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// finally moving Solomon's blog! remade over @sunderdust, still a bit WIP. I'll get a proper pinned post up sometime today, I just wanted to announce it so I could start doing some replies over there. I've definitely been holding off on touching anything on this blog because of the move.

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Solomon's pretty face pt 8/?

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Solomon's pretty face pt 7/?

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// Solomon is an expert forger because his wizardry has taught him to be very precise about matching glyphs and sigils and you'd better believe he puts that skill to good use, bye

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// Sorry for coming back and immediately vanishing. ☠️ I had to hit the ground running with some long work days this week, so I haven't had time to sit down and do anything on Tumblr. I'm hoping I can knock out a bunch of stuff tomorrow and have a little blog/writing time after that.

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“Make an impulsive, life-altering commitment with little forethought, consequences be damned?” He flashed a grin back at Lux, even as gentle hands urged him back down onto the table. “I’m game. How about you?” A joke, yes—but one that didn’t hit far from the truth. Solomon had done more on the basis of far less, and where he was concerned, thoughtless decisions were often the best kind. Life was meant to be lived, not planned.

Still—even he knew such an offer was coming on a little strong. So he let the matter drop, closing his eyes to fall back into a state of relaxation. Warmth surged through him as gentle fingers worked the skin at the base of his skull, a quiet noise escaping his throat—a sensitive spot, that. A good one. Distracting enough that he almost didn’t realize the heat was more than just some pronounced physical reaction.

Almost. Brown eyes snapped open again as it suddenly struck him. “Now that’s interesting,” he murmured. Lux insisted he had no command over the magical arts, which probably included the divine as well as the arcane—but that left… what, exactly? The instinct to relax warred with his sudden fascination as he mentally sifted through possibilities. If it wasn’t magic, then perhaps it was physical. Spores—or the pheromones of some fey creature. He was about to ask, then Lux’s question hit him like a load of bricks.

He deflated instantly. It was an important question, and one that any wizard by rights should have had an answer to. Solomon did not.

“Help people,” he finally supplied after the silence had drawn on too long. “Make their lives better.” It was a simple answer, and true enough, for the most part. His intentions were good. His execution? A shadow flickered across his expression, a stitch in his brow and the briefest tightening of his lips.

He had killed people. He had hurt people—a lot of them. He had done good, too, but bad memories had a way of clinging in a way that good ones never did. They stuck in the corners of his mind like stains of ink, impossible to ignore, impossible to wash out. Whether the good of his actions could ever outweigh the bad was a judgment only the gods could make.

“—That’s the idea, anyway.”

What was magic to Lux, really? Magic as such was found in plenty of things, from the vibrant colours of a wild flower field, the glow of the sun warming one's skin, or the music of a bard touching hearts and beckoning feet to dance. Druids and clerics wielded magic, as did children, all in their own way. But arcane magic, the type mages attempted to tame with ink and parchment, was a different matter altogether. Dangerous, Solomon had called it, and Lux did not disagree. Tough that was only a small part of the truth, wasn't it.

Pausing his activities when the other turned around, Lux regarded him with a curious expression. None of his various mentors had ever truly gotten through to him, even if some had given it their best attempts. He still remembered how magister Akrav had spent an entire week's worth of free evenings trying to teach him the basics of elemental transmutation. Much to their frustration, however, it was as if a steel door was shut behind Lux' eyes the second they started practicing. It wasn't as if Lux did not understand the theories. But good was that when the thought alone of hanging over a stack of books for a couple hours every day filled him with such dread that his stomach twisted itself into painful knots?

So what if he listened? So what if he tried? At some point, eventually, when he would have finally hammered it all into his brain, all the runes and riddles and physics of it all... what good would that do him?

"Maybe so", Lux mused, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Why, are you offering to teach me?"

With a soft hum, he leaned down to gently but firmly push the other back down into a relaxed position. Warmth engulfed the two of them, as if their little private booth had been dipped into a hot bath. Lux hoped it would be enough to drown the subtle tension that had suddenly entered the bones of his guest. As long as Solomon was not bothered by a little psionic support...

"I did not mean to criticize your craft, by any means" Lux' hands wandered up to the base of the other's skull to continue their work. "I was merely curious. If it is not too much to ask, what good specifically are you planning to do with it though?"

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// good morning, I don't know how much writing I'll be doing this week between lots of work and getting Solomon's blog moved, but there's a good chance I might also make a multi

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@itsalcngstory asked: ❛ what's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning? the morning is evil. ❜ (from Nysa!)

“It’s an odd quirk of wizard brains,” he says, stifling a yawn behind a fist. “We’re full of magic in the morning, then by the evening we’re all dried up and we have to sleep before we get it back.”

It’s an overly simplistic explanation of the far more complicated practice of memorizing spells. It doesn’t have to happen in the morning—nor does it necessarily have to come with sleep. The methods of magic are as varied as its practitioners, and it would be hopeless to try and capture the whole of them in just a few small words. But sometimes, nuance must be set aside in the interest of clarity.

Sometimes it’s easiest to just call a duck a duck.

“Anyway—you want the little beasties fresh, don’t you?” He straightens, rolls his shoulders—then with a quick gesture he summons up a mage hand to carve a summoning circle into the dirt. (It simply wouldn’t do for a proper wizard to dirty his robes by stooping onto the ground.) He spares a moment of inspection for the circle in the early light; though he does plan on unleashing the fiends onto the barbarian once she’s ready, the slightest imperfection in his sigils could free them before he’s ready.

He launches into a more elaborate incantation, then—a practiced weaving of hands through precise somatic gestures, his voice growing fuller in the hollow chill of morning. Weave pulls and gathers around him, magnetic, resonant, electric—it pricks and sparks at his fingertips, blazing through his bones. And with a final thrust of his hand—

Release.

Smoke swirls and pools over the summoning circle, bringing with it the sharp tang of brimstone. When it clears, four minor demons stand blinking against the first rays of dawn, hissing and baring jagged teeth. Solomon considers them for a moment, clasping his hands behind his back and canting his head in idle curiosity. He’s seen plenty of demons before, but each is repulsive in some new, unique way. Like the little fellow with the horn sprouting from one eye. That’s new.

“Break the circle when you’re ready,” he calls to Nysa, stepping back to sit on a flat rock. “They’re all yours.”

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// Solomon is absolutely the type to sneak off from the group for a quick kiss or make-out or (extra challenge mode) tryst, bye

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♡  SPICY  ACTION  PROMPTS  ;

send a word for a starter !  add a ♡ to reverse the role !  or add a + for the action to be more harsh/aggressive, for those who are interested !  you’re welcome to specify body parts where it’s ambiguous. feel free to strike out the ones you’re uninterested in when reblogging ! ( all prompts are within a spicy setting, either during sex, or leading up to it, etc. ) 

please don’t use for taboo subjects !! thank you ♡

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. 

[  BEHIND  ] ;  the sender takes the receiver from behind.

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body. 

[  BONDAGE  ] ;  the sender ties the receiver up.

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver. 

[  COLLAR  ] ;  the sender puts a collar on the receiver.

[  CUT  ] ;  the sender cuts the underwear off the receiver.

[  DEGRADE  ] ;  the sender degrades the receiver.

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm. 

[  DOUBLE  ] ;  the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

[  EAR  ]  ;  the sender bites the receiver’s earlobe.

[  GAG  ] ;  the sender gags the receiver. 

[ GROPE ] ; the sender gropes the receivers breasts or crotch.

[  HICKEY  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a hickey somewhere on their body.

[  HUMILIATE  ] ;  the sender humiliates the receiver. 

[  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’.

[  KISS  ] ;  the sender kisses the receiver somewhere on their body.

[  KNIFE  ] ;  the sender holds a knife to the receivers neck.

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating.

[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. 

[  MOUTH  ] ;  the sender slides their fingers into the receivers mouth. 

[  ORAL  ] ;  the sender performs oral on the receiver.

[  PET  NAME  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver a cute pet name during sex.

[  PIN  ] ;  the sender pins the receiver against the wall.

[  PRAISE  ] ;  the sender praises the receiver.  

[  PUBLIC  ] ;  the sender touches the receiver in public.   

[  PULL  ] ;  the sender pulls the receivers hair.  

[  PUPPY  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘puppy’.

[  RIM  ] ;  the sender gives the receiver a rimjob. 

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back.

[  SLAP  ] ;  the sender slaps the receivers face.

[  SPIT ] ;  the sender spits in the receivers mouth / on the receivers face. 

[  SMACK  ] ;  the sender playfully smacks the receivers ass.  

[  SOFA  ] ;  the sender hurriedly takes the receiver to the sofa. 

[  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver. 

[  SQUEEZE  ] ; the sender squeezes a body part of the receiver. 

[  STRADDLE  ] ; the sender straddles the receivers lap. 

[  STRAP  ] ;  the sender presents the receiver with a strap-on. 

[  TIE  ] ;  the sender ties the receivers hands together using an article of clothing.

[  TOY  ] ;  the sender uses a sex toy on the receiver.  

[  WHIP  ] ;  the sender whips the receiver. 

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@triickst asked: “i’m  going  up  to  my  tent  now,  where  i  may  die.”

Dark eyebrows raise briefly. Not in genuine surprise—he knows better than to take anything Midge says too seriously. Melodrama is simply a hallmark of her nature, and he’s quickly coming to appreciate her peculiar vintage. His own response is a touch theatrical; he feigns concern, as though the threat of some unknown assassin looms just beyond the safety of their fire.

( Yes, there are real assassins after them—gith and cultists and devils and probably a few wild fey just tagging along for the show. They’re of no concern right now. Not when there’s play to be had. )

“Well, we certainly can’t have that,” he says, clapping his hands together. Jeweled fingers steeple before him, almost sagely in his regard. "For one thing, I like you better alive than I would dead. I’ve known a few dead people in my time, and they never smell right.”

Meandering footsteps carry him over to Midge and he slings an arm around her shoulders. He’s not especially bulky, but he is tall—and it’s all too easy to tuck her in comfortably to his side. “You should stay with me in my tent,” he says, his voice dripping with too much concern. “No marauding assassins in the night, guaranteed. Safety in numbers and all that.”

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uncharted sentence starters

❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to be easy, you know. ❞ ❝ well, it sounds like you’re working for a nutcase. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ look, i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! but how could i? ❞ ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry for what happened to you. ❞ ❝ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❞ ❝ wait, wait, wait. something about this feels kinda hinky. ❞ ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ ❝ i’m willing to forgive and forget. for old time’s sake. ❞ ❝ looks like he was killed. ripped to shreds actually. ❞ ❝ these guys have been tailing me for weeks. thought i lost them. ❞ ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞ ❝ so with our luck, what’s the odds this volcano is going to erupt on us? ❞ ❝ i hope i don’t go to hell for this. ❞ ❝ i can handle this. i’m tough. i grew up with nuns. ❞ ❝ fair warning, last person who betrayed me wound up dead. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d say out of trouble. ❞ ❝ how do i know you’re real? ❞ ❝ don’t ever point a gun at me again. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i have made a lot of mistakes. a lot. i’m not a perfect man. ❞ ❝ i had a lousy father. lousy childhood. ❞ ❝ sounds terrible. check his wallet. ❞ ❝ let’s not forget who walked out on whom. you don’t get to be jealous.  ❞ ❝ progress demands sacrafice. ❞ ❝ shut up. i really thought you were gone this time. ❞ ❝ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ ❝ i can’t walk away. i’m tired of walking away. ❞ ❝ even an enemy must be fed and sheltered. are you my enemy? ❞ ❝ we can still stop him. i can help you. ❞ ❝ gotta say, you have a real knack for breaking things. ❞ ❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞ ❝ looks like hell spit you back out. ❞ ❝ what’s your story, anyway? ❞ ❝ i don’t take big risks without a good payday. ❞ ❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞ ❝ you can’t reform the villain and save the day. it’s just not done like that. ❞ ❝ sorry, i just need to get my head back in the game. ❞ ❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them hurt you. ❞ ❝ skip the mind games. you don’t know me. ❞ ❝ no offense, but your ancestor was a right asshole. ❞ ❝ you’re unusually quiet. what’s up your bum? ❞ ❝ that was my last cigarette. ❞ ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞ ❝ why this obsession? i’m just worried. ❞ ❝ i can’t…i can’t breathe…i just…can’t breathe… ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❞ ❝ if you let these bastards win - after this - i will never forgive you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your pride all tangled up in this thing. it’s making you reckless. ❞ ❝ any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later. ❞ ❝ dangerous to be out so late.  ❞ ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞ ❝ my leg! don’t touch it! i know it’s broken! ❞ ❝ are you going to join me, darling? ❞ ❝ this is my gig. you want your share, you play by my rules. ❞ ❝ we don’t get to choose how we start in life. real greatness? it’s what you do with the hand you’re dealt. ❞ ❝ i always felt that we were destined for something great. ❞ ❝ you should relax. you’ll live longer. ❞ ❝ i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ so that’s a no? felt like a no. ❞ ❝ quit acting like you’re gonna lie down and die, all right? ❞ ❝ i have a spare bed.  ❞ ❝ is there no bottom for your ignorance? ❞ ❝ even cornered dogs bite back.  ❞ ❝ that one is my favourite. it makes your eyes twinkle.  ❞ ❝ admit it. you’re gonna miss this ass.  ❞ ❝ you think i’m a monster, but you’re no different from me.  ❞ ❝ how many people have you killed? how many?  ❞ ❝ you will not stand in the way of destiny.  ❞ ❝ you stick with me, i’ll teach you a few things. ❞ ❝ well, if you’d like, i can tell you where to stick it. ❞ ❝ face it, genius, you’ve been played. ❞ ❝ yeah, keep smiling, asshole. ❞ ❝ i got nothing to prove. ❞ ❝ don’t hand it to me. i’ve had everything handed to me ❞ ❝ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❞ ❝ you stick your neck out, you’re asking to lose your head. ❞ ❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ just so you know, it’s not my first lost city. ❞ ❝ are you always this clever? ❞ ❝ i was trying to rescue you, as a matter of fact. ❞ ❝ you know, at this point, i’ve run out of words. ❞ ❝ what do you say we really ruin this guy’s day? ❞ ❝ whether you die or not, i don’t really care. ❞ ❝ i thought you…i saw you get shot. ❞ ❝ it’s like a camera. you just…point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ god, who’s being unprofessional now? ❞ ❝ i always knew you were gonna make something of yourself one day. ❞ ❝ let’s just pretend i skipped all of sunday school. ❞ ❝ oh no you didn’t do that. that’s not funny! ❞ ❝ save the world, triumph over evil. ❞ ❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞ ❝ know what i love about partying with a bunch of crooks? nobody cares that you smoke indoors. ❞ ❝ you gave me a goddamn heartattack. ❞ ❝ i’ll die a thousand deaths before i let you win.  ❞ ❝ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid…of losing you. ❞ ❝ what ever happened to just living a normal life? ❞ ❝ even if you think you’re protecting me, you don’t have a right to shut me out like that. ❞ ❝ i mean… thanks for saving me. ❞ ❝ en garde, dickhead. ❞ ❝ i love you. ❞ ❝ come on! we can get out of here together. ❞ ❝ everything i touch turns to shit. ❞ ❝ how did you find me anyway? ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ you were going to sell me out, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ love to know what you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ well, well, well. get it? ‘cause you know, it’s a well. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame we’re leaving empty handed though. ❞ ❝ okay…yeah…how do i look? ❞ ❝ thank me after we get out of this alive. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞ ❝ they’re just saying that because it gets to you. ❞ ❝ look, if you’re into shady stuff it’s totally cool. ❞ ❝ ha. that’s my girl. ❞ ❝ i made a promise that i was done with this life. ❞ ❝ listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care. ❞ ❝ well, that’s it. now you know everything. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ you know, i shot the man who told me that. ❞ ❝ i thought that i’d be satisfied. instead, i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ as thrilling as the next adventure may be, in the end, you’re always left with that same feeling. ❞ ❝ you know, i didn’t think i could trust you either. ❞ ❝ i almost lost you once before. i just can’t do that again. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ that’s it! no compassion! no mercy! ❞ ❝ sentimentality in this line of work will get you killed. ❞ ❝ i need your help…and you need mine. ❞ ❝ i kept your tears in a jar. ❞ ❝ i expected you to have my back.  ❞ ❝ tell you what. when i get back, pizza’s on me. ❞ ❝ death. it smelled like death. ❞ ❝ so they have beaten you, eh? your quest’s over?  ❞ ❝ you listen to your mum, okay?  ❞ ❝ trust me - your ego will mend.  ❞ ❝ i hope i live to regret this.  ❞ ❝ these men were all shot.  ❞ ❝ be a lot easier just to let go.  ❞ ❝ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?  ❞ ❝ seems like i am always saving your ass. ❞ ❝ i never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ❞ ❝ the guys in prison used to say, ‘you can steal to eat or you can steal to get rich.’ i say, why not both?  ❞ ❝ you were never a chocolate and flower kinda girl.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have your luck. people like me know when to walk away from the table.  ❞ ❝ appreciate the update, captain obvious.  ❞ ❝ you made your choice.  ❞ ❝ don’t tell me you’re buying all into that supernatural nonsense.  ❞ ❝ i couldn’t sleep last time i saw that.  ❞ ❝ it’s actually nice working with a woman for a change. ❞ ❝ i’m lucky you’re on my side. ❞ ❝ do you really think all this really could be true?  ❞ ❝ you know, it’s kind of romantic down here.  ❞ ❝ just wish i’d brought something to read.  ❞ ❝ you can relax. we’re safe here. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by traitors and fools.  ❞ ❝ just don’t get us killed. ❞ ❝ what are you shaking for? ❞ ❝ parents must be worried about you. ❞ ❝ i wonder what you’re really scared of…not bullets, or blood, or broken bones… ❞ ❝ i don’t need your bullet-ridden-corpse on my conscience. let’s go. ❞ ❝ yeah, i’m fine. oh, but - you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ i do seem to attract the scum of the earth. ah - no offense. ❞ ❝ all this grandeur, hidden away from the world.  ❞ ❝ if we don’t make it out here, i just want you to know - i hate your guts. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bad feeling about this place. ❞ ❝ that’s my blood. that’s my blood. that’s a lot of my blood. ❞ ❝ you should play the hero more often. it suits you. ❞ ❝ eyes ahead, don’t look down. ❞ ❝ here - grab my hand. ❞ ❝ no matter what it is, you’re supposed to come to me so we can work it out together… as a team.  ❞  ❝ you know nothing is ever truly destroyed. just purified and reborn.  ❞ ❝ you just - totally crushed that moment. you know that, right?  ❞ ❝ you’re a selfish dickhead.  ❞ ❝ i do speak a little bit of ____, you know. wait, what did you say? ❞ ❝ i know you. you’re no hero.  ❞ ❝ i wish you could’ve been there. ❞ ❝ hey, are you happy? ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me or nothing, are you? ❞ ❝ look, i…um….i’m not good with the whole people thing.  ❞ ❝ i’ve had worse nights, believe me.  ❞ ❝ let’s find somewhere a little more private. ❞ ❝ hey, take it easy. you’ve been out for almost half an hour.  ❞ ❝ to rule people, you first must sow chaos.  ❞ ❝ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic?  ❞  ❝ it’s nothing that years of therapy won’t fix.  ❞ ❝ no. it’s my turn to walk away.  ❞  ❝ nothing about our lives have been fair, but we’ve made it work. ❞ ❝ your people will beg me to save them.  ❞ ❝ we’re not on a first-name basis.  ❞ ❝ you know nothing about me.  ❞ ❝ do tell. maybe over some drinks?  ❞ ❝ we must keep to the shadows.  ❞ ❝ hey, you cool? ‘cause i need you to be cool.  ❞ ❝ you must be tired of these lectures. i know i’m tired of giving them. ❞ ❝ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❞ ❝ is that a sin? i think that’s a sin. ❞

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𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 add reverse for the opposite scenario (made in affiliation with @isortofwriteit)

sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark

sender let's receiver orgasm after edging them for a long time

sender gets on their knees and lets receiver slide their thumb into their mouth

sender pulls receiver's head back and calls them a 'good boy/girl/insert moniker here’

sender tells receiver to sit on their face

sender tells receiver they're not wearing any underwear

sender kisses the back of receiver's neck

sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there

sender grabs receiver's neck/ throat

sender pulls receiver on their lap

sender touches receiver under the table at a nice restaurant

sender trails fingertips up receiver’s bare thigh

sender breathes on/licks the shell of receiver’s ear

sender ghosts fingertips along receiver’s skin, eliciting goosebumps

sender leaves a love bite on receiver’s shoulder

sender pulls receiver into bathroom stall/dressing room/closet for a moment of passion

sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing

sender delicately removes an article of receiver’s clothing

sender draws invisible shapes/words on receiver’s flesh with their fingertip or tongue

sender teases receiver until receiver breaks and tries to take what they want from sender

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your usft and suggestive content. do not reblog this meme if you're under 18. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are interrupted. [ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their hand/fingers. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are having sex for the first time. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver is having a wet dream about sender. [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex. [ 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ] : sender and receiver are having sex in a public place. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm. [ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex with no strings attached. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. [ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are trying to conceive.

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// some assorted ship thoughts for the day because boy do I have them:

As far as canon romance goes, I'm taking Solomon in a generally Shadowheart direction—remains to be seen whether that chemistry ends up being his vibe. I think it would take some IC interaction here for me to really determine whether she's a good fit for him. Karlach also has the potential to be super cute, with some legendary banter.

And then there's Gale. Oh, Gale. He be a phenomenal ship for Solomon given the fact that Solomon has some issues with him early on—Gale is the very ideal of a wizard, phenomenally powerful, favored of the Goddess of Magic, endlessly ambitious. It leaves Solomon feeling a little, shall we say, inadequate. Jealous, even, or like he's got something to prove to the camp. (That he's not the lesser of the two wizards and he's worth bringing along.) And then there's the matter of Gale's attraction to powerful artifacts, which Solomon actively works to contain and destroy. There's a lot of potential there but dammit I'm not allowed to romance Gale again I've romanced him two or three times already.

Then, to completely switch gears: I was thinking yesterday on the matter of birth control. There have got to be all kinds of potions, spells, runes, etc that are effective in a world absolutely brimming with magic. Solomon isn't one to put the expectation on his partner, so he always ensures he's got some kind of birth control active—whether that be a draught he drinks every day, or a magical rune he has to inscribe on his body each week. He's not looking to leave an army of anonymous offspring in his wake; he's got it handled.

And lastly: most of the time I imagine Solomon's relationships are very casual. He gets very attached, yes, and when he's intimate he's very affectionate and emotionally engaged with his partner. But he also moves around a lot. And he's quickly attracted to people, a chronic flirt, and falls into bed easily. His relationships tend to be short and free of commitment—open, casual, and he's probably also had the occasional poly arrangement. Obviously, deeper and longer term relationships, like those he would form in the camp, would command more commitment from him and he'd be careful about respecting his partner's desires. After it became clear that a relationship was headed somewhere, conversations would be had about wants and expectations.

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// Just as a reminder for new followers, I've been out of town for a week and won't be heading home until tomorrow, so follow backs are coming a little slow. Sorry!

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Dextrous fingers fly as he works the cards through a shuffle on the table. His movements are graceful, exaggerated—as if this is a well practiced routine and he's putting on a show. Jeweled rings glitter in the dim light of the tavern as he cuts the deck, shuffles again; the ink of his forearm tattoo peeks onto the back of his hand, the body of the dragon lost beneath shimmering silken sleeves.

It's an impressive display—and the perfect cover for slipping himself a winning hand.

He doesn't break from the routine as footsteps approach from over his shoulder, turning his head slightly as he keeps his eyes on the cards. "Do you mind?" It's the wrong angle for his show. And exactly the right angle to spot his sleight of hand.

"Flattering as it is to have an audience, either sit down and let me deal you in, or—and I say this with love—scram."