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A small corner of shark moon’s room, him w/ his little lamp, finished moon’s room now onto sunny’s this is taking forever but oh well
hai we be simping for you two now
no background ver- because i don’t really like the background which i made…
Playlist | Far Cry 5 voice lines all compilations
* Eden’s Gate members ~ voice lines - The Project in general - Henbane River - Holland Valley - Whitetail Mountains * Seed family - Jacob and Faith ~ voice lines from cutscenes/radio/visions - Faith ~ singing (from random appearances, “Amazing Grace” from the cutscene) - John and Jacob ~ random lines
“When the world falls into the flames We will rise again”
Hades/ofmd crossover for @izzyhandsbingo!
This will be a fic someday. Eventually 😂
holy shit it looks so cool!!!!!!
[ID: a book cover. in the center is a red lute with gold wisps coming out of the hole. the lute is surrounded by blue vines and blue flowers with orange centers. the title on top of the lute reads “The Stray Spirit.” the text underneath reads “Lutesong Book One” and “R.K. Ashwick.” the second image shows both the front and back. there are more blue flowers and gold wisps on the back. end ID]
The Stray Spirit has a book cover!!
LOOK AT IT
AHHHHHHHHHH
!!!!!!!!!!!
IT’S SO PRETTY IM GONNA EXPLODE
IT’S LIKE IT’S A REAL BOOK OR SOMETHING
ahem. pulling myself together here.
I’m hoping to release this thing in the fall! as always, if you want to be the first to know about pre-order giveaways, ARCs, and release dates, the newsletter’s your best bet. the info will also hit Tumblr, of course, but a bit later.
I’m pretty sure an adult Neville with botanical tattoos is like, actual cannon right? I think so. Totally.
This was inspired by a post from boyswithplants on instagram; honestly, basically all their posts make me think ‘this guy would make a great Neville Longbottom’
Moving Day
Not captured: Jon struggling to lift up a box of pillows to the side
MAHERSHALA ALI IN MOONLIGHT 2016 | dir. Barry Jenkins
would you just fucking look at him.
so-called free thinkers when their friend stretches and their top rides up exposing their soft and vulnerable tummy
Mhhhh, angst and Jamil not getting what he wants once again :)c
A lovely meal
OC X JAMIL
i know i dont usually talk about my twst ocs here but. i wrote a thing and i like it.
the oc featured is my newest oc! Blithe Charming the snake fae
SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR CH 4//
Jamil falls in love with Blithe slowly.
When he first encountered Blithe the fae is yelling at the leader of Ignihyde, insisting theyre friends. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as a small pale hand was slapped over his mouth by a red haired boy.
The very next day, Jamil found he was put in the same class as them, at first he was annoyed at his curious nature and energetic antics. It reminded far too much of Kalim.
But one day... he was assigned a project with them. Like the good Scarabia member he was; he made sure to keep a careful eye on him, planning only to see what makes him tick. He watched over Blithe, studying him to see if he was really as naive as he seemed.
And then he started to fall.
As he fell, Jamil found he would notice more of Blithe's ticks, the little habits one could only learn by very closely and very carefully, very lovingly studying someone.
First, he fell for the sharp glint in Blithes eye when he knew an answer.
Then it was the grin that was always waiting for him when he walked into the classroom, and the excited waving that followed.
The curious tilt and furrowed brow when they would try working something out and the almost visible lightbulb when the fae finally figured it out.
Jamil felt like he could be happy like this, with Blithe, forever. He never wanted it to end, never wanted it to changed.
It seems this want had jinxed it however. Because it all changed during one of Blithe and Jamil's semi-regular study sessions. That one fateful study session in the Scarabia lounge.
At first, it was like every other time. Jamil and Blithe would study over snacks that Blithe always made sure to thank and praise Jamil for. He'd always remember which they praised more than others; because if nothing else Jamil is observant.
This time however, something different happens. While the scenario was different, the way it happened was not. As he usually does, loud and annoying; Kalim bounded in, with all the grace and poise of an overgrown, overexcited golden retriever.
Jamil cant help but swallow the bitter taste in his mouth, chasing it with a smile that seems a bit too strained to be genuine. He stares at the two, Kalim demanding him for things rapid fire as usual, and Blithe, watching with the same curious tilt of the head and furrowed brow. The fae was trying to figure Kalim out.
Noticing this, Jamil's smile became a bit more genuine. Afterwards he flinched internally, scolding himself. Jamil couldn't believe he had ever thought Blithe, HIS Blithe was like... him.
He supposed he should've suspected they would've gotten along... theyre both bright, though Blithe is bright like the warmth of the sun, while Kalim is an eyesore. One he wanted nothing more to bathe and rest in, and the other he couldn't bear to look at for longer than what is necessary.
After that fateful session, it was no longer just "Jamil and Blithe" it was "Kalim, Blithe and Jamil". He always held his tounge more, shoulders more tense. His sanctuary away from Kalim had been taken.
He was always so tempted to just use his power to fix it. To make Kalim say bitter and hateful things to Blithe to drive Kalim away. The only thing stopping him the thought of hurting Blithe, his sun, even indirectly was too much to even fathom.
But something had to give. For now, Jamil decided to just wait. When the time is right, his plan would be put into motion and everything would fall into place. It would go back to just being "Blithe and Jamil", and he felt his heart warm at the thought, the smile creeping onto his face slowly.
"Eh? Whatcha thinking about Jamil?" Even the sound of his voice had become grating.
"It's nothing important. Kalim, I think we should discuss the Scarabia test scores now?"
"Ehehe! Of course, I know we all tried our hardest!" The smile on the dorm leaders face brought Jamil no warmth. Nothing like Blithe's smile.
So he kept on plotting, excited for the day where it would just be him and his sun again, not ever noticing the blot that was starting to turn the gem on his pen darker and darker.
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Have dis food 4 those who r simping 4 Chase ✌️😔
lover. murderer. maker.
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✤ FOREIGN AFFAIRS ✤
AN: So this is a fic that literally nobody asked for but I've had it in my drafts forever and I thought it would be a shame to waste the idea. Whoops. Enjoy. CW: Non-Con, Cunnilingus, Brief mentions of spitting in mouth and spanking, Threat of pregnancy, Sort of implied American reader but you could read it as any english speaking country, though there is a dig in there that is pretty much aimed at Americans,
It’s hard being a foreigner in a country where you can’t speak a word of the language, harder than you’d expected when your job asked you to move halfway across the world.
Getting around is tough and it’s hard to remember all of the customs and formalities, but the worst part about living so far from home is how lonely it is.
At the beginning, you spent most nights curled up in your tiny apartment, crying and checking the time difference between where you are and home to see if it would be ok to call your parents. Things haven’t changed much since then. You know a little more of the language but you still haven't made any friends.
Well, except for your hot landlord who lives next door.
He doesn’t speak a lick of english, but you don’t need to speak the same language to fuck.
You aren’t quite sure how your arrangement came to be. One minute you were handing him rent money and the next he was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. It doesn’t matter. You're content knowing that if he’s waiting on the staircase when you get home from work, it’s going to be a good night.
He’ll pull you down the hall, hands tangling in your hair and lips crashing against yours, fumbling clumsily with his keys to unlock the door to his apartment, all but kicking the door open and carrying you inside.
His kisses are hungry, greedy. Filled with a passion that you’ve never felt with boys back home. Maybe it’s just the fantasy-fulfillment aspect of having a hot foreign lover, but if he’s anything to go by, the rumors of men overseas being better at sex are definitely true.
Before you can even make it into the bedroom, your clothes are peeled off and shed on his kitchen floor. He's all over you the minute you’re naked, grabbing and touching you like he wants to commit the feeling to memory, worshiping every nook and cranny like he may never feel you again.
You and him will somehow stumble into his bed in between hot kisses. Sometimes he’ll chase you playfully, sometimes he’ll lead you by the hand, sometimes he’ll scoop you up and throw you onto the mattress; mumbling something in his language that you don’t understand but sounds pretty hot anyway.
Then he’ll climb on top of you and take you apart piece by piece. Suckling gently on your nipples while his fingers work your clit, nibbling little love bites on your thighs before lifting your hips so he can bury his face in your cunt, pressing teasing kisses down your body, mumbling what you assume to be praise of your figure in between each one.
He just understands your body. He's attentive, a quick learner. It only took about a week of sleeping together for him to know exactly how to unravel you. He’s a generous lover. You’ve never slept with him without orgasming at least once. You’ve never had to fake an orgasm either, which is a massive improvement from the past men you’ve been with.
It's not lost on you that the way he treats you is kind of strange for a fuck-buddy...
...But damn if it isn’t hot when he gets down on his knees and mumbles a prayer of adoration into your stomach.
Once it’s his turn to receive it can go one of two ways:
He’ll either be gentle, caressing you like fine china as he rolls his hips into yours, making love to you slowly, reverently, using your moans as a guide on how to touch you. He’ll cum with you, holding your hand as you both tumble over the edge, then pull you into his chest as the two of you come down and prepare for round two, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
Or he’ll be rough and relentless. Pounding into you unforgivingly, tossing you into whatever position he pleases before fucking you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. He’s quite kinky, you’ve learned. When he’s in these moods he likes spitting in your mouth and pulling your hair, calling you filthy names as you cum for the third time.
You’ve learned a few new words in his language because of your arrangement: faster, slower, slut, fuck, and I’m going to cum.
Not very practical for day to day use but still nice to know.
Once the two of you are spent, you’ll shower and he’ll pour you a glass of wine, then you'll sit on his small balcony in silence, looking out at the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.
It’s…nice. Peaceful. It’s strange that you feel so intimate with him when the only real conversation you’ve ever had was a google translated text message about rent.
But just like any good drama with a foreign fling, it can't last forever.
As great as he is in bed, this country isn’t your home. You miss your family and friends and being able to ask for directions without feeling like an idiot. You’ll miss him—no doubt lie in bed sometimes and wonder what he’s doing, if he still thinks of you—but it’s better this way. You don’t belong here, you never have.
You’re sitting on his balcony basking in afterglow about three weeks before you’re set to leave when you drop the news. It’s better sooner rather than later, you decide. It’s not like you could irish-goodbye him, he is your landlord.
“Leaving…” his brow knits. He says it like the word tastes sour in his mouth.
“Yeah, in three weeks.” you smile, holding up three fingers for clarification.
He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray, shaking his head and mumbling something that you can’t understand. He looks…distressed. You hadn’t expected him to be thrilled by the news, but he looks like someone just punched him in the gut.
“Are you alri-”
“You aren’t leaving me.” he snaps, grabbing your wrist hard. Possessively, as if he’s nervous you might run away from him.
You're surprised by his hostility, but more so by the response he gave you. It was heavily accented and short, but it was grammatically correct English—something he’d never given any indication of knowing.
“What are you-”
You're cut off by a searing hot kiss. Ravenous and passionate, full of teeth and tongue—but not in the way they normally are. This one is… darker, like he’s trying to establish his dominance.
You squirm and try to push him off of you but he won’t let you go, fisting a hand in your hair to hold you in place as his mouth claims yours.
“Did we mean nothing?” he asks, backing you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head, “We’ve been making love for months and you want to leave?”
“English…” your eyes tear up as he nips at your neck, “I thought you…”
“I’ve known it the whole time,” he lets out a small laugh of amusement. “They teach us English in school. We actually have good education here.” You cry, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he alternates between making out and nibbling at your neck, “I thought you'd think it was romantic, having a foreign lover.”
Each kiss steals your breath, makes you dizzy. He licks his lips, eying you hungrily, “I was going to pretend to learn english for you. I thought it would be a cute story to tell our children…”
Your eyes widen. Children? He wants to have kids-
Your thoughts are interrupted by him rising to his feet, hoisting you up with him and walking you to his bed. He tosses you on the mattress, climbing on top of you, hissing something quietly in his language that you don’t understand as he rocks his hard erection against your thigh.
“You aren’t leaving.” he growls, “I’ll handcuff you to this damn bed if I have to. There is nothing where you came from that you don’t have here”
You writhe as he kisses down your torso, bucking and squirming, trying to push him off of you. He tugs your hips down with a growl, sinking his fingers into the squishy flesh to keep you from moving.
“P-please…” streams of tears roll down your cheeks as he tugs down your pants, “M-my home… My family.”
“This is your home now,” he growls, holding you down with one hand, fumbling with his pants with the other, taking out his hard penis.
He chuckles to himself in amusement and lines up with your hole, murmuring the next part in against your swollen lips as he pushes himself in.
“And I’m gonna make you a brand new family tonight.”
You once heard that foreign men are better lovers.
Guess it depends on which one you run into.
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