Welcome to the ball!! Dearie-Ohs, what can I say - its been five years to the day since I've started this blog and its been a wild ride so far!
Thank you everybody all for all the likes, reblogs, asks and comment. I've met so many wonderful people in this five years, so many friends that I am so grateful that I met.
So I'm holding a ball - come for a dance, come for a twirl or a whirl
We need some tunes on for this ball so reblog with a picture of your f/o/self ship and a short description of your relationship (can be romantic, platonic, queerplatonic or familial) and I'll give you a wee playlist. All fandoms are welcomed but no grantee that it will fit if I'm not familiar with it. Don't have to be a mutual to take part, its a celebration - dress up to the nines, grab a drink, eat a bit and tale a spin around the dance floor.
Tagging @polyamarhousgarden @shinyeeveelynn @sincerely-bats @multiversal-selfshipper @atheneum-of-ardour - come and have a dance!!!
For @sincerely-bats Bats, Merry Christmas!! I know your not one for christmas but I wanted to make you this. Thank you for the lovely year!! now onwards -
A web weave for Magnus and Sam Winchester (Supernatural).
Tagging only if you want @polyamarhousgarden @shinyeeveelynn @multiversal-selfshipper @atheneum-of-ardour
If anyone wants to be added onto the tag list please message or dm me~
gambit headcanons that no one asked for ♡
x-men '97 rogue,, you fumbled so hard
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➺ remy flirts like it’s breathing. doesn’t matter if you’ve been together for five minutes or five years—he’ll still wink at you across the room like you’re a stranger he needs to know
➺ he’s tactile. always touching—your waist, your hand, your thigh under the table, your lower back when he moves behind you. it’s subtle but constant. he craves that contact
➺ calls you chérie (if you’re fem), mon cœur, ma belle, sweet thing, or something shamelessly romantic
➺ he brings you little gifts constantly. not big stuff—trinkets, shiny things, strange dice, antique keys, old playing cards, stuff that “reminded me of you”
➺ when you ask why something reminded him of you, he always gives some sweet-talking, vague poetic answer: “'cause it’s got a bit of magic to it, same as you”
➺ he's not possessive, but he is territorial in his own way. if someone’s being too forward, he’ll step in with that easy grin and deadly glint in his eye
➺ he trusts you completely. his jealousy isn’t rooted in insecurity—it’s just that he lives for you and doesn’t want anyone else getting ideas
➺ he doesn’t raise his voice when someone disrespects you. he just smiles, and that smile alone is usually enough to end the conversation fast
➺ when you're in bed and he thinks you're asleep, he’ll whisper soft french phrases to you. sometimes sweet nothings, sometimes full-on rambles about how he never thought he’d get to love someone like this
➺ he teaches you how to shuffle cards his way, guiding your fingers from behind. if you get it right, he kisses your knuckles like you're royalty
➺ always down to slow dance in the kitchen at 2am. music optional
➺ loves cooking with you—even if you aren't great at it, it becomes a chaotic, giggling mess and ends with a lot of kissing and flour everywhere
➺ he loves seeing you in his clothes. the looser it hangs on you, the more unholy thoughts he’s trying to keep hidden under that charming smile
➺ has a way of leaning in when he talks that makes your heart skip—like his voice is just for you
➺ when he kisses you, it’s slow. he draws it out like he’s savoring every second, like he’s writing a love letter with his mouth and your skin is the page
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⚠︎ SUBTLE NSFW BELOW CUT. MDNI. 18+ ⚠︎
➺ he’s a tease to the core. everything with remy is slow burn, from the lazy way he kisses you to the way his hands barely graze the skin under your shirt until you’re whining for more
➺ he lives to get you begging. not out of cruelty—he just thinks it’s beautiful. the way your voice breaks, the way your back arches, the way your fingers grip him like he’s the only thing keeping you from floating away
➺ his fingers are skilled. quick with cards, quick with locks, very quick with your body. he knows pressure points, soft spots, what makes your legs tremble—he learns it all like a master thief
➺ his mouth? dangerous. soft lips that trail lower with agonizing slowness. kisses down your thighs, hands spreading you open while he looks up through those long lashes like heaven help you, this is happening
➺ he’ll speak in french when he’s between your legs—half praise, half filth, all sin
➺ switches effortlessly between “ma belle, you’re so good for me” and “look at you, chérie. makin’ such a mess beggin’ f’it, huh?”
➺ loves telling you how pretty you are when you fall apart for him. “c’est magnifique… you gonna do that again for me, baby?”
➺ but also isn’t shy about calling you out when you’re needy. “so greedy, mon amour. couldn’t wait, could you?”
➺ big fan of you on top—hands behind his head, smug grin, letting you grind until you're completely out of breath. then he’ll flip you over and take over
➺ loves fucking you up against a wall, one hand around your throat, the other gripping your thigh
➺ he’s got a thing for semi-public places—balcony, alley behind a bar, tucked-away corners. you blushing and breathless while trying to stay quiet? chef’s kiss
➺ king of aftercare. immediate shift into soft, sweet mode. he’ll whisper against your skin, kiss every inch of you like he’s sealing the moment in place
➺ cleans you up gently, helps you into his shirt, tucks you under his arm and won’t stop brushing his fingers along your spine
➺ “you okay, chérie? need anythin’? water? my soul? it’s yours.”
Introducing Eden Breach, my Kekkai Sensen self insert! Libra's own rough-and-tumble white rabbit. Info and separate drawings below the cut!
Taglist: @voidselfshipp, @tex-treasures, @fervent-adoration, @sincerely-bats Thank y'all as always for your support!
I'm still working out her backstory as I rewatch the series but I just had to draw her. She's loosely based on the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, and her ability, "The Warren," reflects this. She acquired this ability during the Great Collapse, when she wandered into the pocket dimension of an unknown being she's taken to calling "the King." Though it didn't speak, the being seemed to take an interest in her, and gave her the ability to slip in and out of that pocket dimension at will. She uses this primarily for movement and evasion, as well as storing important things. (She can only hold other living things in the Warren for a very short amount of time.) She's able to enter the Warren by twisting a busted pocket watch she keeps with her at all times.
I'll post more info about her soon!! I'm very happy with how she turned out.
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