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"I wake up and scream into a gentle hand. I glimpse someone. Eo? I whisper her name and reach up. My muddy hand smears her face. Her angel's face. She's come to take me to the Vale. Her hair has turned Golden."

-Red Rising pg 265 by Pierce Brown

I love the beginnings of ReaperStang; the cave parts were my fav 🥹 🐺🐴♥️💛

Something new, something hopeful, Spring to his Deep Winter

(One of these quotes is only in the graphic audio)

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The next time you’re watching this masterful scene I want you to remember that 3D objects in the computer have no physical properties and can clip through each other without care. Which means that every stretch of skin, every forceful kiss, every tender hand placement, every single physical touch and movement has to be meticulously crafted and executed flawlessly by the animators to ensure that it looks realistic. It boggles my mind at how much work was put into every single frame of this scene and I thank the animators for their service.

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I'm obsessed with this prison scene

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I dreamt my gf as a vampire, this is how obsessed i am

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Heartthrob Cait x Heartbreak Vi

(I gave Caitlyn purple hair so she's more recognisable while keeping with the theme.)

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Morning Star pg. 515 by Pierce Brown

One of my fav parts 🥹 my heart was so happy

I’ve never painted landscaping or nature of any kind so I’m trying to learn now

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the kiramountains have stretch marks pass it on

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christmas caitvi

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my friend has been begging me for caitvi art for the last 2 months

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How we feeling gang??? Vindicated? Sad! Happy? Horny...? All of the above!

Please enjoy some art from 2021, whil I get around to drawing some new stuff

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arcane dump from this week

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The Sovereign of the Solar Republic | Mustang

“My wife is not as fickle as a flame. She is an ocean. I knew from the first that I cannot own her, cannot tame her, but I am the only storm that moves her depths and stirs her tides. And that is more than enough.”

This is the one Darrow (and Cassius) keep in their wallets… ;) Inspired by Kendall Jenner’s MET Gala vintage Givenchy angel dress. This was a great opportunity to do a fabric study. As difficult as it was I’m happy with how it turned out.

*Do not copy/print/download/reupload to any platform.

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How do you rate the relationship between Darrow and Virginia? Now that we know Virginia's point of view, what problems do they have and which ones don't?

I got this similar ask and I racked my brains trying to add something new to it. Then, I sort of gave up during my holiday, but now here we are, please don't hate me.

As far as I am concerned, Darrow and Virginia are relationship goals. While they are not perfect, they are what I wish love would be like for me.

They have problems like any other couple - miscommunication, but it's actually treated well, it's not there for useless drama. Their conflicts are never violent and they end up solving their issues by actually trying to put themselves in the other's shoes. They try to be as objective as possible and no matter what, they never forget they love each other. They don't throw that away, but they don't make it some absolutist virtue, if that makes sense. Their relationship is strong, despite the fact that months and even year could pass before they see each other in person. They are conpletely faithful to each other and they only think of each other, when they allow themselves to.

They obviously miss each other and at this point they cannot wait to be reunited; they have come, through their respective journeys in Dark Age, to understand each other completely and now they are on the very same page. Their love is very mature and understanding and intense. It's their beacon of light when everything else goes dark. That's why Virginia doesn't know how it will evolve without the darkness - I think it will only get brighter, she has nothing to fear.

I hope this touches the entirety of your question. I have to mention that they are bound to have other miscommunications or even some heated arguments just because. Because no relationship is perfect. But they'll always love each other and choose to work on their relationship, because that's how they are...

Howl on!

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The Most

Universe: Red Rising

Timeline: circa. 745-746 PCE

Location: Caragmore, Augustus Estate, Apollonia, Mars

Characters: Darrow of Lykos, Virginia au Augustus

Genre: Smut, Canon-Compliant

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Pierce Brown.

Peaceful silence on Mars is rare these days, as the war rages beyond its moons. Yet, for once in a long time, Virginia could pretend that there was nothing beyond this exact moment in time, as her husband hums softly and plays with her hair.

The sun is bleeding into night and the twin moons reflect the light red. The garden is soaking in it, even the peace lilies glow pink. The haemanthi fill up the estate with sweetness.

As Darrow unravels her hair from the braid he's just plaited yet again, her mind wonders to the last time she was here when the sun bled over this particular landscape. It seems like a lifetime ago.

Her heart had been breaking even as her body trembled in his arms. An abyss had seemed to separate them back then while their bodies joined together, trying desperately to deny the loss.

She lookes down at her right hand as it rests on the marble rail. The rubies of her father's ring shine. The ring every Primus of House Augustus has ever worn. Her ring now. It used to weigh much more when she was a child, but now, it feels less of a burden on her heart.

On her left hand, the horse ring Darrow gifted her all those years ago was digging into the adjacent fingers, she was not used to it yet. She used to wear it on a pendant on Luna under her tunic, only putting on to declare her unwavering alliance to the Reaper of Mars. Now, she feels it belongs nowhere else, but on full display.

Darrow snakes his arms around her waist and nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. His loose silk robe is parted, she feels the sweet warmth of his skin, fresh from a shower. His fingers burrow under her own tied robe to caress her sternum.

'I have something for you', he carves a path with his lips along the column of her neck and glides his left hand along her arm. His voice is raspy - they haven't done much talking today.

'Oh, I think I have received it a lot of times for today', she laughs as he nips at the base of her throat. She's reminded of a lion teasing his mate.

'Hn.' He pulls the horse ring from her finger and spins her to face him. He gingerly holds his Mars ring in his other hand. As he carefully slips it unto the right finger, words fail both of them. His gaze softens against her honeyed eyes. He holds her ringed hand over his bare chest, right over his heart and prays she understands.

She does just that as she lounges on the rail, a column wrapped in haemanthii right next to her. Her arms invite him and he kisses her on a moan, pushing her into the soft flowers and moss, craddling her head softly, to cushion and manouvre her mouth into his.

He caresses her neck, then her soft cheek to slow the kiss down to a few pecks. He traces her features with a haemanthus flower - her eyelids, her nose, her lips - as if he wants to paint her in his memory in this exact moment.

'I love you the most', his whisper tickles her lips.

She can afford to let her heart rest easy for a bit longer in his arms, prentend that they will not have to fight another battle for liberation, deal with another dellusional Senator to save lives trapped in a war zone, steal yet another moment in between to kiss their son's forehead before he goes to sleep.

For now, it all seems all enduring, for he is here with her. He will come back to her, she knows his heart as much her own. And they are not raging at a separation as they did a lifetime ago, their synchronization is a peaceful, loving dance.

His eyes are glowing rose in the moonslight, his pupils expands as he takes in the sight of her. He too remembers the last time they were here. But as he kisses her palm, tickles her wrist and keep gazing at her as he would the twin moons, he is reassuring, trusting and open with her. Their love has grown and it will only grow stronger, as they got older and life lashed them with harder lessons.

'I love you the most', she whispers, her lips rosy, her hair golden in the dying sunlight. It seems like a new life everytime they say these words. In a way, it really is. They could not say them all those years ago, as they exchanged parting gifts and shared their bodies for what they thought to be the last time. They were worlds apart then, even as they came together. But that was then, now, they savour all there is and endure the distance when duty calls.

So she caresses his jaw, plants her hand into his hair and drags him towards her in a heated kiss. Her nails score the back of his head grounding them both in this moment. She savours everything between them, her very heart synched with his. Her inhales are warmed by his exhales and he tastes of strawberries. It frees her to feel everything, unbothered and safe.

His hand rips off her lingerie and his nimble fingers gently prob at her slit. She leans in for a soft kiss as his bloodydamn fingers explore in all the ways that make her shudder and moan. He gives her a peck on the lips, then captures her leg by the ankle. He peppers kisses on her calf, as her breath catches. A frustrated moan follows as he stop his hand. He laughs and licks his bloodydamn fingers.

She is not amused one bit.

He lets go of her leg and kisses her hard, quieting her protests. His mouth plants wet kisses on her exposed chest, nipping at her in the right places to illicit more moans.

Her robe is fully open. Between this realisation and the feeling of his mouth suckling on her nipple, she notices the jamField. His hard gaze pins hers down - as if he'd let anyone even catch a glimpse of her in these moments.

But she is impatient and hungry for him. His clothing is wet paper under her strong, deanding hands. She tells him exactly what she wants and how she wants it as she assaults his face and chest with aggressive kisses - harder, faster. Bloodydamn now would be great.

Among the rain of biting kisses, his hand finds anchor in her loose, golden hair. It shines molten gold under the light as she stops her attack. Her robe ends up scattered somewhere in the garden, his on the floor. He arranges her in front of him, moving her hands to the rail with a firm, gentle touch. As he interlocks their fingers and feels her rings, his heart soars. As the land plunges into darkness and stars twinkle beyond horizon, he takes and loves his heart as she wishes to be taken and loved.

He feels her skin dampening, the smell of her intoxicating as he finds just the right rythm. The moons glow upon his body, every nerve on high alert. His hands stroke just the right way, tracing fingers upon the sensitive skin of her wrists, moving to her throat to position for more kisses, his lips busy while his fingers tease right between her legs.

When the twin moons are at their peak, so are they. Their minds numb and full of each other. Their screams into the nighf echo off the jamField. He tries to prolong this for her, carressing her clit, grabbing her chin to moan into her mouth as her glazed eyes look into the soul of him.

As her own mewls quiet down, he is tender as he disengages from her. He wrap her in his own robe to ward off the chill of her body. It almost swamps her. His heart once again aches with how beautiful she is. Her smirk tells him he's just said that out loud. She kisses him deeply as a reward.

Her body has changed through pregnancy, birth and a fast track back into the battlefield. Golds heal fast, but she pushed her body a lot. Readjusting has been an experience Darrow has enjoyed helping. As his right hand recovered and relearnt, he's been spoiling her with massages and baths, complicated plaits and even getting dressed up on mornings she had no energy to get up.

'I love you the most', he rasps as he carries her back to their stateroom. The doors slide behind them with a soft ring. The holoMonitor shows their son is awake in his crib. 'Well', he arranges her on the bed and fluffs up the pillows, 'almost'. He laughs as she yawns.

'I will sleep a bit while you tend to your daddy duties.' She turns her back to him, closing her eyes. She knows how much he loves tending to their son. He insisted he always go to him at night.

A hand on her back and a whisper in her ear tease her awake. 'I will have a bath drawn for you, when you're awake, my liege'.

That means he will come back shortly to cuddle her close and soft, as to not wake her. She will wake anyway to cuddle him even closer. He will wake in the morning to tend to Pax and prepare her a bath. Her boys will wake her then with hugs and kisses. This routine feels blessed. She savours it while it lasts. Pax will never be this small again. Tomorrow, after Darrow helps her prepare for her duties, she will find out how much time they have left together.

She does not move one inch, but before he exists, she clutches the Mars ring to her heart:

'I love you the most'.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Red Rising Series - Pierce Brown Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Virginia au Augustus | Mustang/Darrow O'Lykos | Darrow au Andromedus Characters: Darrow O'Lykos | Darrow au Andromedus, Virginia au Augustus | Mustang, Theodora (Red Rising), Nero au Augustus Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Eventual Smut, Romance, Friendship, eventual graphic violence Summary:

Darrow of Lykos must walk a precarious line to fulfill his mission. His heart must too, yet it twists him in painful directions and some days are harder than others. Virginia slowly realizes her own heart will have to walk the line between her own goals and those of her House, but she is already on the rope when the dangers come at full speed.

An anthology of missing scenes from the Red Rising Trilogy between Darrow and Virginia. Some have plot some have some porn as well. Angst at all times, but there is always hope.

I want to dedicate this one to @mustangdelicate because she asked for a kissing prompt a few years ago. Bumping/scattering furniture to be more precise. I hope this does it justice. Next one has full on smut, because why not?

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Walk The Line:

A work of fanfiction despicting some missing scenes in the Red Rising Trilogy written by yours truly.

As it wants to be more of an anthology, it will not presume chronological order, but I am taking suggestions 💖🐺🤗

What scene would you like to see written here? Thank you 💖🤗

Howl on!