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when ghouls do the head tilt.

thats all.

8 beat Ritchie is such a creature

Imagine you reborn as Trisha second baby and your mom is your older sister now

Id kill it as a medieval peasant

People were saying Dakota Johnson shouldn't do a period piece bc she looks like she knows what an iPhone is but I feel like theoretically if I were an actor I could do period pieces. I feel like my face fits in a period piece for some reason.

I wish

And is the update that removes tumblr live with us right now?

the Knight and her Princess, Ch 3

ch 1 ch 2

royalty AU, knight!mist x princess!aurora, fluffy fluffy 5+1 things about two idiots in love🪼🎀 five times the famously stoic captain of the royal guard, Mist, was flustered by Princess Aurora, and one time she got her revenge. read on AO3 here or continue below!

3. Pretty

The next time Mist was summoned (yet again) to Princess Aurora’s chambers was after a royal banquet, thrown to celebrate the visit of a new alliance of the kingdom, the King of some faraway land. As captain of the royal guard, Mist had been present at their guests’ arrival, had seen their horses and carriages trodded into the fenced castle as she cast the command to lower the drawbridge. It was a rather rowdy bunch, she noted. Nothing like their own ruler, the princess’ father. Even from her post, she could clearly hear the boisterous laughter of the newly arriving King following a crude joke he made himself. The King did not spare her even one look when they passed, too busy wrapping his hand around the waist of his Queen, whose hat was adorned with rather monstrous-looking feathers, and wore a dress that seemed to weigh ten times more than Mist’s own armour and sword combined. She pursed her lips together tightly to suppress a smile as she bowed.

As she now made her way to her princess’ chambers, she allowed the smile to fully form on her lips. When she watched the guests file into the banquet hall, she had indeed wondered whether she would be called on by Princess Aurora after the feast, for she would surely have stories to share. Many times in the past, she had been graced with the princess’ presence following her attendance at such events. And while some tales she told were far from appropriate or even polite to leave a princess’ lips, Mist could not deny that she secretly looked forward to such occurrences. She told herself it was simply part of her duty, to relieve the princess of her tension after attending such tiring events. But truly, Mist just revered every second she was granted to spend with her princess, and she would never turn down a chance to hear the princess’ laughter and see the twinkle in her eyes. 

Arriving at the familiar door, it only took one knock before the princess’ voice called out to her. “Come in!” Mist pushed open the door and entered, eyes forming crescent moons in a smile at the unconcealed excitement clear in her voice. Princess Aurora had already changed out of her intricate gown, but her hairdo remained in place, though some strands had fallen out from the braids to softly frame her face like ribbons of moonlight. She was seated cross-legged on a plush cushion on her bed, and with a wide smile on her face she patted the space next to her and beckoned Mist to join her. 

Mist did as she was told, sitting down stiffly on the soft sheets of the bed. The first thing she noticed was that she smelled of flowers—though with an undeniable tinge of alcohol. Then, the princess scooted closer to her until she was pressing onto Mist’s side, and the heat radiating off of her made the knight promptly lose her train of thought. (But Gods, she was so warm. And soft. She was everything Mist was not, and it drew Mist to her like a moth to a flame.) 

All the stars in the galaxy were rendered dull as Mist met Aurora’s eyes, for they shined so prettily now, brighter than any light. “Oh, I have so many stories to tell you—” She grinned. It was endearing to see her like this, Mist mused. So carefree, no longer shackled by expectations. Mist felt honoured, privileged even, to be able to see this side of her so often; the trust her princess had bestowed upon her was a gift she felt unworthy to receive, but was grateful for nonetheless. 

“But first, would you help me with my hair, please?” The princess glanced at Mist with the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. Mist wanted to laugh at the pointlessness of the gesture, for they both knew there was no chance she could deny her anything, but she did look particularly adorable, so Mist could not bring herself to complain. 

She nodded. “Of course,” she shifted so she was facing her princess’ back, her long hair a golden waterfall embellished with specks of pink. “Did the maids not help you?” The knight questioned as her hands started on the task. Carefully, she began to untangle the delicate braids, her brows knitting together in concentration. The princess’ hair felt like silk to the touch, gliding through her fingers, which were calloused and rough from battle.

“They offered to help, of course, but I declined.” Mist could not see her face, but she could imagine Aurora’s expression from the playful lilt in her voice. “I was too impatient for that,” she continued. “Couldn’t wait. Wanted to see you sooner.”

Such a simple admission, yet as the words reached her ears Mist’s heart hopelessly skipped a beat. Her finger twitched as she removed a pin from the strand of hair in her hands, and she shook her head slightly, glad that the princess could not see her right now. Thankfully, if Aurora noticed her silence, she did not comment on it, and seamlessly steered the conversation to her tales of tonight’s banquet. 

As deft fingers now worked on gently untangling some unruly strands, the princess dutifully reported each noteworthy incident from the event. “...And when she pointed out his mistake, he got so embarrassed that he spilled the wine all over himself! Oh, how I wish you were there. He looked utterly ridiculous, and he was so angry that there was almost smoke coming out of his nostrils and ears! We were all trying so hard not to laugh—” Mist felt her own lips tugging up, curving into a smirk, as she watched the princess’ shoulders slightly shake from silent laughter. “—I do feel sorry for the poor servant, though. That drunken bastard,” she scoffed, contempt evident in her tone, “blaming his own mistake on an innocent servant.” She paused, contemplating. “I ought to make sure he isn’t punished,” she muttered under her breath, and Mist could hear the frown in her voice. 

That was her princess, Mist thought. Ever so considerate. “I’m sure His Highness would have made sure of that,” she reminded gently. Aurora’s father, the King, was a reasonable and benevolent one and took good care of those under his rule. As the princess nodded in agreement, she tugged on the final bow in her hair, freeing her curls at last. “There,” she said, “All done.” 

She stood up, turning around to put the ribbons and pins away on the vanity, before returning to her seat. Princess Aurora had turned around already and was staring at her rather intently. She felt her cheeks heat up as her princess’ stare bore into her eyes, and averted her gaze, suddenly finding interest in the intricate carvings of the wooden bedpost.

“...What are you looking at?” She questioned, but the question came out so softly she barely recognised her own voice. She was known for her cutthroat precision on the battlefield and the decisiveness she possessed, sharpened by years of combat, had often saved lives, including her own. But when it came to her dear princess, even a glance could dismantle her entirely, rendering her completely and utterly defenseless. And secretly, she didn’t mind it—she knew it was not a good thing for someone like her to have such a weakness, but when a glimmer of a smile from the princess could elicit a battalion of butterflies to wake in her stomach, even she could not resist the temptation of a little indulgence. She cleared her throat a little awkwardly. She was thinking too much, and that was never a good sign. “Is there something on my face?” She tried for a joking tone, but it fell flat. When she looked up again, Aurora’s eyes were still fixed on her face, her face cupped in her palms, elbows propped up on her knees. Her long lashes fluttered, like the wings of a butterfly. Then, as if coming out of a dream, the princess sat up straight, blinking. 

“Sorry, I was…” She gnawed on her bottom lip, searching for the right word. Mist waited patiently. “...Distracted, you could say.” A smile formed on her lips. A peace offering. ( And was that a hint of a blush blooming across her cheeks, as well? In that sense, they were matching, the knight supposed. )

“Distracted? By what?” 

“...You,” Princess Aurora admitted, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Me?” Mist frowned, not understanding. 

With a sigh, Aurora explained. “I was distracted because I was too busy looking at you, I suppose.” It was her turn to look away now, her eyes now gazing at her own socked feet that were dangling off the edge of the bed, swinging mindlessly. Then, as if having decided on something, she looked up at Mist once more. As their eyes met, Mist was nearly taken aback at the burning earnestness and intensity in her gaze. She gulped, mouth suddenly dry. 

“I like looking at you, you know.” Aurora continued. “N-not in a weird way, of course!” She laughed somewhat nervously. It was rare for her to be like this—blushing, apprehensive, restrained. And she couldn’t explain why, but it sent a burst of warmth to her heart. (Later, she recognised the glee she felt at that moment as being from the fact that she alone got to see the princess like this. Only her. The warmth persisted in her chest for days.) “I meant it as in…” Here she trailed off and paused again, wringing her hands and carefully choosing her next words. “You have very pretty features,” she continued, “And the way you move is so…Elegant,” She concluded. 

The previous blush that coloured Mist’s cheeks returned, now strengthened tenfolds. “Me? Are you sure?” She wanted to scoff, for no matter how hard she tried she could not link the words, so foreign and in her mind reserved only for the princess, to herself. She was many things—strong, battle-hardened, perhaps. One may even describe her as tough, intimidating. But pretty? Elegant ? She shook her head.

Yet it appeared that her princess was serious, fixing her with a glare that silenced her disbelieving remarks. “Yes! You haven’t seen the way you move, Mist. It’s mesmerising, really. You’re so—so agile, and there’s this… Fluidity, in your movement that not a single dancer in the kingdom could even think to replicate. You know, I used to sneak out just to see you train, at times.” She admitted with a shy smile, which Mist returned. 

“Ah, yes, I remember. You really thought I wouldn’t notice, when you were lurking about behind the trees?” Mist grinned, earning her a playful slap on the arm. Then, as the rest of the princess’ words gradually sunk in, she sobered at once. “But really, you…You flatter me, your highness.”

She yelped when unexpectedly, the princess flicked her square on the forehead with her fingers. “None of that now,” She chided, and Mist nodded with a pout as she rubbed at the spot she had been struck. (Rather dramatic, for she had endured much, much worse in battle, but she could never pass up a chance for some harmless theatrics. Not when it rewarded her with the precious sound of twinkling laughter from her princess.) Still, her cheeks blazed as the princess continued. “And I meant it when I say you’re pretty.” The syllables fell from her lips with such ease it was as if she was merely telling Mist the day of the week, or reporting the weather outside, but Mist momentarily lost the ability to breathe, mouth open and closing like a stupid fish. 

“Alright!” Her princess stood up all of a sudden, announcing cheerfully, though avoiding her gaze. “It’s getting late—I won’t keep you any longer.” Mist nodded mutely, her mind still buzzing like static. She stood up. “R-right. Of course,” she managed to respond as she got ready to leave. When she reached the door, she paused momentarily and turned. “Goodnight, Aurora.” It still felt improper to address her without the formal title, and Mist had to be sure not to slip up when they had company—but her name tasted so sweet on her lips, like honey, that she would willingly transgress the boundaries of class over and over again just to experience such joy.

The princess smiled at her, so delicate, so soft, so beautiful. 

“Goodnight, Mist.” 

As Mist shut the door behind her, she let out a long sigh. Aurora’s voice echoed in her mind, which was swarming with thoughts. On her way back to her chambers, she glanced up at the moon and her stars, shining down at her. The night was quiet, the sky cloudless, and normally she would have marvelled at the beauty of such a sight. But when she closed her eyes, all that surfaced was the gentle yet radiant smile of Princess Aurora. How could any being even dare to compete?

Oh my fucking god how am i supposed to be sane again after this

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆

listen while you read

written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

 he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile, 

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you” 

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

 “yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled. 

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were. 

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms. 

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

 “5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled. 

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

 james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

 “you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.” 

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

 he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

 he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

 “open that pretty mouth..”

 he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted,  make this makeup run..” 

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”  

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times. 

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt. 

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense. 

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?” 

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it, 

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips. 

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you,  “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore. 

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

I just love his fucking face so much

I feel like everyone in Guns N’ Roses was kissing each other is maybe they’re all secretly bisexual

Man I would too if I was in a band that looked like this

I’d be kissing everyone.

I imagine after Primo puts young Copia to bed Nihil wanders in and wakes him up. Sits on the edge of the bed, wide eyed and excited.

"I was reading just now... Did you know that the Blue Whale, the largest animal to ever live on this planet, emits a sound so deep that it is mostly unheard but can travel across the entire Pacific Ocean?"

Copia blinks, bleary eyed but polite.

Nihil continues, his Infernal Eye bright and illuminated in the dark. "And humpback whales--you know humpback whales don't you, boy-- have family songs. Over centuries they teach their family the song, can you believe it? That's just...that's just far out, isn't it?"

Copia glances quickly at his quilt, debating if he should just flop over and ignore the old man.

"These family songs can be linked all the way back to the ancestral portals of Atlantis, code across the centuries, the Akashic records! The Atlanean intrrdimensional knowledge, my boy---"

"Nihil, what are you doing?" Primo is at the open door now, a practiced frown across his face. "You can't just...wake a kid up. We've been over this. They need their sleep."

"Terzo enjoyed it," Nihil says back defensively.

"Actually, he--" Primo catches himself and displays a thin smile. "You know what Dad, I want to hear about whales. Come on, I'll put on a fire and we can talk about the Atlanteans all you want."

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damn your blood tastes sooo good. What are your pronouns

“if women want equality then they should be drafted” what if — just hear me out — what if nobody should be drafted. not even *looks behind my shoulder* not even men.

What would you do if I

I'd probably

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