#the wind is calling

[reunitedinterlude]

facetime calls (edited from this reel)

[el-pada]

had a dream the legendaries got a beast equivalent based on world pollution so i tried to get an idea of what they'd look like.

might draw more of them soon im getting attached to the designs hehe

[torpublishinggroup]

Tor Publishing Group is BACK with a guide of books to gift the people in your life…and yourself!

For the friends who love a good scare all year round…

Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle

Evil in Me by Brom

━ ˖°˖ ☾☆☽ ˖°˖ ━

Escape with fantastical folklore…

A Sorceress Comes to Call by T. Kingfisher

When Among Crows by Veronica Roth

Masquerade by O.O. Sangoyomi

━ ˖°˖ ☾☆☽ ˖°˖ ━

Forbidden romance to keep you warm…

Swordcrossed by Freya Marske

The Stars Are Dying by Chloe C. Peñaranda

━ ˖°˖ ☾☆☽ ˖°˖ ━

Beloved bestselling authors to add to your TBR… 

Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune

Starling House by Alix E. Harrow

Not enough books? Don’t worry, we have another GET BOOKT: THE BOOKENING guide to help you out!

[nariism]

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[ghouljams]

(cw flexible!ballerina!reader, minor foot fetish, Ghost's down bad)

It's easy to find himself in the mirrored studio. Big man in a little chair, the only one quiet enough to hear the soft piano under the whispered chatter of the moms on either side of him. It's just enough for him to hear the little padded feat that prance along behind you as you have them cross the floor in little pas de bourees and short hopping leaps. You clap your hands with the music, smiling and waving your hands to try and coax the shier girls forwards. You in your loose pants and fitted shirt that if Ghost could see the bottom of he'd swear must be a leotard. God he wants to see the bottom of it, wants to see the cut of your legs through the fabric, smell the sweat of your skin and lick along the seams.

Instead he waves silently at his little girl when she grins at him and returns the gesture with a much more enthusiastic flap of her hand. It's enough to make you step forward --and God just watching you walk is like an art, your feet stepping toe-heel in a gentle rolling motion that seems to leap across the polished wood like rubber balls, weightless-- and gently turn the little girl's attention back to class. It's a mistake that you bend at the waist to redirect his girl to the lesson, must be. Waving your ass for him like a cat in heat, he wonders how flexible you are, how far he could bend you in half before you cried uncle.

You settle on the floor to lead the girls through some mid-class stretching, and the way you sweep your legs out to either side of you and press your chest to the floor makes Ghost's head spin. The muscles in your legs flex, your knees turned out, and your feet pointed. If his girl is doing the same he doesn't notice. His eyes follow the length of you, checking the edge on the blade that's pressed itself to his throat and stop at the pink slippers on your feet.

The straps the crisscross the top of your foot dig pleasantly into your bare foot, and your foot curves beautifully into a perfect arch. He's never seen anything like it, subconsciously he tries to curl his toes to match and feels his eye twitch at the ache of his work boots interference. He wants to slip off the slipper and see how you do it, hold your foot in his hand and trace the lines of your arch with his tongue. If he could just kiss the knob of your ankle maybe he could drag his lips higher. The bend of your knee, the flex of your adductors, the swell of your-

He clears his throat and crosses his ankle over his knee, adjusting for the growing hardness between his legs. The stiff starch of his work pants only does so much to cover it.

The little feet start pattering across the floor, ballet slippers softening the noise even as the mirrors covering the walls echo it through the space. One of the moms to his side asks him a question and he grunts in response, eyes trained on the soft sweeping roll of your feet as you rise up into releve.

He wonders how far he'd have to bend you to make sure his come hit your face when he was done fucking his cock between those perfect arches.

[idolomantises]

I was replaying BOTW for the third time to play the DLC but I got bored halfway and decided to boot up Skyward Sword and play it for the first time…

I didn’t know Link was this expressive 😭

[koiiiji]

interrupted

author’s note ; inspired by this art (cr. to @ ng_a10 on X)

the heat between you two had been suffocating.

his weight pinned you down into the couch, hand firm against your waist, the other braced against the wall beside your head. the scent of him — leather, musk, and something undeniably him — clouded your senses as his lips devoured yours.

each kiss was deep, slow, intentional, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. his tongue slid against yours, coaxing a soft gasp from your lips before he bit down, teasing. you felt the smirk against your mouth before he kissed you again — rougher, needier.

your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as his grip on your waist tightened. he growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through you, making your stomach coil with heat.

but then —

knock

you barely heard it at first. he didn’t stop, didn’t care. his lips trailed down to your jaw, your pulse, his teeth grazing —

knock. knock.

deep sigh left his lips, hot against your skin.

his entire body tensed. grip on your waist flexed before he slowly lifted his head, gaze dark and clouded. you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.

“fucking hell,” he muttered, annoyed.

you bit your lip, trying to steady your breath. he looked down at you — your flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, the way your chest rose and fell beneath him — and for a second, you thought he'd just ignore whoever it was.

but the knocking came again, louder.

he pushed himself off you with a deep exhale, running a hand down his face before combing his fingers through disheveled hair. his entire body was tense., as he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.

you sat up slowly, watching as he rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to calm down. then, with a forced, lethal smile, he strode to the door.

poor bastard on the other side had no idea what was coming.

| Park Jinyoung | Choi Dongsoo | MA TAESOO | Kwak Jichang | NA JAGEYON | BAEK SANG | LEE JIHOON | Seo Seongeun | Ryohei Kuroda | Shin Arim | Owen Knight | Paul Reynolds | Wooin | Ryu Juwon | Chris D’Char | Choi Sangho | Geto Suguru | INO TAKUMA | Hakari | Kamo Naritoshi | Jason Todd | Sylus | Caleb | literally any of your favorites!!

[thisischaosmagicmoogle]

Shevat, The Wind is Calling (Xenogears) - Zohar piano arrangement

[eurodynamic]

TASK FORCE 141 Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Mikko Harvey Wind-Related in the Wheatfield // Jonny Bolduc open question @jovialtorchlight // Cheryl Strayed Tiny Beautiful Things // @/mkpoet (instagram) // Mary Oliver Count the Roses // Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room // Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Marie Howe Magdalene Afterwards; "Magdalene: Poems"

[calkestis]

Ghost of Yōtei (2025) dev. Sucker Punch Productions

[valkugo]

Daniel Molloy + first impressions

[deadshadowcreature]

Wind x Wind 🍃

[witch--btch]

They are so siblings help—

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (10/22/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[mskrysta-art]

this reverse au idea was haunting me