#zen as fuck

[ohmymets]

Jesse Winker having the kind of day at work I'd love to have.

[sothatallthatsleftiss]

Listening to music with the sound of rain in the back in my clean, cozy, softly lit room that’s smells like a vanilla bourbon pumpkin spiced wood candle🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

[verdantlights]

I ACTUALLY FUCKING MANIFESTED IT WHEN I WROTE TJE FANFICTION

THIS IS WHAT TILL LOOKS LIKE IN THAT SCENE. THIS IS HOW HE SMILED AND LAUGHED AT IVAN. CHAT I MANIFESTED THIS.

[nihilmachina]

Out of control meme redraws strike again. This time with tragedy.

[sunbloomdew]

he's not fooling anyone

the og meme

[crsssie]

too much - mike schmidt x reader

You get a kick out of this more than you like to admit.

Mike arches under you, whimpering as he does, cheeks flushed with red as you coo at him, thumb brushing his cheek to wipe the tear sliding down.

"Too much?" You slow down, earning a whine from Mike.

"N-no. More. Please." He gasps, fingers curling uncomfortably at his side, staring up at you as you nod. "'s good." he slurs.

You start again, breathing uneven as your eyes go half-lidded, lifting your hips and slamming them down, Mike's fingers digging into the sheets, desperate to grab onto something.

"Please." He breathes. "Please let me touch you."

An agreement slips past your lips, and he wastes no time planting his hands onto your hips, helping you ride him, his hands warm on your skin as your brain turns to mush, desperate to get off with him, no other thought in mind.

It comes much quicker with Mike helping, and his eyes shut as you cum, him following immediately after as he spills into you with a whine, his fingers gripping you so hard you're sure they'll leave red marks. You lift yourself off of him, feeling his cum slide down your thigh onto his hip, and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as your blinking slows.

"Was I good?" Mike mumbles.

"You were great, pretty boy."

[zehl0w]

Mfw both of the guys you have a crush on start holding hands at school

[wtfforged]

i can draw whatever i want

[sleepingdeath-light]

red and the wolf ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 974

content ; sexually explicit content, dirty talk, slight praise kink, penetrative sex

fandom ; mystic messenger

pairing ; hyun ryu / zen x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

When your boyfriend had called himself 'a wolf' in the bedroom you'd just brushed it off as a joke about him having a high libido (which your perpetually aching thighs and few dozen pairs of ruined underwear could attest to). But now, with him looming over you in with those sparkling, perfectly white teeth, and glimmering red eyes, and that deep voice that sounded like something between a growl and a whisper, you couldn't help but think he was being far more literal than you'd initially given him credit for.

Not that you were complaining, of course, it was nice to be manhandled every once in a while — even if all of the filth falling from those beautiful lips of his was starting to drive you mad.

Zen urged you to be loud, to make as much noise as you want and more — leaning down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and whispering in that heavy evening voice of his to ask if you can be 'louder' for him. Practically begging you to keep making all of those 'pretty noises' you know he loves. And every whimper and moan and gasp earned you a cuss, or a grunt, or a perfectly angled thrust of his cock straight into that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. A reward for your obedience punctuated by wet, messy kisses to your lips that were more tongue and teeth than anything else (oh how swollen your lips would be tomorrow, marred with the indents of his teeth and your own, bitten so deeply that you could already taste your own coppery blood on your tongue despite how young the night still was).

He downright worshipped your body between thrusts: groping at every ridge, and swell, and dip, and scar — complimenting each part of you with an earnestness that you knew better than to dispute. Calling you 'hot', 'sexy', and 'all mine' as he sucked, bit, and marked his way along your throat and jaw. Tenderly lapping at your pulse point and chuckling when he felt it jump after a particularly playful slap to your backside. He playfully calls you his 'little pet'; the 'red' to his 'wolf' — and he mouths wet promises against your throat of not stopping until the mattress is hanging off of the bed and you're both too tired to go on (and with his stamina, well… you'll surely have a long night ahead of you).

He then effortlessly lifted your trembling thigh with one hand to wrap it around his waist, feeling the muscles of his abdomen pressing into your skin as he pressed his muscular chest down against yours. And in that same husky voice, Zen praised you for taking him 'so well' tonight, words that barely reach you as you’re far too close to climax to notice much beyond how good it feels to have him touching you and the waves of pleasant heat washing over your body as you start to mount your peak.

Clearly he’s not too far behind as you can just about see him gritting his teeth through your hazy vision as he tried his best to last out for you. Pace quickening and deepening as he eagerly chased your high and chased your lips with his own with the same amount of ferocity you’d come to expect from him, calling you 'perfect', and 'made for me', and telling you how you feel 'so fucking good, babe,'. Each broken phrase an island of coherence amongst the endless stream of growls, and moans, and grunts that slip from his lips as he pounds his hips into yours and fills your hole with his dick in that way you love (and how could you not?).

Long strands of white hair fall over his shoulders and out of his up-do, tickling your nose and sticking to the sweat covering your body and face as you started to rapidly approach your climax. But by now you're too distracted by the way it felt to be stretched out on that pretty cock of his, and the distant sensation of him slipping one of those large, soft hands into yours and holding it tightly — grounding you in the same way that he was kept grounded by the sharp stinging pain of your fingernails digging into the toned, pale expanse of his shoulders and back — to care about anything like that. Even the fuzzy sound of his voice praising you, and cussing, and grunting and moaning against your lips (and jaw and cheeks and throat, always moving and marking and loving you) was too distant to your muddy mind for you to truly notice or understand beyond your short responses in the shape of moans and whimpers.

Then something snaps and the world around you comes crashing down, washed away with what remained of your coherent thoughts by the torrent of burning pleasure that wracked through your body. Kept in that blissful, whited-out place by his soft lips, and endless flirting, and expert thrusting as you lost yourself in the pounding of your heart, and the aching of your lungs, and the intense sensations that left your whole body limp and trembling, and your entrance pulsing and fluttering around your Zen. No longer able to do anything but moan, and gasp, and whimper until your throat was too hoarse to do even that.

And Zen (your Zen, your wolf) followed soon after with a loud cry (howl, even) of your name as he filled you completely with his seed. Pressing his sweat slicked forehead against yours as you both try and catch your breath. Completely messy and blissed out and in love; red and their wolf, basking in the musky afterglow before going straight back into the fray the moment you had both come back down to earth.

[backfliips]

Someone totaled my car today and I do not like being in insurance limbo

[kusattaruuru]

ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚲ ᚷᚨᚺ ᛉᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛏᚨᛏ ᛒᚱᚨᚲ

[PT: The Elder Futhark Runic lyrics from Tot Musica by Ado.]

Well, I'm on tumblr now... I guess.

Hey, I'm Zen. I'm a contestant in Alien Stage Season 5̷̦̄̆͌0̷̲̱̠̄̈́̿?̶̱̤̆͝ ̴̛͓̻͍̒̓1̷̧̓̈̚0̷̱͉̭̈́͒̓?̶͈̘̻͝

[PT: Alien Stage Season 50? 10?]

I'm 21 years old and my birthday is January 26th. My pronouns are he/it and zey/ve. Feel free to ignore the last two if that's not your cup of tea, as long as you recognize that I am (mostly) a man. I don't really do slow sappy music or delve too deep into emotions... so romance is... not really my thing. I've read about it in books from Earth, but it never quite made sense to me. When I sing, I sing about breaking the mold and fighting for freedom. Don't let the segyein hear me say that though, hah.

I'm not the friendliest person or the most bubbly, but I'm relatively chill. There are things I know that I probably shouldn't, and things I'm good at that nobody would ever expect. There are many secrets, and if you think you can uncover them, then think again.

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: ̗̀➛ zen's friends - interactions with my friends

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ooc//

// Hello!!!! It's Mod Zen ( @verdantlights ) again, except I'm running my first ALNST OC blog, my ALNST Sona, Zen! I'll be posting a bunch of photocard art and roleplaying with some of my other sona friends for the ALNST Sona Season (S10)! Sona Zen will be referred to as szen, s!Zen, or s!zen. OOC and anything from me, Mod Zen, will be in blue italics as usual and the tag will be // :)

// I've gotten my hands on the gradient text and figured out how to use it, so when saying important things, it will be colored in this gradient.

// If anyone has an issue with visibility, please let me know through asks!

dividers are recolored from @/saradika-graphics

[anli-rambles]

It's been 7 years and I'm still bothered by this one mistranslated quote from Day 8 in Jumin's route in the 3:30PM chat bc it fuels the Jumin slander and I won't stand for it 😤

Bc the English version goes like this : MC : You’re not thinking of me as a replacement for your pet, are you ? Jumin : Well, the use is fairly similar.

BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT HE'S SAYING IN THE KOREAN VERSION. HE SAYS ‘엘리자베스 3세가 떠난 시기에 내 곁에 오게 되어서 그렇게 생각하는 건가 ?’ “Do you think so because you came to me at the same time Elizabeth the 3rd left ?”

He's not saying the 'use' is similar, he's acknowledging that the timing of events (MC coming into his life right before Elizabeth goes missing) may look suspicious but he assures her that it's not the case and she doesn't have to worry about that and that he knows she's completely different.

I'm honestly thinking about posting the entire translation of his route (and Jihyun's too — dear God his route is a disaster when it comes to bad translation) from Korean to English at this point lol

[verdantlights]

*panting and out of breath*

jesus fucking christ this took me so long

id say TW blood, but yall are probably used to it considering this is ALNST were talking about, but still the TW is there anyway,,,

anyways

In your gaze where I'm seen.

w/o filters

TAKE THIS ALNST FANDOM i needed to get r6 fanart in before r7 happened auauauaua

IM FREE. THIS ACTUALLY TOOK SO LONG IM. AUAUA

[melanodis]

WILLIAM AND MICHAEL TALKING ABOUT SOMETHIN' WHILE BEING IN DRAG BECAUSE I JUST SEEN MY FIRST DRAG SHOW😭

Idk if you wanna do this- but love ya art🪷

only family bonding they'll ever have

[leadmetothegardenbetty]

i need to be sedated

[rw-repurposed]

WILDBERRY SCUG SKINS on Steam!

Ever wanted to play as the Thunderbreaker himself? Or play as these two random OCs that are not necessarily canonically related but still have some connection? Well, now you can!

WILDBERRY SCUG SKINS are available on Steam! Download now! Made by ‪@northeaston

Zen (blue) belongs to me. Spirit (red) belongs to @mineourple Translator (purple) belongs to ‪@northeaston The header image was also drawn by her!