#shameless moots tagging

[pingledoofus]

Saw a post somewhere here about sharing something you've never shared on Tumblr before, couldn't think of anything at the time and lost the post 🥲

BUT

I do have something to share.

I still love gacha content, since 2018 I have lived off that stuff. I get embarrassed when my (irl) friends go through my YT 😳

Yeah so that was also my intro to FNAF, Undertale and Aus, MHA, ROTTMNT...

It used to be 'oh I'm a kid and this looks cool' to 'this is actually a style of animation and editing is hard, how do you have enough motivation to make 40+ quality videos?!'

Yeah

Gacha kid and probably adult when I become one

[igotsnothing]

@lilamausmaus and @chaoticpixls: Thank you! This counts as a good deed, friends! Of course, it's right back at you both- Jen, for your unique style and characters (NEEERROOO!) and Remi for your edits and ability to curate the most diverse and interesting content around these parts!

It's hard to narrow it down to a few folks; these lists, by their very nature, can also feel exclusive. Here's the rub: if I've liked, shared, commented on, followed, or fawned at your content (you may not realize I did- I'm oddly shy sometimes; I probably did): you are awesome. If you are creating, if you are sharing, if you are here: you are my favorite.

I also want to tag the following people who make my time here better- in addition to the talented peeps mentioned above:

@lynzishell (amazing storyteller, classy human being),

@sirianasims (talent for storytelling and a sense of humor/irony that is elite class),

@agena87 (wildly creative and artistic- a total free spirit),

@alinelie (a lovely storyteller whose images pack a powerful sentimental/emotional punch),

@aurorangen (dreamy, whimsical, lovely stories),

@eljeebee (can I adopt you? You and your sims are so much fun), @miss-may-i (I am very invested in your pixels' happiness), @akitasimblr (talented simmer, queen of the bachelor/bachelorette challenges),

@thebramblewood (super creative storyteller and fellow vampire addict),

@aheathen-conceivably (devastatingly touching stories with a historical background),

@panterabsims (beautiful, haunting, I always want more), @simarcana (the coolest OCs with the best attitude and edits- welcome back!),

@damseljamsel (miss you, cute friend!),

and my dear @greighish (storyteller, writer, reader, thinker, music lover, human extraordinaire).

❤️

i miss simblr but i don't have time to post so i'll start a ❤️ chain! if you're tagged, rb and tag your current favorite simblrs! i'll start 💖

@alxandergoth @acuar-io @virtualfolk @pearlean @farfallasims @sikoi @mwvwv-sims

[tune-on-in-folks]

I was at work all day, so this was written in like an hour. Enjoy the shameless smut.

Tags/Warnings: Valentino has a single line, fingering, p in v, fem!reader, Vox is a little shit, overstimulation, oral, this genuinely makes no sense, porn with some plot. Word Count: 2,068

Vox had an image to uphold. That's what he told you, the reason he gave you, for why his business partners didn't know about you. Why your existence as his significant other seemed moot. So you respected that even if it hurt. Until today, in which you couldn’t help but call out to him as he passed.

Vox was entering a meeting with Velvette and Valentino when he passed by you.

���Vox!” You called, catching his attention.

He turned to you, smiling softly. Forgetting that he was in the presence of the other Vees.

“Hey, babydoll.” He greets, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

Your heart skips a beat, not having expected him to kiss you. You return the kiss, deepening it slightly despite your audience.

“Ohoho, what do we have here?” Valentino’s voice broke through the spell Vox had cast on you.

Velvette smirked, “seems to me that Vox has something he hasn't told us.”

Vox pulls away, his eyes wide with panic as he realizes he just kissed you in public. Not only that, he kissed you in front of the other Vees. He straightened up, brushing off his suit. He looked from you to the other two Overlords, back to you again.

He leaned in, “When I’m done with this meeting I expect an apology.”

You were about to object but he closed the door to the office behind him. You scowled, glaring at the door in annoyance. Why should you have to apologize to him? He was the one who kissed you! Thoroughly annoyed, you head back to your own office to finish up your work for the day.

You stretch, having been typing up a report for the last hour. You hit submit, feeling satisfied you had gotten tomorrow’s work done ahead of time. You thought back to a little bit ago, Vox having kissed you. You were still miffed that he wanted you to apologize. You pack up your stuff for the night, heading towards the elevators. Your VoxTek issued apartment awaiting you a few floors up.

You open your door, setting down your bag before kicking off your shoes. You go further into the apartment, stopping as you see Vox pacing impatiently in your living room. He turns to you as you enter, his long strides eating up the space between the two of you.

“Hello-omph!” You try to greet your lover only for him to slam his lips against yours.

Vox’s hands made quick work of your belt, unzipping and unbuttoning your pants. He pulled them down your frame, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you.

“V-vox!” You gasp, watching him settle onto his knees in front of you. “What are you-?”

He spreads your legs, meeting your gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust. You gulp, already feeling yourself getting wet at how forward he was being.

“Is this..because of earlier?” You ask slightly hesitantly, unsure of how to take his actions.

He spreads your legs slightly more, keeping a strong grip on your hips as he leans forward. You gasp, your eyes fluttering as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“Half an hour…” He mutters against your skin, “I had to endure their relentless teasing for half an hour.”

You bite your lip, your eyes on him as he leans in again, sucking your clit into his mouth. You moan softly, unable to keep it in as he laps at your slit. Your breathing was getting slightly heavier, confusion running through you.

“Baby?” You manage to breathe out, slightly concerned for him.

Vox doesn’t respond, his mouth closing around your clit again. His fingers slip inside of you, curling up into your g-spot. You whine, your eyes closing.

“Oh fuck.” You whisper, feeling an orgasm steadily climbing. “Fuck, Vox.”

He hums against you. “For every insult I’m going to give you an orgasm.”

You gasp, “you… you kissed me!”

Your objection was solid. After all, he had been the one to initiate the kiss. As far as you were concerned, he still wanted you to apologize for earlier. His fingers quicken, his mouth never letting up against your clit. Your moans were getting louder, the pleasure building.

The coil snaps, sending you off the edge, your release coating his screen. Vox removed his fingers, lapping up your release. His tongue replaced his fingers, fucking into you.

“Oh fuck, that’s not fair!” You object, your eyes fluttering open. “Your tongue is unfair. Actually, this whole thing is unfair!”

He smirks against you, having to pull back to reply, “You’re right. I kissed you.” He finally acknowledges.

“Thank-” A moan interrupted your words as he closed his mouth around your clit again, his fingers slipping back inside you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and his continued assault wasn’t helping as you steadily climbed up towards a second release.

“Vox!” You whine, grinding down against his face and hand. “I shouldn’t be getting punished for your mistake!”

He hummed, the vibration from it sending you off the edge again. Your walls spasmed around his fingers, not letting them go as he tried to pull them away. Your body relaxed enough to release him after a moment. He stood, his hands reaching for his pants. You wobbled slightly, reaching out to grasp his biceps to keep yourself upright.

“Is this a punishment?” He challenged, shoving his pants down, his boxers following.

You swallow, your eyes falling to his cock. “You kissed me.”

You could only repeat the truth, helpless as he guided you back towards the couch. You were confused, unsure if he wanted you to apologize or not. But his asking you if this was a punishment had you confused.

 He pulled you into another desperate kiss, before turning you around and bending you over the edge of the couch. He positioned himself between your legs, sinking into your dripping wet folds. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him made you whimper, your hips rolling back against him.

“Yes I did.” He acknowledges again, rolling his hips slowly.

“I… I shouldn’t be getting punished for the teasing you endured. You brought that onto yourself.”

He chuckled, his pace growing a little bit quicker, relishing in the way your walls squeezed around his cock. “And I ask you again, babydoll. Is this punishment?”

You grip the couch tightly, your eyes squeezing shut again as he begins to pound into you from behind. Your ability to think was being affected and he knew it too.

“Vox.” You moan softly, the sounds of him pounding into you filling the room.

“Yes, doll?” He asks, his hand slipping around you so he could rub at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out.

He leaned forward, resting his head against your shoulder as he fucked you, his eyes fluttering shut at how tightly your walls squeezed his cock. He thrust up as you leaned forward, still shaking from your second release. His cock hit right against your g-spot before brushing even deeper inside you. The sensation sent you rolling into another release, your body overly sensitive.

He hissed through clenched teeth as he fucked you through it. “Shit baby, you’re so tight.”

You could only moan in reply, your arms collapsing beneath you. Vox’s pace quickened, his hips slapping into you hard and rough.

“Oh damn…” He groaned, pressing as deep into you as he could as he came.

He stilled after a moment, catching his breath. In the momentary reprieve you caught your own breath, thinking that he was done. Vox shifted, pulling you up with him.

“Shit… fuck… oh!” You gasp, your eyes widening as his cock slid ever deeper inside you.

You could feel him getting hard again, his hand wrapping around your throat. Your back was pressed against his chest, his breathing slightly ragged.

“This isn’t punishment, doll.” He mutters, beginning to fuck you once again.

The sensation was sinful, unlike anything else you had experienced. “Vox, please.” You whimper, “I’m too sensitive.”

He pressed a kiss against your cheek, his pace speeding up again. “Oh yeah? Then use our safeword.”

You groan, annoyance flaring through you despite the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Ass…hole.”

He laughs, the sound crisp and captivating, making your walls flutter around his length. You bite your lip, your hands moving to hold onto his arm. You press his hand a bit tighter around your neck, moaning at the sensation of him squeezing it lightly.

“Shit, baby, you like that?” He asks, knocking your legs wider.

You moan, nodding as all rational thought leaves your brain. His thrusts pick up, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at a blur. His other hand wraps around your waist, slipping in-between your legs to rub at your clit. You gasp, crying out at the sensation, your body yelling in discontent as you cum yet again. Tears bite at the corners of your eyes, a sob escaping your chest. Vox was slamming into you, fucking you like his very life depended on it.

“Please.” You sob, your tears falling down onto his hand as he squeezed your neck softly.

Vox waited, expecting you to use your safeword, “One more baby. Can you do one more?”

You shake your head, your legs giving out from underneath you suddenly.

“Fuck.” Vox hissed, his grip tightening around you to keep you upright.

He was chasing his own release, torn between stopping for your sake, and cumming again. You still hadn’t used your safeword, which he was listening eagerly for, afraid he was pushing you too far.

“We can stop-”

You shake your head again, your nails digging sharply into his arm. Despite the overstimulation, you didn’t want him to stop.

“No…” You whimper, walls squeezing around him again. “More…”

Vox’s eyes widened, but he kept his pace. He wondered if your body was too tired to give you another orgasm. His hips stuttered as he approached his incoming release.

“Come on baby, give me one more.” He murmured, his fingers circling your clit with a feather light touch that had your walls jumping around him. “One more to celebrate us, hmm?”

You whine, his touch too much as you crash into a final orgasm.

“Fuccck, just like that!” Vox praised, slamming into you a final time as he came again.

He pulled out of your pussy a moment later, his hand dropping from your neck. His seed leaked from you, dripping onto the floor. Vox stepped forward, picking you up into a bridal carry before you could fall.

He carted you to your room where he laid your exhausted body down onto your bed. Your eyes closed, exhaustion dragging down on you, making you sleepy. He left the room, returning a moment later to clean you up. The warm wet rag had you crying out, his gentle touch too much.

“Shhh… We’re done, baby. You did so good for me.” He pulls away, tossing the rag somewhere as he climbs into bed with you.

You were faintly aware of Vox taking off the rest of your clothes, his own following. He pulls you into his arms, allowing you to nuzzle against him.

He was quiet for a moment before asking, “How do you feel about letting the entirety of Hell know?”

“Hmmm?” You whine, not sure what he was talking about.

He clarified quietly, “About us, doll. I figured, I love you so much that I don’t care that Valentino and Velvette know. Hell, I don’t care that they were teasing me as ruthlessly as they were. Because I know that you’re mine.”

“Too much talking.” You mutter, half asleep against him. “Tell me tomorrow.”

He chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face. He presses a kiss against your forehead.

“I was just saying, I love you.”

You hum again, just on the edge of sleep, “I love you too.”

Vox watches you for a few moments, noting how your body relaxed against him. Your breathing slows as you fall asleep. He closed his own eyes, pulling a blanket over the both of you. He would ask you again tomorrow, and apologize for pushing you as far as he did. He decided he’d take you out on an official, public, date to make it up to you. Especially since you still seemed confused. He chuckled, smiling to himself as he fell asleep.

[vividiana]

tastes like she might be the one

pairing: Astarion x f!Dark Urge · word count: 5.3k

rating: E for shameless smut (MDNI)

tags: blood drinking, period sex, oral sex, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, masturbation, Astarion being a little feral, porn with (some) plot, idiots in love, post-canon, general Durge spoilers

“Well, all of that’s to say that if you would like to… indulge, this might be your one and only chance to do so.” “Oh. I see.” Astarion’s eyes light up at the idea and Eve’s breath hitches when he takes a couple steps closer, his face just inches away when he says: “Then I suppose we better make it count.”

a/n: I did it, I succumbed to the Urge and wrote a period kink oneshot. hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

tagging some of my lovely moots who were hyping me up as I shared snippets from this fic: @khywren @nerdallwritey @xxnashiraxx @obsessedwhyyes @verbenaa @bby-bel-art @hellethil @arzen9 (thank you so much for getting excited about this with me. tbh it would have still been sitting in my wip doc if it weren’t for you all ❤️)

the title is from "LUNCH" by Billie Eilish

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As Eve is leaving the market, she feels her lower abdomen clench painfully in a manner she doesn’t recognize. She winces, tightening her grip on the grocery bags and tries to figure out what mundane malady it could be this time as she hurries back to the apartment. 

Soon, she reaches the familiar facade, but as she goes for the handle, the door swings open. Eve startles when she sees Astarion, wide-eyed and visibly tense. 

“What are you doing?” she yelps when he pulls her inside, standing just inches away from the pool of sunlight spilling onto the hardwood floors. “Get away from the door!” 

She kicks it shut behind her, the room safely dim again. But Astarion seems to pay no mind to the obvious danger, as he grabs the bags from her and puts them on the ground, before turning her around and assessing her body as if looking for something.

“What happened? Where is it? Show me.”

“Where is what? Are you okay?”

“The wound!” he shrieks, voice high-pitched from nerves. “Hells, I can smell your blood, I could smell it from blocks away. Did someone attack you? Who do I have to kill?” 

Eve freezes as the pieces connect in her mind. The pain. The scent of blood that was imperceptible to her but obvious as alarm bells to Astarion’s senses. 

Eve laughs at the absurdity of it, Astarion’s eyes widening even further as he tries to fathom what in the Hells she’s on about. Bhaal hand-sculpted her for one purpose and one purpose only, designed her to carry out his gory vision most efficiently, and yet he still made her bleed like this…?

“Oh, that petty son of a bitch!” Eve says to no one in particular. After a deep breath, she reaches for Astarion’s hands and explains in a calmer tone: “I’m not hurt, Star. I think I just got my period. It’s as novel to me as it is to you, honestly.”

She watches as Astarion’s expression cycles through a series of emotions, so clear and unfiltered. First confusion, then relief, and finally a peculiar mix of glee and dread. 

“Oh. Oh. ALRIGHT.” He takes a step back, frantically looking up and down her body. When his mouth opens again, words spill out in a chaotic monologue punctuated by nervous giggles. “Fear not, I am so prepared for this. Well, truth be told, my only knowledge about half-elves and menstruation comes from Shadowheart and I don’t know how reliable that is, she tends to be a tad dramatic, don’t you think? But let’s think hmmm… A bath! Would you like me to draw you a bath? Wait, no, you must be hungry, let’s make you some food first.” 

He reaches for the grocery bags and darts upstairs.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Eve asks warily as she follows him up to the kitchenette. 

“Oh yes darling, I am doing quite SPLENDID myself, I am just concerned about your comfort!!” 

Rather unceremoniously, Astarion turns the grocery bags upside down, produce tumbling in all directions across the counter. He grabs a small knife and begins to peel some potatoes whilst aggressively humming Down by the River.

As Eve watches his frantic movements, her stomach drops in realization. 

“Star…” she starts, walking up to him.

“YES, my dearest?”

“Is the blood… distracting?”

Astarion’s nervous, high-pitched giggle is enough of a confirmation.

“OH YES! Incredibly so! But do not worry about me, the concern right now should be YOUR COMFORT.”

“Oh gods,” Eve sighs, massaging her temples. “Is this what the next tenday is going to look like?”

“TENDAY?” Astarion stabs the counter, the tip of the knife wedged into the wooden surface. There is sheer panic in his eyes when he turns around and asks: “You bleed for a tenday?”

“I don’t know, this is a first! But as far as I know, people can bleed for anywhere from three to ten days?”

“THAT’S FINE. We will get through this together!” He yanks the knife out and resumes his task. 

Eve stands there for a moment, watching him, unsure of what to do with herself.

“Are you hungry, is that the problem? Would feeding on me help?”

For a moment, Astarion freezes. He turns around, knife in hand, his gaze slipping down Eve’s body for a split second.

“What exactly are you offering?” he asks when he meets her eyes again, and Eve can feel her cheeks grow hotter in an instant.

“GODS, ASTARION.”

“I’M JUST SAYING–”

“YES, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING–”

“IT COULD HELP WITH YOUR CRAMPS–”

“OKAY, I’M GOING TO TAKE A BATH NOW, BYE.”

“SOUNDS GOOD, I’LL KEEP PEELING–”

“YOU’VE ALREADY PEELED A DOZEN POTATOES, THAT’S TOO MANY POTATOES FOR ONE PERSON.”

“I’M STILL LEARNING, GIVE ME A BREAK.”

“OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW, I LOVE YOU.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

Eve storms off to the bathroom. As she starts pouring water into the tub, she tries to push away the mental image of Astarion’s head between her thighs.

She adds some lavender oil into the water and gets inside, the hot temperature helping soothe her cramps. She leans her head against the edge of the tub, trying to make sense of all this.

Perhaps the reason she doesn’t remember this happening before is because her body put this particular function on hold while she was fighting for her life every day, sleeping on the ground, and eating irregularly. But now in the six months since the Netherbrain fell, she has been able to finally feel safe, giving her organism a chance to settle back into its natural rhythm. 

It still doesn’t explain why Bhaal didn’t just skip this part in the design process, but Eve does not even want to begin to understand his sick and twisted ways, so she pushes those thoughts away and tries to relax.

After fifteen minutes or so, there is a light knock on the door.

“Yes?”

The door creaks and Eve opens her eyes to see Astarion with a mug in his hand, looking a tad embarrassed.

“Hello,” he says as he continues to stand awkwardly in the doorway.

“You can come in, I won’t bite.”

He walks up and places the steaming mug on a stool by the tub. Eve can smell the mix of chamomile, ginger, and something else she doesn’t recognize. Astarion kneels beside her, arms propped on the edge of the tub.

“I brewed you some herbs that should help ease the pain. And there’s stew cooking, it will be done in an hour or so.”

“Thank you.” She reaches for his hand and places a kiss on his knuckles, eliciting a soft smile.

“I’m sorry about earlier. It was a lot to process all at once. I thought you might be bleeding out on the street somewhere and I couldn’t do anything about it, I was just stuck inside waiting for you to come back. And then you waltz in here as if nothing happened and once I knew you were safe, the smell of your blood was–” He trails off with an absentminded smile. “Well, let’s just say I’ve gotten somewhat accustomed to it now, but it is still quite distracting.”

“I’m sorry you were so worried, that must have been terrifying.”

“It was. But I also should have known that if anyone was foolish enough to attack you, you could handle it just fine. Anyways, you should drink your tea,” he says, passing her the mug. She takes a sip, the herbal mix blossoming on her tongue, and hands it back to him. “Are you enjoying the bath?”

“Yes, the hot water is helping a lot. But, I’m afraid there is something wrong with our tub.”

“Which is?” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“It’s missing an elf.”

“Ah, an easy fix,” he says with a smile. 

Eve takes another sip of her tea as Astarion slips out of his clothes. She shuffles forward to make space for him, and he slowly lowers himself into the tub behind her, gasping as he touches the hot water. She leans back against his chest, nestling into his open arms.

After a moment of silence, Astarion asks:

“So, we don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to… But, um… Doesn’t this seem like a design flaw?”

“No, we do have to talk about him, because what in the actual fuck was he thinking? As if my whole life wasn’t bloody enough. And I can’t even justify it in any pragmatic way, because it’s not like I needed to bear more Bhaalspawn. I was supposed to be the last one!” 

“Daddy’s special girl.”

“Do not ever say that again.” She elbows him and Astarion laughs behind her.

After her bath and dinner, Eve decides to head downstairs and visit Derryth while the apothecary is still open. She explains the situation and asks for some menstrual cloths and anything that could help ease her cramps. The woman watches her intently as she listens, brows furrowed.

“Okay, so personally this is none of my business of course,” Derryth says, raising her hands defensively. “But as an apothecary, I feel obligated to ask: are you aware that you do not need to bleed every month? There are ways you can stop it.”

“There are?”

“Yes. Well, but first: are you and Astarion trying to conceive?”

Eve just stares blankly ahead as her life flashes before her eyes. It’s not something she ever thought to consider, she just assumed… Well, he is undead, after all.

“Umm… is that even… possible?” she asks weakly. “Given our… situation?”

“Under regular circumstances, no,” Derryth rushes to answer and Eve sighs with barely concealed relief, “but I’ve heard of some rituals… I don’t know, Eve, stranger things have happened. But no, unless you go out of your way to achieve it, you’re safe.”

“Okay. Then no, we are absolutely not trying to conceive. Gods, could you imagine–”

“I’d rather not,” Derryth says curtly. “Now, if that’s the case, then there is absolutely no need for you to suffer every moon. There are different ways you can go about it, the one that seems most popular with my clients is this tonic,” she says as she pulls out a couple of bottles from the drawer behind her and places them on the counter. “It’s fairly easy to use, it comes in these little bottles and you drink one the first night of each tenday. And there you go, problem solved.”

“That sounds… awfully easy,” Eve says as she eyes the medicine before her.

“Well, yes, because it is.”

“Does it have any side effects?”

“Of course it doesn’t. It’s supposed to make your life easier, not harder,” Derryth says with the patience of a parent explaining the most obvious concept to their child. 

Eve gets a month’s supply to try out, along with some pain medicine to help carry her over before the tonic starts to work. When she gets back to the apartment, she shows Astarion the bottles and explains how it all works.

“That’s probably for the best,” he says. “I’m glad you won’t have to go through this pain again.”

“Yes, me too, but…” Eve hesitates for a moment, but the memory of Astarion’s frantic energy from this morning is enough to give her the confidence to suggest: “Well, all of that’s to say that if you would like to… indulge, this might be your one and only chance to do so.”

“Oh. I see.” Astarion’s eyes light up at the idea and Eve’s breath hitches when he takes a couple steps closer, his face just inches away when he says: “Then I suppose we better make it count.”

There is a moment of tense silence as they regard each other, Eve’s chest rising and falling heavily at his proximity. 

But then the final thread of self-control snaps and Astarion pulls her closer, capturing her mouth in a greedy kiss, swallowing up the gasp that slips past Eve’s lips as she opens up to him. Suddenly, the air around her is all citrus and spice, Astarion’s scent and taste mixing into an intoxicating combination. It could easily sweep her off her feet were it not for his hands digging into her hips, anchoring her against him.

With a firm tug to her lower lip, Astarion breaks away, an undeniable urgency to his movements as his mouth slips down to her neck and he inhales sharply, head nuzzled against her. His voice is low and breathy when he says:

“Hells, you smell divine.”

With bated breath, she awaits the sharp sting of his fangs, wanting nothing more than to give him everything he craves. But instead, Astarion’s hands slip down to the back of her thighs and Eve’s body instinctively follows, like it’s a routine they’ve been rehearsing. She jumps, legs wrapping around his waist as if that’s precisely where they belonged. 

Eve sinks her fingers into his soft curls, kissing him with a newfound ferocity. She barely registers the steps Astarion takes until with a loud clatter, he kicks a chair out of his way, and she realizes they’re at the dining table. He lets go of her with one hand to push his notes to the side, pieces of parchment flying to the floor as he seats her on the edge. 

Astarion breaks the kiss, pinning her in place under his watchful gaze, the room silent save for the heavy pounding of Eve’s heart.

“Indulge, you say? Don’t mind if I do.” 

Astarion sinks down to his knees before her, and the sight of it alone is enough to make Eve’s head spin with need, the overwhelming desire to feel his mouth against her skin, to hear the savory sounds that escape his throat every time he tastes her. 

He tugs at her waistband and Eve lifts herself off the table just enough to let him pull her pants down and toss them to the side. Astarion swallows hard when she parts her legs for him and it looks like it’s taking him every ounce of self-determination to not rip off the final barrier between them and devour her right there and then. 

His hands reach up to push her back, and she leans away, propped on her elbows, not daring to miss out on a single moment of this hypnotizing spectacle. A low, guttural sound rumbles out of his chest as he presses his lips to her plush thigh and starts kissing up, closer, and closer, and–

Eve winces at a sharp stab of pain that begins to radiate down her thighs and up her spine in a throbbing, dull shiver, the hard wooden surface beneath her doing nothing to soothe her discomfort.

Astarion pauses, leaning away to meet her eyes.

“Are you alright, love?”

“I, um–” she sighs, bemoaning the need to be rational at a moment like this. “I am loving this energy, I really am. But there is no way we’re doing this on a table, my back is killing me.” 

“I suppose we can make do with a bed, then.”

He wastes no time as he rises to his feet and scoops her up, and in that moment Eve is convinced that she could get used to being carried like this. Astarion rushes to the bedroom to find Scratch splayed out across the mattress, raising his head curiously as they enter.

“Out,” he orders with poorly concealed desperation.

The dog whines, but darts out of the room obediently, and Astarion kicks the door shut behind him. He lowers her onto the edge of the bed and retrieves some pillows to place under her back. 

“Are you comfortable?” 

“Yes, I feel quite spoiled, actually. Are you comfortable?” she asks, unconvinced, watching as he once again gets to his knees on the hardwood floor.

“Oh, trust me, I am exactly where I want to be,” he says in a tone that erases any lingering trace of doubt from her mind.

Eve falls silent as Astarion’s hands begin to snake up her thighs, lithe fingers reaching the hem of her underwear, eyes meeting hers for a final confirmation that feels superfluous given their current predicament, and yet he still seeks it. Eve nods slowly, her throat too tight with anticipation to utter a sound, and she watches as Astarion hooks his fingers in and begins to slide the garment off her body with nigh religious reverence.

Once it slips down to her knees, she can finally get a better view and gods damn it, she changed into clean clothes less than an hour ago and already the fabric is ruined, a dark, rust-colored stain blooming along the gusset.

Eve shuffles her legs, helping Astarion slide the underwear completely off her. She expects him to toss it on the floor, but instead she watches, transfixed, as he folds it meticulously before slipping it into his pant pocket.

“Excuse you–”

But her objection dies in her throat at the sight of Astarion parting her thighs with unmatched focus. For a moment he just kneels there completely still, pupils blown wide, watching her like a predator poised to strike. It would be unnerving if it wasn’t him.

He hooks his arms under her thighs and pulls her closer, resting her legs on his shoulders.

Under his scrutinous gaze she becomes utterly aware of the wetness between her thighs, blood and arousal mixing into one. Suddenly, her mind drifts away from her kneeling lover to the softness of the silk bed sheets beneath her, the sheets that they got as a housewarming gift from Shadowheart, the ones that Astarion was so excited about, and however weakly, she whispers:

“Wait– We’re going to ruin the sheets–” 

Her words seem to snap Astarion out of his trance and he looks up from the sanguine scene before him to meet her gaze. 

“I can live with that.”

And as if to prove his point, he lunges forward, their moans mixing in unison the moment his tongue drags a firm line along her center. His grip on her tightens, surely enough to bruise, but Eve is way past the point of caring. Damn the bruises, damn the sheets, all that matters right now is the inferno raging within her, the ungodly sounds erupting from the depth of Astarion’s chest as he feasts on her like a man starved. 

Eve’s elbows give in beneath her and she falls back on the pillows, losing sight of his efforts. Instead she reaches for him, nails scraping against his scalp, legs crossed behind his head and urging him closer. Astarion’s nose presses deliciously against her clit as his tongue enters her time and time again, his groans vibrating through her core. 

One of his hands wanders to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up past the soft curve of her stomach. He leans away ever so lightly, lips brushing against her as he pleads:

“I need to see all of you.”

Eve complies, the tempo of Astarion’s tongue hastening the moment the linen slips past her the stiff peaks of her nipples. As she tosses her blouse to the side, she is struck by how completely bare she is before him, all the while Astarion looks as if he might have just come home from work, every button accounted for, every thread in place. A perfect picture of composure, were it not for the state of his curls, dampened with sweat and flattened against the grip of her thighs, nor the blood smeared against every inch of his exposed skin.

His tongue leaves her, but before she can protest this newfound emptiness, his mouth shifts up, lips closing around her clit with a firm suck as a single finger teases her entrance. Astarion slips inside with no resistance, one knuckle deep, tormenting her with how it’s simultaneously overwhelming and not nearly enough.

“Please, Star–”

But before the words fully leave her lips, they blossom into a wanton moan as he sheathes his finger, and beckons her, brushing against the spot that makes her feel weightless, like she is not of this world.

She bucks her hips into him and he moans against her cunt, encouraged by her reaction, and soon enough a second finger follows. He slides in slowly, the stretch combined with the suction of his lips pushing any previous aches and discomfort from her mind, leaving naught but an all-encompassing surrender, delicious pressure rising within her.

Through the haze, she reaches down, fingers teasing the points of his ears, and she knows exactly what she is doing, knows the effect it has on him, how it coaxes the sweetest sounds from his lips she is sure she will never get enough of. 

She recalls the first time she did it, over a year ago, back when neither of them knew how to define the curious companionship that has grown between them. It elicited the most unrestrained noise she ever heard from him and Astarion must have been taken aback by it, too, because he tore her hands away from him, pinning them above her head. He told her then that she was playing with fire but she couldn’t help it, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the blaze. 

It consumes them both now, eliciting the most obscene sounds from her love, his fingers picking up speed as they dart in and out of her, brushing deep inside with every stroke. 

She knows she won’t last long, cannot last long, not with the way he has become fluent in the language of her body, knowing exactly which strings to pull to make her sing. 

And sing she does, mouth falling open with praises that get increasingly terser, until the only word she can remember is his name. 

She cries it out as she grasps the sheets, the moment the pleasure becomes uncontainable, when it lights up every nerve, every inch of her skin. It’s a trust fall and he is right there to catch her, just as he always is. Just as he always will be.

Astarion’s grip doesn’t soften as she rides out this crest, his mouth and fingers relentless in drawing every last one of her moans, her eyes shut in pure bliss.

But then eventually all of her energy evaporates, her thighs growing slack around him, and Astarion retracts slowly, placing the softest kiss on her clit before getting to his feet. 

Eve feels the mattress dip as he crawls towards her and she somehow wills her eyelids to open, only to witness Astarion’s bloodied fingers slip into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to suck. The display is enough to make her throat go dry, skin flaring up with want that never got the chance to subside. 

Finally when he salvages every single drop, he lets go, eyes meeting hers as his fingers leave his mouth. Eve takes in the gory state of him: there is blood on his lips and chin of course, but also some on his nose, and is that…? Yes, somehow a bit of it found its way to his brow line. She can’t help but laugh as she tucks a flattened curl behind his ear.

“You look…”

“Happy?” Astarion offers, making a show of licking his lips in a manner that is surely against some moral law.

“I was going to say insatiable.”

“You would be correct,” he admits as he cups her cheek. 

He kisses her deeply, his taste a heady mixture of them both, laced with the metallic tinge of her blood. And suddenly their bodies are flush against one another once more, hands wandering, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressed against her thigh. Eve’s hand slithers down between them, Astarion’s jaw going slack the moment she palms his still-clothed cock. 

Her breath hitches at the feel of him in her hand, but Astarion seems to have a plan of his own because he manages to compose himself, leaning away to ask:

“Can you take more?” 

“Try me,” she dares, the attempted edge of her words dulled by how breathless she is. 

A wide grin blooms on Astarion’s face, the tips of his fangs glinting in the moonlight when he asks: 

“How is your back?”

It takes her a second to register the meaning of his question. Truth be told, she completely forgot about it, the pain pushed out into the far corners of her mind by the overwhelming pleasure.

“It’s better.”

“Excellent. Do you think you can sit up?”

“Yes?” she says, unsure of where he is going with this.

Astarion leans away enough to pull his shirt over his head, and then rests on his back, tapping his shoulders as he says:

“Then sit.”

“What?” she asks, swallowing hard.

“You heard me.”

Slowly, Eve gets to her knees, trying to ignore the way the wetness pooled between her thighs seems to shift with the movement. But the shameless anticipation painted on Astarion’s face is enough to weed out any sprouting insecurities, and so she moves up, caging his head between her thighs and gripping the carved headboard for support. 

There is a moment of stillness when she hovers over him, and then Astarion’s gaze travels from her face down to her core and he licks his lips at the sight because of course he does.

Eve rolls her eyes and says:

“You’re ridicul–” 

But before she can finish the thought, Astarion grabs her waist and pulls her down, forcing an ungodly gasp out of her and suddenly all she can think about is how overwhelming the feeling of his mouth is in that position. Astarion gives her a slight, encouraging shove, and Eve starts rocking against him, chasing the friction that feeds the tempest brewing within her.

Astarion seems to be completely lost in the feeling, clawing at her thighs and moaning against her cunt in a way that vibrates deliciously up her spine. Eve wants to hear more of those sweet sounds, so she looks back, witnessing the erection straining against his pants and she reaches out to stroke him through the fabric. He groans, the movements of his tongue growing sloppier by the second, as she’s trying to unlace his pants with one hand without losing her balance.

“Need a little– Ah– Help,” she gasps when the task quickly proves beyond her current capabilities.

Astarion lets go of her thighs, nimble fingers moving to unfasten the garment in no time. He pulls his pants and underwear down just enough to free his untouched cock and Eve’s mouth waters as she catches a glimpse of how hard and flushed it is.

She leans back, propping herself with one hand as the other reaches out to spread the bead of precum over the head. As much as she can muster from that position, she starts to stroke him, encouraged by the truly obscene sounds that start erupting from his throat. 

But then she feels her side cramp up, her arm giving in beneath her. Astarion’s hands dart to grasp at her waist to keep her from collapsing.

“Bad idea,” she admits as she regains her balance, clutching at the headboard.

Astarion hums a noncommittal ‘mhm’ against her center as he settles back into a rhythm. His tongue is relentless in forcing ragged gasps out of her, but Eve wants to give him more, so in a flash of lust-laced genius, she offers:

“Bite me.”

Astarion’s eyes widen, his pupils dilated to the point where she can barely see the scarlet encircling them. He turns his head to the side and Eve would mourn the loss of his touch, were it not immediately compensated by the deep guttural moan that escapes his mouth the moment his teeth sink into her thigh.

Somehow, in all this time together, they have never done this. The initial sting is much sharper than usual, but as Astarion starts to drink, blood leaving Eve’s body in greedy pulls, she feels the familiar throbbing sensation begin to radiate from the wound, her cunt pulsating with every sip he takes and oh gods–

She watches mesmerized as Astarion reaches down and starts to pump himself and the image alone is enough to push her towards the edge. Her fingers slip down to her center to gather some of her slick before gliding up, tracing circles around her clit, her movements matching the rhythmic groans that Astarion makes with every mouthful of her blood. 

Eve knows that he’s close, recognizes it in the timbre of his voice, the furrowed line between his brows, the tension in his muscles as his strokes pick up pace. She swallows hard, wishing for nothing more than to watch him unravel beneath him, to witness–

It sneaks up on her this time, the electrifying shudder that tears through her body. Her mouth falls agape, knuckles white as they grip desperately at the headboard as if it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Through the bliss, she barely registers the final guttural moan coming from somewhere below, the thick, hot rivulets painting her back.

Astarion’s mouth reluctantly leaves her thigh, his tongue cleaning up any remains of blood off her skin. Eve can feel his hands come up to her waist to steady her, but for now all she can do is just sit there, breathing heavily, head spinning with blood loss and afterglow.

After a couple moments she wills her muscles to move, her legs shaky as she shuffles down Astarion’s body before collapsing on top of him. His arms drape softly around her and they lie there in silence, utterly spent.

Eventually, Astarion slips out from underneath her, and Eve would reach out to stop him if she had any energy left. Instead, she burrows her face into the pillow and listens to the soft clicks of Astarion’s heels against the floor (how did he keep his shoes on all this time?) as he rustles through some drawers. 

When he returns, she feels his palm nestle in between her shoulder blades, his voice soft and steady when he utters the incantation:

“Te absolvo.” 

Healing magic begins to radiate across her body, lifting the heaviness from her muscles and dissipating the fog clouding her mind. And then there is another sensation as what she assumes to be a warm wet cloth runs gently along her back before slipping between her thighs, erasing the evidence of whatever the Hells it was they just experienced.

Suddenly, Eve feels a pang of disappointment and she voices it by mumbling incomprehensibly into the pillow.

“I don’t speak Ghukliak, love,” Astarion says.

Eve groans before turning her face to the side. She meets his amused gaze, spotting the Amulet of Silvanus that adorns his bare chest.

“I said: ‘are you done already?’ You don’t want more blood?”

Astarion laughs heartily as he grabs another cloth to clean his stomach and chest.

“Oh, and I’m the insatiable one? I always want more blood, dear, but you look like you could use a break, you know.”

“Excuse you, I feel excellent.” 

And as if to prove it, she props herself up and sits on the edge of the mattress. She takes a sip from the water cup he left for her on the bedside table before getting to her feet. 

Astarion watches her intensely as she approaches. Usually, he’s much more relaxed after he feeds, but Eve can see that there is still some tension in his features, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as she steps into his space. 

She knows he’s holding himself back. 

And that just won’t do.

Her arms drape around his neck, and she leans in, lips brushing against his ear as she whispers:

“Take as much as you want, Star. It’s a rare treat, after all.”

Eve delights in the strained gasp that leaves his lips, in the caress of his hands that trail down to her waist before pulling her flush against him.

“How awfully selfless of you,” he drawls, leaning in to kiss her.

a/n: aaaaaand with that, I have officially passed 100k words on ao3. what a glorious way to reach that milestone 😅 I would love to hear your thoughts on this one, especially since I rarely write smut so any feedback is super helpful ❤️

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ABOUT ME!

Hey, y'all! I'm Emi, my pronouns are she/they, and I'm bi. This is a safe space for everyone!!

I am in the Marauders (fuck jkr), PJO, HP (again, fuck jkr), RWRB, HOO, and TSBT fandoms (we don't talk about my DSMP phase 😭).

My fave musicians rn are Måneskin, Derivakat, and Conan Gray.

Fave painting is Gathering Storm bc not only does it have LORE, it's also just really pretty.

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^Writer Evan is stalked by murderer Barty. Chase ensues.

^Slytherin Sirius and Gryffindor Remus have an illicit relationship. Sirius's parents find out, and stuff hits the fan.

^(ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS) A longfic Jules and I are working on! updates every other Saturday. Gryffindor Regulus, no Peter exclusion, may actually increase update times bc I think it's too slow.

^A Ravenrock (Peter x Benjy) rivals to lovers fic, no Voldemort and also background Jily.

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a lil intro :)

hi hello to anyone who's checking this out!

i’m caitlin, an aspiring fantasy writer and maybe poet, english literature nerd and general fandom weirdo who likes to talk a lot about all my many many obsessions :)

i'm new to actively participating on this site as opposed to watching thru the window of pinterest...but now that i write more and 9-1-1 in particular doesn't post on pinterest so much, i'm on here too rip

i talk about: writing, procrastinating writing, reading writing and characters in writing who drive me insane!

my writing: i write poetry which i will post on here occasionally! but my main writing that is intended for other ppl to read is fanfic in the below fandoms, and my fantasy wip:

my wip: a ya fantasy book (one day trilogy i hope!) about a world where witches are gone, but persecution of them isn't. trying to save her innocent sister from execution, my fmc gets dragged into a storm of political plotting, conflicting agendas and strange powers beyond her comprehension. a book about family, and realising that what you thought was a bedtime story might still be around to haunt you...

my ao3: a_fantasy_2 - otherwise check out the tags #shameless fanfic plug and #caitlin's original writing

main fandoms: i have been in a ridiculous number of fandoms so this is not all of them but these are my main ones - bold are ones im currently in the trenches abt :)

9-1-1 (pls no ship war content tho i just cannot)

marauders (my og loml one true fandom its a canon event i fear)

good omens (book and tv show changed my life)

anything leigh bardugo but SoC and RoW especially

supernatural (its been a while but then again i'm fandom posting on this site so its kinda a given)

anything by chloe gong....(message me PLEASE. best ya fantasy writer and my literal writing idol)

EPIC the musical - i love this so freaking much, if you don't know what this is go find out u won't regret it

hamilton (i am in fact hamiltrash, unfortunately)

aftg (im not writing that out. if you know what that acronym is thats on you.)

tagging system: i got one of those creepy teeth 'frequent poster badges' today, so i think it might be time for me to get one of these. ahem. on an incoherent blog, i declare order:

#caitlin writes and yaps abt it - writblr content (these will almost always have the 'writblr' and 'writers on tumblr' tag as well)

#caitlin's original writing - any writing from my wips or poetry i share

#the witches wip - specific wip content!

#caitlin the english major - literature posts

#caitlin reblogs from even cooler blogs and/or #caitlin's moot besties - reblogging my moots or other cool ppl!

#caitlin does ask games - making a separate tag bc i LOVE these

#shameless fanfic plug - fics that i write on ao3 and want to share here

#caitlin rambles miscellaneous - anything else thats incoherent

fandom posts will all be tagged with their fandom and with #caitlin a fandom nerd

sound good? let me know if this actually makes this blog make any more sense mk team

please send me: asks/posts/comments about these fandoms, short fic writing prompts within these fandoms, writblr content, writing questions, or literature thoughts :)

(pls don’t send me requests for money or ai content. i will block and delete, here’s why. )

basically reach out if you just want to ramble about any of these things because what else is tumblr dot com for ... seriously what. actually what was this site made for it beats me

[warcats-cat]

*materializes into existence*

Hey, my wonderful moot :D

(if this is a duplicate, ignore it; wifi is picky, so idk if it sent already or nah)

I heard you felt lonely, so I got summoned cause I am your MOOT and I care goddamnit. All the affections for you (/p).

I saw ya like FNAF (specifically Sun & Moon's lines in Help Wanted 2), so: what was your fav lines from the Daycare Jesters? I call them that cause, ya know, the sillies.

Also: I don't remember well, but I think you also like Sanders Sides (correct me if I'm wrong). If ya do, have you seen the newest Asides? If so, I wanna hear about your fav parts. The funnies, the 'lore' (angst) parts, any sort of theories, or even just gushing about your fav pairings or characters.

Infodump about whatever!! I love hearing ya thoughts on things and such <3

Lastly: moths. I fuckin love moths. And tardigrades. And spiders and beetles and- okay, so I just really love bugs and insects.

✨moths✨

Anyway, have a good day and hope this helps the loneliness not be so lonely :D

Hewwo Oatmeal Friend! I love you too 💜💜

I have to say my favorite lines are the new lines for Sun's arts and crafts section because they're straight up hilarious. "I should turn the lights off myself" killed me. Someone please give this robot some Prozac and a teddy bear.

My interest in FNAF Sun/Moon is kinda the fault of Bamsara (who I won't tag because I'm not cool enough to interact with them) who has a fanfic called Solar Lunacy which is *chefs kiss* really fulfills my shameless need for x Reader content 💜 ((seriously if I could find familial TS Patton x Reader content I would print it out and hang it on my wall))

Yes the robojesters are very silly and I have to say I'm seeing the FNAF fandom leaning on the head canon that they may have not originally been child-care robots, but on-stage actors, and we're just given child-care programming later which makes me 👀 I love them being doting kiddo caretakers but also the idea of a dedicated thespian being throwing into a pile of wailing children and told to figure it out is absolutely hilarious to me.

Also yes!! I love me some Sanders Sides!! Love my boys. No one is surprised but Patton's bit with the tinier and tinier boxes absolutely was my favorite part. My parents did that when I was like ten and it started off with this GIANT box and I think there were at least six I had to go through before I found a plush of Snoopy and tickets to go to Camp Snoopy at Knott's Farm (forever salty that it was bought by Nickelodeon). I still have that plushy somewhere in my room 💜 and entire book of pressed pennies from Camp Snoopy.

Anyway I actually genuinely enjoyed the new Asides! I miss so much the original format of videos that were one-off and shorter, the conflict being self-contained and generally light hearted. And the interaction between Logan and Virgil was so adorable 💜

Tell me about moths 👀 I love moths and butterflies and BEES😍 (I'm lame, my favorites are the Lunar moth and the Rosey Maple moth. My fairy-sona's outfit is themed to a crossover of the two, though it was more lunar moth like when I first put it together. It's evolved a lot over the years.) Spiders and I have a love-hate relationship rn; the fuzzy ones make me want to cry (pos) and the spindly ones make me want to cry (neg). There's a colony of tiny spindly ladies living in my basement bathroom that I don't know how they got there and I don't know how they keep reproducing because there are no bugs down there.

I don't know what a tardigrade is .....

[coquettewhore420]

Thank you so much for the tags @lanadelreyworshipperr @bunnymami13 & @thesirensinterruptthesilence! Last song- Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by Lady Gaga Last book- Life and Death: Twilight Reimagined (currently reading) Last movie- The Seven Year Itch Last game- Stardew Valley Last tv show- Shameless (1 episode until season 8!) Sweet, spicy, or savory- Sweet Relationship- Taken <3 Fav colour- Baby Blue Last google search- Tumblr Tags: Any moots who want to participate

[jarsjam]

Welcome to my hectic blog..

Hi, I'm Jam.

(You don't have to read all this, more in tags)

I'm Filipino American, (all pronouns) and I make posts about very heavily queer and supernatural films. I also write screenplays/stories/fanfics/etc etc..

Will maybe talk to moots. maybe.

Here is all the media I like (aka all the weird shit I repost/post about):

Films

Shameless

Interview with the vampire

Good Omens

Young Royals

Doctor Who

Gravity Falls

Supernatural

Avatar the Last Airbender

Marvel Cinematic Universe (X-men, AAA, etc etc..)

Wes Anderson films (Moonrise Kingdom, etc.)

Lady bird

Scott Pilgrim (series & movie)

TMNT

etc.. (i have letterboxd if you want it lol)

Games

Life is Strange

Omori

Parappa the Rapper

Um Jammer Lammy

Mouthwashing

Tom the Postgirl

Habromania (even though it’s not out yet)

Authors & Books

Suzanne Collins (THG, TBOSAS, SOTR)

Alice Oseman (Heartstopper, Solitaire, Radio Silence)

Rick Riordan (PJO, HoO, MC)

Jonathan Stroud (L&C)

Bryan O'Lee Malley (Scott Pilgrim)

Music

Clairo

Frankie Cosmos

Heavenly

Sweet Trip

Kimya Dawson

Liana Flores

Lamp

Wave 2 Earth

Wallows

Weezer

Sky Ferreira

The Smiths

TV Girl

Tyler, The Creator

Paramore

unfortunately yes there is more.

oh yeah also genderfluid & bi... lolsies

[multifandumbmeg]

@raointean tagged me for this OC tag! Introduce your most recent OC with four pictures to represent them, then tag someone else and answer any questions your moots ask.

I tag... Anyone who sees this and has an OC they want to splurge about!

From my finally updated Locklyle fic (shameless plug, Fated Company on AO3) enter Cordelia, last name unknown. Psychic, viewer of time, friend of the dead, and professional eccentric.

[demigoddessqueens]

love letters

read on ao3 // ongoing series

tagging moot @wyyvernn , a fellow Haytham lover

A/N - a sort of sequel to this one will come up with Shay’s letter

Beloved,

Did you really think you would be so coy as to your little trademark? The shade of rogue I gifted you, molded by your perfect lips and left by a kiss for this letter.

Shameless as you are in your flirtations, and I am no different, it does serve of a cruel reminder of where this life takes me. Far from you, and the cold nights deprive me of your warming presence.

Nevertheless, I wish to see you soon and with such a color to greet me with your smile.

With all my love,

Haytham Kenway

Head Grandmaster of the Templars

and submissive to your will

[joelscurls]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

ty for tagging me @janaispunk @reddedmiller @hearteyesforjoel @demonjoel @tieronecrush 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

1. The Last of Us (HBO) — Joel Miller

2. New Girl — Nick Miller

3. Parks & Recreation — April Ludgate

4. Shameless — Lip Gallagher

5. Sex & the City — Samantha Jones

6. Narcos — Javier Peña

7. The Good Place — Chidi Anagonye

8. Orange is the New Black — Nicky Nichols

9. The 100 — Bellamy Blake (yes I used to be a t100 account we don’t need to talk about it)

10. Abbott Elementary — Janine Teagues

I’m pretty sure all of my moots have been tagged / have done this by now but I’m indirectly tagging anyone who wants to do it!

[angelicseven]

jordan ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

23. black. he/they/ask.

full about below the cut !

⌦ basic! ## name: jordan

## age: 23

## birthday: october 30

## pronouns: he/they/ask

## gender: gnc transmasc

## sexuality: bisexual

## ethnicity: black

## nationality: american

⌦ mental!

i am autistic, and i have bpd, and did. i'm brainweird in other ways, but these are the three things i consider the most important to share, since they impact my life in the biggest way, and i post about them quite often.

⌦ system!

## sys name: chiron

## type: pf-did

## active: ~25

## total: 100+ recorded

⌦ boundaries!

## dms: yes

## flirting /p: moots only

## flirting /r: moots only

## teasing: ask

## venting: no

interests ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

(bolded = active interest, italicized = special interest)

⌦ media

atlanta (fx), bad girls club, big brother, community, euphoria, girlfriends, grey's anatomy, it's always sunny in philadelphia, LOST, malcolm in the middle, on my block, one on one, scrubs, shameless, spop, station 19, stranger things, the game

⌦ music

autumn!, bktherula, blackpink, britney spears, childish gambino, iayze, ice spice, izaya tiji, jhene aiko, jvcki wai, lil uzi vert, lil tecca, lil wayne, loona, megan thee stallion, mitski, my chemical romance, nsync, one direction, pinkpantheress, playboi carti, rico nasty, rihanna, slayyyter, slump6s, sofaygo, sza, the weeknd, tinashe, trippie redd, v.v lightbody, vonte*, yeat, zayn

( i do not condone the actions of every single person on this list! music is music it's not that deep to me lmao)

⌦ games

animal crossing, cities, skylines, fall guys, grand theft auto v, minecraft, roblox, stardew valley, the sims (3&4),

comforts ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

⌦ characters

alex karev, andrew deluca, arnaz ballard, ben warren, breanna barnes, callie torres, carla espinosa, cassie howard, charlie kelly, charlie pace, christopher turk, claire littleton, cristina yang, delilah alves, darius epps, earn marks, elliot reid, fiona gallagher, ian gallagher, jackson avery, jo wilson, joe goldberg, john dorian, kate austen, kevin ball, lexie grey, love quinn, lucas sinclair, lynn searcy, maddy perez, malcolm wilkerson, mark sloan, maya bishop, michael dawson, miranda bailey, nancy wheeler, sawyer ford, sayid jarrah, sun-hwa kwon, veronica fisher, vic hughes

⌦ ships

admelia, areanna, benley, brittannie, calzona, charmac, gallavich, goldquinn, japril, jolex, jdox, jdturkcarla, kateclaire, katesaw, marder, mckassie, meradd, merder, mertina, mikejin, rules, sawyid, trobed, troynnie, slexie + a bunch more. everyone is polyamorous and gay in all of my interests :pray:

BYF ✧･ﾟ☄️･ﾟ✧

i reclaim the f slur, n word and r slur and don't tag them

i block often

anon will always be turned off because it triggers my paranoia LMAOOOOOO

⌦ dni

(bodily) under 16, endogenic "systems" and their supporters, proship and anything adjacent to that, terfs/swerfs/etc, frequent lgbt discourser (no one cares it's 2023), idk i'll just block if you rub me the wrong way/are annoying tbh.

⌦ links

discord: halogen#2050

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