any say on how this would go, she’d have to act fast.

Teeth sank into the pulsing flesh of Lexa’s neck and she yelped in surprise, faltering enough that Clarke pinned her hand to her side.

“What are you doing?” A glint in gray eyes as Lexa spat the question.

“Do you want this or not?” Clarke growled back, not holding the moan as she pushed against the wet patch on Lexa’s underwear.

Lexa huffed, and short nails bit the back of Clarke’s neck, tangling into the small, shaved hairs there. The harsh touch felt marvelous on her sensitive skin, and she pushed into Lexa with more purpose. Lexa wanted it, but it was always this dominance dance with other alphas.

Clarke fucking loved it.

Her teeth found the soft pulp of Lexa’s earlobe, and she thrusted a couple times to make her point across. “What?” Clarke whispered into fresh sweat. “Big, bad captain Lexa doesn’t like to admit she enjoys getting dicked down?”

Clarke grinned for no one to see as Lexa growled at that, fighting the grip she had on her. But Clarke was heavier and had both legs on the ground for support, so she kept Lexa in place, never missing a chance to rub their hardening cocks together as Lexa tried to escape.

“I can feel you getting harder,” Clarke said, going for a kiss that turned into a bite. She moaned at the peak of pain and the taste of blood. “God, Lexa, if you really want to me stop, I will, but—”

The trashing animal that was Lexa went still, and instead she used both legs to keep Clarke in place, a small whine escaping her throat.

Clarke understood and held back a chuckle, holding Lexa up. “It’s okay,” she whispered, the moment suddenly heavy and vulnerable. “I got you.”

That seemed the wrong thing to say as Lexa pulled on Clarke’s hair. “Do you always talk so fucking much?” The heat of Lexa’s breath on Clarke’s quickening pulse made her legs tremble, and she pressed harder into the other alpha.

“Most of the time, yes,” Clarke said, but didn’t stop the slow grind between them. “If you want it hard and dirty, I’m down for that.”

For a moment, Lexa stopped moving her hips, and Clarke was disappointed at the prospect that this would end up in a frustrated jerk off in the shower. But a small lick on her throat made her chuckle. “You’re weird, Woods.” She kissed to ease the sting and completed, “but I’m game. I bet you’re tight as fuck.”

“Can you shut up and get on with it?”

Clarke read the softness behind the words and wiggled a little to get her shorts lower to her knees. She’d need space if she wanted to do this right. And fuck, she wanted to do this right.

It was dark, hot, and Clarke was about to fuck the one teammate she should never touch, but there they were.

After a wet kiss, she spit on what she hoped was her own erection and felt Lexa’s hand guiding her.

“Should I use my fingers first?” Clarke asked, nervousness creeping in as she realized this was indeed about to happen.

“Touch me while I use my fingers,” Lexa said and moaned when Clarke let her other hand go to cup her for the first time. Lexa moaned an octave higher and Clarke just knew she had a finger inside herself.

“Getting ready for me, Woods?” she teased, getting Lexa’s cock out. It felt longer than hers, but Clarke did not dwell on that streak of competitiveness.

“How can you be this insufferable?”

“Fuck, I felt you leaking just now. You like when I talk, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, shut—shut up!”

Clarke laughed and picked up her pace, her hand gliding on Lexa’s pre cum. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” Lexa’s threatening effect was subdued by the way she gasped when Clarke used her thumb to play with her head.

“No, you are about to get full of myself.”

“If you keep this up, I’m calling it off!”

“Sorry,” Clarke said and meant it, leaning to kiss Lexa’s lips in apology. “I’m a little nervous.” Clarke hoped the honesty would calm Lexa down, and not being able to see her reaction, this was the peace offering she could do. Clarke cleared her throat. “You good?”

Lexa nodded, her forehead moving against Clarke’s damp cheek. Clarke held on thin hips and felt herself being guided into warm, welcoming heat. She moaned as she sank in, her hands trembling as she pushed inside.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” Clarke gasped, her hips already starting a rhythm. Lexa’s moan was a mix of a growl and a gasp, but Clarke swallowed it nonetheless with a messy kiss. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” Clarke admitted as she picked up the pace, the shelf behind them banging with their thrusts.

Lexa bit Clarke’s shoulder, all of her holding onto the other alpha for dear life. “So much for your talking.”

Clarke groaned at that, speeding up. If she was going to embarrass herself and come in a minute like a pup, she’d at least make Lexa remember it. Lexa gasped as Clarke pulled her an inch higher, thrusting deeper.

Clarke felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, the tingling in her groins, the clenching of her own entrance. “Lexa, Lexa,” she said between forceful thrusts, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

The nails were back at Clarke’s nape, leaving marks all the way to her back. The idea of Lexa marking her almost pushed her to the edge. Lexa’s skin was so warm against her, and she felt tight and inviting. Their breaths mingled as their kisses lost track, reduced to a single need to meet again and again. The last bit that pushed Clarke to an orgasm so intense it was almost painful was a silky voice in her ear. “Come inside me, Clarke.”

Clarke fell forward, her legs holding to dear life as she came inside the other alpha in one, two, three long thrusts, and when she thought she had emptied herself, Lexa grabbed her chin for a bruising kiss that milked another shot out of her.

They stood in silence, one of Lexa’s legs on the ground, Clarke’s knees trembling. A single moan filled the room as Clarke pulled out, her dick still hard but oh so spent. She rested her forehead on Lexa’s shoulder, breathing in their mixed scents and smiling, completely satiated.

Clarke’s bubble of pure bliss popped as she felt Lexa’s moving shoulder, realizing she was jerking herself off.

“Wait, wait.” Clarke batted her hand away, and Lexa whined.

“Clarke,” Lexa pleaded, and she wasn’t a woman who pleaded. “You came too soon,” she added as a jab, and Clarke was too blissed to feel shame.

“I know.” In one move, Clarke kneeled in front of Lexa, finding her straining cock leaking. She leaned for a lick of their combined fluids seeping down Lexa’s thigh and guided the other woman into her mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Lexa cursed as Clarke sucked on her, and Clarke realized immediately that Lexa was big. But okay, she could deal with that. Her hand pumped what she couldn’t take, and she teased the leaking slit with her tongue before licking the throbbing length up and down. “Clarke,” Lexa warned, and Clarke moaned around her, taking her a tad deeper. “I’m, I’m—” Lexa’s moan was loud as she thrusted into Clarke’s mouth with abandon. At the first jet of come hitting her throat, Clarke tried to pull away, but the same hand that had scratched her back held her firm in place. “Take it, take it, please,” Lexa begged, and Clarke breathed deep through her nose and let the other alpha fuck her mouth as she came in slowly, de-escalating whimpers.

Clarke swallowed what she could, but felt it spilling down her chin as Lexa pulled back. Clarke leaned on her haunches and it kicked in the light motion, and a harsh, white light shove from above.

Lexa’s curls were spread on her face, her eyes blown. She had her jersey, but her shorts were dangling by one foot, her boxer shorts in a shade darker under her softening cock. Her abs shivered, and her eyes closed as a last spurt of come leaked from her cock.

Clarke wondered how she looked like to have that effect on the usually stoic alpha.

With the light, reality set in. Clarke coughed a little, standing on shaking legs. She pulled up her shorts with a hiss, one hand threading through her destroyed braid.

“Lexa,” she started, but she didn’t know what to say. Thank you for the fuck?

“You can go. I’ll clean up.” Lexa pulled her own shorts up with trembling hands. Clarke bit her lips while watching Lexa tuck herself inside her underwear, the taste of her come still vivid in her tongue.

Clarke looked back at the door, at the gear littering the floor, then again at Lexa. God, she was marvelous with that freshly fucked glow.

“Should we… talk?” Clarke said, wincing at the stare Lexa threw back at her.

“You and your talking.” Lexa redid her ponytail with cold efficiency. Clarke watched those fingers work and felt herself respond at the thought of how they would feel inside her.

“I really liked that. Fuck, Lexa, I’m getting hard again just looking at you.”

That caught Lexa’s attention. She swallowed, dark eyes staring down at Clarke’s crotch, and truth be told, Clarke felt herself harden under that stare.

“You’re not half bad.”

“I’d say you enjoyed it quite a lot.”

“Yeah, all 30 seconds of it.”

“Don’t tease me, Woods.”

“I can do better than that.”

Clarke groaned and went for a bruising kiss.

This time, the light didn’t turn off.

[dereliction-if]

shared post for dereliction and @pavedinashes-if

I have some of the most amazing and heart warming Qs in my inbox and cannot wait to answer them soon! You folks are the best. Love y'all!

Thanks for getting me even more excited about my own stories with all your DMs, let it be questions, scenarios, words of encouragements, shared stories from your life...I love them all! even if I don't manage to respond to every single one of them - I am doing my best!

And yes, I also got your naughty ones and I will answer some of them, and some not... I try to keep the more explicit Qs for my PiA IF mostly, as I try to not distract too much from the story of Dereliction atm...but yeah, just how life is and things happen...Havu happened... I wanted to wait for the game release...*shrugs*

[simnes]

hello :) I hope everyone is enjoying Rebirth. I haven't been here for a while and I don't really make gifs anymore (long story short: too much trouble and nasty people). I don't want to abandon my sideblogs though so I have filled the queue of @clotiforever with all recent cloti works I found and will do so for @ff7reunion as well 😊I love to see everyones amazing works! 💕

[grounded-parasocial]

In honor of my one year AO3 anniversary-

To all the fanfiction writers-

Thank you!! A million times thank you! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. I can’t get my brain around how you all do this for fun in your spare time. Your brains are amazing and I will forever be envious and grateful for the gifts you share with us. Whether it is a one shot, a novel or an unfinished piece of work- thank you for ALL of it!

💜

[anths-girl]

Hello, yes, HELP ME I can't fucking SLEEEEEEP!!!!

*Pics not mine, found on Pinterest... *hangs head in shame*

Seriously, though, if any of these belong to you, lemme know to give credit!

Also...PLEASE SHARE YOUR INSOMNIA MEMES! Make something good and funny out of this WALKING FUCKING NIGHTMARE that is currently my life...

[gaylorarchive]

[athousandotherfaces]

His name is Grog, and he is home now ✨️🐶