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corn6vhcbn3c · 1 year
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mndvx · 2 months
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NIGHTCRAWLER in X-MEN ‘97 — Remember It (S01E05)
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angelsdean · 6 months
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i really love reading older meta posts, especially ones from when the show was airing. seasons speculation, episode recaps and analysis. so so good. all of this was also part of why i loved the spnwin era and all the week-to-week theorizing. and why i can't wait for the s16 revival bc i just love love love connecting dots, analyzing, speculating, unraveling, finding patterns and symbolism and collectively posting abt it and bouncing ideas off each other and being excited. it's what fandom is about at it's core, community and collaboration and shared joy in this show we love
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lordgrimwing · 6 months
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losing my mind over the fact that
The Silmarils being precious beyond compare and actually making people unwilling to give them up is canon! Or, well, technically the canon that the Silmarils can enthrall people. Same thing.
I'm so tickled that this headcanon is actually canon, and you don't need to take my word for it, here's the pertinent quote:
"And Melkor, seeing that Fëanor wavered, and knowing that the Silmarils held his heart in thrall, said at last ..."
who cares what Melkor said, the Silmarils make people their thralls!!
The question is, have they had this ability since their creation, or only since the Valar hallowed them?
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marlynnofmany · 19 days
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If you picnic where Fair Folk are, are you safe if you share first? Second? Never be shared with but you can share your own food?
If you give them a written copy of your name when asked, "here's a copy so you won't forget it", have you given them the dangerous part? It may depend on the system, that one, but if a safe response is "you may call me [actual name]" then...maybe? A "copy"...
What if you respond "and yours?" after telling them yours? What about "and may I have yours?" Can they even refuse? Or if you try turning the questions around before you even give yours up. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours" is surely binding, if they do tell you a name (which may not even be theirs!), but doesn't specifically state that anything but information is given away. All implication...
"You may have my name, to hold upon your tongue, go release from your lips, but the name that belongs to me is ______." Belongs to me. Is that a binding declaration that they can't actually take it with them? Or will they try and snatch it anyways?
Prompted by that fairy cafe post but many ideas rattling around from before then...
All good questions! My understanding of the food thing is that eating their food on their territory means you've accepted a gift from them, and therefore owe them something in return, which they can use to keep you from leaving. Having a picnic in their territory probably wouldn't put you under the same contract, but it would put you at risk of trespassing laws. Which are probably worse.
And I'm pretty sure your True Name is like the magical equivalent of your social security number, or credit card number. It doesn't matter how the fae learned it, but once they've got it, you're at their mercy. They probably aren't willing to trade their own for yours. They may not be able to tell when you give them a fake one.
Have a comment from an Elsewhere University post:
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danielslaw · 1 year
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER SEASON 2 EPISODE 7 DRUSILLA AND ANGEL MEET AGAIN. "My (A)ngel." "Hello Drusilla."
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giantkillerjack · 2 years
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Man, Kubo and the Two Strings is a nearly perfect film with ONE BIG FUCKIN' WALLOP OF ABLEISM RIGHT AT THE FILM'S EMOTIONAL CLIMAX that makes you go "wait wait no wait that can't be right"
I just-- I can't even begin to understand why we as a society still need to equate blindness with ignorance and clear vision with a person's humanity.
Like, y'all know people in real life are blind, right? Visual impairment isn't just a metaphor. Blind people are real and they hear your stories too, for fuck's sake.
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hel-phoenyx · 4 months
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TIL while checking my Steam achievements that you can get the achievement "Ceremorphosis" even if Tav/Durge doesn't become illithid, and another member of the party does
What I meant to say is that sorry and thank you Karlach you earned me an early achievement
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hella1975 · 1 year
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I see you very vaguely (i’m not as chronically online as some of y’all) but my vague interpretation of you is practically all I need to have to make this game funnier?
So, I feel like you’re an old soul, like some people get to know you and need to tell you that you’re wise or that you’re handling tasks above your peers age group, like, you’re just grounded and very practical. Almost jaded by experience that is just not expected from 20 year olds.
This assumption stems from your blog being a pretty green and your pfp being a tree, my brain associates greens with wisdom and being not an idiot and whatnot. I also think it comes from you ranting about your job but not quitting it.
Like, you’re just capable to withstand this life? Like? Idk. I find it kinda impressive. Greens do me like that, I see green and think that it’s gonna gift me with esoteric knowledge unnoticed and unheard ever before. And I get this same vibe from you as well.
Sometimes I get on tumblr and see the same post reblogged 10-15 times, read every single one of them expecting the text to absorb and go about my day thinking “I got blessed to find this funky post today, guess this spiel with mental illness runs not JUST by me. Thanks, hella-esoteric-knowledge-1875”.
I also think very highly of you just cause I got gob smacked, bamboozled and absolutely gutted by your fanfiction. And I ABSOLUTELY MEAN IT, taob crushed me and stopped me from breathing till I read the last words of the chapter at the moment (I read taob in like, a day and a half). The shit that was written in this work made my brain wired better, like I saw the world a clearer picture.
So now, I sit and view at your blog. And see every now and than how a garfield pfp bullies you into stretches and absolutely destroys you with ethel cain.
Thriving 👍🫶
SHOUTOUT TO THAT GARFIELD FREAK FR 🔥
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deathsweetblossoms · 1 year
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Juniper & Thorn Spoilers
Wow standing ovation for Sevastyen Rezkin for seeing the manifested trauma of his lady love in her monster form and deciding he loved her anyway. My ex couldn’t even handle me (rightly) yelling at him for cheating on me, outright calling me a monster for losing my temper. Wowowowow. When will the universe send me an Ivan who can handle my rage and my hurts and my monster form???
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royal-wren · 2 years
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On my mind, Mercury haunts my thoughts with the wolfish grin, a sight to be sure but one that has an underlying meaning behind it. One that comes with a wicked smile and wicked eyes to match that one has to soak in to really understand what really lies there. Careful gaze behind an easy smile that holds me with anticipation and adrenaline. There lies what is greatly restrained and what should never be pushed or prodded with the aim to provoke.
Beside him, my heart beats like the wild that smile holds beneath the surface. Terrifying and mighty but addicting nonetheless, that leaves me with a voraciousness long attested to him. It strikes with the energy of pure electricity injected into my veins, pounding through me -- leaving me only wanting more. I beg for one more vivid night in untamed darkness and mystery.
A low answer whispers, "Just say the word all you need do is ask and we can revel once more as I inspire overwhelming hunger. For me -- for you too, you will know what can never be quelled no matter all you drain and hoard while trying to fulfill the insatiable. For that is the unrelenting nature they once ascribed to me in any mention to the lion."
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hitsugaya-toushirou · 11 months
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Yoruichi in Bleach: Dark Souls
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inactive-339944 · 2 years
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OMG SORRY IM LIKE. IM GOING CRAZY I NEED TO STOP POSTING BUT THERES SO MUCH HAPPENING
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mumblingsage · 2 years
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Watched Interview (the series, currently am trying to find source of 90s movie) and everything everyone’s been saying is correct, but I’m finding a lack of appreciation for Louis in Dubai. The style! The power! The panache! 
It’s a beautiful (and if he wasn’t our Blorbo, would be terrifying) contrast to his pain and disorientation when he was just starting out on this eternal life thing in the early 1900s. And Jacob Anderson has the range to inhabit all those extremes. Fantastic.
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yawnderu · 2 months
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You can never take the military out of a man. Not when that man lost so much thanks to it, giving it his very own soul to serving the Queen and saving the world. Not a single thought about retirement ever going through Simon's head, fully accepting and embracing the idea of dying on the field, of having a warrior's death, fighting tooth and nail until someone gets lucky enough to finally put him down— until you came along.
Simon Riley is a proper lad now, well in his 50's and on his fifth year of retirement, strands of grey adorning his dark brown hair, a thin layer of fat covering his bulging muscles that seem to be getting bigger by the years, never one to stand still for too long and secretly loving the way you praise his body like he's a God.
He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, another deep moan dragging its way out of his throat at the way your hand wraps around his thick cock with a vice-like grip, your warm tongue circling his leaking tip, his salty precum mixing in with your saliva.
“Like tha', baby.” Simon whispers, his hand wrapping around a fistful of your pretty hair the moment you lick a teasing stripe over his bulbous, pink tip. His free hand quickly replaces yours— something you're too familiar with after being together for so many years, your hands resting on his thick thighs just to feel the way his muscles ripple beneath your soft palms.
“Open your mouth.” It's not an order, it's a plea, his gravelly voice becoming slightly whiny with each deep groan leaving his lips as he wanks over your face, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath he was forced to take. Your lips part with no hesitation, the warmth of your breath as your tongue pokes out of your mouth is what sends him over the edge, ropes of thick, hot cum landing in your mouth with an accuracy that could have surprised you if you weren't too busy being enthralled by your husband.
Simon looks like a fucking painting, the light coming from the ceiling giving his bulging muscles the perfect shadow, his thin lips slightly parted and a light stubble adorning his pale cheeks, half-lidded eyes staring down at you with blown pupils as he mindlessly smears his hot, creamy cum all over your face with his sensitive tip, just as enamoured as you are.
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tojirights · 4 months
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I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Vox’s ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!
a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor 😍 this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! 🩷
tags: 18+ smut nsfw!
vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.
and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.
"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.
"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "you’re so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.
this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.
"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."
valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.
"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.
and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."
the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.
"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.
"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."
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