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miiight get another 1/3 done today, gonna try at least

1/3 of the way through desolated but i am fuelled by spite and coffee to get it out before 3.4 so we shall see

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ngl to you all "your idol" from kpop demon hunters is fixing my motivation actually like fr

1/3 of the way through desolated but i am fuelled by spite and coffee to get it out before 3.4 so we shall see

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1/3 of the way through desolated but i am fuelled by spite and coffee to get it out before 3.4 so we shall see

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01:23 — MYDEIMOS

⟢ wc: 1k words ⟢ warnings: blood, violence, manslaughter, and... what do you even call a kink where you get turned on after your king kills someone on your behalf!?!?, thigh riding, dirty talk, smut ⟢ minors do not interact

— you are MYDEIMOS' most beloved consort.

you were not just any woman in the king’s court. you were envied, protected, whispered about in every marble hall of castrum kremnos. the only one allowed to sleep beside the king, and the only one he ever smiled for.

and tonight, someone tried to take that from him.

the blade sliced into your shoulder just as you turned from the mirror. pain bloomed, hot and sudden but louder than your gasp was the roar of your name, spat like a curse from mydei’s lips.

he struck the assassin before the guards could even shout. chased him down with bloodlust simmering in his golden eyes because your king—your god of war—had seen you bleed.

when mydei returned, there was blood on his hands, on his chest, on his face. none of it his. he looked at you like how a dying man drinks light.

“where does it hurt?” he asked, voice low and shaking.

you showed him. his eyes went dark.

the attendants were quick to tend to your wounds and dress you in bandages. and once they disposed of your attacker’s corpse, you laid beside your king in the ear-splitting silence. there were no traces of tonight on his blessed visage, not anymore.

but the sight of him bathed in blood burned behind your eyelids nonetheless.

mydei’s arm was around you now, the weight of him steady and unyielding at your back. his breath brushed your nape, slow and controlled, like a king who has already claimed his vengeance and now kept watch over what was his.

you should be resting. you tried—you closed your eyes, breathed through the ache that still clung to your bones. but the memory refused to loosen its grip; it continued to simmer just beneath your skin.

the fury in his voice, the razor sharp edge in his gaze, the way he stood in the aftermath—like a man who would tear the world apart just to rebuild it with you safely at its center.

you thought he wouldn’t notice.

you hoped he wouldn’t.

because the ache between your legs has been building, and the way he’s holding you—strong and silent and so fiercely yours—only made it worse.

so you moved. barely. just a shift of your hips, a shy drag of silk and skin against the muscle of his thigh. you ground against him slow and cautious—just enough to breathe through the pulse, yet not enough to call it what it is.

but kings, especially yours, notice everything.

mydei’s grip on your waist tightens. not painfully, never painfully. but when you felt his fingers squeeze, you could only squeak in surprise.

“hm? what do you think you’re doing?”

his voice is warm like molten steel, the timbre of it threading somewhere deep beneath your ribs as your breath stutters. you should have known better.

“i-i wasn’t—”

“you’re grinding against me like a heat-struck mare,” your king murmured as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “after someone tried to kill you.”

you buried your face in the pillows with shame.

“you really thought i wouldn’t feel it?” he chuckled, dragging his thigh up between your legs to press it flush against your aching heat. "this little movement? this soaking cunt on my leg?”

a muffled moan stumbled from your lips.

you tried to speak—deny it, excuse it, anything—but mydei was already chuckling low and dark behind you. the sound slid down your spine like something thicker than the bright red crimson that once caked his hands.

“gods,” your king snarled, sounding much too pleased. “you got aroused while i was covered in blood.”

you could only shudder as mydei pressed closer, his hand sliding down to cup your hips.

“my sweet little consort,” he crooned, voice dark with pride and promise, “you liked watching me kill for you, didn’t you?”

you clenched around his strong thigh. traitorous.

mydei kissed the back of your neck with a shuddering laugh—too soft, too reverent for the sick, twisted feeling that he’s drowning you in at this moment. his next words were a whisper of heat against your skin:

“show me where you ache for me, darling. you know i’ll ruin the world to soothe you again.”

you whimpered because it’s too much now, all-consuming and maddening. your body knew no shame. not when he spoke like that; not when he held you like this—your king’s thick, strong thigh pressed perfectly between your legs.

“mydei,” you gasped, clutching at the sheets, at his arms—anything.

“shh,” he hushed gently as he brushed his lips over your shoulder, just beside the fresh bandage. “go on, then. take what you need.”

and gods, you did.

you moved your hips with a slow, trembling roll that made the wet heat of your cunt drag over the solid curve of his thigh. your silken nightdress bunched around your hips as you chased friction with pitiful little sounds.

his large hand sprawled low on your belly, holding you steady as you ground harder—more desperately now. slick and needy and shamefully wet.

"that's it," mydei murmured. "ride it."

his words made you throb from the inside, made your rhythm falter just long enough for him to adjust his leg—tense his muscles, flex just right—and then you’re gasping as your hips stuttered against the fresh wave of pressure.

“so wet for me,” he groaned before pressing his lips to your temple—his breath hot against your skin. “you’ll soak me through, darling. is that what you want?”

you nodded—frantic and keening—as your movements grew more erratic, more reckless. the edge built fast, spurred on by your king’s voice and the fact that he’s letting you use him like this.

“filthy thing,” he rasped, nipping at your ear. “my perfect consort. getting off on the aftermath of murder. on the blood of the man who dared touch you. so needy you couldn’t even wait for my cock.”

you moaned, body shaking as the coil inside you tightened.

“mydei—”

“i know,” he whispered. “you can come. i’m here. you’re safe. let me feel you gush over me, sweet thing.”

your hips jerked once, twice—

and then you’re gone.

the orgasm ripped through you like a wildfire, pleasure spilling fast and hot between your thighs as you cried out into the safety of his arms. mydei held you close through it all, murmuring sweet praise into your hair, his strong arms steady around your spent frame.

you collapsed against him, boneless. ruined.

and still, your king only smiled. golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction. the blood was long gone, but the hunger remains.

“you’ll never need to beg for anything, beloved,” he murmured softly, kissing your temple.

“i’ll kill a thousand more if it keeps you this sweet and needy for me.”

⟢ end notes: i spent an hour just typing this like a silly little guy on my tumblr mobile app <3 the draft has been there for a while now, but i only got around to finally finishing it nyeow :3c

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HELLO??? FABLE OF THE STARS PART 2 WAS CRAZY

is it just me or does anyone else think the lord ravagers look similar to specific aeons, like off the top of my head after watching it i can pick out a couple

phantylia looked like the abundance, then there were ones that looked like the harmony, nihility and mythus. makes me think each lord ravager was picked out to kill an aeon for nanook

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WATCHING CYYUS REACTION TO IT AND CRYING LIKE I REALLY JUST MADE READERS HOMETOWN AEDES ELYSIEA 2.0 GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERRREEEEE I DONT LOOK AT LEAKS HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????

anyway im writing more of desolated now

watched the 3.4 trailer again and wooowww H&R readers hometown is so much like aedes elysiea this is crazy lmfao

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watched the 3.4 trailer again and wooowww H&R readers hometown is so much like aedes elysiea this is crazy lmfao

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Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

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if all goes according to plan(🙂😬) desolated should be up before the 3.4 version goes lives

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pull your boxers down we need to talk.

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if i write this idea it will probably never leave containment unless i post it anonymously on AO3 bc what do you mean i want to write blade smut that involves *********** between blade & reader being foreplay for the sex what the fuck brain

had an idea for my favourite (blade) but at what cost 🚬🚬🚬

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I must remind myself that it doesnt matter if desolated ends up being shorter than homestead, what matters is that I'm actually writing the thing ☝️ word counts are irrelevant I've read 1k fics that have gutted me before I must simply trust in the power of words not the amount of them

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had an idea for my favourite (blade) but at what cost 🚬🚬🚬

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oh my god.... i just had the most scrumdiddlyumptious idea for a fic but i have to put it on the backburner bc i ALREADY have FOUR wips this is hell truly

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⸺ on soulmates and suffering.

Fyodor Dostoevsky // via tullipsink // Faiz Ahmed Faiz // Margaret Atwood // sam sax // Mary Shelley. also see: soulmate (horror)

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okay so i only wrote three paragraphs today (lol, lmao even) BUT!!! i feel as if that has broken the seal so to say like i feel as if when i go to write next the words will just flow like a river bc i no longer have to actually start the chapter its already begun iykwim!!!

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TWO OF THREE WIKI PAGES I NEED WONT LOAD 😭😭😭 maybe if i crack open my laptop it will load on desktop 🤔

i need to ignore all the fire fics on my dashboard and LOCK IN on desolated fr