#peak lore

[princessofmerchants]

It is going to be years until we get the full story (most likely in ACOTAR6), but given all the world-crossing lore we got in HOFAS, I cannot wait to get the story behind the sibling trio of Koschei, the Bone Carver, and the Weaver.

[genericpuff]

People say the Hera fertility goddess design looks good and while I'm not gonna stomp on anyone who has that opinion I will respectfully disagree and raise you this instead-

[glassrunner]

ELDEN RING

The Cursed Children of Marika and Radagon

[starflungwaddledee]

did you remember to leave space for all your phantom limbs?

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ kirbytober 2024 #03 ★⋆ miracle // phantom // magic

[lorelune]

(minors dni || jing yuan x reader || wc: ~1.6k || tw: smut, mommy kink @ jing yuan, afab reader with no gendered language used, light choking, some internalized shame for reader)

you slip up.

it’s an accident— really. it is. you don’t mean to say it.

you’re not in your right mind, notably. jing yuan has eaten you out to completion so many times, you've lost count. your thighs ache from the marks he’s left there, innumerable. his mouth still tastes like you as he kisses you.

he's fucking you now, though. slow and deep. each thrust is like a punch to your insides. it’s overwhelming. it’s too much— way too much, but the idea of stopping has you tearing up and begging for more of him, rather than less. harder. deeper. so you’ll ache for days.

jing yuan delivers, he always does. he looks so pleased as he fucks you, breathing heavily himself, nearly purring from on top of you about your state. the tone of his words hits you, makes you wetter and tighter around him. the content of his words, however is lost on you. you’re too gone. your mind is mush. you nod when he tells you too, when he tells you what you are. tells you who you belong to, who you wouldn’t dare leave—

you’re good. he says you are, you think. you’re his good, sweet things so you nod and raise your legs when he asks you. he throws your ankles over each of his shoulders, kissing your ankles. its sweet. you’re so well-cared for.

he unsheathes himself, and teases your hole with his tip. honey gaze sliding to meet yours through the haze.

"you want this, don't you?"

"uh-huh." you feel like you're floating. like you're going to die if he doesn't put his cock back inside of you. you nod dumbly, vigariously.

he hums, pleased, "you want this so badly, don't you?"

"i d-do—"

you do, you do, you do. you try and press closer; the angle is wrong for it. you whine and strain regardless because you need him, you need him—

he hushes you when you struggle, petting over your cheeks with a warm look in his eye. so sweet to you, caring, attuned and attentive like always and it's fucking ruining you.

"can you say please?" he says cheekily.

you know he's not expecting your response. you aren't either.

"p-please, mommy."

your own voice is foreign in your ears. jing yuan's eyes widen, enough to give you pause in your state. you lag, then fucking realize what you just said—

(a moniker for a kink that you keep tucked away in your most shame-filled pornography pile. a list of rotting links containing beautiful women with shapely chests taking care of a fragile little thing, cooing and kind and condescending in a way that makes you feel literally insane. every time you dare to indulge, you cum on yours fingers or against your vibrator so hard you nearly black out. then cry. or both at the same time.)

horror overtakes you. the reverie, the spell of lust and arousal feels broken as you tune into jing yuan's expression. he's. processing. clearly.

you fucked up.

you start stuttering out apologies, voice still shaking with breathlessness with fear churning into it. embarrassment and shame stick to your ribs and you can feel your voice tremble, rapidly approaching the precipice of full on tears.

before you can slink away and hide in the en suite for the rest of your life, jing yuan is grabbing your hips, dragging you back into place. pushing you down so you can't squirm away, or squirm much at all. he stares at you, tilting his head. fluffy hair falls in a halo around his cheeks, his ribbon having been tossed aside hours ago.

without speaking, he cups your cheek in one hand and pets you with his thumb. the way one would a tiny kitten. you lean into the touch without thinking, and before you can continue to spiral and feel like death about accidentally calling your partner a name you reserve for your own light night maturbatory session, one that you can only let yourself muffle into a pillow that you bite between your teeth—

jing yuan says, "do you like that?"

"... l-like what?"

he chooses his words carefully, but his tone is still so gentle, "me, being your mommy."

you're going to die. "jing yuan—" you bury your face in your hands. "you're trying to kill me."

"not at all. just clarifying." he leans closer. folding you in half. his soft, ample chest is up against yours. "do you like the idea of being my baby, dear?"

he coos it. talks down to you in his tone and rubs along your lower lash line as he does. he doesn't let you turn away or escape the question. even as your stomach churns.

you sniffle. "i— um—"

"remember to be honest." he grip drifts, and he massages over your sternum. the pressure makes you feel light-headed and floaty all over. "i'd hate to have to put you over my knee so soon. just tell mommy how you feel?"

he's going to fucking kill you.

he squeezes around your throat. his cock (still hard, maybe even harder, purpling-tip) brushes up against your clit.

you come.

he's not even inside you and you come with a sound that's something between a sob and his name, and your vision speckles at the edges. you grab his shoulder, blindly, squeezing and searching because oh my fucking god— your brain must be coming out of your ears as your cunt flutters around nothing, your legs twitch against jing yuan's shoulder.

he shushes you as you come. the high is too much, it's all too much, but he's cradling you within the sensation so well that it's okay. everything's okay and the sensation is so horribly relieving that you do cry, properly, within a few heaving breaths.

jing yuan's good to you as you do. you can't see the hint of mischief in his eyes, but it's there as he pets down your chest, you waist and hips. eventually, to your cunt, where he places a wide, scalding hand over your navel.

"i need an answer, baby." he says 'baby' in such a tone that you nearly come again.

"i like it," the words fly from your mouth and you nod, over and over. "i like it so much, i like you so much, please, please, please—"

jing yuan chuckles richly, rubbing over the apples of his cheeks.

"isn't my baby so sweet." he presses his thumb between your lips, then down on your tongue. you drool around it. "you'll be good for mommy then?"

"uh-h-huh." it comes out garbled.

jing yuan looks amused. shame and arousal burn in your gut and you feel so empty.

"can you say it for me?"

you don't even hesitate. "i c-can be good for m-mommy."

"can you now?" jing yuan's laughs, lighter and sweet and genuinely with a maternal ring and you're going to die.

"i can!"

jing yuan pulls back, just enough to reach between your and position his cock so it's notched against your cunt. you sob with the content, clinging to him.

"so sweet." he tells you as he pushes into you. it's too slow for how stretched and wet you are. you need more, but he doesn't give it to you, even as you whine and gasp for it. instead, he holds your jaw, one handed with a silken grin. "dear, i know best. take what i give you now, hm? let me take care of you how you like."

you might actually literally die. you've given the man too much power.

when he bottoms out, he presses against the bruises he made earlier. scrapping against your sweet spot, moving a languid pace that normally, on a regular day, you'd goad him out of. you'd flutter your lashes and speak your own repertoire of sweet words to have him fuck you stupid and filthy and reverent into these same sheets.

now, though? you can't. the only thought in your mind is being good. for mommy, who kisses down your throat and over your chest. who hoists you just right so you're folded in half while he fucks you. the two of you can't be closer than this, and that vulnerability has always terrified you. but in your current state? when you're just being good and letting him care and push you as he sees fit?

it's all okay. it feels so good, you come again. maybe twice more. it's a slow roll that crashes over you and you take it. you take whatever he gives you because it's okay to and you want it.

by the time jing yuan's comes with a broken moan of his own into your neck, you feel cored out. broken in a good way, with your parts slowly being reassembled into a new image. ego death, maybe. or you're being dramatic and jing yuan (mommy, he said he'd be your mommy, what does that mean—) simply fucked you so well that you don't have a coherent thought left. who is to say.

jing yuan rolls you, so you're tucked in his side, beneath his chin.

he exhales, a shaking fragile thing.

"s-so," you own voice scratches from your throat. "should we talk about that—?"

he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cajoling your— lower? "later. enjoy it, dear. can you keep being good for awhile long?"

fuck post-nut clarity. you're immediately back in the depths of whatever budding thing you're actualizing. you nod. cheek pillowed against jing yuan.

he pets your hair and you breath, hot and slow against his chest. the thump of his heart calms you.

as you doze, you hear him laugh, faintly. hopelessly fond like he always seems to be with you, but there's a sweeter edge to it. something new that makes you feel perfectly warm and too hot all at once.

but it's like he said, isn't it? there's time to talk later. question. sort. whatever thing is being awakened can be parsed through after a cat nap.

with cum leaking from between your thighs, and jing yuan's peaked nipples just inches from your face, you drift and enjoy. just like mommy asked you to.

[nat-20s]

People are arguing that Martin Blackwood is a sexy man but not a Tumblr Sexyman and NEED I REMIND YOU that he's the only TMA character that canonically had two versions of himself talking and LOTS of people thought Martin and Also Martin should fuck. If that's not peak fuckin Sexyman right there idk what is

[higgsbison]

*emerges from a tomb, covered in dust* you wont believe the freaks they got down there

[graves-doodles]

So all of these guys I got are just a bunch of LOZ "what if" AU's and Plants is: What if Link was the forest sage?

So he's the forest sage. Always lived in the forest and doesn't have a destiny telling him to leave. So he doesn't leave. He doesn't really like pondering about the outside world, and the thought of other people seeing him makes him real nervous. What's that? How would he know of the outside world if he stays in the forest anyways??

But ah! In canon even the Great Deku Tree knows about hyrule proper, and same here where Link of course knows about the outside kingdom. He even knows about the Princess and her best friend the Gerudo prince, Ganondorf.

In fact, the both of them would visit him ever since they were all kids. Many times they'd come to the forest to spend time with their little forest friend. Zelda, ever the artist, wanted to have a way where they can stay with him longer and came up with the idea of painted flower pots that hold domestic plants for him.

All over the inside of the forest temple and even outside there are tons of flower pots they've pained together. He loves all of them and takes care of all his new plant friends.

The goodbyes are bittersweet knowing they'll visit again, but always knowing Link is alone whenever they're not there. One day they hope Link can join them outside the forest. Maybe on a road trip around the country and share their world with him for once.

But for now he seems very set on staying in the forest and reassures them he's fine and can't wait for them to visit again.

[dont-look-up]

Bleach TYBW Ep 28: Renruki Comedy Hours

[kg-clark-inthedark]

voidkeeper’s voidtober days 3-4 - Company

“They never paid us any mind before, but lately this one follows me. It watches me write. It watches me sleep. It stands over my cot as the stone bursts new fissures through my skin, pairing my screams with its own gravely moans of despair.

An attempt in solidarity? A warning? No matter. The only way to understand the Envisioned’s wisdom is to become one myself. Any day now…

In the meantime I’ve come to appreciate the company as my body grows weaker. Perhaps the Outsider himself granted me this usher. Perhaps in my steadfast suffering, I’ve earned his favor.”

[areyouscaredyet]

theyre watching the american psycho musical

[crowskullls]

Guh… the new Wifies and Kenadian videos are super good, it was such a pleasant surprise watching everything develop into a story. Seeing Kenadian in the background of Wifies’ video for a fraction of a second confused me so much!! I have no idea how I even noticed him!

Kenadian also getting attached to Wifies after insulting him for 20 minutes was really funny. He’s got that pathetic loser boy charm!

[chasing-faith-and-fate]

Moon 16

Pt 1

Moon 15 | Moon 16 p2

[beauh]

[genericpuff]

if you know you know

[insomniphic]

Sloppy comic I did during class yesterday. I hate how it’s formatted but oh well, I only had 40 minutes of free time.

HUMAN TRANSITION!NARRY + @beartitled’s NARRY