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Carrie ‘do werewolf’s have glowing cocks’ and Nathan’s ‘do you have tattoos on your dick’ are the two best scenes in their respective novels for the way both made me cackle and I will die on this hill

I'll join you on that hill. 💙

#omg nathan #hahahahaha #love it~ #cannot wait

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Official Morien portrait

Made by the amazing, talented, lovely @ligiawrites

#morien my beloved~ #💗💗💗 #lovely art #awesome art #i am in love your honor #omg!!!

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Iliya is kind of a shitty spy. He sleeps with his target on day one and then to make it worse goes ahead and falls for them? Unprofessional if you ask me. Terrible work ethic. (I need him so bad)

In all fairness, I think he was going for the old honey pot routine... only problem is he got caught in his own trap.

#lmao #i love this so much #like his thoughs! #“this was so easy” #“they are so stupid” #and then fondess creep in #hahahah iliya i love u!!!

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Would you consider putting up a poll on which RO people are choosing? I'm just a little curious :]

I misspelled Marcel and it autocorreted to Marco. I was about to hit post when I noticed the werewolf trying to smuggle himself out with the vampires. Not today, sir. Not today.

#i cannot for the love of me get ravima #lmao #i am too stupid??!! #this is the day tho! #i will persevere

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Do we have to forgive Iliya immediately in his route or can we express our hurt for the betrayal and savour a delicious...

...romantic angst?

I am planning on it but Iliya's Chap.10 romance scene is a wee while away yet.

#mmm #i am the only not so hung up about it? #lol #tbh i was more surprised when he admitted it and still choose to be by our side #romanced iliya ofc #more curious about his thoughs when not romanced #a lil regret maybe #or just a job #tough luck or smth #will we see hin again after that? #curious curious #romanced Minjo in my latest play #and omg i love her so so much #also nathan #that kiss #i love them your honor

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you like to act so big and tough but if i sat you on my lap and kissed your neck you’d just sit there making pretty noises and being a good pet wouldn’t you?

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I don't know why, but whenever I write a scene with Nathan the MC turns into such a pest.

This is meant to be an angsty dynamic. But I can't help it. I don't know why, but Nathan-romanced MC is just such a terror.

#welp #i know who i am romancing next lol #i love being a pain in the ass lmao #and when the ros inexplicably still want to hit that #lol

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"oops..." ft. diluc

20 pages??? oh it was that serious ig

#hahahahahhahahah #poor diluc!!!! #loved it~ #also y/n what a cutie omg~ #thank uuuuu!!!!! #💗💗💗💗💗 #lovely art #awesome art

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

#lets go #i need all the good luck lol #💗

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The abandoned child you’ve taken in sleeps on your lap as the god who gave you immortality softly warns you. “This will hurt.”

#writing prompts #lovely #thank u #💗💗💗

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Adrei growls. She bangs her arms against the door until it breaks, splintering under her enhanced strength. Her parents locker her inside the room where her father goes when he has his episodes.

But she isn't mad, she's thought this through.

She has sins she needs to amend to. And if anyone tries to chain her up again she'll kill them.

She makes her way through the courtyard with heavy, dragged steps. She crushes the sword of a guard that dares standing between her and her horse. A loud crack echoes as she pushes the guard aside, a limp body colliding with stone and collapsing to the ground.

Someone screams, and Adrei advances.

WHo cares.

She needs to get to her brother. Emyr is in pain and Adrei has allowed that suffering to take place for years, doing absolutely nothing. She swore, as he was departing from the House to be wed, that they would see each other again.

Twice. Twice have she met her brother since then. What she has is fifteen years of letters in which her brother withdrew more and more, parchment becoming progressively more crumpled, stained with ink as if he didn't even have the energy to write anymore. And she did nothing.

But NO MORE.

Her mare neighs, agitated, as she mounts it and pushes it to a fast gallop.

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Emyr looks up from the desk with a worried frown. He doesn't want to get up, even less to leave the room, but when another loud sound reaches the depths of his room, by now the fourth or fifth one he's heard, he rises.

His clothes are a mess. His hair unwashed, tied up in a bun that would have made him cringe in shame a few years back.

He walks up to the door, but stops just before wrapping his fingers around the handle. He hasn't gotten out in so long... and if his wife sees him, she'll scream and-

Other worrying sounds reach his ears, so Emyr opens the door.

Blood stains greet him.

The ground is washed in gore. Sparse severed limbs lie scattered, and just at the end of the hallway his sister, drenched in blood, is holding off the ground the body of Emyr's wife. He feels locked in place, and isn't able to let out even a sound as Adrei, eyes lifeless and completely black, crushes her neck without effort.

Her body goes limp, then Adrei throws it to the side with very little care.

Emyr wants to throw up.

His oldest sister spots him, then. She takes a step forward and Emyr takes one back, his heart beating loud, but he only feels numb.

His wife is dead.

His prison her House is destroyed.

Adrei freezes.

Everything stays still for long, endless seconds. Some rasping, dying monas fill the silence and nothing else. Then, Emyr starts to advance.

He takes a step forward, then two, until he is standing in front of his sister, until he sees a spark of recognition in her black eyes, consumed by magic induced madness. Emyr has never been a tactile person, he avoids physical contact most days, but he wraps his arms around his sister and buries his face against her neck.

"I'm sorry I took so long," she rasps out.

He clings to her.

"You're free now. I killed them all."

He puls back, exhaling a trembling breath. "They'll hunt us now, Adrei. The Council will want us both."

Adrei just stares, swaying on her feet. Emyr steadies her. He brings her to his room, pullng her to sit on his bed. With trembling hands, he writes a letter, rolls it up and calls for his sparrow.

"To Camelot," Emyr says, seeking aid from the one person that can offer them both protection.

#emyr #adrei #my siblings #tkh

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How would ROs react to a Mc who is off in their own little world just playing with the ROs' hand before slotting both their hands together and holding it, just looking happy with themselves and not noticing the ROs watching them?

Sooo cute 🥺🥺

Ace would have a hard time containing themselves tbh, over the sheer need to kiss the MC senseless and show them just how happy they are to be with someone like them. P.S. They would be more happy if the MC was playing with their prosthetic hand...

Stardom would most likely give the MC one of their signature grins that are known to make their fans faint on the spot, all white, perfect teeth and dimples, while whispering romantic lewd things into the MC's ears.

Paladin doesn't show much emotion on their face or through words, but you bet if they had a real tail, it would be wagging—no pun intended. They would look at the MC fondly while caressing the back of their hand with their thumb.

Zodiac is that kind of person that can't feel emotions quietly, so they would most likely start rambling about things they read recently or interesting things that they found during their days as an active archaeologist, all the while with a stupid smile on their face.

Archon is your aloof and stoic type of person, but also a really possessive lover, so they will grip MC's hand with both theirs, carefully to not crush it with their super-strength, and ask the MC about their day or what they learned from Zodiac classes.

Mars is much like Archon in a sense, but instead of being stoic and aloof, they are more like your dark, charming kind of villain, so they would first just stare at the MC and then gently guide their mouth to theirs by their chin.

Wildcat would have to contain their first instinct to shift into a ball of fur and curl up in the MC's arms, but if the MC wants that, they would be more than happy to oblige. If the MC listens carefully, they can hear a faint, purring sound coming from them.

Thanks for the question!! 🥰

#if: gods and villains #ros #awwww <3 #these were so cute~ #please i hope we can do it in the demo!!! #💗💗💗

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Hansol????? Has a dark side????

not at the moment, no. would you like to be the reason for that to change?

#👀👀👀 #okay #i shouldn't be so interested but sadly #hansol

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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

#for real #i love it so so much #we need more #pleaseeee #💗💗💗

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SPOILER at your own risk

“I am a mage. Where is my cell, my King?”

King Arthur’s face contorts, “No, I-“

You press on, the veins in your arms starting to burn with magic, your eyes darkening too, “oh, perhaps you favour the stake after all.”

The King blanches.

#ohhhhhh #love it #kal omg #i cannot wait #thank uuuu!!!

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Your chambers are not empty when you get back after a long session with the Council. Gwyar stands near your bed, their back to the door, a cascade of golden hair messier than you have ever seen them have in public, and they don't turn when you close the door.

Something in the depth of your stomach stirs, twisting and coiling into a worry that burns your throat as you say, "... Gwyar. My darling."

Gwyar still doesn't move.

You force your mind to remain grounded, because cearly Gwyar needs you.

It is when you reach the bed that Gwyar turns, their face mostly covered by locks of unkemot hair, but you can see their reddened, downcasted eyes just as Gywar wraps their arms around you and cries.

You hold them until they stop.

That evening, they bring supper for the both of you in your room and you eat in silence. They don't tell you what's wrong. But when you dress for bed, they slip under the blankets with you and curl up close, and you know you are their safe place.

#my beloved #🫂 #gwyar my love #the kings hound

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN HANSOL GETS WORSE

:D

#same!!!! #what do you mean?!! #hansol! #my lil friend?! #my husband to be?!!!! #my lil sunshine?!!!! #i am scared pengu!!! #🥺🥺🥺