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// alright so this has been a long-time coming, i’m just a whimpy lil ninny who didn’t want to admit it.

i hate to say it, but i’m going to be putting a majority of my blogs on an extended hiatus. it’s been a struggle for some time now for me to summon the will and the muse to write for them, and i can’t keep putting myself through this cycle of ‘will i or won’t i’. it hasn’t been good for my mental health, and on top of all the real-world stressors i’m dealing with right now, it’s even worse.

i’m so, so sorry to anyone i’m letting down or anyone who’s been waiting for me to do replies, but i just… i can’t. not right now. i don’t know when i’ll be back, but rest assured i WILL come back - and hopefully i’ll be a lot better when i do.

you might have noticed i only said a majority of my blogs would be put on hiatus. this is because i’m going to try to see if i can keep a few that i’ve wanted to spend more time on and work with open. if i can’t, well… we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. for now, here’s the list of blogs that will be put on hiatus:

hylianxprince | princepsstellarum | kawaxakari | itamixkanashimi | sxreiin | seishindorobo | dominaxnoctis | singedroses | ofsandandtime | accxdia | hxnyauku | amxranthiisms

for the time being, these are the blogs you’ll be able to find me on:

kazenomusuko | pxratiisms | luminisatqueumbrae

and here’s my personal for anyone who wants it, as well: alimarie747

again, i’m sorry if this is an inconvenience to anyone, but this is something i need to do. i hope you can understand that.

[ofsandandtime]

//Just a small notice but I’ve decided to archive this blog and start fresh on a new one. All relationships will be preserved, but I’m most likely going to drop several threads or so during the transition.

[ofsandandtime]

A hand on her waist tugged her toward him, head dipping down to capture her lips with his own in a somewhat more forceful manner than was normally characteristic of him. Well, initiating anything was a little uncharacteristic, but he wasn't thinking about that when he moved from her mouth to her jawline, placing kisses along it until he reached her neck. There he let his lips linger on her skin, kiss after kiss, before moving to her mouth once again.

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.

       To say that she’s simply startled would be an understatement; perhaps shock would be more apt of a term for how off-guard he’s caught her with his actions. The hand at her waist is enough of a surprise, truthfully, but the way Link pulls her in towards him only magnifies it, and there’s just enough time for a little gasp to escape her before he leans in and kisses her.

       Her shock stays for only a moment more or so after that, his lips on hers doing a rather effective job at erasing any and all structured thought in her head. Eagerly does she press back against him, her back curving slightly as a result of how he towers over her despite how he’s leaning down for her now. Arms rise to secure themselves around his neck; fingers twist into the fabric of his tunic, and at this point she’s trying her damndest to stay as upright as possible.

       By the time he shifts his attentions elsewhere, her head is spinning, and for a moment she feels as though she’s forgotten how to breathe. She’s proven wrong when he gets to her neck, however; the way he lingers causing her to draw in a shaky, shuddering breath before that, too, is stolen when he seals his lips over hers again. She moans quietly against his mouth then; any thought of restraint rather thoroughly gone. He’s rather effectively lit a fire beneath her skin with his touch, and she’s quite incredibly flushed.

       She might have lived her whole life out in the desert, but by the Goddess she’s never felt this warm.

[justgivemeabloodydrink]

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.

Blow me away. Give my muse a kiss that will make their knees melt, or a kiss that has them gasping for breath. Give my muse a kiss that makes them want more.

[ofsandandtime]

Tank top, shorts, and all, he bounds down the stairs and flops atop the plush surface of the couch his wife is currently lying upon. He offers no explanation, not even as he gently removes the remote from her hands and places it on top of the nearby wooden table, not even as he crawls atop her with a sinister grin, and /definitely/ not even before he locks crimson onto amber, leaning in to plant the softest of kisses upon her tanned nose, before easing himself onto her body and sighing.

       There’s a rather bored expression on the Gerudo’s face as she flips through the channels searching for something, anything really, to watch; thumb tapping the button in a rather repetitive rhythm as she thinks to herself, ‘six hundred channels and nothing’s on.’

       The boredom is so all-consuming that she fails to hear her husband approach as he thunders down the staircase, and she doesn’t even notice he’s there until he’s flopped down next to her and prying the remote out of her hands. A burgundy eyebrow rises slight, and she turns to look at him curiously as he proceeds to climb up on top of her.

       That positively Cheshire grin he’s wearing only serves to heighten her curiosity, though she can’t help it when her lips twitch up into a smirk of their own. She’s waiting almost expectantly when he leans in...

       ... And then she blinks. Once; twice; three times over, and by the time snaps out of it and glances at Dark again, he’s already relaxed fully on top of her and letting out a contented sigh.

       A nose kiss. Really? Golden eyes roll towards the ceiling as a huff of laughter escapes her, tanned fingers moving to comb through silver strands as she turns her head back towards the TV. Honestly, he could be such a nut sometimes - but he was her nut, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

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7: firm kiss

      Farore help him.

      He refused to turn around, heat creeping up his neck and across his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. From where she stood behind him, he could practically feel Nalya smirking. She knew he couldn’t leave the room, not when it was the middle of the day and he was, to the knowledge of the rest of court, supposed to be dead.

      “Please get dressed.” Goddesses be praised his voice was steady. “Please.”

      Her smirk only widened and she took a few steps closer. As she did so, she let the corset she had been wearing (Din curse it) fall to the floor. “Hmm… no.”

      Link didn’t know why he thought she would comply with his request so easily, but he sent a silent prayer to the Goddesses that if he begged enough she would listen. The clothing of the Gerudo was much more revealing than the clothes women had to wear at court, but he’d never, in all of the time he’d known Nalya, seen her without any clothes.

      “Nalya.” He lifted a hand and covered his face as if that would make the blush leave his face.

      “Link,” she returned in the same tone before becoming a little exasperated. “Come on, Link, you’re a grown man. Besides, even if I wanted I couldn’t put that thing back on. Not by myself, anyway, so if you want me to get dressed you’re going to have to help me.”

      For several moments he didn’t say anything and she wondered if she was pushing it a bit too much. “Li – Mm!”

      Spinning around, he cut her off by taking her face in his hands and kissing her. It wasn’t brief, but he didn’t linger, and when he pulled away, he said quietly, “I do not know how to lace a corset.”

      Within seconds she was grinning and pulling him back for another kiss.

[astral-puke-deactivated20170916]

The Signs at a Party

Aries: At the end of the beer bong, guzzling as much as possible

Taurus: Pouring the beer for Aries

Gemini: Handing out shots and dancing on the tabletops

Cancer: Sitting on the counter preeeettyy fuckin’ baked

Leo: In the hot tub telling some crazy stories with a blunt in their mouth

Virgo: Got some LSD from Pisces, laying on the rooftop 

Libra: Sitting on the counter next to Cancer hitting a bong

Scorpio: Dancing around the living room with Sagittarius on their back who is giving them gulps from a bottle

Sagittarius: Getting a piggy back ride from Scorpio, whole bottle of vodka in hand

Capricorn: The DJ, manning the speakers and playing sick music while people keep the drinks coming

Aquarius: Rolling joints continuously on the couch til there’s like 50 going around the room

Pisces: Tripping on the roof, gazing at the stars next to Virgo

[hogwarthoggle]

60 ways to say ‘I love you’ (DW edition)

“You were fantastic.”

“You’re my friend. My best friend.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I had a duty of care.”

“You and me. Always.”

“I was gonna be with you forever.”

“When don’t I see you?”

“Wherever you are, I’m coming, I swear.”

“I miss you.”

“You’re a star.”

“We had the best of times.”

“I need my friend back.”

“Does it need saying?”

“I’ve only got one life. I could spend it with you, if you want.”

“Go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I’m not mistaken in mine.”

“Look how far I went for fear of losing you.”

“I promised to look after you and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Hello, sweetie.”

“You are worth fighting for.”

“What makes you think I would ever give you back?”

“My life was so boring before you just dropped out of the sky.”

“You’ll never look any different to me.”

“Oh, you are brilliant.”

“That is nothing compared to giving you up.”

“I shall miss you.”

“Just this once, let me save you.”

“If I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in you.”

“I always see you. And I always listen.”

“Who’s going to hold your hand now?”

“Don’t forget me.”

“No one’s ever going to forget you.”

“I know you think it’s him. I know you think it all to be him. But it’s not. It’s you.”

“Think about me, when you’re living your life, one day after another.”

“Oh, I hate you sometimes.”

“I said you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever known.”

“Don’t be alone.”

“I want you safe.”

“Have a good life. Do that for me. Have a fantastic life.”

“You watch us run.”

“What if I need you?”

“Please. Don’t even argue.”

“You’re stone cold brilliant. You really are.”

“Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

“I’ll find you. I promise you, I’ll find you.”

“You’re my mate.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“A cosmos without you scarcely bears thinking about.”

“Are you okay?”

“One person is more amazing- harder to understand, but more amazing than universes.”

“Two hearts. And both of them yours.”

“Whenever and wherever you like.”

“I forgive you.”

“I don’t think I could ever forget you.”

“I wouldn’t risk losing you.”

“Oh, my beautiful idiot.”

“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever met.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What’s happened?”

“I want you to marry me.”

“I’m changing history for you.”

“I love you.”

[ofsandandtime]

Aesthetic meme ! - List your muses aesthetic. Anyone can do this, list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits & sceneries. Add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse! Afterward, tag as many people as you would like, be it many or none at all.

Tagged by: @praeferratus​

Tagging: @vespertilus​, @ambrosiias​, @neidbau​, @ofhollyandjoy​ and anyone else who wants to

Tastes: Sour-sweet citrus and cinnamon, the harsh bite of raw ginger; apricots stuck with cloves and soaked in honey, and spiced meats cooked over an open flame. The tastelessness of water and the tang of blood on your tongue, all iron and copper and rust.

Smells: Dust and sand, blood and sweat; the fresh, clean scent of water as it rushes past in gallons. Honeysuckle and cinnamon and the faintest hint of orchids, and the lingering scent of sandalwood oil clinging to fingertips and in the hollow of your neck.

Sights: Miles upon miles of sand as far as the eye can see; the pale blue of dawn on the horizon. Bright, harsh sunlight, the sun itself overhead like an angry red-orange orb. Nighttime so dark you’d lose your way, bonfires that stand out like beacons against the dark; dancing and shadows that flicker and turn with every movement. Dust clouds of a quickly-coming storm, bloody knuckles and the bandages binding them.

Sounds: The clang of steel on steel, scraping and scratching like nails on a chalkboard. Off-key humming under your breath and the sigh of exasperation that follows. Drumbeats and music and loud, raucous laughter, and the all-encompassing quiet of those moments just before nightfall. The almost-breathless pants that follow a kiss, blankets rustling and the snap of wood as it’s overtaken by flame; the empty howling of the wind in a sand-storm as it screeches by.

Outfits: Dark green pants that sit low on the hips and balloon out slightly; secured at the ankles by silver cuffs. A shirt of matching colour that covers only the breasts, leaving torso and shoulders and chest bare. Silver bangles; rings and earrings, and a circlet of little silver coins that jingles with every movement. Ornate tattoos, pale green fabric wrapped at the waist like a belt; long, dark red hair tied back into a sectioned ponytail with bangs left hanging into your eyes.

Emotions: Contentment, pure and unhindered and lingering, but tainted with the bitter aftertaste of regret; restlessness, and a lust for things unknown. Boredom; anger and resentment but also joy and relief and the feeling of a thousand doubts and worries vanishing into thin air.

Sensations: The burn of alcohol as it slides down your throat, and the relief of water cascading over parched lips and tongue and washing out the aftertaste of dust. The heat of the sun as it beats down from overhead; warm sand under your toes and against your skin. The ache in your lungs when you’ve worked yourself to exhaustion, limbs struggling to stay upright and the pain when they manage to do so. Cold metal against sun-warmed skin; the sting of air against a fresh wound and the stiffness fading from your form while lying limp on the ground.

[ofsandandtime]

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[tenebriism-archive]

“Just tell me what I did wrong!”

Silent Treatment Sentence Starters:

        They’d been together so long now that Nalya could detect something was wrong with the silverette the moment he shuffled through the front door of their quaint home, tanned body rounding the chair in order to approach him. While normally, he would eagerly slip into her grasp, letting the warmth of her presence and the soothing sound of her voice calm him, he seemed unwilling to even look at her as open arms were rejected.

        This was odd of him. Even if he was in a sour mood, he could never ignore her for long, knowing she was the only thing that could chase away his stresses and worries, no matter how big they were. When she called out to him, he did not answer, did not even turn his head, only kicked off his shoes and undid his tie, slipping the thin piece of fabric from its spot around his neck. It joined the discarded footwear, Nalya following after him to move the objects from up off the floor– Nadela could easily get ahold of the tie, and the last thing they needed was for her to attempt to swallow it. Dark himself had uttered this on several occasions, so why, then, was he neglecting to heed his own advice?

    Had she done something?

        Things had been so peaceful just last night, their conversations filled with talks of the upcoming holiday, the new year and the plans it would bring, and the gifts they would be showering Nadela in, seeing as it was her very first Christmas. He seemed so bright, so joyful, that cheesy grin she couldn’t help but chuckle at all but absent now. She didn’t like this… they hadn’t fought in a while, and lack of good communication had been the reasoning for a lot of their past quarrels, and it seemed they were close to taking this route once more.

    “Just tell me what I did wrong!”

        He’d long since turned his back to her with the intent to lock himself in their bedroom, but the desperate tone of her voice caused him to cease his movement. He hated doing this to her– Nalya was his beloved wife, the person he was supposed to confide in when he was troubled, and it had been so long since he’d been in such a depressed state that he’d forgotten just how lucky he was to have her, knowing she wouldn’t judge him if he…

    “I… I lost my job…”

        The words were barely out of his mouth before he was sobbing into his own hands, even more-so when he felt supportive arms curving around his backside. The explanation struggled to escape his lips, but he managed– the restaurant was being closed down, and everyone had been slapped with the cursed title of ‘unemployed’ within a matter of seconds, their last day being spent cleaning out the building before it was shut down for good. He seemed to break even further at the reminder of this, as all that talk of gifts and Christmas decorations and fancy, holiday meals for their closest friends and family seemed all but a distant dream now. No income meant no Christmas, and he couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing his wife and his daughter.

        Nalya’s fingers coursing through his hair seemed to calm him ever so slightly, just enough for him to turn around in her arms and bury himself into her shoulder. Shaky arms went to wrap around her body, holding her as close as he possibly could as if scared he would lose her, too… but she reassured him… let him know multiple times that they didn’t need store-bought gifts to be happy for Christmas. There would be other years to spoil Nadela, but for now, she would be content just having her father at home and smiling for the holidays.

        … and he believed her, and Nayru, he loved her so goddesses damn much. She was his light, his fire, his queen. Whenever Nalya said things would be okay, they always turned out okay, even when they were at their lowest. He dared not let Nadela see him like this as she toddled towards them, tugging at daddy’s work pants as he clung to mommy, but something about the way she seemed to excitedly try to get his attention, evidently so happy that her beloved father had returned home, raised his spirits. He’d be okay–

        No, they would be okay.

[ofsandandtime]

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[ofsandandtime]

//Okay but I just had an idea I need to share: Dark and Nalya cosplaying as Inuyasha and Kagome and Nadela is, like, Shippo or something xD

@tenebriism​

[the2heartlessbeings]

Reblog if your 18+

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AND DON’T LIE.

[ofsandandtime]

/dumps a bucket of ✖s on you

Send “✖” if you think my oc is well written.

//you get over here and let me love you goddammit

[sweatermouth-deactivated2020101]

my mom thought otp meant “oh, the pain.”

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what’s the difference

[ofsandandtime]

X //Ali has amazing OCs, okay? <3333

Send “✖” if you think my oc is well written.

//impy plz