by kumi_JY0102 on x (reposted with permission)

oozey mess
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Xuebing Du
YOU ARE THE REASON
Three Goblin Art

if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver

pixel skylines

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
ojovivo
NASA
official daine visual archive
Not today Justin
Fai_Ryy
will byers stan first human second
Cosimo Galluzzi
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.
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@isnotwhatyourethinking
by kumi_JY0102 on x (reposted with permission)
Me after the slightest inconvenience in life:
I did not expected the Jinshi-crossover here! (≧▽≦)♥️
[From upcoming banner, “Kitten Included”.]
in a now long-forgotten kingdom, an ancient monarch—worn down by the burden of duty and the echo of a desire he no longer understood—decided one dewy morning to wander through his vast land. he roamed across mountains and valleys, up hills and down riverbeds, until he found himself at the edge of a chittering forest where, it was said, magic bloomed much like flowers do in spring.
there, on a soft patch of grass bathed in moonlight, the old king stretched out his legs and breathed in the sweet scent that lingered in the air. the wet day had turned into a crisp night, and all kinds of creatures glowed, sang, and chirped as if welcoming their ruler. one in particular fluttered around him—curious, insistent, gently poking at his nose.
he chuckled, utterly delighted by her boldness. but she mistook his laughter as mockery—mere amusement for a bored, old king.
“it is not polite to laugh at one who comes to greet you.”
“my apologies. i was admiring your wings.”
“and you’re a bad liar too, king,” she accused, crossing her arms. “besides, this forest is forbidden to your kind.”
he schooled his lips into a tight line, careful not to provoke her further with another smile.
“is it now? and how might your king correct such an offense?”
her wings shifted, casting cascades of iridescent light across the soft bed of grass—and in the blink of an eye, a young woman stood before him, her long hair falling down her back like ink spilled in water. she straightened, lifting her chin in a charming display of pride.
“you can make me a warrior in your kingdom.”
“you wish to fight… for my kingdom?”
“are you mocking me again, king?”
“i would not dare,” he muttered—but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. he couldn’t help it, not with the fierce, radiant faerie standing before him.
his laughter, rich and low, brushed over her like velvet, stirring something forgotten—memories of warm summer nights spent sprawled across lily pads, drifting on a star-strewn lake hidden deep within the forest’s heart.
“is there anything else you wish of me, brave one?”
she considered his question, brows pinched as she held his gaze. his eyes shimmered a bright shade of crimson in the moonlight, and a sudden wave of gratitude swept through him—for the night, for this meeting, for the whim that had led him to wander.
“a kiss, perhaps. it is only fair,” she said, making her case while fidgeting with the pearls dangling from her long hair. “you have lived far longer than we faeries, and i have yet to taste the wonders your kind claims to offer. if i am to be the finest warrior to serve his majesty…”
“hm. somehow you’ve twisted this all to your advantage—at my expense,” he mused, a spark of amusement playing at the corner of his mouth. “perhaps you would serve me better as an advisor.”
“you are a silly king,” she declared, tapping his nose with a single fingertip. “faeries don’t sit in courts.”
“nor do they wield swords, brave one. but perhaps some convictions aren’t meant to last—not when tested by a will like yours.”
Zayne Blurb #1
Zayne/MC
🔞🔞
"It's taken years but it's finally happening. Your fingers are buried deep in Zayne's dark hair, pulling him tightly to you as he devours your mouth like he's starving. The levy finally broke and through years of perseverance (and shameless flirting on your part) he gave in to your charms. And so far, it's well worth the wait.
You don't know when the prestigious Doctor Zayne had found the time (or the partners, you think to yourself with a pang of jealousy) to get THIS good at kissing. His lips give you perfect pressure, the gentle slide of his tongue along yours not overwhelming you, and even his heavy but measured breathing continued to uphold his reputation as a man who strives for perfection. Even as he is coming undone, he is still immaculate.
Dragon!Sylus and his strange affectionate habits
❥ you’re his mate, but you’re also human. his habits weird you out!
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❥ he licks you! you could be sitting on the couch, minding your own business with a book in hand and sylus would come up right next to you and just start licking your cheek. you’d retract suddenly and look him up and down with a strange look on your face.
“what? i already explained this to you kitten.”
licking is his way of showing affection toward you. it’s supposed to tell you “i’m here to protect you” in a way. he also just loves tasting your skin and becoming more familiar with you since it brings him so much comfort. he’ll even lick your hair if he’s really getting into it!
❥ he feeds you really well. hungry? no you’re not, not with him at least. he’ll feed you until you’re completely and utterly satiated from his meals. when he sees you happy and drowsy from a full stomach it brings him very deep satisfaction.
sometimes he’ll put bags of snacks or containers of food where you frequent in hopes you’ll eat them. if you don’t, he’ll take offense or think he did something wrong and now you’re protesting!
❥ he makes you wear his treasures. part of being a dragon means hoarding pretty and shiny things. dragons are very protective and territorial about their things, but sylus makes an exception for you. he insists that you wear the jewels he’s collected and will drown you in his riches.
he especially loves it when you go out into public with his treasures on because it shows off his wealth via his beautiful mate. he’ll designate certain jewels or items just for you and if you’re even a little bit dissatisfied with them, he’ll throw them out right away.
❥ he builds nests for you. sylus will innocently steal your most precious items or the items that seem to bring you the most comfort and then bring them to an empty corner. it’s here that he piles up your cosmetics, clothes, bedsheets, pillows, stuffies—anything you could think of—and then he waits.
sylus would never force you to do anything, he wants you to come to the nest on your own volition without his input. he won’t even mention it, he’ll just wait until you find the nest and watch from afar what you do. if you finally do decide to nestle in, he’ll jump for joy knowing that you like it. he’ll also never come into your nest unless you ask him to, and if you do, let’s just say he’ll take care of you really well.
❥ he purrs, and really loudly too. you’ll hear him purring when you’re cuddling, when you’re eating, when you’re bathing, during sex, when you’re doing anything, really. dragons only purr when extremely content but sylus makes a habit out of it when he’s around you. the man is just very happy.
the sound of his purrs come from a deep place within his chest, making them loud and deep. even though they may startle you sometimes, the frequency and vibrancy brings you a sense of comfort and peace, and sylus knows this. whenever you’re upset or anxious, he’ll start purring loudly in hopes of calming you down.
❥ he walks around naked. of course, sylus only does this with you, but it never fails to catch you off guard. it’s not so much a sexual thing, per se, but more of a comfort thing. he’s so comfortable with your presence that he doesn’t feel the need to keep his tight, itchy clothes on when he’s alone with you. he’ll let everything hang and jiggle if he so calls for it.
although, there are times where he’ll purposefully walk around naked to seduce you like a peacock would. he thinks flaunting off his assets will make you want to pounce on him and make love to him all night—which is unfortunately true.
❥ he watches you while you sleep. at first it was cute, but when you awoke one night to his vibrant red eyes staring you down in the dark, it started to feel a little creepy. he explains it away by saying he needs to make sure you’re okay, which doesn’t really make much sense to you since you were in his secure territory.
because sylus doesn’t need much sleep, whenever you take your beauty rest, he feels the urge to look after you and your vulnerable form. he also just enjoys watching you do something so silly and human-like sleeping. this was one of your habits that he didn’t understand. he does finally back off a little bit after your complaining, though.
❥ he has a wild tail. sylus has full control over all of his body parts at any give time, so his tail is always indicative of how he’s feeling. he has a rather calm tail when you two are around others, but when alone with you? you have to dodge it sometimes from how erratic it is. he explains that it’s the equivalent of how your leg bounces. something you don’t even think about when it happens, but can have control over once you realize it.
it’s just another way of him saying to you that he’s comfortable enough around you to let loose with his body and do more natural, unconscious mannerisms.
Cassian: *Actively on trial after the Summer Court incident*
Cassian: Mothers and fuckers of the jury...
is it true that porn of any kind (erotica, audio, pics, etc) rots the brain? like, is there any truth to the idea that I'm damaging my brain permanently? I mainly like to read erotica on tumblr or ao3. I've also seen people refer to anyone who likes any type of porn as degenerates and sex pests.
is this what we're doing now. we're calling people degenerates just for reading horny fanfic.
besties we are never ever never ever never ever never escaping conservative christianity.
sure whatever. porn rots holes in your brain. anything that makes you feel good is bad actually. if you derive joy from movies or food or seeing your friends that's also deeply suspect and you should probably go to confession about it. if I'm being totally honest we should not stop with porn, having sex with other people is pretty fucked up. kind of predatory to desire another person carnally. probably we should all just go live in caves and think about god until we die a celibate death.
in my undergrad classes we talked about how periods of (relative) social progress are often followed by sharp conservative backlash, and I didn't really get it until I lived through it with the 2016 election. and like a fucking goober I thought "well, at least this is as bad as it will ever get iny lifetime," because I could never in ten million years could have predicted the protestant comeback tour convincing people that they're psychologically diseased sex criminals if they so much as think about nutting
Why are most of Nesta and Cassian’s conversations just:
Nesta: Fuck you.
Cassian: Later. Pay attention to how you can kill someone first.
HAHAHAH LIVE FOR THEM FR
help i've been sucked into the FBAA & FFAF seriesss
did i just spoil a crucial shadow in the ember event while looking for serash fanart?
yes. yes i did.
Something about men nearly going to their knees for women in books just sits so right with me.
Azriel: Bro, do you lift?
Cassian: Yeah dude, how did you know?
Azriel: Because you lift my heart whenever you're around.
Cassian: Bro.
Azriel: Bro.
Meanwhile...
Nesta: ..the fuck?
Feyre, having seen Cassian do the 'bro' thing with Rhys: just, let them.
"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess
help i've been sucked into the FBAA & FFAF seriesss
me when Cassian
Azriel Week Day 5 - No Need for Poetry
@azrielappreciationweek
I know there are a few different ways to approach a prompt like this one — Azriel’s classical good looks, broody-bat charm, or often-discussed wingspan could easily do all the work for him instead of resorting to poetry. However, in what I imagine for his future love story, he won’t need to resort to poetry because he’s going to be the pursued instead of the pursuer. Nesta has already dubbed Azriel as Gwyn’s new ribbon & I think Gwyn is going to surprise Azriel with the same love, acceptance, and fierce loyalty shown to Nesta.
All that said, here’s Azriel on the receiving end of a surprise kiss from Gwyn after a casual stroll around Velaris. The spark in his chest might just explode after this one ✨
Thank you to the incredible mangomangoj on Instagram for fitting me in for this one. It’s always a pleasure working with you & you blow me away every time.
my heart 🥺😭