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sinnabee · 2 years

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as often seems to be the case @gigiree and i have gotten into the same thing around the same time and been having some fun ideas :D oooh i also had fun trying out a different brush than my pencil texture one for this!

below the cut is two little blurbs we wrote (first one gigi, second one sinna) about an idea we had!! idk if it’ll ever be more than some cute little scenes but we wanted to share! there is definitely a doc of planning and shit in my folders but again we’ll see if anything ever really gets written

POV: You are just a dude. Just a regular little fella (gender neutral) who works from home, makes lots of zoom calls, and lives in a cozy little house on the outskirts of a small town. Recently you are sure that there is SOMETHING (some-things??? Mothman????) living in the woods off your back porch, and honestly you’re about ready to throw hands with it if it knocks over your FUCKING TRASH CANS AGAIN.

Excerpt by @gigiree

You squint up at the glaring red eyes cutting through the inky darkness between the trees, a good five feet or more above your very human head.

You blink once, rub your eyes and pinch your cheek. The red lights are still there, narrowed in what you would have called amusement if there’d been an actual face to put them into context.

You point a finger up at them, threateningly.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I don’t have the energy tonight for this cryptid fuckery. Are you the one who knocked down my trash cans and didn’t put them back?”

There’s a distinct fuzzy sound then, like someone tuning into bad radio frequency. The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end, and like you always do when you get scared, you rely on your pride. The little shards of pride you have left, rearranged to poke and prod your spine into formation until you actually resemble some sort of intelligent vertebrate.

You straighten your spine. And straighten your middle finger in The Thing’s general direction.

“Good night, Big Devil Mothfoot .” You say, in a mad bout of daring. Worst case, this thing tears you to shreds and you don’t have to show up to Zoom work tomorrow. Sounds like a sweet deal.

But wonder of shitty wonders, a long, spidery appendage slides past the tree cover, silvery bells catching the faint moonlight. And the red eyes are accompanied by a giant, clawed hand giving the one-finger salute too.

Seventh wonder of the world, this ain’t, but it’s nuts enough to get a witch’s cackle bursting past the knot of fear in your throat.

Excerpt by @sinnabee

You swallow down your laughter and continue to stare up at the lights swaying menacingly above your head. They're just...hanging out, you guess. The weird spider-y arm slunk it's way back into the shadows. The longer you stare at it the more you feel like your eyes were adjusting, and you could see the faint outline of...something there in the tree. Like, lots of long skinny appendages sticking out every which way in order to keep it suspended up there. It was becoming kind of ridiculous, the longer you looked at it.

"Listen," you say, voice coming back stronger now with the thought that whatever this thing was was desperately trying to hold itself in place in order to scare you, "I don't care if you dig through the trash cans. You can kick the shit out of them if you want.

As you watched, the lights narrowed even further and the whatever the hell was holding them rotated. Alright, that one creeped you out.

"Y-Yeah. Just - just put them back in the morning, and don't put any holes in the bottom. As long as the trash guys will still take them, I don't care."

You stare at the lights for a few more tense seconds. You blink, but by the time you’ve opened your eyes, they're gone.

You frown and glare harder at the trees, as though squinting angrily would make them come back.

"Fuckin rude. Whatever, Big Devil Mothfoot. Just put my cans back next time!" You shout the last words into the darkness and turn around to head back across the yard and into the comforting light of your home. There's a static-y laugh that echoes way too close behind you and causes you to sprint the last few steps.

You slam the screen door shut, but make sure to flip the back porch off for good measure.

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des-no9 · 2 months

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Vanquish, his lover’s lover, heart breaking with every blow of the hammer against his chains. So determined to save the world and knowing the cost of that was to lose Voss forever. Whoever thought that was a small price to pay had never been in love. words by @nothingimportantanywhere

Just my favourite panel from my comic second hand love and a small excerpt from a fic that's always stuck with me my friend Invidia wrote about Vanquish, Voss, Orpheus, his honour guard and their love and lives post BG3.

#bg3 #githyanki #baldur's gate 3 #des draws #friend writing #orpheus bg3 #prince orpheus #orpheus/tav #tav/orpheus #vanquish tag #prince orpheus tag #i wanted to make some prints of some of these panels for myself #just adding this comic to my pinned just enjoying some of the compositions

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spearxwind · 2 years

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[ THE REDLIGHT ]

The poem prose for this was written by @vynive, based on my Redlight concept for Challenger Deep! It was so good that I made a whole comic thing with it :] enjoy!

#challenger deep #collab #ocean #the abyss #ougghghh the symbolism #long post #maybe.............#windyart #they wrote the poem first btw and then i was like ayo........... please i gotta draw a comic to this its so fucking good #also oughghgh textures. i sharpened this so it looks like it got baked in the microwave #this one is also a lil more experimental hough i hope its good #POV you are a funny little light at the bottom of the sea and you are witnessing The Horrors #comic #scribble comic #friend writing

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contrastparadoxx · 6 months

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Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save.

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend.

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I’ll make sure she sleeps”

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning.

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag.

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽”

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts.

“Hey!” Soliel retorts.

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror.

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement.

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement.

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror.

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?”

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it.

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings.

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions.

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly.

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.”

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever”

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.”

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye.

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind.

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other.

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant.

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says.

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface.

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?”

“What?” She replies.

“What?” Daseos says.

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?”

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?”

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.”

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies.

“I’m not!” Daseos insists.

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says.

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words.

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says.

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?”

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts.

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses.

“You what?” Twitch stutters.

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.”

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses.

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says.

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses.

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago.

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales.

“Could be doctored,” She says.

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses.

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off.

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them.

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks.

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies.

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly.

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.”

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.”

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-”

“They didn’t” She retorts.

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf”

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion.

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says.

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated.

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?”

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves.

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source.

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief.

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises.

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar.

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone.

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

#My Writing #Friend Writing #Friend Art #Soliel Laambe

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thequeenofthewinter · 2 months

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My dear friend @oblivions-dawn, has this story and I think everyone should read it and love it just as much as I do. I'm attaching a comment which I just put on her work.

#soggy Winter hours #I cannot recommend this work enough #friend writing

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tbspiritss · 6 days

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Read it. Go read it. Go read it right now. Read it.

#tangled the series #rapunzles tangled adventure #tts fanfic #tts adira #tts hector #incarnate #tts incarnate fic #friend writing #tts brotherhood #moonstone #tts au

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moniesmonsterlibrary · 7 months

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I didn't write this, but I did contribute to its creation via brainstorming with "That's good, but what if -" @rococospade-main is the creator~ Her Bloodborne fics are delicious, and Synchrony in particular is good! If you want an AU of Ludwig attending Byrgenwerth and experiencing the traumas of college, and even some friend making, give it a read!

#fanfic #bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #rococospade #friend writing #ludwig the holy blade #laurence the first vicar #lady maria of the astral clocktower #gehrman the first hunter #ocs

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ibrithir-was-here · 4 months

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Lil something for @animate-mush , per your excellent “Angel of Death” Mina fic

#my art #blood of my blood #friend writing #mina harker #jonathan harker #holiest love #jonmina #Dracula

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vhalesa · 2 months

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It was time for *drumroll noises* a collab! Go checkout the amazing fic by @mikisayaka on ao3!

(Content warning: Maya is incredible gay.)

#mayakuro #kuromaya #revue starlight #saijou claudine #tendou maya #art #collab #friend writing #fluff #my toxic trait: bribing people with art to write fluff for me #though for this one I didn't even have to bribe she wrote it on her own free will I swear!#am going to continue to bribe with more art for the upcoming chapters just in case though #either way I love this fic sm and tried my best to capture the vibe with my art too

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huffle-dork · 11 months

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Last night I binged @crystalninjaphoenix ‘s Septicheroes au AND ITS SO SLEPT ON GO READ IT!!! Not only is the world building incredible I love alll the characters so much!! But especially spitfire/Marvin because of course- I’m a Marvin simp it was bound to happen UGGVB

GO READ IT THO PLEASE ALL OF CRY’S WORKS ARE SOOO GOOD!! And I’m not just saying that as their friend (even tho I love them sooo much!!) I was a fan of their work first cuz they’re AN INCREDIBLE WRITER WITH SO MANY FUN STORIES TO EXPLORE!! GO READ THEIR STUFF!!

#love me a good asshole villain with a soft heart #huffleart #friend writing #septicheroes au #jacksepticeye #septicart #marvin the magnificent #spitfire cat

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thana-topsy · 10 months

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8/10 for voryn/almalexia?

So, I ended up outsourcing this one by apparently mentioning it off-hand to the exact right person at the exact right time. @yesjejunus , a far more skilled denizen of the First Council Fandom than I, cracked his knuckles and got to work, so many thanks to him for providing us with such tasty food. (He gave me permission to share by way of answering this ask).

Thank you, anon!

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Almalexia x Voryn "A kiss in secret." (648 words) by @yesjejunus

Sunshine kissed the hem of Dagoth Voryn’s robes as he stood tucked away in the alcove of the courtyard, just beyond the sight of Lord Nerevar and Alandro Sul. He watched as they danced, swords in hand, jeering at each other in good nature as they sparred. They flowed around each other as gracefully as oil and water, blades coming wickedly close to crossing tender golden flesh, but never quite joining. Voryn’s red lips wore a smile so small and compact that it could have been mistaken for a grimace. Nerevar couldn’t see him from this angle.

He can never see him.

The fine hairs on the back of Voryn’s neck bristled and he sensed a presence behind him. Impossible, as the carved stone would surely have given away anyone who dared to approach. He turned and met Indoril Ayem eye to eye; her toes dangled inches above the ground, and she was staring knowingly at him. Voryn turned back to the courtyard with a snort.

“You could go out there and spar with them, you know. Instead of standing here, doing your best impression of a statue,” she said, coming to float beside him. Voryn ignored her—he’d long learned that the only way to win her power games was not to play them at all. He kept his crimson eyes trained on Nerevar as he dodged yet another of Alandro Sul’s attacks, his sweat slicked skin shimmering in the sunlight. Ayem floated closer to him, so close that Voryn was forced to acknowledge her, and he glanced down. She was dressed as she usually was, her breasts concealed with little more than gauzy strips of green fabric that fluttered in the breeze as she continued to levitate beside him. He flicked his eyes back up to hers and made a show of turning away.

“I’ve no mind for games today,” he said dismissively as he waved his long fingers in her face. He only narrowly avoided catching her cheekbone with the tip of one his lacquered nails. He was halfway through the turn when Ayem seized that hand and slammed it against the wall before blocking him in and trapping the rest of his body between her own and the cool stones.

She was smaller than him, and though she was one of the most capable warriors in all of Resdaynian history, Voryn could have easily pushed her away. He did not. Instead, he let his mouth curve into a true smile as he stared back at her blazing golden eyes, satisfied that she’d taken the bait. Though her eyes remained fiery, she smiled back at him, and they were fully enmeshed in the game, in the strange dance they’d been locked in for decades now. Just beyond the periphery of what Lord Nerevar could see.

Ayem’s lips were close to Voryn’s, mere centimeters away. Waiting. Challenging. Theirs had been a war of attrition, continually pushing and pulling to see who would submit first. Neither could say which of them was the first to begin this strange tryst all those years ago, but neither side showed any sign of ceding victory.

Voryn leaned forward, his red lips achingly close to hers, so much so that he could feel

her breath on them, and he paused, listening intently. From the courtyard came the sounds of Nerevar breathing heavily, grunting with each heavily planted footstep as he continued dueling. His senses were so electrified that he could hear Nerevar’s sidesteps in the grass with each parry. Each thrust.

Ayem’s mouth crushed down on his as her hands fisted in his hair, dragging him closer, and Voryn returned the kiss with fervor, savoring the lips that had known Nerevar’s countless times, had surely explored every inch of his radiant body, each curve of muscle, every tattoo, every scar. He could practically taste him on her.

Today, he had won.

#friend writing #topsy's asks #voryn dagoth #almalexia #morrowind #first council #morrowind fanfiction

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