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wpmorse · 1 year
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His father glanced up. "I did. Come have a look at this." A bundle of oilcloth lay on the table between them, and Lord Tywin had a longsword in his hand. "A wedding gift for Joffrey," he told Tyrion. The light streaming through the diamond-shaped panes of glass made the blade shimmer black and red as Lord Tywin turned it to inspect the edge, while the pommel and crossguard flamed gold. "With this fool's jabber of Stannis and his magic sword, it seemed to me that we had best give Joffrey something extraordinary as well. A king should bear a kingly weapon."
Tyrion IV -PG 433
Tyrion returns to The Red Keep to report to his father. Tywin is inspecting the newly forged valerian steel swords made from the Stark family blade Ice. 
I've had justifiable criticism about unintentionally trivializing Tyrion's role in his recent marriage with Sansa. But I think we can all agree that there is nothing good to say about the enabling sociopath who is behind the whole thing.
I tried to make the literary version of Tywin as terrifying and irredeemable without any sign of "Draco in Leather pants" or Charles Dance's charisma.
On a side note, Taiwan is wearing a houppelande which is a kind of medieval long coat. For some reason, I always find that I like to put all of our character characters in quote civilian gear unquote, as much as possible. In Tywin's case, it leads to the fact that all of the scariest things he's doing are behind the desk rather than out on the battlefield.
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spockvarietyhour · 1 year
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playing around with different outfits a few days ago, and it really does make a difference.
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dragons-and-handcuffs · 5 months
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Daemon Targaryen x male/nephew!reader
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You are the heir. The eldest son of Viserys and older brother of Rhaenyra.
You and your uncle always had a close bond. It was Daemon who was present when you claimed your dragon. It was Daemon who taught you how to fight. It was Daemon who you always look up to.
Others didn't like how close you were with him but neither you or Daemon cared.
Daemon was away for a while but came back for your namesday. As a gift he gave you a valerian steel sword that is just fit for a king and also took you to the best brothel in kings landing. He paid for the best and exotic whores and you both shared them.
By the end the boundaries between you and Daemon vanished. Daemon was proud of the man you have become and wanted to reward you. You were willingly on your knees as he took you from behind.
You two often visited the brothels for the next few months. You two always teaming up in the council and always go to war together.
When you got married you happily shared your wife with Daemon. Your wife didn't have any complaints, in fact she enjoys it. Your will come to the room to find Daemon fucking your wife or she will come and find Daemon fucking you.
Imagine you and Daemon fucking right after winning a war, with bloods and all.
When you became king everyone advised you to kick Daemon out of the council but instead you made him your hand. He is your uncle after all and he deserves the respect and the power
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astrolovecosmos · 2 months
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The Planets & Random or Obscure Associations
~Sun~
Creativity, vitality, head of state, the father, games, yellow and orange clothing, articles of value, jewelry, gold, brass, power, diamonds, citrine, topaz, jasper, amber, rhodochrosite, mistletoe, almonds, citrus, succulents, sunflowers, fevers, heart, back, spine, grapes, walnuts, rice, chamomile, frankincense, juniper, saffron, marigold, rosemary, rue, palaces, towers, luxury.
~Moon~
Eternal, cycles, silver, aluminum, pearls, moonstone, opal, selenite, chest, glands, lymphatic system, nervous system, emotions, mother, ancestors, nurture, rebirth, tides, baths, ocean, brew, boat, sap, willow trees, succulents, pale color plants, white flowers, cucumber, cabbage, lettuce, melons, shellfish, pumpkins, lakes, fountains, ports, fishponds, pools, springs, sewers, dairies, toys, reflection, blankets, objects of comfort.
~Mercury~
Communication, journal, pen/pencil, any writing tools, wings, phosphorous, mercury, agate, tiger's eye, brain, nervous system, eyes, respiration, thyroid, speech, hearing, intellect, vehicles, money, bills, paper, books, pictures, parties or social gatherings, scientific instruments, butterflies, messages, mail, hazel, mulberry, myrtle, seeds, aniseed, dill, fennel, lavender, liquorice, marjoram, parsley, valerian, hazelnuts, beans, mushrooms, pomegranates, carrots, celery, libraries, schools, markets, fairs, public spaces, tennis or badminton court, studies, banks, bowling greens, offices, blue, white, or light colored flowers.
~Venus~
Love, relating, lust, high-quality fabrics, copper, bronze, sodium, malachite, tourmaline, emerald, rose quartz, kunzite, sapphire, pastels, throat, kidneys, lumber region, art, music, aesthetics, social life, fashion, jewelry, wine, pleasure, alder tree, fruit trees, paint, ash tree, birch, pomegranates, early flowering, daisy, mint, marshmallow, meadowsweet, mugwort, plantain, tansy, roses, thyme, vervain, yarrow, potatoes, strawberries, wheat, sugar, nectarines, ballrooms, bedrooms, dining room, gardens, fountains, wardrobes, theaters, looking and feeling good.
~Mars~
Lust, conquest, desire, flaming sword, red things, fights, iron, brass, bloodstone, carnelian, cinnabar, pyrite, magnetite, ruby, garnet, hematite, muscles, reproductive organs, blood, kidneys, immunity, heat, action, arms, pepper, sharp instruments, cutlery, attacks, scissors, weapons, physical intimacy, bites, stings, scalds, burns, accidents, hawthorn, pine, thorns, cactus, aloes, anemone, arnica, belladonna, garlic, ginger, hops, mustard seed, nettles, wormwood, chives, onions, leeks, radish, rhubarb, tobacco, labs, furnaces, distilleries, bakehouses, ovens, smiths, butchers, fields, anger, passion, self-focus.
~Jupiter~
Expansion, optimism, religion, religious sites, tin, seduction, turquoise, chrysocolla, topaz, citrine, jasper, liver, pancreas, pituitary gland, sciatic nerve, excess, abundance, prophecy, philosophy, knowledge, universities, foreign travel, luggage, honey, oil, silk, fruit, distinct clothing, merchandise, horses, domestic birds, gambling, indulgence, entertainment, oak, dandelion, sage, endive, chervil, asparagus, figs, churches, temples, palaces, altars, courts, mansions, woods, orchards, winery, cornucopia, connecting with the soul.
~Saturn~
Limits, boundaries, father time, lord of death, shadows, lead, iron, steel, calcium, asbestos, sulphur, diamond, onyx, calcite, skeleton, spleen, skin, teeth, nails, joints, structure, crystallization, old age, blockage, anything dark, wool, heavy materials, agriculture, wheelbarrows, spades, farm houses and buildings, cold, laws, aspen, blackthorn, buckthorn, cypress, elm, toxic plants, hemlock, henbane, belladonna, hellebore, barley, beetroot, safflower, parsnips, spinach, deserts, woods, valleys, caves, church yards, ruins, coalpits, sinks, wells, mud, institutions.
~Uranus~
Eccentrics, mavericks, invention, genius, revolution, change, trends, disruptive science or tech, uranium, magnesium, lapis lazuli, sapphire, aquamarine, azurite, chalcedony, electricity, neon lights, plaid, nervous and circulatory system, pineal gland, chaos, violence, upheaval, astrology, steam engines, coal, machinery, coins, baths, fishponds, dangerous places, computers, magnets, quantum physics, research, welfare, humanity, hypnotherapy, railways, banks, gas, psychiatric hospitals, offices, hospitals, dispensaries, fortified places, chemicals, mingled/mingling, spirit and matter.
~Neptune~
Illusions, veils, diffuse, deception, water, oceans, mysticism, enlightenment, artistic pursuit and understanding, zinc, potassium, amethyst, fluorite, jade, sugilite, coral, aquamarine, pineal gland, lymphatic and nervous system, spine, mental processes, addiction, psychoses, disease, photography, music, substances, gas, religion, poetry, mimicry, chameleon, anesthetic, telepathy, empathy, dancing, psychic gifts, places near water, hospitals, places of healing, jeweler, painters, brewers, musicians, visionary.
~Pluto~
Power, influence, darkness, new life, what's hidden underneath, seeds, volcanoes, deep earth or ocean, bury, explosions, eruptions, abduction, plutonium, smoky quartz, obsidian, jet, pearl, deep reds, reproductive organs, the unconscious, nuclear, transformation, death, birth, rebirth, underworld, riches, earthquakes, big business, murder, detection, detective, invisibility, sneak, enforced change, hidden places, underground, drains, sewers, radioactive places, the occult, black magic, sacrifice, renew.
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The Prisoners Throne spoilers
Ok, a bit of a long post but whatever...
Let's go back to book one because we got a call back to when Jude killed Valerian :)
"I curse you,' Valerian whispers. "I curse you. Three times, I curse you. As you've murdered me, may your hands always be stained with blood. May death be your only companion. May you-" He breaks off abruptly, coughing. When he stops, he doesn't stir.
The curse! I wonder what/how she felt when Wren lifted it. Because clearly, she felt something.
His sister gasps. She touches her breastbone and her head tips forward so that her face is hidden. The High Queen's knight, Fand, unsheathes her blade, the glint of the steel reflecting candlelight. All around, guards hands go to their hilts. "Jude?" Oak whispers, taking a step toward her. "Wren, what did you-" "If you've hurt her-" Cardan begins, his gaze on his wife. "I removed the curse," Wren says, her voice even. "I'm fine," Jude grates out, hand still pressing against her chest. She moves to a chair, not the one at the head of the table, not her own and sits."
But what also struck me was that no one knew of the curse. Also, Cardan being worried :))
Cardan holds up a hand to stop her. All teasing is gone from his voice. "What curse?"
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axelsagewrites · 8 months
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hey could i get jealousy headcanons for aemond please! angst/comfort if that’s okay!🫶🏻
Jealous Aemond Targaryen Would Include:
Pairing: Aemond x f!reader
Word count: 542
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Warnings: jealousy, insecurity
Masterlist here
It doesn’t take much to make Aemond jealous
As a proper prince he has learned how to hide it
Or so he claims
However, his glares are so icy it could cut valerian steel when he sees another man try court you
Before your betrothment he would just watch with daggers in his eyes when you met suitors
During balls and dances he’d glare across the room as the men danced with you
He’d barely last two dances before insisting you dance
And of course, once you begin dancing with Aemond he just keeps insisting on one more dance
“Just one more,”
Till he makes sure you’re too tired to dance with anyone else
Any man who he thinks is trying too hard for your attention he’ll invite to train with him
They all assume this is a nice gesture until their pinned to the ground with a dagger to their neck
Aemond grows a reputation at court for his dagger skills
But also, rumours begin to fly about your relationship
When you confront him as to why he’s scaring off all your suitors he just scoffs
Until that is you drag him off to his chambers to yell at him
He tries to pretend it’s not true, but he can’t stand seeing you upset
“I just can’t stand watching those men throw themselves at you,”
“Why don’t you want me to be happy?”
“I want you to be happy with me!”
You soon learn Aemond shoves all his emotions down until they explode
When you got betrothed, his jealousy slowly lessened
However, you figured this was because now all the men at court were afraid of Aemond
So, this meant it was the foreign lords who suffered Aemond’s wrath
If it was a small lord or a lordlings son or gods forbid one of their servants, he would have no issue dragging you away
Occasionally even threatening a lord’s son who was trying too hard for your attention
You always tried to calm him down but once he was angry it was hard to stop
However, if it was a higher lord, someone his mother would scold him for threatening, he would become extremely petty
“Lord Baratheon must’ve just been hilarious today,”
“Sorry isn’t Martell your new dance partner?”
“Don’t mind me I’m just your husband,”
These are the comments which make you drag him to his chamber to yell at him
“Why can’t you trust me?”
“I do trust you just not them,”
He would barely be able to meet your eyes as he said a soft “I’m sorry”
And Aemond hated apologising, so it made all your anger melt away
“I only love you,”
“I just don’t know how you could love me,”
“I don’t know how you can’t” you’d tell him holding him by his face
Aemond would try work on his jealousy
Eventually he would become more secure in his relationship after working on himself
However, no matter what the second someone touched you, even a kiss on the hand, he was ready to start war
And gods help Aegon if he tried anything
He tried to flirt with you when he was drunk one time and Aemond punched him square in the nose with no regrets
Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila
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fragileheartbeats · 16 days
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make another valerian house that survived, make them protective.
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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐑 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀
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꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑅𝑂𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝐾𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑆 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱
─ 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𖤐
─ 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𖤐
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House Valysar, a lesser-known house among the Valyrian descendants, has carved its existence into the tapestry of history not through wealth or power but through unyielding loyalty and an unwavering sense of duty. Their story is intertwined with that of House Celestyr, binding them in a tale of survival, allegiance, and unwavering courage.
The ancestral weapon of House Valysar is a slender, elegantly crafted spear known as "Silent Guardian." Unlike the typical Valyrian steel swords that many noble houses boast of, Silent Guardian's blade is forged from a unique blend of Valyrian steel and a mysterious, obsidian-like material found in the depths of old Valyria. This combination gives the spear an eerie, almost otherworldly appearance, with a dark, shimmering blade that seems to absorb light. It is said that the spear's creation was inspired by the house's protective and watchful nature, serving as both a symbol of their duty to those they vow to protect and a formidable weapon in battle.
The most renowned member of House Valysar was Rhaegor Valysar, a figure of deep loyalty and profound courage. His close relationship with Jacaelar Celestyr, forged through mutual respect and shared trials, became legendary. Rhaegor's role in safeguarding the future of House Celestyr, especially in protecting Maesella and guiding her children, Rhaevar and Nelaella, earned him a revered place in the annals of both houses. Despite their modest number, each member of House Valysar is trained in the art of combat and strategy from a young age, ensuring their capability to protect and serve with honor.
Their words, "In Loyalty, We Stand," speak volumes about the essence of House Valysar. It is a testament to their unwavering loyalty, not just to House Celestyr but to their own ideals of honor, protection, and service. These words serve as a constant reminder of their commitment and the lengths they are willing to go to for those they have sworn to protect.
The members of House Valysar are characterized by their loyalty, protectiveness, and disciplined nature. They are the embodiment of the devoted guardian, always ready to stand in defense of their allies and loved ones. Their intimidating presence is balanced by their affectionate and reliable nature, making them respected and cherished by those who know them well. However, their protective instinct can sometimes become overbearing, leading to conflicts with those they aim to protect. Despite this, their courage, devotion, and reliability make them invaluable allies and formidable guardians.
House Valysar, though not rich in gold or lands, possesses a wealth of honor and loyalty that surpasses many more affluent houses. In their story of unwavering allegiance to House Celestyr, through trials and tribulations, they embody the true essence of valor and dedication. Rhaegor Valysar, with his legendary deeds, stands as a beacon of the noble spirit that defines House Valysar. Their sigil and words are not just symbols but a solemn vow to always stand in loyalty, a vow they have upheld through generations, making them an indelible part of the legacy of Valyria.
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My other original house:
House Celestyr
House Lyrielle
@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.
@emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation
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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years
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A/n: more possibly inaccurate Dameon Targaryen content!
The Westeros equivalent of a fuckboy; seeing as how often his frequent visitations go the brothels are and such that until he genuinely falls in love, I loosely but firmly believe he’d near enough stops going all together in favour of spending time with you under the guise of seeking out bastard creeps who wished to forced their ill will upon you.
Spoiler: that was never the case, Daemon made certain that it wouldn’t with the aid of a certain Blood Wrym.
He’s overly protective and possessive which could become a hinderance from time to time due to how suffocating and overbearing he could be when all you wished to do was spend some alone time that you could feel headaches forming behind your eyes. This isn’t helped by the fact that the Rouge Prince truly believed that only he was worthy of your time and attention, and that meant being ushered away from company he deemed inadequate of your breath.
Won’t admit it for the life of him but Daemon loves it when you spend time with his dragon Caraxes whenever he was away for political matters that didn’t require the destructive power of dragon fire. So whenever he comes back home he would always be sure to visit the courtyard where he knew you’d be with Caraxes head near your lap, purring contently when you ran your hand over his scales, scratching under his chin like an oversized domesticated house cat rather then a dragon capable of burning down kingdoms, villages and cities alike within a breath.
Caraxes echoes much of Daemon’s desires, traits and characteristics in my opinion which is mainly to do with their bond. So by that notion it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume that Caraxes wouldn’t also be bonded to you overtime and terribly protective and territorial over you as a result. Which would include growling, slithering his long neck over you and into the face of anyone who dared harbour any ill intentions towards you due to your connection to Daemon and in extension Caraxes.
Your the other person Daemon would ever let fly Caraxes, of course he’d have to teach you the ropes but after several sessions you were pretty much a pro and were already flying over cities, eclipsing the skies before you knew it. Also it was down right hilarious when civilians, knights, squires, cup bearers, lords, and ladies of distant kingdoms saw the infamous dragon fly overhead; but not to see the equally as infamous Rouge Prince upon the back as per usual but instead the Rouge Princes’s spouse. This was the biggest display of ‘don’t touch what isn’t yours’ anyone had ever seen since.
Insecurities are bound to occur within your relationship once or twice with how often beautiful women of all body types and heights would flock to the platinum blonde with the intent of replacing you. You didn’t think you’d compete with such a variety of women and as doubt would start to darken your mind, blocking out any logistical thinking in favour of enhancing the horrible feeling within the bottom of your stomach to the extent where you felt physically sick.
To combat this Daemon would gift you with a necklace made from Valerian steel, the same material Dark Sister was forged from. It’s intricately woven by skilled yet delicate hands and it’s beauty was beyond compare that you felt inadequate to even let such an exquisite thing touch your skin despite the desire burning within you to indulge in this moment selfishly, to bask in the reality that you had captured the Rouge Prince without much struggle. Flaunting the fact that he was yours into the face of every possible suitor smugly.
Daemon is as observant as he is cunning so it wouldn’t take him long to clearly see the conflict within your eyes and he couldn’t blame you. He knew firsthand his reputation wasn’t the cleanest nor the smoothest but that didn’t mean he wished it to plague your mind with thoughts of his potential infidelities, both past and present. So to silence the voice in your head the prince would go out of his way to show you of his undying loyalty towards you as he believed that words can only speak so much truth into existence before it became meaningless.
Being with Daemon meant living lavishly, anything your heart wished, Daemon would search each and every nook, cranny and corner of the land for it and wouldn’t dare return until he was successful. If you wished for his heart within the palm of your hand, he’d oblige without hesitation but with the request that you offer your heart to him in exchange as a way to signify the seriousness of your relationship.
Any suitors you might’ve had in the past would have mysteriously gone missing under the most suspicious of circumstances that had faint traces of Daemon all over them. Yet nobody had the gaul to utter a single word about it as whenever Daemon was, Caraxes wasn’t far behind and the notion of accusing a prince of such crimes without physical evidence was sacrilegious, blasphemous even that it was punishable by death by dragon fire. So those that potentially knew forced themselves into silence out of pure fear.
Over all Daemon Targaryen was a man with an allegiance to himself and you, he has his own motives for the things he’s done in the past that many may look back on in horror at the conclusions he made to end long winded conflicts. Yet the man was complex, an enigma, an onion with many layers, some of which were rotten; whilst others were bearable to digest.
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authurials · 1 year
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daemonds response to getting scammed by a woman of the silk? She’s a prostitute he regulars and believes she’s safe to be around but he wakes up one day and she ran off with the gold in his pocket and a small valerian steel dagger he carries lol lol
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . client!daemon targaryen x thief! woman of silk
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, referenced sexual situations, daemon being daemon
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . thank you for the request! honestly, i need to write more for daemon
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✒ daemon had been frequenting you on the street of silk for many years, preferring you to the other woman the brothels had to offer; this was mostly due to the fact that he had eventually come to trust your company, believing himself safe within the walls of your room--and at first, his trust was wisely placed, until you grew desperate
✒ you had a family to care for, a child and sickly father who relied on you to provide for them, but the coin you made at the brothel was barely enough to keep them fed and a roof over their head; worried that the brothel owner might dismiss your services if he knew of your family, you kept their existence to yourself--not even telling daemon throughout all the years you served him
✒ opportunity presented itself when daemon once again passed out, drunk off drink and pleasure, after the both of you had finished; you knew he always carried extra coin and a valuable Valyrian dagger on his person when he frequented the street of silk--although you were apprehensive about betraying his trust, you knew that this was your one chance to give your family a better life so you took both coin and dagger and fled the brothel, believing this to be the last time you'd ever see daemon targaryen
✒ little did you know that a dragon did not simply accept such slights to their pride and trust, so of course daemon set off in pursuit of you; he knew you had fled the street of silk and were attempting to flee the capital before he caught wind of your betrayal, and it did not take him long to track down the stall you were attempting to sell the dagger at
✒ of course, he was angry and vengeful when he dragged you away from the stall and into the seclusion of a nearby alleyway and you were not prideful enough to not beg for his mercy as he shoved you against the hardness of the stone wall; instinctively, you pulled the dagger on him, causing him to still in his movements as he smirked at you
✒ able to escape, you ran as he gave chase and both of you ended back at the small shack your family called home; inside your child cowered in free and your father gasped for breath as you struggled to get away from daemon--it is only when your child calls your name that daemon stops and looks between the both of you, understanding finally dawning on him
✒ although he was still angry that you took from him, there is enough mercy within him to spare you further pain and fear, especially in front of your child; once he has let you go, you run to your child to comfort them as he stands conflicted--unsure what to do with you, he was able to get the dagger away from you but you still have his coin
✒ as he watches you with your child, he cannot bring himself to take that from you as well, so he simply turns and walks away--unsure if he will ever see you again
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zephyrdagonheart · 7 months
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POV: You beat the Guardian in a game of Monopoly (feat. @souhdestiny2 and @echosong971's Guardians Orli-7, Valerian Tremaine, Echo-3 and Maverick Steele plus The Crow):
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Here's the Draw the Squad I used btw-
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It's a low spoon drawing day today-
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justrandomthoughs · 1 year
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Can I ask you what would Jace do if you were to confess to him first? And not just any confession but a cheesy romantic one. I think he would get SO red!
You are so (pardon my french, I hope you know I swear) FUCKING right!!! I think his ears would get really red and his cheeks just a bit blushed, but he'd basically have this reaction. He'd stubble over his words as he says something like "L-lady Y/N, I guess you've beaten me to it. And" he does a little clear throat thing while looking down at his shoes for a second then looks back at you while his sheepish smile turns wide "You've done an excellent job of it, my lady"
He'd probably try to do the same to you in a few days. I think he'd bring in break fast to you, take you on a walk in the garden, go on a ride with vermax, you guys get a meal when you get back, you go to your room—BAM flowers everywhere, candles, a bottle of wine or something. A letter of love for you to read now or later because guess what—BAM he's asking you to be his betrothed with a valerian steel necklace. He'd have a speech prepared. Saying how happy you make him, how much he loves you, how he can't wait for you to be his queen, both of the realm and his heart—agh so mushy mushy! <3
He'd definitely went all out since he feels awful to have made you wait long enough that you'd ask him, he just wanted to give you time and he's bad at telling when people are ready for the next step at times. And, you did such a good job that he needed to do the same at least! Also yes he got Luke to help set up your room for when the two of you get back—that's the reason why Luke got a dragon. He's a wingman. (lmfaooo)
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alienheartattack · 4 months
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Introduction to Demonology
Welp, I thought I was done but I wrote more fanfiction, and it's completely unhinged Rivamika incubus porn. It's explicit and definitely weirder than I usually write, don't read if you're a minor, etc. Thanks to the RM Discord for encouraging my degenerate ass. Enjoy!
You can read it on AO3 as well!
In the weeks and months after Eren’s death, Mikasa grew to dread the setting sun, to view the encroaching darkness outside as a mirror of the darkness inside her mind. Without him, without answers to the questions she’d been too afraid to ask, she felt adrift, like a dead leaf tossed around in the currents of life, unable to control her direction. Her body seemed to accept this state wholeheartedly, denying her the comforts of sleep more often than not. Most nights she would lie awake, replaying the last moments of Eren’s life, trying to determine whether she could have done anything to stop his thread from being cut short. Sometimes she would be able to gain a few minutes or hours of light rest, though that came with the risk of now-familiar nightmares of blood and steel.
She made the mistake of letting slip her issues to friends and acquaintances and was bombarded with potential solutions, and in her desperation she tried them all: warm milk, deep breathing, bitter-tasting herbal tinctures, every pill and powder and potion available at the pharmacy. None of these remedies could stop her wandering thoughts or calm her body enough to give her the relief she so desperately needed from her physical and mental weariness.
One night, she lay in the dark, having dutifully choked down some valerian root tea whose taste of sharp herbs and dirt came through even after adding copious amounts of cream and sugar, cursing herself for her ability to withstand even the strongest sedatives.
“I would do anything to get some sleep,” she murmured to no one.
Anything? a ghostly voice responded.
Mikasa sat upright, adrenaline animating her body, more awake and alert than before. She definitely wouldn’t sleep at this rate. “Hello? Is someone there?”
I’m here, the voice said. She could not divine the source of the low, silky tone; intensely masculine but with an amused bent, as though the speaker were smirking at her. 
Not here here, it clarified, as though it could sense her confusion. I’m not some intruder, but I can show myself if you want to speak face to face.
“Show yourself,” Mikasa demanded, her voice displaying more resolve than she felt.
The darkness in the room shimmered, moonlight and shadow undulating until they coalesced into the form of a man floating above her bed as though he sat in an invisible chair, his powerful limbs splayed in a posture of confident nonchalance. He wore a black suit and white shirt, open at the collar to reveal his collarbone and a hint of muscular chest, and held a delicate china teacup in one hand, taking occasional sips from it. But what Mikasa noticed most was his face: a strong, masculine jaw, a sharp slash of a noise, dark hair hanging over eyes that glowed an otherworldly silver, and a pair of curved, black horns atop his head.
“What are you?” she wondered in an awed whisper.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked. You’ve never seen a demon before?” the man said. Mikasa shook her head. “Then I suppose it’s your lucky day to be visited by a high prince of Hell.”
“I— I don’t understand.” She shook her head and rubbed her eyes, but the man — the demon — still floated above her bed with such ease that she felt as though she was the one out of place, not him.
The demon let out an exasperated sigh. “You want to sleep, I can help you sleep. In exchange, you help me.”
“Help you do what?”
“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?” he griped. He drained the last of his tea and waved the cup away, making it waver and vanish, the inverse of his entrance into her room.
“Well, excuse me for not knowing how to interact with a demon who shows up in my bedroom in the middle of the night,” Mikasa fired back, crossing her arms and glaring up at him.
Her annoyance piqued the demon’s interest; his lips curved into a small smile. “My name is Levi. I’m an incubus, which means I get my life energy through sex. The exchange is simple: you let me fuck you, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll sleep like the dead.”
Mikasa frowned, holding his gaze with skepticism bordering on anger at his audaciously blunt offer. “Sounds like you’re trying to trick me into letting you drain the life out of me.”
“Tch. Not the best metaphor, then. Sleep like a baby? I just didn’t want to make you think of babies when I’m offering you as many screaming, gushing orgasms as your body can handle.” He shrugged as the filthy words rolled off his tongue, as unconcerned with his speech as Mikasa was scandalized by it.
“I don’t know. I mean… Eren…” she mumbled. Her gaze dropped to her hands, which lay clenched in her lap. My hands were meant for him , she thought. My touch, my body… they were supposed to be his.
“No, they weren’t,” Levi said flatly. “Where the hell did you get those ideas?”
Mikasa blanched. “You can hear my thoughts?!”
“Yeah, and they’re a huge fucking bummer. I get that you had a thing for Eren, but let me assure you, he is exactly where he deserves to be. Eternity isn’t long enough for that piece of shit.” He snorted, a soft sound of contempt punctuating his words. “I can make you feel very different. Maybe some things you’ve never felt before. I’ll show you if you want.”
“So you want to fuck me so you can show me what it’d be like if you fucked me?” She cocked one eyebrow at him.
“No, I mean literally show you.” She nodded and he reached out to her, two fingers extended like he was blessing her, and pressed them to her forehead for a moment. Images flooded her mind faster than she could process them: her throaty cries, his rasped moans and words of praise, skin slapping against skin, the squeak of her bed, the musk of sweat and sex.
Cold prickles of awareness broke out on Mikasa’s skin, goosebumps sprouting where she imagined he would touch her, contrasting with the sudden warmth and wetness surging between her thighs.
Levi watched as the familiar blush of arousal spread across her cheeks, coloring her gloomy countenance into something more lush and lively. “Don’t throw your life away for a dead man. Don’t give up one of the few things that makes life worth living.” 
She was silent, still unsure, so he added, “Have you ever considered why the pleasures of the flesh are Hell’s domain and not Heaven’s? Because they’re too good. It would be so much harder to keep the weak little humans in line if they realized that their limited time on earth was much better spent fucking than praying.”
Mikasa’s breaths came heavily, her body’s restlessness melting into arousal. “Look, I want to say yes, but I just don’t understand what the downside is supposed to be. There’s no way I just get fucked and then go to sleep. There’s got to be a catch. And what if I can’t sleep tomorrow?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the people who are out there speaking with great authority about Hell and demons are the ones who are trying to claim your souls in the name of Heaven. They don’t exactly have an incentive to tell the truth,” Levi said. “Sleeping with a demon creates a bond, but I only feed from you as often as you want me to, and I never take more than I need. If anything, I’m at your service. And your cervix.” His lips quirked into a brief smile; she grimaced and shook her head at his approximation of a joke.
“And this is really going to work? I’ll be able to sleep?” she asked nervously, grasping for more reasons to refuse him but finding none.
“You’ve never jerked off so many times you fell asleep? Or whatever the girl equivalent of jerking off is?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t even thought about touching myself since Eren.”
“But you’re thinking about it now,” he said, his voice deepening to a rumble, like the ominous yet strangely comforting sound of distant thunder.
“It’s kinda your job as a sex demon to turn me on, isn’t it?” she asked. The acknowledgement of her arousal combined with the knowledge that he could hear her inner thoughts as though she was speaking them made her bold; there was nothing to hide from him.
“Not all of us work that way, but it’s better for me when the other person enjoys it. Their energy tastes so much better.” Levi swallowed thickly, his own arousal growing along with Mikasa’s. There was power in her beneath the hardened sedimentary layers of her pain and grief, the hint of it already beginning to intoxicate him, and that power would only grow stronger once he unlocked the secrets of her body one by one.
“If you still have doubts, maybe this can convince you,” he said, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, flexing it like he was lapping at her now-slick pussy and not the air in front of him. Mikasa watched his tongue grow in length so slowly she thought she imagined it, until it thickened and grew a fork at the end, resulting in two prehensile shoots of muscle that undulated independently of each other.
Her mouth opened unconsciously, her breaths coming out in long, desirous pants. “I want that on my clit.”
“Not yet,” he said. “There’s a process. Just let me do my thing and I give you my word, I’ll blow your mind so many times you’ll forget your own name.”
She sighed, sadness tingeing her excitement. “I think I need that.”
Levi floated downwards, settling on top of Mikasa, his hands planted on either side of her shoulders, his weight pinning her to the bed. She shifted her hips beneath him, pushing her nightgown up her thighs as she sought out his bulge. She worried about staining his expensive-looking suit with her wetness, but she found herself sliding against soft, smooth skin that was diamond-hard when she pushed against it.
“Where did your clothes go?” she asked, trying to figure out when she stopped gripping the shoulders of his sportcoat and started gripping the firm, defined musculature of his shoulders.
“To Hell,” he replied with a smirk. “I can’t make your clothes disappear, though.” He reached down and yanked her nightgown over her head, leaving her naked beneath him. His skin was comfortingly warm against hers, as though he were a mortal man and not a demon, and she found herself completely unashamed of her nudity. She felt so bashful even thinking about taking her clothes off in front of Eren, and—
“No more Eren,” Levi interrupted her train of thought, and bent his head to kiss her.
Mikasa didn’t know what she was expecting from a demon’s kiss, but the lush press of his lips was not it. He kissed her like he was drinking her in, sucking at her lips and twining his tongue — now returned to its normal size — with hers. He stoked her arousal like a precious flame, letting her burn brightly but not out of control. He cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her, stroking her with his thumbs and marveling at the softness of her skin.
“You smell like sunlight and strawberries,” he murmured against her lips, following his words with a soft bite.
She pulled away from him, looking at him with amusement. “I didn’t know you were so sentimental.”
“Shut up. I basically get drunk when I feed. Don’t mind the bullshit I say,” he grumbled.
“Don’t want to admit you want me really fucking badly?” she countered.
“Not as badly as you want me,” he replied, reaching between their bodies to grip his cock and rub its length up and down her spread pussy, waiting for her expression to register exactly how much length he had. His eyes flashed silver with excitement when her kiss-swollen lips formed a perfect surprised O.
“Can you make your cock change size like your tongue?” she asked, canting her hips so she could rub her soaked folds up and down his erection, coating them with her moisture.
“Uh huh,” he sighed. He wasn’t even inside her and he was already feeling feverish and frenzied. His lips stretched into a rictus grin and he kissed her to hide his excitement from her; he needed to warm her up before he could give her everything he had, and he didn’t want to scare her off with his intensity.
Once Levi managed to calm himself, he strayed from her lips, pressing hot, open-mouthed, desperate kisses along her neck, shoulders, and collarbone, finding that she liked a hint of teeth at her pulse point, but she cried out and squirmed beneath him when he sucked hard at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. He could actually feel her dripping on his cock while she moaned. Cradling her close with one hand, he let the other wander, tracing his fingertips over the lines of her body, the firmness of muscle and bone contrasting with the soft pliability of her breasts. He focused his efforts there, alternating between soft caresses and pinches, and the sting of his fingernails tracing around her areola and over her nipple. When he finally grasped her breast, she shrieked and bucked beneath him, her back arching as though he had branded her.
“More!” she demanded, her eyes shut tight so as to focus on the intense sensations. He obliged her, kissing her deeply and grabbing her breasts with both hands, massaging them roughly, pinching and pulling at her nipples while she devoured his tongue and soaked his cock. After a little while he wrenched himself away from her mouth and attacked her sensitive, swollen nipples, mindlessly sucking and biting at them, snuffling like an animal. Mikasa’s fingers grasped at his hair, tangling her fingers in it and occasionally pulling when pain won out over pleasure. She soon found he liked the pulling, and that he’d work her even harder when she threaded her fingers through his dark hair and yanked with all her might. When he looked up at her, his pupils were blown wide, a thin silver rim surrounding inky blackness.
“Don’t you ever fucking stop,” she admonished him after a few moments of staring.
He scoffed at her. “I haven’t even gotten started.” Before she could even comprehend what was happening, he had her legs spread and her knees touching her shoulders, his thumbs pulling her labia apart so he could kiss her pussy and swirl his lengthening tongue around her clit, surrounding and massaging it with the forked end. She trembled beneath him like he was electrocuting her, her entire body fluttering with unspeakable pleasure. Levi’s eyes rolled back in his head as her juices coated his tongue, sweeter and more powerful than even the finest wine. Within minutes she was coming, half-words and incoherent sounds spilling forth from her lips, a primitive language that Levi could understand nevertheless: Yes, more, I love this, I never want you to stop.
So he obliged her, backing off from her sensitive clit momentarily and snaking his tongue down to her entrance. Mikasa made a questioning noise, wordlessly asking him if he was going to fuck her with his tongue.
“Mm-hm,” he hummed, already excited to see how she would react to his tongue filling her pussy, its tip pressing against her g-spot and rubbing furiously. Her moans grew raspy, her throat raw and dry from overuse, but she still managed to let out a healthy wail at his internal massage, and somehow got even louder when he traced circles around her clit with his fingertip. He gave thanks to his demonic nature for allowing him to keep a superhuman pace; whereas a normal man would get tired from the repetitive motions, he drew strength from her frantic responses. This allowed him to keep going even as Mikasa’s inner muscles clenched around his tongue, denoting her second orgasm, then a third in quick succession. 
The fourth came on much more slowly, but promised to be a big one when she started quaking in his arms. She was incoherent, her inner monologue completely switched off, her thoughts focused solely on Levi and the inhumanly wonderful things he was doing to her. Her nerves felt like they were frozen and on fire at the same time, heat and cold running through her in equal measure, her muscles alternately clenching and relaxing. Her skin felt cool and slick, though she could not tell if that was from her sweat or his, his saliva, or her cum. As he continued working her clit with his fingers and her g-spot with his tongue, she began to feel warm again in her chest and between her legs, shaking and keening as though possessed, then exploding and spurting cum all over Levi and herself as she screamed and sobbed through her climax.
“I’m not done with you yet, but let’s take a break,” he suggested, curling up next to her and pulling her against his solid, muscular body.
“Water!” she gasped, and he produced a glass of perfectly cold water from thin air, which she gulped down in such a frenzy that rivulets escaped from the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her breasts. Levi lapped the water from her skin and conjured another glass for her, refilling it until she was sated, capturing any errant drops with his tongue. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her warm breath stirring his arousal, but he told himself to stay still, to let her decide when they could get back to it.
“I feel like I haven’t touched you at all,” she said after a while, lifting her head so she could bask in the shining silver of his eyes.
“Touch all you want.” He rolled over onto his back, opening himself to her. She propped herself up on one elbow and let her eyes and hands rove over him, from the softly amused, almost affectionate look on his face, down to his corded arms and thick chest, his segmented and defined abdomen, and then the flat, slightly sloping plane that led to his pubic hair and the largest, most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. It was half hard, resting against his thigh, with a streak of moisture adorning the tip.
“Is this where the term Leviathan comes from?” she asked with a grin, wrapping her fingers around its impressive girth and working up and down his length.
He returned her smile, excited by her excitement. “Uh-huh. People think it means a sea monster, but—”
“They haven’t gotten a chance to see this monster?” she interjected.
Levi snorted a laugh. “I didn’t realize my shitty jokes could be transmitted through our sex bond.”
“I guess we’re both gonna learn some new things tonight,” Mikasa replied, looking down at him with a heavy-lidded gaze and tightening her grip. He soon grew fully erect, his huge cock pointing at the ceiling, drops of precum forming and spilling over her fingers.
“I need your mouth or your cunt, something, just… more…” Levi panted, desperate for contact. “It’ll fit, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.” He willed his cock to produce more precum, the massive organ becoming slick and shiny as Mikasa stroked him. She nodded, her energy returning, growing along with her enthusiasm to take his cock inside of her. Without a word she gripped him by the base, lifted herself up, and lowered herself onto him, sliding down as though she was made to fit him.
“Oh, fuuuuuck ,” she groaned, her eyes sliding shut in bliss. She stayed still, trying to get used to the sensation of being so completely filled, of having his cock igniting every nerve ending inside of her, but Levi couldn’t wait any longer. His cock began to move inside her, thickening and stretching her, rubbing her inner walls the way his tongue had done. Mikasa went off like fireworks, lapsing back into her feral, languageless state, broadcasting every sensation as sighs and gasps and yelps. Levi grasped her by the waist and thrust up into her as fast as he could, slamming his hips into hers so fast it sounded like applause.
She tipped her head back and howled at the overwhelming rush of sensation, being filled and fucked within an inch of her life. Each thrust felt like he was spanking her pussy with each impact, making her come a little, her pussy clenching around him, emitting little spurts of cum every time he retreated. In the midst of this he rolled her over, landing on top of her, still pistoning in and out of her without missing a beat. She bent her legs back before he thought to do it for her, taking him even deeper.
“Fuck, Mikasa!” Levi moaned over the sounds of her fevered howls and skin slapping skin. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Behind,” she managed to say; he didn’t understand, so he searched her mind for the mental image he hoped to find: him on his knees behind her, driving into her even faster and harder than before, his tongue snaking down to tease and fuck the tight bud of her asshole, her pussy dripping with cum and saliva, soaking the sheets beneath them.
“Whatever you want, my dirty girl,” he groaned, trying not to come just from the thought of him inside her twice over. He flipped her over and replicated the mental image exactly, thickening and lengthening his cock so he could fill her up completely, bending down and doing the same with his tongue on, then in her ass. Mikasa shook and sobbed beneath him, her body wracked with an ecstasy beyond comprehension, each cell in her body singing in perfect harmony.
Levi felt his orgasm building, starting in his balls and inner thighs, coming on fast and uncontrollable, more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. Usually he’d siphon a little of his partner’s life force while coming, still able to maintain his rationality during the transfer of power. This was something else entirely, a ball of white light and energy growing inside him, threatening to engulf him once it exploded.
Please, please don’t let me kill her, he pleaded with himself as he tipped over the edge, just before his thoughts faded into utter incoherence. I need to have her again.
His orgasm overtook him, the entire world going blinding white except for himself and Mikasa, flashes of intense color flying past him. Then even she disappeared in the blinding glow and his vision went entirely white. A tiny, rational voice wondered whether he was dying, but he found himself okay with the prospect.
When he came to, he sat upright, panting as though waking from a nightmare. Mikasa lay a warm hand on his chest, rubbing it in absentminded circles.
“You’re okay,” she said softly, letting out a deep yawn. “You just fell asleep for a few minutes.”
“Oh,” he sighed. “You’re alive.”
Her smile was crooked, loopy with exhaustion. “Very much so.”
“I came so hard I was worried I killed you.” His hand sought hers, squeezing it once, unwilling to vocalize the fact that killing her suddenly seemed like the most heinous taboo when she’d been a complete stranger a couple of hours earlier.
“Well, if you did, I would’ve died the happiest I’ve ever been.” She brought their clasped hands to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. He pulled their hands back to him, kissing her hand in return, as if to tell her that affectionate gestures were his job, not hers.
He looked around the room, suddenly disoriented, the surroundings and this woman both familiar and unfamiliar. “Was that flower always there?” He gestured towards a small clay vase on her nightstand that held a single bright blue bloom.
Mikasa poked her head up and furrowed her brow. “It was dead before, or at least dying. I was thinking of throwing it out. Did we do that?”
“I think we did,” Levi replied, letting out a confused sigh of a laugh. He pulled the blanket over Mikasa, tucking her in as she curled up on her side in preparation for sleep, her eyes already closing. He reached over to pluck the blue flower from its vase, inspecting its unfurled petals and the soft dusting of pollen inside them. Struck by an overwhelming urge, he nestled the flower in Mikasa’s hair near her ear, pleased by the contrast of blue on black, of the flower’s delicacy and the strength of the woman whose mind and body could disarm a prince of Hell. His usual protocol was to slip back through the closest portal that would take him to his quarters, but the thought of sleeping alone — without her — made him shudder. Instead he cuddled up next to her and brushed his lips against her forehead, drunk on the combined scent of flowers and sex and this wounded woman who’d somehow ensnared him. Smiling at how fortunate he was to come across such a precious mortal, he closed his eyes and allowed himself some much-needed rest.
When Mikasa woke the next day, she was alarmed to find that the clock on her nightstand read 1:47 in the afternoon, and even more alarmed to find that she felt refreshed and awake, ready to start what was left of the day with a clear head and an elevated mood. She flopped back onto her pillow, staring at the ceiling with a bemused smile on her face. The sheets were cool and dry beneath her, a far cry from her soaked bed a few hours earlier. The vase by her bed was empty; perhaps she’d thrown out that old flower like she’d meant to, and her demon lover was just a strange, vivid dream.
She waited for Levi’s voice in her head to tell her otherwise, and was disappointed when she did not receive a response. Sighing with disappointment, she got up to shower, trying to determine a productive activity for the remaining daylight hours: maybe weeding the garden, or stopping off at the market for more eggs and milk. Undressing in the bathroom, an azure blur caught her eye in the mirror: a crushed flower, as blue as the sky, tucked behind her ear. She cast her gaze down her body, inspecting herself and finding a bruise — no, two — no, dozens of them. Fingertip-sized on her breasts, larger and deeper ones on her neck and shoulders and thighs, and even a couple of scabs in the shape of Levi’s teeth where he had bitten her.
Her fingers skated over her wounds, making her shiver and whimper at the combination of pleasure and pain that radiated throughout her body. One hand drifted between her legs, spreading her free-flowing fluids around, circling her clit and fingering her pussy in a poor imitation of Levi’s supernatural prowess, while she replayed the previous night in as much detail as she could remember.
Not once, not even in passing, did she think of Eren.
I need Levi , she thought, fucking herself with desperate intensity as she braced herself against the sink. I need to feel him again. I need his hands on me and his tongue wrapped around my clit and his cock stretching me until I feel like I could burst. I need to come on him, all over him, as much as I can handle it.
“Come back tonight,” she whispered as she chased her peak. “Please.”
About fucking time you said something , Levi’s voice echoed in her head. I was starting to think you didn’t want me back.
Mikasa laughed aloud, joy and surprise and blessed relief enveloping her, pushing her over the edge. She came, her pussy pulsing around her slick fingers, her lips crying out for her demon lover.
Levi let out a deep, rumbling moan. That’s my girl. I’ll be there at midnight. Don’t bother wearing clothes this time.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, her mind buzzing with anticipation, and her eyes flashed silver in the afternoon light.
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sleepyowlwrites · 1 month
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how's it going, sleepy? just wanted you to know i was thinking of you <3
Aw, thanks, sweetheart. Today was a bit of a bust: headache, nausea, tiredness. S'okay. I've been playing wizard101, as per usual. My cousin and I have started scanning for the most ridiculous names we can find. I believe the title holder is currently Olive Garden, though I'm rather find of Valerian Steel.
I have been consuming and reconsuming The Witcher fics because I needed a new (old) obsession, I guess. I read pretty much only hurt/comfort and they are very hurt/comforty. And, naturally, I've been writing fic in my head but I'm going to try and not actually write any of it before I finish my suits fanfic. Or just not write it at all and finally get back to an actual wip.
I, too, often think fondly of you, dearest Genre
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deusluxuria · 6 months
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( spoilers: jjba part 7 / steel ball run )
concept: johnny falls in the river after they defeat oyecomova and asks gyro to pick him up before he "dies of hypothermia," but then gyro picks him up and starts dancing with him in his arms, as if they're a couple trying to score a 10 in a dance competition, and singing the song oye como va (i don't care if that song didn't exist in the 1890s it's so good lol). johnny's face turns bright red but he pretends not to be amused and smitten, and he deadpan says "congratulations, your clothes are wet now. please go take some valerian root and calm the fuck down."
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houserosaire · 6 months
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Prompt #27: Sole
The wind was rising again. The sharp edges of it whipped at his cheeks and tugged at the hood Silvaineaux had pulled up, this time without Valerian’s urging. The fangs of the wind nipped at the scar on his cheek and it ached as it sometimes did, a pain almost as sharp as the new empty space at his right shoulder. He rode alone at the head of the column, the remaining men seemingly all too willing to allow him his space as he led them into the teeth of that wind.
He kept them along the foothills for the moment. Not only in hopes that if shelter was needed again they might find it in the trees that stretched down from the slope, but also because perhaps to eyes above his men might stand out a bit less than if their column was the sole dark point on a barren field of white. He looked at the sky again, watching the clouds whip together, seeking dark shadows among them. It was easier than looking at the space beside him where the friend he had left behind ought to have been.
Perhaps the wind was even fiercer up where the clouds raced for Silvaineaux saw no signs of dragons shadowing their trail. Nor, though he looked each time he topped a rise and could turn to see the whole column stretched out behind him, did he see a dark shape rushing to catch them. He would not, he knew. This was not one of Honore’s novels where the lone knight might make good his escape from a camp of heretics to rejoin his comrades. Instead whatever fate Valerian suffered  was a thing that did not bear thinking on. Yet, though he busied his mind with their trail and the place they would have to turn to seek the old fort they were meant to claim, Silvaineaux could think of little else.
The scar on his cheek burned and ached with the cold until he lifted a hand to it and was surprised when his gauntlet did not come away red with blood. He had half expected that the wind had flayed it open again. The clouds continued to build, though they did not break. The storm hung heavy above them like the silent awareness of what he had left Valerian to. At last, the sun slid down the horizon and the dark came to rest on them. Silvaineaux turned them into a small valley. There would be no buildings to shelter them this evening.
“Keep the fires small and to one side of the camp.” He said when they all dismounted. “And when it comes time to sleep we’ll bed down with the birds a short distance from them so if anything follows our firelight they won’t find us quite where they expect.”
The usual grumbling about a cold camp followed his words but no one argued. Instead the men built those fires and set about taking advantage of the brief heat they allowed to make dinner.  After a while Cartier brought him a bowl of a meager stew that smelled better than it had any right to and a slice of bread hard enough Silvaineaux wondered if it would crack his teeth. 
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A dawn the color of worn steel was just beginning to break when the call of the sentries woke him. Silvaineaux grabbed for his sword and rose from the warm spot beneath Joyeux’s wing. He buckled the swordbelt on as he went, letting the chill of the air and the sharpness of the breeze rouse him in place of his tea. There were no dragons in the sky and when he came to stand beside Dupuis it was not a troop of heretics he found advancing on them.
Instead a familiar figure stumbled toward them up the track they had left, his crimson cloak catching the first light of the sun so that it shone like blood on the snow. He stared for several moments before he was certain he recognized the man. “Valerian!” he called, starting forward. 
Silvaineaux made it two joyful steps closer before Valerian lifted his head, and then a hand to slow his advance. He paused at the signal, waiting to let Valerian make his weary way closer.  As he waited that initial joy died a slow death within him. Something was wrong and Silvaineaux felt it even more clearly than the unease that had ridden him in the little chapel. But it was not until Valerian too stopped that he understood what it was. The breeze turned and the faint stench of dragon came with it. But there was no dragon to be seen. 
There was only Valerian.
(For anyone curious Valerian's final fate was written here. )
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howlerbat · 1 year
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so me and my friends were talking about how Game of Thrones changes mainstream television and that spurred me to share that my actual favorite character to her horror was Joffrey Baratheon because I genuinely thought he was the most entertaining character on the show and I stand by that. He was just this failguy, this loser liege lord with daddy issues whose only friend was his mom and she didn’t even like him. He had this guy he payed to follow him around and go “good one boss”. He got played like a cheap kazoo by just about anyone with a braincell. He got beat up by a little girl and lost his new iphone 14 (valerian steel sword) all while trying to impress his date. And then all of the fandom looked at this 15 year old cringeboy and acted like he was satan incarnate and I find that hilarious
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