You know, I can talk a lot about Sylpha being a chaotic little shit that actually terrifies a lot of people because of a variety of factors related to that she looks very much like an elf and inherited a lot of elf shenanigans, and built two separate reputations on making people scared of her on purpose...all to the point even people from other countries are a little afraid of her because who isn't scared of someone that could whip a throwing knife at them with a scary level of accuracy just to draw a little blood as a warning alone.
I think I often forget to mention she's like 5ft tall and weighs like 115lbs soaking wet.
Further context...Most elves stand between 5'4" and 5'7" at the tallest.
A lot of people are scared of a woman who's short according to both humans and elves. Really. The elves were like "oh, she's small" when meeting her.
Unironically one of the biggest chaotic forces in all of Alcadia and she could be theoretically be stopped by putting all of her weapons and lockpicks in a locked cabinet way up high.
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“Tensei shitara Dainana Ouji Datta node, Kimama ni Majutsu wo Kiwamemasu” The Theme Songs, Main Promo
The theme song artists, and the main promotional video for the television anime adaptation of Kenkyo na Circle's Tensei shitara Dainana Ouji Datta node, Kimama ni Majutsu wo Kiwamemasu (I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability), were revealed on the official website. The anime is slated to debut in April 2024 on TV Tokyo.
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Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺
Hueuhuheuehu >:3c
(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)
he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips.
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.
he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.
“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.
“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.
“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.
“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.
“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”
“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one.
“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.
it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you.
for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.
“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”
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FebruarOC Day 19: Sylpha
Ever since she could remember, Sylpha had liked being up high with the wheeling birds where even sea spray seldom reached her. Long fingers searching the crevices of the rock faces of the towers of stone that made up Hulls Deep and her bare feet toughened from running across ship decks scrambling for purchase on the slime molds that defied the salt thrown against it. Hands calloused from slipping on rope working with muscle built for this purpose, she’d haul herself to the crows nest when she sailed on the Black Maiden to keep watch. Even before her growth stunted itself, she found herself tossed onto the strong shoulders of Zeklan or Girhan where she’d squeal with delight over the weightlessness that came of it before she was being held in place to grab at colourful banners in the Great Hall or the sea flowers tossed during the big festivals.
And then it was the storms that made her feel alive. The screaming winds whipping her braids in her face to the point she had a hard time distinguishing her own hair from sleet and rain. Her blood thrumming in her veins as her heart pounded in time with the waves that threatened to capsize the Maiden when they were in the troughs. And when they were on the crests of those waves the sky became a living tapestry of jagged blades of lightning searing their way through the towering palaces of blackened clouds of greys and purple to reflect on the hungry surface of the frothing sea. Sylpha was always at the wheel, pinned in place by Zeklan as she kept them close to the shores of Alcadia through an internal sort of compass that she couldn’t ever describe well while Zeklan competed with the thunder cracking the sky open above them with a thunderous roar of his own while pirates worked to keep the ship upright and sailing.
Battle had been a way to feel alive. Landlocked, she found different ways to use her body to recapture the same thrills of danger as living by the sea. Instead she lived on the edge of her blades and whether she could use tree and brick to her advantage. Whirling dances of death. Hers or theirs, it didn’t matter as long as her blood sang and someone's blood watered the ground.
Sylpha supposed people could refer to her as being “tamed” now. She preferred it being a result of growing up a little and not being constantly encouraged to act on her worst impulses and urges. Feeling alive could be the storms, flying with Selenis, and battle…but it also was in the moments where she now sat on Aldon’s shoulders to reach the frost plums in competition with Valda who sat on Cal’s shoulders. Further down Gallus held a wriggling Thistle who wanted to be a part of the competition as Grif held Aven up. Silas pretended as if he wasn’t carefully inching branches down within reach of the children's hands as Merla sorted through the plums that they had all already gathered. Sylpha caught her fathers grin seconds before a shower of plums fell, causing both Sylpha and Valda to protect their respective partners from the sudden downfall of fruit. Sylpha laughed before chucking a handful of plums at Silas in revenge. This was living too. And she loved every second of it.
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