#masteroftheseas

[antiomnia]

Leviathan, the master of the seas.

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Inspired by this.

[dcvilgrams]

for the self-ship asks!! 😍 🖋 ☕

😍: name (Xhura's) three favorite things about (Lucifer)

his dedication to his family, his work ethic, & his deadpan snark~

🖋: who writes the other sappy poetry/cheesy love songs?

Xhura 100% writes cheesy poems that he never intends to see the light of day... until the one fateful occurrence when Lucifer thinks the notebook is Xhura's for their shared Advanced History course and peruses the contents

(he never tells Xhura he's seen the poems; he finds them adorable—if a little overly sappy—and respects his husband's privacy. he'll share them when he's ready~)

☕: how do (they) comfort each other on a bad day?

after Xhura has a bad day, Lucifer makes sure his own schedule is open—should Xhura need nothing but a little comfort—but he also makes sure Xhura's schedule is freed

sometimes Xhu needs to cook off his stress with a family meal, or go to bed early to sleep it off. whatever it is, Lucifer makes sure to make it happen when what will help becomes apparent

after Lucifer has a bad day, Xhura first makes sure everyone else in the House is taken care of; dinner made and served, homework done, chores too. anything to make the usual duties Lucifer will give himself regardless of his day are taken care of

once all that is done, Xhura opens an antique bottle of demonus, puts on one of Lucifer's favorite vinyls, and sets his husband up for a relaxing evening free of burdens and worries

basic ass self-ship asks to make you go feral | my ask

[goldenglorfindel]

-fishy squints-

He was instantly wary when Osse appeared.

“I don’t think I’ve done anything I need to be apologising to you for? Is there anything wrong?”

[weaverofdoom]

If he noticed her look, he didn’t react. After all, did they not all have unique adaptations in their fanar that could be curious to each other’s eyes? Some considered his scales and fins to be strange, while he considered those with an excess of hair or fur to be odd. Such was their way.

“Then what performance is struggling? His Music? I should think Manawenuz would be better suited to offering advice there.”

-- 

“His Music is functioning perfectly, save for the odd feanorian sympathiser but that’s nothing I can’t handle..”

Taking a step back, she realises how dumb this idea was. I mean, creatures of his realm mostly laid eggs.. save the occasional dolphin or whale. Perhaps Yavanna would have something in her kit. Either way, she had already tried binding her husband with whatever delicate and erotic tapestry she could conjure, and still nothing. 

“Brother, how do creatures of your realm.. procreate?” 

[tyelp-with-a-spear]

@masteroftheseas I found you another Ossë product

[askrossiel]

"What are you afraid of?" (from @lindethiel)

“I’m... I know it’s ill-hearted of me, and I know not every Dwarf followed his rule, but I’m still afraid of them nonetheless.  Just... just tell me when they’ve gone away -- er... you don’t think anyone else will think to look for me in the wine-cellar, do you?”

[theshipwright]

The next day, when Cirdan wakes, it is to find that all of his shoes have 'mysteriously' disappeared while he slept, with only a little puddle left behind in their place.

mornings with a maia could make life a little interesting.  sometimes it meant the tub was occupied when he entered the washroom.  sometimes it meant there were various degrees of gifts ( traditional to . . . the kind only ossë could provide ) left around his living quarters.  in this case, it meant walking past part of his dressing area and stepping in a puddle.  silver eyes focused on the wet spot and a soft sigh followed, even as strong shoulders slumped.  

círdan pulled a hemp rope out and used it to tie back the majority of his hair -- which was steadily starting to work itself into ropes again -- before heading out.  bare footed.  it wasn’t often that he bothered with shoes anymore but some days, there simply wasn’t an option.  

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it was not long before he was sat upon the end of the pier with his bare toes drifting back and forth in the water as he lazily kicked his feet.  eventually ossë had to show up.  work could be delayed just a bit.

[wulfiestired]

   @masteroftheseas  Osse Done in 5c from Hoopla’s outfit challenge.  Somethings a little fishy about this bear. > : / ((Also weeps ive been trying to post this all day but tumblr is so broken))