Set Her Free, Let Her Be…

20 | Side blog for @bloofairyfox | 🎧☕️

[mocharoom]

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮☕︎

➺ Just a blog to reblog stuff

➺ She/her

➺ black

➺I need Tim Drake so bad dawg…

➺ currently listening to: Let Me Go - Daniel Caesar

➺ some suggestive content (not anything crazy but be aware also MDNI)

Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics & @/anitalenia

[appleangel777]

by the time I re-render this self portrait, I'll be better at rendering Braids and hair in general. also flowers🙋🏾‍♀️

my head hurts

[endiermun]

Always groom never husband

[threejiji]

ooowaaaa

[bloodabi]

god almighty i can't stop thinking about devoted personal knight caleb and princess reader. he's been by your side in the castle since you were kids. he would practice his swordsmanship day and night trying to get better. he trained himself to the point of exhaustion, but he always kept up a smile when he would see you running around the gardens in one of your pretty dresses. he quickly became one of, if not the best knight in the guard by the time he was in his teens, and he was quickly assigned to be your personal knight.

there's soooo much i have to say on this but right now im particularly thinking about when you're meeting potential suitors. you, being royal, are supposed to marry for politics, but your parents are kind enough to allow some leeway. you get to meet the men, talk with them, and let your parents know your thoughts on them. they want you to be happy after all, and they really don't want you marrying some psycho prince that'll treat you terribly your whole life.

caleb, of course, accompanies you to your little dates to ensure none of your suitors try anything. as you would sit across from the prince at a table in the garden, caleb would stand behind you, glaring holes into these men's skulls, hand on his sword the whole time.

when servants would bring trays of pastries, you would offer some to caleb, saying "i made sure they had your favorite :D" and he would reply with a chipper "thank you pipsqueak :)" while not breaking eye contact with the man across the table. by the end of your little meeting, the prince is very, very aware that you're spoken for, wether you know that or not, and they certainly don't want to try something and end up on the wrong end of caleb's sword.

when you come crying to caleb that another suitor was no longer interested even though you tried your best to be nice and sweet, he would coo at you, telling you that they don't know what they're missing; they're all rotten bastards that shouldn't be near you to begin with. he's elated, of course. this last one he didn't even have to pull aside and talk to himself. a few take a little more convincing than others, and thankfully he didn't have to do much more than silently intimidate to deter the latest from seeing you again. he really hates drawing his sword when he doesn't have to.

it's a matter of time before your parents turn to caleb. he is a nice boy, after all. he's always taken good care of you. you're happy around him, and that's what matters most. they don't understand why none of those princes will stay for a second date, but they do know that you always run to caleb about it, along with all your other troubles. maybe they should talk to caleb about a possible union :)

[bibilisalevy]

[poochosa]

I never see content of this diva, so I had to fix that

[sabis-posts]

Sokka and aang after writing a letter to katara and saying it was from toph

[watch-the-nightfall]

✶ Oh, Sweetness

suggestive fluff · count: 400s

“Mhm. I like when you do that.”

Valko sat beside you, his voice cutting through the quiet, and the note in his tone caught your attention. When you looked up at him there was a lopsided toothy grin on his handsome face. His gold eyes pinned to you in a way that was somehow both focused and dream-like.

“Do what?” You practically chirp at him.

While you appreciate his attention you’re not sure what he’s talking about. You’re both just sitting there on the couch, all close together while he’s on his laptop and you’re on your phone. Not paying much attention to each other but sharing space and touch. You two are always touching. 

Valko leans in just a little closer to you. He takes a deep, audible inhale through his nose and exhales with a sound something between a satisfied sigh and a whine.

“That. Do it again. That thing with your hair.”

His computer is off his lap, closed and on the coffee table in a single one-handed motion. His other big hand is now on your knee, covering so much of you, his fingertips sink into the middle of your thigh.

“Oh, yeah? Why do you like it?” You tease.

You try to muffle a laugh and keep your composure which is challenging. And you give him what he asked for, of course. You run your fingers through your hair in your usual idle way, confused and delighted by this giant man as you watch him shift.

Valko is completely captivated. His fingers get just a little tighter on you, sending a rush of heat through your body. His mouth is open, the tips of his bottom fangs catching the light. He can’t articulate an answer to your question while he’s in this trance. No, he has to behold the incredible display before him. You. Like this.

It’s everything about you. He loves your hair, that's why he buries his face in it whenever he can. He loves your scent. But the way it carries in the air when you move your hair around makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. And the way your expression softens ever so slightly, makes him feel at ease in some base way that he craves.

“Just keep doing it and I’ll tell you.”

Valko groans the words, pulling you closer with his grip on your leg.

It’s all a blur after that.

[modmodmodworld]

valko x black mc edits

so we can visualize ourselves with him until he’s added back🙂‍↕️ og pics under the cut

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I saw this on twitter and I had to draw it

Rendering his eye was really fun

[emulynnn]

Sylus with different hairstyles and his Night of Secrecy outfits <3 Which version is your favorite? Happy Valentine's Day 💕💕

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Heavy

Everything is feeling a little heavy, but that's alright because Valko is heavier.

ABOUT | 2500 words. fluff. pre-relationship. first kiss. UST. self indulgent. emotional hurt/comfort.

"Whatcha watching?"

Your body jerks in surprise, sending your phone tumbling to the floor as your hands come up to muffle the high-pitched yelp startled out of you.

The sound of the cat compilation video echoing through the living room undermines the fierceness of your glare when you turn to face your intruder. That teasing rumble all too close – and all too familiar – to belong to anyone else but-

"Valko," you chide, wishing you could blame the jumpscare when your stomach dips at the sight of his windblown hair and innocent expression so close to yours.

Though letting himself into your apartment like this was nothing new, had become a part of your routine for months at this point, if you're honest, there was something that had been feeling different about Valko's visits to you lately. Less vexing and more… comforting.

An increased awareness of him, maybe? The sound of his voice. His size. The way his laugh and personality managed to fill the room more than his bulky body. Of the way he always tripped over your living room rug or tried to sneak a rub of his scent into every pillow. Of the way he stood so close when he spoke to you, capturing you in the sweet honey of his eyes.

It was something warm that pulsed in your chest, something intimate that had started to hook your gaze to his mouth and magnetize your palms to his skin even today, when you're at your lowest.

His right ear twitches at the sound of his name as he grabs your phone from the floor, a crease of distaste scrunching his nose when he clicks on the screen to stop the noise and tsks, "Looks like my 'dogs are better than cats' speech needs some work."

"Maybe I'll be more in the mood to hear you out–" you take your phone back and set it on the table with a huff, "–when my 'please use the damn front door' speech finally penetrates that thick skull of yours."

A crooked grin scrawls over his face. The pointed tips of his incisors reflecting the dim light of the small lamp you'd flicked on purely to save you from feeling like a complete gremlin while you moped this evening.

"Gonna tell you the same thing I tell Ma every time she says that." He unfurls from the crouching position he'd been in and drops his weight beside you, making your normally sizeable loveseat suddenly feel cramped. "Processing info is for the ears, not the skull."

Resting your cheek in your palm, you narrow your eyes at him with a considering hum.

"What?" Your uninvited houseguest turns to face you, eliciting a concerning creak from the loveseat as his knee comes up to rest on the cushion and his arm drapes over the back. An oversized paw just shy of brushing your shoulder. "What d'you mean, 'hm?'"

"Trespasser, jumpscaring people, terrible manners, and a smart ass to your mother?" You note each transgression by holding up a finger. "No wonder you're always prowling around Linkon alone."

"Hey, hey! Woah, woah, hold on." His hand darts forward, covering yours like it'll hide the evidence. "No– I mean– sure I may be some of those things, but trust me," he puts one of your fingers down and leans forward, another sad groan coming from below the cushion as he rests his elbow on his knee. "I wouldn't be sitting here, or hanging out with you – or breathing – if I were a smart ass to my mother."

Despite yourself, you feel the corner of your lip twitch, the closest you’ve come to a smile all day.

It surprises you how naturally it comes, how much lighter you feel, as you take in his easy grin, his warm palms, his artless gaze. Makes you worry that you're becoming used to this feeling, to something you might be misreading.

"Why?"

"Well, she has this really brutal way of grabbing you by the ear and–"

"No–" the word dissolves on a giggle that has both his ears twitching and an expression you can't quite interpret crossing his face. "I mean, why are you sitting here? Hanging out with me?"

"Oh. I kind of–" He stops, a hint of pink creeping onto his cheeks as he looks down at your still-linked hands. "I mean, I sorta felt like something was… off. With you." You're suddenly glad for the loss of his gaze as he starts to fiddle with your fingers, pressing the pads of his fingers to the tops of your nails as if to test their sharpness. "It's like a.. tug?"

Your mind races with panic as you realize just how much your attraction to him has been tugging at you over his last few visits. "Are you saying that with this– this bond or whatever, you can feel my emotions?"

"Nah, it's not like that." You hope he can't see the stark relief in your gaze when his eyes meet yours again, letting go of your hand to press a palm to the center of his chest. "It's not emotions that call me, it's, well… you. Calling me, that is. Needing me. Or, pulling at me, more like."

Your brows arc upward. "Like a leash?"

His head shoots back dramatically, paired with a groan that sounds almost as distressed as the loveseat still suffering under his weight. "Mercy, little hellion. Let a man keep at least a little dignity." He shakes his head with a bark of self-deprecating laughter. "But yeah. You've got me leashed up good. Happy?"

His question is gentle but pointed, hopeful. His frame still leaning over you, an umbrella shielding you from the sadness and negativity that have been pelting you all day.

Your chest warms at the sight, making it all the harder to respond with a sad smile and the shake of your head as the all the reasons you're not happy come flooding back.

"Alright," he says easily, unphased and unrelenting. A considering look enters his eyes. "Just means I've gotta take more drastic measures here."

In a blur of movements you barely have time to process, he turns his back to you, kicks off his boots – an oddly polite gesture that has you reconsidering just how serious he was about that leash comment – and flops backward. The broad span of his shoulders forces your bent knees down to accommodate the weight of his head as it nestles into your thighs.

"V-Valko! What are you doing?" you stutter, heartbeat galloping as the scent of amber and pine and him wash over you. His ear twitches as he takes your awkwardly hovering hands, placing one behind the wolf ear on his right and the other behind the human ear on his left.

"There," he says with a wiggle of his shoulders, like your thighs are a pillow he's nestling into.

When he notices your hands haven't budged, he gives you an expectant look, nudging the sides of his head into your palms until your lips twitch and your fingers start to move.

"This is your drastic measure?"

He hums in response, eyelashes fluttering as your nails scrape gently over a rose-coloured mix of silky hair and plush fur.

"And this is supposed to…" The question trails off but your hands continue.

He shrugs, the heat of his shoulders anchoring your thighs as one of his arms sneaks around your waist.

"I dunno, distract you? Annoy you, comfort you, take your pick." His eyes lock onto yours, sincere, earnest. "Whatever you need."

The combination of his touch and his words act like a stick of dynamite, blasting through the boulder of tension and worry that's been sitting on your chest all day.

You take a deep breath as he sighs in what you instinctually know is relief. And for the first time since he's mentioned this "bond" of yours, you think, maybe this thing goes both ways.

The thought that you might be starting to figure him out as well as he always seems to understand you brings a small smile to your face.

His lips mirror yours. "That's what I like to see," he says, voice low.

You roll your eyes and flick his ear to disguise the way your stomach flips when the praise rumbles through your thighs, flexing them to jostle him and joke, "What? Me being suffocated?"

His finger comes up to tap the end of your nose with a self-assured grin. "Stop pretending you dont like it, I saw that weighted blanket on your bed." You're not sure if it's you or the loveseat that squeaks when he tugs you into his face and nuzzles into your stomach. "Wanna tell me what's got you down?"

There's something about Valko's bluntness, about his willingness to tackle everything head-on, that catches you more off-guard than his casual and abundant displays of affection ever do. It's straightforward, without artifice. And though there's no hesitation in his request, there's somehow no pressure in it either. As if no response you give him could ever result in offense or resentment or awkwardness, making it feel like the most natural thing in the world to tell the unvarnished truth.

So you do.

"It's just… everything? I don't know, it's all piling up. Like, there's work, lack of sleep, friends I'm not keeping up with, not to mention the general state of the world."

You pause, finding his attentive gaze already on you when you look down to see if you're making any sense. He nods encouragingly, the ears on his head twitching in unison like an attentive audience.

"So I guess I've just been thinking about it all and it feels a little overwhelming. Right here." You press a hand to your chest. "And… heavy, I guess. Like–" You raise a pointed brow. "Like getting crushed by a giant mutt on my own sofa."

His jaw drops in dramatic affront. “You– did you just-” He snaps into a sitting position, your loveseat groaning in despair before he points a finger at himself, as if there could be anyone else you were talking about. “Mutt?! Oh you just crossed a line, you hellion.”

Any response you might’ve had morphs into a high-pitched squeal as you’re scooped up by a muscular arm and thrown over his shoulder.

“Valko! What are you doing? Put me down,” you manage through giggles and laughter as he hauls you to the bedroom with what sounds like a muttered 'I’ll show you a giant mutt.'

You land on the mattress with a breathless oomph, the stray laughs bubbling from your throat feeling foreign but welcome as Valko descends over your figure in an army crawl, finally stopping when you're nose to nose.

Your chests meet on each breath as he reaches up to brush hair from your face. His eyes seem more yellow than amber in the dim light, like marigolds, and you can't think of anything more fitting for the resilient, protective man above you.

"Hi," you breathe, grinning wide.

"Hello, gorgeous," he murmurs, darting a glance at your lips that has your heartbeat pounding against your ribs.

The shadow of his tail swishes behind him as he lowers his weight onto you, fitting his body over yours in a way that anchors and comforts you rather than stifles you.

"Better?" He mumbles into your neck, the heat of his breath awakening gooseflesh over your collarbones. "You know, now that you've made my pedigree your punching bag?"

"Yeah, actually," you realize with a giggle, fingers brushing over the soft bristles of his undercut. "I do."

You haven't laughed this much in a while. In fact, despite being pinned under the heaviest man you know, you haven't felt this light for a few weeks now, you think, which was… the last time he visited you. You close your eyes briefly, mourning the loss of your sanity at the realization that he was right earlier. You had needed him.

"Then listen to me real quick." Your hand slips to his jaw when he raises his head, his smile smaller, his eyes intent. "Next time you feel overwhelmed, or if it's all feeling like too much, you don't have to isolate yourself, or doomscroll, or muscle through it alone. I know I look like I'm all brains but I can help carry things. So just call me, yeah?"

You smile, agreeing with a small nod, pausing before you joke, "With the leash?"

"Okay, who's the smart ass now?" he mutters with a shake of his head, crooked grin back in place. "I meant with a phone. But the leash works too, I guess."

"What's it like?" you ask, curious for the first time since you've learned of it.

"The bond?" His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, a knuckle tracing your cheek. "It's like one of those less traveled paths in the woods. Barely visible to the naked eye, but once you find it and start walking on it, everything starts to feel… right."

"Your chest gets really warm and you have this zappy feeling in your gut." His lips tip up in a faraway smile as his eyes follow the path his knuckle makes over your ear, your neck, your collarbones. "Everything feels possible when it's there. Lighter. And when it's gone? Anything you do feels wrong. Empty."

"But…" You swallow past the heartbeat in your throat. "I thought you couldn't feel my emotions," you protest weakly.

A spark ignites in his eyes, electric enough to charge the air between you as his expression morphs into what you can only identify as a primal satisfaction. He inhales deeply, as if he's trying to memorize the scent of this moment, holding your gaze as his eyelids lower.

"I can't," he breathes, so close his nose brushes against yours when he shakes his head. "Those were all mine."

Your lips part, tongue hovering in wait between your teeth as his palm comes up under your chin, fingers settling on both sides of your jaw to draw you in. Your eyes shut as his lips descend over yours, and despite the warmth of his palm, the first brush of his tongue feel like being doused in flame. You wrap your arms around his neck on a moan, humming when he tilts your head to lick into your mouth again and again.

"Valko." The soft, fuzzy sensation of his buzzed hair grazes your knuckles and he sighs into your mouth, as if you're breathing life back into him with the sound of his name.

You take the chance to nip at his lip, holding it hostage between yours until he answers in kind. The sharpness of his teeth like bee stings on your mouth, soothed only by the sweet honey of a tongue that's licking, tasting, consuming the flushed skin between your lips and your throat.

His body sinks into yours, each of his muscles and contours taking shape around yours like heated metal, a weapon being forged for its master, its weight the heaviest thing you'll ever have to carry again.

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NOTE: They can take my undomesticated wolf man from me in the game but he will live on as a terrible house guest in my delusions forever xoxo

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[leaderincrows]

ok even if we dont get him back I think I'll still keep him

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[paonsin]

Our wolf deserves the world. Bring valko back