Magic Ink & Shapeshifting

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explicit warning: don't read on if you're uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related

have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

LGBTQ+ friendly

OC friendly

Multi-muse friendly

You don’t have to apologise for late replies

You don’t have to apologise for taking a break from your blog

You don’t have to apologise for having muse for one thread and not another

You don’t have to apologise for going quiet for a while, whether IC or OOC

You don’t have to apologise for being passionate about your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for going your own way with your muse(s)

You don’t have to apologise for straying from canon

You don’t have to apologise for having down days, down weeks, down months

You don’t have to apologise for typos 

You don’t have to apologise if we don’t have the same first language

posting the miw content i want to see (31/∞)

Open to:Male/nb, Submissive top/vers/bottom

Plot:Elias works for your muse's father and has been tasked with protecting your muse during a dangerous time, but your muse is being a little brat that needs to be put int their place

"Just because everyone is trying to stop me from doing my work doesn't mean I'm a brat-" the artist huffed, pale green eyes flicked up to look at him surrounded in black eyeliner, pursing his lips, tucking his hair back behind his ear he sighed, "Listen. I know my dads and aunt are all meaning well but god damn I do not need to be babysat- I have my own shop to run." he huffed, moving to stand up to get a charging cable for his tablet to continue working.

(look at that instinctive regret)

Viel had been instinctively biting his lip because he'd gotten stuck on a lyric, and it helped him think through the haze. But when Vinny blurted out he wanted to bite his lip, he looked up and blushed a little, brushing his hand back into his hair to scratch at his head. "I mean, if you'd like to, I'd be more than willing to let you." Viel replied softly, though he seemed to be more in regret than anything about what he'd just said. "Of course, that's if you're comfortable with it. I won't push."

The young drummer stared at him for a moment, jaw slack. "Wait you'd let me-" His face went red, the crypid fae hiding his face, "I... you... ? Me?" he asked pointing to himself as his face got darker and darker red, shivering. "You..."

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「 Okey, first of all, happy birthday to my dear little emo raccoon, Ricky Olson, and secondly, the beginning of September is here! With the scent of autumn in the air and getting closer to Halloween 🎃 there couldn't be a better date than this to post this drawing of Chris and Ricky, vampiric, romantic, gothic and bloody ⚰️🖤

⠀I've also used a new technique that I had not tried before: coloring in B&W and then adding color with overlay layers, and the truth is that I'm happy with the result and I've felt more comfortable with it, and, in addition, I've done it much faster.

⠀I hope you like it as much as I do and that you're ready for Spooky Season!!🍂 」

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– Aʀᴛ ʙʏ @glitter-n-blood-x

Hvitserk silently lead Erik out of the Great Hall and through throngs of citizens of Kattegat. He walked without speaking, leading Erik to the open market that was busy with all sorts of trades and purchases happening. Kattegat was a large trading post, ever-growing as the years went by. He stops at a stall where furs and linen are being sold.

"Ivar will undoubtedly dress you as he sees fit but if you are to get coin, you should come, purchase what you like. Don't let him own you so completely." He smiles at the fur trader before moving on to a stall selling fresh bread and pulls coin from his purse. "Here, eat. There's nothing better than food, especially during trying times."