#rythmic blessing

[semipreciousgemstonejade]

Will you be pulling or skipping the new Zayne memory?

I always pull for Zayne, so...

Why are the rewards always boogid? LOL give us more, damn it!

[lazyneonrabbitt]

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Adar x Reader | SMUT🔞

You find your Lord Father in a crowd of Uruk, facing off against a warrior and find out new things about him after.

Based off this meme post and with a special appearance of Pushkrimp who belongs to @holykhepri (I hope I did him justice, friend!!)

Cheers and howls could be heard far past the borders of the Uruk campsite, the place you called your home now as well.

Taken in as a stray who mamaged to worm her way into their leader's heart you, a simple mortal, now lived among the ones that were considered even lesser beings.

You had heard these sounds often before.

On quiet days the Uruk men fought, for entertainment and prizes of weapons and food rations. It was the only thing they could place bets with.

The only off thing about it all is that Adar was nowhere to be found. You wandered around the camp in spirals, getting further towards the camo's centre where most of the residents had gathered. Normally it was easy to find your Lord Father in these moments, and he always notified you when he'd go out.

So where was he?

In an instant the loud noises of the crowd going wild intensified, excitement carrying with the sound of countless gathered Uruk. And then stomps of weapons and feet in a rythmic pattern started, along with the all too familiar chants of "Nampat".

Curiosity got the best of you, your search now forgotten as your feet led you towards the noise.

It was easy to find the crowd, and just as easy to get to the front of it to see what all the commotion was about with all of the Uruk letting Lord Father's favorite mortal pass by.

The chants were still going as you wormed yourself past rows of bodies until the clearing came into view.

The first thing that appeared in your vision between the shoulders of Uruk still in front of you was one of the larger warriors that lived in the village. He was at least two heads taller than you and equally as wide. Thick, strong body with corded muscles under his pale grey skin adorned in warpaints and his chest adorned with two metal rings pierced through his nipples.

His pink tinted ears stood at attention, focused on his current oponent.

Adar, who you had been looking for this whole time. No wonder the crowd went so wild, they had finally gotten the match of a lifetime. Their undefeated warrior versus their Lord Father, the ancient Uruk.

You watched as they circled each other, Adar carying nothing but his sword tip dagger and gauntlet, his sword now in the hands of a young one watching on the front row who held onto it like he was given a blessing.

In the ring that had formed naturally by the crowd the two Uruks circled each other, the tall one, Pushkrimp, taunting his Lord Father who gave no thought to it.

"You know you can't beat me in battle." Adar's voice sounded and was backed up by sounds of support from the crowd.

"Humor me." Was all he got for an answer before he was charged at, only barely managing to dodge and trip his oponent, but not without being grabbed by the leg and pulled along to the ground, Adar's dagger landing in the sand just out of reach.

Adar was quickly overpowered, a smirk on the taller Uruk's face as he held fhe side of his face pressed into the dirt.

"You wanna yield?"

The crowd went wild at the quick settle, distracting Pushkrimp just enough for Adar to move his legs underneath the taller Uruk and toss him off of him and getting back up.

"I don't yield that easily."

The truth was, he had no option to overpower the much larger Uruk before him so his only option was to tire him out for now. He'd have to endure.

"Good." Pushkrimp stood tall, rolling his shoulders aa he stared down at his elder. "Neither will I."

With that he charged again, this time succeeding in grabbing and Taking Adar to the ground, knocking the air out of him and earning a loud gasp from you now on the front row.

Both sets of eyes found you, and in Adar's you saw a fire light up at that moment. With the claws of his gauntlet he grabbed right into the muscle of his oponent's arm, prying the hand off his chest and rolling from under him. Using his current position and hold of Pushkrimp's arm he tugged at it and shoved a foot into his side to topple him once again. He had hoped to get back to his dagger but the way he had tossed the Uruk he had set himself at the wrong side of the makeshift arena.

The Uruk laid on his back with a hand at his side where the force of Adar's kick had landed. It was surely going to bruise.

Adar took his chance to straddle the taller Uruk, the metal of his gauntlet pressing hard on his oponent's neck as he stared down at him, eyes dark and irises blown wide, his breaths deep and rugged.

You recognized the look in his eyes, it was one he had given you some times before in private after typically frustrating days. Days that usually ended in both of you nude and spent after hours of him letting out frustrations and you giving up your body for him.

Adar's presumed victory was shortlived as his hair was grabbed, earning a pained groan from him and with a swift move was back underneath the warrior who had a smirk on his face as he leaned down to taunt his Lord Father in black speech.

You watched as Adar took in a deep breath and harshly headbutted the taunting Uruk who cursed in return.

The two wrestled, limbs tangled, punches and kicks barely missing. It became clear Adar's stamina was much greater, and while Pushkrimp's movements got sluggish, Adar was still ever as precise with each calculated moves.

Still, Pushkrimp got quite some hits in. Harsh blows to leg, arm and torso caused many instances of loss of balance for the ancient Uruk, but the hit he took to the face was his last straw.

With a breathy roar almost he returned a punch, then two and threw him aside. Then three and Pushkrimp was on his back in the dirt, out of breath with one hand wrapped around Adar's throat to keep him at bay.

Adar sat himself atop the larger Uruk, his gauntleted hand grabbing at the one around his throat almost immediately.

The look in Adar's eyes was now obvious to you. It was a look of lust, the display of strength seemed to be going to his head and genuinely turned him on.

You thanked him for wearing his longer tunic and chainmaille to hide the effects the fight was having on him.

The crowd fell silent in anticipation as they all took in the sight before them.

Pushkrimp's massive hand wrapped around their Lord Father's throat, but his grin never faltefed even with his airway cut off. Adar's gauntlet dug deep into the flesh of the Uruk's arm, drawing blood as black as pitch.

Pushkrimp's other hand was on Adar's arm, unmoving as nimble fingers had threaded themselves through one of the metal rings that adorned his chest, and Adar pulled it taut.

You had never seen Adar so feral. Hair wild, panting and grinning and his pupils blown wide with lust, eyes wide staring down at his oponent waiting for his next move with heaving breaths.

"Yield." The old Uruk's voice rasped in the eery silence of the crowd.

Only a snarl and a deep growl came from the one beneath him, having Adar give a harsh tug at the ring, raising his brows.

A groan left the warrior, his hand letting go of Adar's arm.

"Alright I yield." His other hand let go of his Lord Father's throat, allowing the smaller Uruk to get up.

Adar's eyes were on you the second he rose back to his full height, the cheers and adoration landing on deaf ears.

Behind him you saw a group of Uruks from the crowd move to pamper their favorite warrior.

"Come, love." Adar's voice was low and his hand was on you the second you were within reach. With his palm pressed at the small of your back he led you away from the crowd and back to his private quarters.

"I've never seen you fight like that before." You tried to make conversation as you neared his home but all he did was smile down at your words.

Once you were inside Adar's home his armor clattered to the ground along with his gauntlet, the chainmaille following soon after with a thud. He was so fast you barely had time to move around before you were pulled onto the furs he slept on.

You were pulled into his arms, resting on top of him when your earlier suspicions from the fight were proven to be right.

"Adar.." you sighed against his chest. "Did the fight truly excite you this much?"

You got a confirming grumble in response, paired with a grope of your backside.

"I never thought you to be so.." Nuzzling his neck you thought carefully of your words. "So, varied, in your preferences."

Adar raised his brows and looked down at you. "Do you find it strange? That I choose to not let gender get in the way of my attraction to anyone." His hands still absentmindedly kneaded your backside, your legs having found their place on both sides of his. You could feel his hard member press against you through the layers of clothing and decided to give the one who held your heart what he wanted, grinding your hips agains his.

"Not strange, no." Your lips found his ear, brushing against it ever so softly. "I'll even admit seeing you dominate that giant was rather arousing." You swiped your tongue over the edge of his ear, earning a raspy moan.

"So different, then and now." Kissing the tip of his ear got you a harsh buck of his hips.

"Melisse, please don't tease and undress your Lord Father." Adar's hand moved up to cup your cheek and move your lips away from his sensitive ears. He was happily submitting to you but he would not show you how easy it was to bring him to his knees at any given moment. He was already embarrassingly close to finishing from just your lips at his ear.

Your hands found the hem of his tunic and began slowly moving it off him, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before moving to kiss and bite all over his scarred forso.

You dragged your tongue flat over one side of his chest, right along one scarred over nipple that had him stir underneath you. His reaction had you humm against his skin before you bit and pulled the skin between your teeth, imitating the move that made his oponent hield earlier and making him moan out loud, more vulgar than you had ever heard him.

"Hahhhmm.. melda." Adar's hands found purchase on your hips as he ground himself on you twice, three times before he stilled with a breathy groan.

He slumped against the furs to catch his breath, panting with each teasing movement of your body above him.

You couldn't agree on which version of your Lord Father you preffered. The feral, fearless leader who remained undefeated in battle had you soak your undergarments, but the shuddering, mewling Uruk who called you every sweet name under the sun had your entire body yearn for him.

"Oh, Lord Father.." You discarded your dress and undershirt in one swift move and leaned forward. With your hands splayed out over his abdomen you squeezed your chest between your upper arms and rolled your hips ever so slowly over his twitching length. He was still hard.

"You wouldn't let your rían go unsatisfied?" Adar's hands came to find your chest. One grasp more rough than the other, even without his gauntlet adorning one of his hands. The black scars winding around his fingers were a strong contrast against the smooth skin of your breast.

When you felt he was good to go once more you moved fo fully undress the both of you and rub his cock between your soaked folds. He was stained a sheer black at the tip and below his bellybutton, evidence of finishing before.

Your pink flushed centre atood out agains his pale skin and the dark tip of his length that peeked from between your lips.

"I am for you to use as you please, my love." Adar's scarred hand ran down your body and stopped on top of your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Again he caught you off guard with his words. He had used simple terms of endearment before, but those were almost always in moments you sought comfort and reffered to how he found you pretty ams such. Not even during previous intimate moments had he made any notion that he thought of you as a partner of a romantic nature.

Never before this day had he reffered to you as his lover.

You took him in, soaking up how beautifully at peace he looked. But no matter how gorgeous he looked in that moment, you were eager and watched his mouth fall open as you moved to slide the head of his cock past your entrance.

You moaned in unison as he stretched you wide open, his nails digging into the soft plush of your thighs.

Each roll of your hios earned you a soft gasp from the ancient Uruk, having given up his body for your pleasure entirely.

It took no effort to have you moaning and nearing your own end, Adar's length fit so percectly within you he reached your most sensitive spot with each soft thrust upwards to meet yours.

You could feel it in Adar's movents aa well that he was close again.

"Where do you wish to spill, lord?" Your hand splayed out across his collarbones, just beneath his throat. Even with him at your mercy you did not dare to wrap your digits around his throat. But his scarred hand left your hip to find yours, guiding it into the perfect placement and showing you the right amount of pressure.

Adar's head tilted back, your hand was on his throat and he begged. Pleaded you to allow him to finish inside of you, for he loved you so.

You never dared to let him before, always answering his same question with an answer of 'anywhere but inside, Lord Father' as you were afraid he saw you as just a partner to bed whenever he needed relief. But now you knew those were all lies your mind conjured up.

You picked up your pace once more, pulling more and more sweet sounds from your partner.

"Hahh.. Adarr... I beg you please finish inside of me." You knew the risks but nome of it mattered anymore. The thought of starting a family with him drove you right over the edge, squeezing your walls in release with a loud whine.

"Please.. Let me bear your children.."

Your pleas were all Adar needed to pull him along with you as your walls tightened around his cock, spilling deep within your womb and slumping back against the furs, allowing you to rest atop of him to calmly catch your breaths.

"You love me, Adar?" You nuzzled his chest in comfort.

"And you wish to carry my offspring." His hand softly carressed your back and you felt his gaze on you.

"Many young Uruk already call me mother. And now I know you truly care for me."

If you were told on your first day at the campsite you would one day share a bed with the father of the Uruks you would have resisted, tried to flee the area. But yet here you were.

You spent your day with him under a thick wool blanket, taking a bath and sharing dinner. All while discussing the future, starting with your belongings being moved into Adar's home and announcing your new title as true mother of the Uruks.

But those were worries for tomorrow.

Today was just for the two of you, the ancient Uruk and his mortal wife.

[aftapati]

“ why do you have that look on your face ? ”

( * / @ketsumyo / prompt / not accepting )

An amalgamation of one's stupendous resoluteness and perservation would never dare to eviscerate from purposefulness mindset and rythmically beating flexor. Mountainous tenaciousness to have his resplendent aspirations pragmatized; irrefutably sacrificial to the grandest lengths. The disputation of rationale, in contestation with morality, the ineluctable callousness of his actions --- Sōsuke Aizen has incarnated himself into a synthesis of inclemency, ruthlessness and viciousness. An unforgiving and compassionless once governor of a world; soon to attain sovereignty upon all realms, acting as a consummate ruler that had the bestowal of divinity.

Nothing will obstruct him from attaining ascensionism, reified as correctful judicature.

Even in defiance of the temporary circumstance he was granted by a faux pas of his own, his scientintic cerebrum, the intellectuality of his mind and adeptness in forthplanning would still function ceaselessly. Grandiose foreplanning still in construction, in preparedness for execution with utmost magnitude. Supremacy, omnipotence in a union with sageness were few of the connotations that could depict the preternatural wholeness. Subjugated with the inestimable jewel, consequently gracing him with a curse and a blessing of immortality; a paramount alliance, encompassed with patience.

With a concoction of schemes touring his mind in equivalence of a screenplay orchestrated, he allowed a subtile convexity to surface upon enigmatic mien --- facing upwards, artful. An arcanum of an individuality he was. The facade of pretendence was in utter disregardance, undonned of the mellifluent apparition he once wielded. Lieu, there was the actuality of himself, peremptorily seated notwithstanding the polished sophistication oozed. The familiarity of a voice resonating amid the ambiance evoked no alertness, but rather, the continuance of his stare fixated on the beyond, irrefragably granting inadvertence towards Tsubaki's existence. Yet, conspicuously deep baritone would cause reverberation in the atmosphere that encircles both souls, in readiness to profess a veritable statement in a foreign language.

❛ Η υπομονή είναι αρετή. ❜

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Pentious having a sleepover with Charlie and Egg Bois

Pentious prepared his round bed, fluffing the pillows, changing the bed sheets and making sure everything is lovely.

He prepares nonmessy snacks and drinks for Charlie and his eggs to have before finally setting up the tv set with a movie that Charlie approved.

Eventually everything was ready and Charlie showed up with her own pillow and a small blanket, knowing he doesnt use comforters.

It was nice, they watched the Last Unicorn, ate some snacks, Pentious snuggled into Charlie like she was a small animal to be protected. Or like a eggboi. Frank was jealous of the way Charlie got to have his spot and Charlie bless her heart, was quietly blushing from the tender gesture.

Pentious was sleepy half way through the movie and Charlie was absolutely enthralled in the movie. The eggbois were fast asleep.

The soft rythmic breathing was calming and pleasant from Pentious, his tail expanding and shrinking with each breath, his chest doing the same somewhat. It gave the impression his vital organs were in his tail, which allowed for him to look so slim.

Charlie rolled over some to hug into Pentious who was asleep peacefully, she couldn't help but to find his chubby face squished on his pillow just a bit cute. His cute Pj shirt and hat were soft and thin fabric wise, it served her the ability to feel all the muscles under is shirt and admire his figure a bit.

Eventually she'd fall asleep too, legs wrapped around his tail snugly.

[whirling-fangs]

RECALL

SEND ‘RECALL’ FOR MY MUSE TO BE FORCED TO OPEN UP TO YOURS ABOUT SOMETHING FROM THEIR PAST

The low hum of the TV was mere background noise to Kiba. He had long stopped paying attention to the inane show that played on the screen, garbage written by the idiots for the idiots. Sometimes, he wondered why his mother even found the slightest ounce of interest in these inanities.

He did not question it out loud, of course. Instead, he allowed his thoughts to drift away, as they often did whenever he wasn't focusing on some sort of scheme or plot. The rythmic motions of her hand through his scalp, parting thick strands of hair with her long nails, only helped him forget all about the world.

She must have felt his attention wane. Perhaps she even felt the odd pang of pain that burst inside his chest, as the strange images once again resurfaced.

It was the pain. Pain so infinite, so unbearable, so unspeakable that his mind couldn't quite erase it. These weren't just dreams, nightmares, no – these were memories. Memories that only his flesh had access to.

When she questioned the source of his unease, Kiba could not lie to her. He was incapable of doing so, after all.

"It hurts, mother. There are no wounds in my flesh, there are no enemies out there who could even lie a hand on me, let alone tear into my limbs and rip them apart... but I can still feel it. I feel something hurting me. Something like... Like a blade. A blade that can pierce through my toughest barriers... and eat away at my flesh. A blade so powerful that even the sun itself could not rival with it."

She had blessed him with heightened intelligence, and it was playing against him. The blissful ignorance of childhood had long faded, his heightened mind racing to put the pieces together. This was not his first existence. This was not his first time serving her.

This was just a new role he had been placed into.

"It was one of the slayers, right? But not any of the weaklings we have around here. No, this was... something different. My flesh remembers, although my mind does not."

Silence. What he was about to say might earn him the harshest of punishments he had ever faced in this new role. Or perhaps she would ignore his request and quickly move on. In any case, it was worth a try.

"Mother... I wish to know. If I must one day face this threat again... I wish to know what happened, the first day I encountered it. That way, in the worst of all scenarios, I will know what to do."

"I will know how to protect you from them."

@fallesto

[charlatanbacon]

Ok let me tell you all about an idea I've for a horror game that would piss a lot of ppl off but personally I think would also be rad af.

So: supernatural action horror game. The enemies are things like vampires, demons, werewolves, witches etc, its all very gothic horror. The protaganist is a badass priest; I'm talking full black robes, collar, the works. I want him to set off those ppl with a priest kink and also be cool as hell. He can totally do backflips. He's got a big wooden crucefix with a sharpened base as a weapon, and a mallet so you can hammer it into the chest. This is done like a finishing move in a fighting game and you have to tap x rythmically to push that baby through the heart.

Instead of grendes: smash vials of holy water. Instead of medkits lying around it's wine and bread (you are in a bunch of gothic castles and villages after all, these things are common. You bless the bread to make Body of Christ to restore physical health. You bless the wine to make Blood of Christ and chug it to restore mana/sanity/belief. Oh yeah, this guy plays like a fighter mage. The mana bar is called Fevour, it allows you to use prayers to perform exorsisms, blessings and stuff. (The holy water is also just made by finding a bottle, filling it with water, and blessing it).

You have to drive out spirits with salt and prayer and violence and resist the temptations of the devil along the way. At some point you get a flaming sword.

[hanafubukki]

Been listening to Make a Wish and I am still not over how beautiful everyone sounds.

I am still not over how beautiful Malleus sounded singing.

I’m so happy we were blessed with him singing

I’m curious if they will have another singing Rythmic in masqerade 2.

I would love to hear lilia, vil, and (Leona? Riddle? Trey?) sing.

I know for sure Lilias and Vil’s Va sings but I wonder who will this year.

[rudolphsboyfriend]

Bless their soulds for being nerds who do rituals handstands together cuz otherwise Shotaro would've never found out about rythmic gymnastics

[iam-kenough]

Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character)

Chapter 15 Summary:  Dutch and his boys found a girl hidden inside wrecked shack near their camp. She introduces herself as Iris and starts leading outlaw life with Van der Linde gang, quickly developing feelings towards one, special cowboy. However there is big year gap between them and Arthur sees Iris just as a kid...And girl won’t take that!

Authors notes: I quite like this one! I warn for smut, kink and age gap! It’s just another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you  want to read more of my  fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Words count: 2847 - I can't sleep! - Iris groaned suddenly, turning to her back and spreaded arms - For God's sake, make it rain, or I'm gonna drown in my own sweat.

- Well - Arthur smirked, lookin' at her in weak light of oil lamp - In your tent you were undressed.

- Pervert - Iris scoffed, getting up and jumping above him, as man layed on cots edge.

- Where are ya goin' now? - he asked surprised - Yer not going to your tent, are ya?

- If I have to undress then I'm gonna do it in the best way - she exclaimed, grabbing a towel from his things - Fancy skinny dippin' with me, or you too prude? There was some advantages of living near lake. Maybe mosqitous here were insufferable, but in hot days like this one it was more that a blessing to dive into cold water. It was also beautiful to watch, as moon was reflecting on it's surface without any creases on windless nights. There was small platform leading from the shore into the water and stopping where the water was deeper.

- Catch me if you can! - Iris yelled with playful tone, running past Arthur suddenly, clapping his back on the go. She undressed herself on the go not slowing down even for momment and jumped right into the lake, splashing water everywhere.

- Ya can't swim! - Arthur said mockingly unbuttoning his union suit quickly.

- Yea, I just reminded myself - Iris catched platform with both her hands, looking at Arthur with playful smirk on her lips. Arthur noticed he's being observed and tips of his ear became red. He turned around.

- I can close my eyes if you want - Iris purred.

- Please, do - Arthur became even redder. She couldn't see that but he felt like fool already. Iris shut her eyes and she suddenly felt water splashing on her head. Arthur quickly got up to the surface and shaked his head quickly like a dog, hundreds tiny droplets falling all around.

- Well, well - Iris said - Now what, prude? His gaze averted and now all he was dreaming about were pouring more liquor into his mouth 'cause recklessness were stepping away to let place for embarasment.

- Haven't done that before, or what?

- Not with someone, okay? Iris bite her lower lip, aproaching him slowly, barely feeling bottom of the lake. She looked into his eyes and their bodies touched. Arthur shivered, not sure what to do with his hands so embraced Iris shyly.

- I'm not gonna fall apart, come on, squeeze me a little, cowboy - girl teased. Arthur did and it was amazing, her soft curves resting against his chest. He felt sudden rush of adrenaline and his hands slipped down, squeezing her butt. Iris shivered and moaned inside his ear.

- Oh god - he whispered. It was beyond what he expected to feel right know, especially it wasn't their first time alone. And yet, he couldn't help but blush like teenager.

- Iris's my name - she said. Arthur started peppering her face with kisses, then nibbled on her ear a little, one of his hands going to her neck to choke her a little. He was carresing column of it under his palm, looking Iris in the eyes. Oh, Iris knew that gaze. He wen't from shy and cuddly mode to sexy one in a glimpse of time, like always. Arthur Morgan had this kink on dominating his girl as much as possible, making her fully obedient and Iris loved to play that game, pretending to be harmless and shy.

- Will you be good girl tonight? - Arthur's voice was deep and low, coming from his guts.

- Maybe - she whispered, streching the word on her tongue.

- Better be - he whispered too but in voice that was taking no demands. Arthur's eyes darkened and it was similar gaze to what he was wearing during robberies

- Or I will get angry.

- And do what...?

- For stupid question there will be punishment - his hand went up and grabbed Iris's chin, squeezing it along with her cheeks. His thumb carresed girl's lower lip. Arthur lifted Iris with swift move and she surrounded his hips with her tights, soft and velvet skin against his rough one. She grinded herself against his cock, letting moan escape her lips.

- Just like that, babygirl - Iris moaned again as he slid two fingers inside her without any warning - Yes, go on for me, don't hold yourself back - his voice was husky, making girl tremble, and his breath was hot against her face. He smelled like cigarettes, whiskey and gunpowder. She was yelling and weepin', asking for more and squeezing him between her thights, feeling climax coming but it never did.

- Get out - he growled, pushing her away - And go lie down on the towel, babygirl.

She quickly got onto the shore, looking past her arm. It was like a deer running away from the wolf, except this deer dreamed about being hunted. Iris fell down, feeling soft towel against back. Arthur pinned her down immidiately.

He parted Iris's legs not thinking about being gentle on her for even a second and looked at her with grin plastered to his lips. She gasped as his cock was stroking her wet cunt.

- Needy, aren't we? - Arthur grabbed her neck again, this time harder and entered her quickly. She cried out, but only from surprise and rocked her lips to adjust to Arthur's size.

The thurts were rythmical, with every one there came moan, grunt and slap of Arthur's thighs against Iris's hips. Iris shut her eyes and her head went blank, no thought important enough to steal moments highlight.

- Oh no no, open them, baby...I wanna watch you fall apart - he purred and slipped thumb inside her mouth, smirking with contentment when she sucked on it.

Brunette opened her eyes and they were glimmering. Iris loved the thrill when Arthur was dark and intimidating during sex and tears in her eyes were causen by pleasure and adrenaline. He loved to watch her like this and he wiped tears away with his calloused thumb. His breath was speeding up with every minute.

- A-Arthur - his name slipped away from her tongue, as she was trembling under his touch and his gaze. He turned her around suddenly and with brutality. He spanked her and squeezed her ass right after, reentering her cunt again. Arthur pushed her face to the ground, leaving her hips high in the air and continued fucking her hard.

- What do you want now, hmm? - he growled like an animal - Tell me and I'm gonna do it, you earned it for yourself.

- L-let me come, please-

- Beg for it, yeah, just like that - Arthur squeezer her boob and pinched on the nipple a little causing her legs started to shake. Iris's moan was louder than any other before, when she came, her walls tightening around his cock in very pleasant motion. But he had other plans than just that. He pushed her on the back again and with cock in his hand, Arthur spilled the load on Iris's body, mainly cleavage and face. He smirked, looking down on his deed.

- Just like this, you little bitch - Arthur snarled, giving her gentle slap on the cheek - Tell me something you know I wanna hear.

- T-thank you, Mr Morgan, it was amazing - Iris's voice was quiet and shaky as she needed to calm down now, going back onto the earth, 'cause he just fucker her to the moon and back.

Arthur smirked ugly, proud with himself and kissed girl on the forehead. It was good to be back.

Arthur Morgan was shy when it came to woman, especially the woman he didn't know well. Although, his relationship with Iris was going fast and he wasn't waiting for long to show his true colors, which was being dominant, cold and sarcastic in addition to soft highlights. One could say he conquered Iris and now it was obvious for Arthur she's gonna stay by his side. It could sound bad, but it was hitting Iris just right, when instead of goofy cuddling everyday, he rather smack her ass and call her a brat. Everyone had their kinks and those two were a perfect match. It wasn't Arthur couldn't been caught off his guard, especially when he was hugged unexpectantly, or when he heard something sweet from Iris's mouth, who he was adoring more than anything deeply inside. However Arthur liked it rough and if anyone wanted to hear he loves them, they had to earn it. But being with Iris reminded Arthur one thing - he tried to be a family man in the past, but with his rough lifestyle and bad manners he would never fit in. Iris was a sparkle in the dark showing him that direction he chosed was indeed the one what thrilled him the most. He'd rather rob and kill with her by his side instead of settling down, forcing himself to do so. And with her Arthur could be forever young. Iris was taking steps slowly, placing feet after feet in the grass. She was hunting. Her target stood right in front of her, showing it's back completly, not expecting an ambush. She jumped onto it.

- Jesus, you frickin' brat - Arthur hissed, turned his torso around and slapped back of Iris's head. She giggled.

- What's up - girl said, wrapping her hands around him - I heard you go huntin'.

- That's what I am after now - he said.

- Can I go with you? - she blushed briefly, hanging onto his arm now.

- I don't know, I wasn't planning to take traitors who sneak on me. Iris pecked his cheek and looked at him with a playful smirk, holding her hands behind back. Arthur shaked his head and then he felt his satchel became lighter the moment she pulled away.

- Did you just pickpocket me? - he looked at her and his gaze darkened. Iris just loved to trigger him.

- Maybe - she said in innocent manner, showing him his journal and when he tried to grab it, she backed off again.

- I don't have time for that - he scoffed - Give it back.

- Sure, just gonna sneak a little peek, you've been so much into sketching lately I wonder what's occupying you so much - girl purred and started to backing off slowly as Arthur was approaching her.

- Don't make me bend you and slap you, honey - he hummed in inpatient voice.

- Maybe I wanna be slapped? Or better, spanked.

- You'll get none of that then. It will be surpsise, not sure you'd like it. Give it back if you're smart girl.

- No way! - she giggled and without any thinking she climbed up the tree he tried to pin her to. She was clearly a cat in some ways, was Arthur thinking.

- Come on! - he growled with impatience, throwing her stormy gaze.

- What we got there...- Iris hummed - Ooo! There was whole bunch of pages where Arthur captured her naked. The were different angles and some of drawings were naughtier than girl would expect. Arthur was blushing furiously, hiding face under brim of a hat. Then he grabbed her ankle and make her fall, not even thinking about catching Iris. If she wanted it rough, she's gonna get it the worst way.

- Ouch! - she landed very unladylike on her ass - That wasn't nice at all!

- You weren't nice - Arthur tore journal from girl's hand and hid it, this time assuring himself satchel is closed properly.

- Come on, that's me you drew anyway! And why would you even bother to do that? - she clinged onto his arm again, bating her eyes innocently.

- Feelin' daring today, aren't we? - he shook her off, reaching for his bow and attached it to horse cargo. Arthur lowered his hat even more so she wouldn't see his face, because it showed greater weakness now.

- You still haven't said if I can go with you! - she started brushing his horse to help before going, as Iris hoped, with him.

- Can you? - Arthur sent her a snap on the nose.

- I mean I would if you need me... - she blushed herself briefly and took his hat away, putting it on her head. Now Arthur's rosy cheeks was exposed and he scoffed, looking away to pretend his examining repeater in his hands.

- You will do. 'Fcourse if you gonna stop babbling this much, woman. The weather was good, nothing too windy since it wouldn't help them to sneak properly. Sun was kissing Iris's face and she hummed a song with joy, throwing small looks towards Arthur, who seemed to ignoring her completely, looking after any broken branches or pawprints.

- Jesus, would you shut up - he finally hissed with impatient tone - I won't catch shit with you singin'.

- You're right, sorry - Iris said without any sign of being actually sorry, and started fidgeting on her bow.

They were walking around and it didn't make any sense for Iris but suddenly Arthur made gesture, stopping her and he put finger up to her lips and one gaze was enough to understand. In front of them appeared enormous deer and it's fur was amazing, almost golden, when the antlers, Iris thought, were bigger than her. She looked at animal in awe.

- Do you like it? - Arthur whispered to her ear with seductive tone - I could give you the pelt so you would make our bed more warm with it, hm? What about that?

It was one of most lovely things he would offer her so far and Iris nodded with excitement. Arthur smirked, grabbing her face by chin and squeezing it. Then he got up without making any sound and sent an arrow directly into deer's head, 'causing an animal to howl in agony. Iris gasped, it was living creature after all and sometimes it made her sad to kill deers. Iris was caressing pelt Arthur skinned from this amazing deer. It was a little bit dirty with blood but she didn't mind, nothing a bit of cold water couldn't fix. Arthur on the other hand was all gore, as he threw animal on his horse's back with visible difficulty. He was panting and wiped hands from blood against his jeans.

- We could sell antlers, too. There are people who fancy things like that as decorations - Iris said with small voice, her doe eyes shy as their gazes met.

- Really? - Arthur looked at her with playful smirk on his lips. He got cocky when was looking at Iris, who simply admired him without any hesitation, still being amazed with soft pelt. Man told himself that he did great job, giving unusual gift to her little lover.

- And it's gonna feed us for ages. You did amazing, darlin' - there was warmth and pride in those words as she caressed his forearm slowly.

- Tell me more - Arthur closed gap between them her and grabbed into his arms, throwing her onto his horse like she was just ragdoll. Then he got on too.

- Your shots are always the best ones...will you teach me someday? - Iris continued to sugarcoat him.

- Not till I'll know my time is coming to an end, you wouldn't need me anymore - he scoffed and Iris blushed, caressing his ribs as she was looping her arms around Arthur's body. His heart was beating strongly and girl could hear it's vibrations.

- I'll always need you, Arthur - she replied with honesty and that made him grin widely, like a boy who just got his first kiss. She couldn't see it thought, as her head was resting against Arthur's back. They were going slowly, it was hard for Arthur's horse enough just with them in the saddle, not talking about deer that rested on the back.

- And yet you weren't good girl today. Wanna tell me why? - he cooed with great dose of mockery in words.

- I wanted to fool around with you for a bit, I know that maybe you don't get the idea, but sometimes I can't tell if you are angry, sad or if it's just your face, so I just try to cheer you up, Sweetpea.

- Fool around, eh? - Arthur smirked, getting all cocky.

- I'm sorry if you did not like that - she said and shrinked behind his back being intimidated by his roughness a tad bit.

- Being sorry won't save ya tonight from me, darlin' - Arthur chuckled darkly, but caressed Iris's hand a little bit. She squeezed him tightly, purring like a cat. Arthur just loved the way he was making Iris feel, and the only better thing was how this girl made his stone heart go soft.

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Two) (B. Urie x Reader)

THE HEAVENLY AROMA OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE enveloped you the second you stepped out of your room. Letting the scent guide you, you descended the staircase and drifted toward the kitchen area in a dreamy state.

Rollins was stationed in front of the coffee machine, hands eagerly preparing five cups of the caffienated drink. Reigns and Rollins sat at the breakfast table, chatting about football while Brendon stood at the other end, immersed in whatever his phone was displaying.

You came to a halt next to the two Hounds with a sigh, placing one hand on Ambrose's shoulder. "Any idea where I can get me one of those?" you nodded your head in Rollins' direction, "He's a whole housewife."

"Right here, babe," the Architect turned around with a cheeky grin, holding out a cup of coffee for you to take.

"Bless," you smiled, scrunching up your face in appreciation as you took the drink.

Sipping on the liquid, you watched as Rollins handed out mugs to the rest of the guys; your eyes stalled on Brendon. His attention was still solely on the device in his hand, eyebrows knitted together as he concentrated on the words on the screen. The more you stared at him, however, the clearer it became to you that he wasn't fully present.

He seemed distracted, an exponentially rare thing for him, and it only appeared to worsen as the minutes ticked by.

Darting your tongue across your lips to get rid of some residual droplets of coffee, you made your way over to the brooding agent and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Whatcha reading?" you queried, leaning in to get a glimpse at the screen.

It only took a split second for him to move his hand and shield his phone from your view but even so, you had managed to see what he had been busy with. A confused frown settled onto your face.

"Why are you researching retirement homes?"

That little question put you on the receiving end of a terribly icy glare.

"Why are you concerning yourself with my business instead of minding your own?"

Before you could conjure up a reply, Brendon had already stood up and was headed for the door, his entire body tense. Sitting silent for a moment, you let him walk away. But then the anger set in, and you placed your coffee on the table with a shake of your head.

"Oh, hell no," you scoffed.

The Hounds watched, coffee mugs frozen against their lips, as you stormed out of the kitchen and after your bodyguard. When you were no longer in their line of sight, they shared a look of unease.

Raising one brow, Ambrose slurped from his mug. "And so the fun begins."

✧✧✧

"Hey!"

Brendon gave a monumental eye roll at the sight of you charging down the hallway, and quickened his pace as he exited the building into the reclusive backyard area. Following suit, you slinked past the glass door and let it slam shut harder than it should have.

Broken glass was the last of your worries, after all.

"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you?" you demanded, locking your jaw as you stared at the agent expectantly.

"God, is two minutes of privacy too much to ask? Leave me the hell alone," he snapped, raking a hand through his hair as he stormed off further into the confines of the zen area.

If it were any other person, you'd have absolutely left them alone, no questions asked. But such a high level of angsty frustration was an unusual trait for Brendon to exhibit, and you weren't about to let him self-destruct and potentially compromise the mission because of it.

Besides, had the roles been reversed, Lord knows there was no way he would have left you to wallow in depression by yourself.

"You're acting strange. More... volatile, than usual."

Brendon had anchored himself beside a potted plant, one hand on his hip as the other rubbed over his face in a clear show of agitation. You made your way over to him, wrapping your hand around his bicep gently.

"Bren... talk to me." You rested your head against his shoulder. "Please."

There was a long period of silence, during which Brendon stood as still and stoic as ever. The only reassurance you had that his heart hadn't stopped beating was the rythmic rise and fall of his shoulder against your cheek.

After what felt like hours, he finally uttered two melancholic words.

"My mother."

Hearing those three syllables slip past Brendon's lips shocked you to your core. The mention of any kind of family was the last thing you had been expecting; the agent was painfully guarded about that particular subject, after all.

He had used the excuse of searching for his brother as explanation for his "death" and disappearance last year, but not once had he ever uttered a single word about his parents. Which had, in turn, led you to believe that they had passed on.

Those two words indicated otherwise.

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you stepped around his broad frame so that you were facing him.

"I'm sorry, what?" You parted your lips and stared at him blankly. "Did you say your-"

"Mother, yes," he reiterated, a hint of annoyance in his tone, as if the mere thought of her brought along with it a naseauting feeling in his stomach, "She's in a retirement home on the other side of the city."

Oh.

Oh.

No wonder he was so hesitant to come back to Vegas. Returning home forced him to confront countless emotions and memories he'd fought so hard to shove into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind and forget completely. Eighteen years. Eighteen long, challenging years he'd spent in this godforsaken city.

The life he'd built for himself over the last nine years was meaningless when returning to Las Vegas; the city forced him to confront the life he'd left behind, and all of the memories that went along with it.

"Are you..." Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you pondered over how best to approach the topic. "You planning on going to see her?"

Brendon shook his head before you'd even finished your question. "No." He froze for a moment, staring unblinking at the stone pathway ahead, then shut his eyes and let out a sigh. "Maybe... I don't know."

The agent wondered over to the patio set and let himself fall into one of the chairs. Following behind slowly, you took a seat across from him.

"Well when last did you..." you trailed off, rolling your hands over each other in a gesture that served to replace the second half of your question.

"Last time I saw her was when I left this place," Brendon answered, looking up and around the sky with a look in his eye that you far from recognised. You knew that by 'this place' he was referring to, of course, Las Vegas. "That was almost a decade ago."

Eyebrows raising at his revelation, you rested your forearms on the tabletop and tiled forward.

"Oh wow. And have you ever called her, or...?"

"Nope."

"Oh."

A couple moments passed wherein neither of you said a word, and the only sound cutting through the air was the drumming of Brendon's fingers against the table. Eventually, he spoke again.

"I mean, even if I were to go and see her – call her, even – I would have no idea what I would..." he exhaled heavily, forcing his gaze to meet yours, "What would I even say?"

"Wish I knew the answer to that."

A beat, and then the agent stood up, as icy and emotionless as ever.

"Doesn't matter," he said flatly, and there was a finality in his tone which told you that this particular conversation had now reached its end, "I have more important things to deal with right now."

More important than your own mother? you thought, but of course you didn't actually say it out loud. That would only ignite an argument you weren't willing to participate in at present.

Besides... Brendon had already disappeared back inside.

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[alexandrarosa]

Turns out it’s not gonna be a one shot. Enjoy.

(Part 1/?, Lucemond, slowburn. Words count: 1346)

Aemond never felt like he fits somewhere. The halls and corridors seemed strangely huge and empty and in the chambers he felt squeezed. Only riding Vhagar he could recognize himself as a free man, but even flying he was subconsciously looking for a home. Not really a place, no. More of a feeling of fitting just right.

And he couldn’t believe that the first resemblance of that particular feeling struck him in the dragons’ cave under the Dragonstone.

The air was hot and heavy. And the place seemed free of people and sounds apart from the breathing bragons.

And yet he heard something. Something he would never expect to hear.

Lucerys Valeryon was sitting with his legs crossed by his dragon Arrax humming a melody that resembled a lullaby. Or something Aemond thought might sound as one as he stumbled upon a realization - he didn’t know that lullaby or actually any others. His mother never sang to him.

Aemond was struck. He listened in awe to the quiet voice that formed words in high Valyrian.

Drakari pykiros (Fire breather)

Tīkummo jemiros (Winged leader)

Yn lantyz bartossa (But two heads)

Saelot vāedis (To a third sing)

Aemond sat quietly in the shadows mirroring Lucerys’ pose. He closed his eye and rested his head on the rock wall. Should he hate him? Probably. Is he able to? Not really. That fearful night was both a blessing and the worst nightmare. Aemond wanted to have a dragon, he wanted to prove himself a Targaryen. And Lucerys was defending his family which he loves so dearly. Aemond never knew this kind of love.

Hen ñuhā elēnī: (From my voice:)

Perzyssy vestretis (The fires have spoken)

Se gēlȳn irūdaks (And the price has been paid)

Ānogrose (With blood magic)

His family was from the very beginning tormented by politics and schemes. Aemond heard the opinion that for Vhagar both his eyes would still be a sufficient payment. Vhagar gave his family more power.

Perzyro udrȳssi (With words of flame)

Ezīmptos laehossi (With clear eyes)

Hārossa letagon (To bind the three)

Aōt vāedan (To you I sing)

But that night Lucerys was gifted loyalty and Aemond a scar. His mother called his nephews bastards since he hadn’t even known what that means. And Lucerys had to fight back. For his loved ones that were threatend by Aemond. Would he ever be able to love somebody that much to put everything on the line for them?

Hae mērot gierūli: (As one we gather)

Se hāros bartossi (And with three heads)

Prūmȳsa sōvīli (We shall fly as we were destined)

Gevī dāerī (Beautifully, freely)

Lucerys finished his song. Arrax fell asleep and from the rythmic breathing to be heard in the cave - so did most of the dragons.

The slight experience of comfort passed and Aemond felt alone again.

‘I know you’re here’ he heard suddenly. ‘Arrax got all tense when you walked in.’

‘Why didn’t you stop then?’ asked Aemond standing up and checking his side pocket for a small knife - he won’t attack but will defend himself if needed.

‘Arrax is nervous because of Vhagar’ Lucerys’ voice seemed closer in the dark. ‘And so is most of the dragons. They feel her closeness.’

‘Are you?’ Aemond knew that Vhagar was unpredictable, huge and well, dangerous. He did not fear her, yet he was aware of the aura that surrounded her.

‘She’s the strongest ally for her allies and the worst enemy to her enemies’ responded Lucerys diplomatically. Aemond heard his steps nearby. ‘Why are you here?’

‘Here, the cave, or here, Dragonstone?’ Aemond sensed that Lucerys was standing just few feet from him.

‘Both’ he replied shortly. Their breaths mixed with the dragons’.

‘I came to your mother to present the terms of the agreement’ he paused. He wanted to escape the Red Keep, he volunteered as the messenger and took off on Vhagar the same day. ‘I’m here cause I can’t sleep in that bloody castle.’ That was only half of the truth. Dragonstone did remind him of the accident but it also made him feel even more out of place and completly alone. He started wandering the halls and his legs brought him here.

Lucerys didn’t respond at first. He had been really surprised to see Aemond in the throne room in the morning after all that happened years back. Why would he agree to come back here, as a messenger no less, with a sworn oath of nonviolence.

‘Did you like the lullaby?’ he asked finally, squirming his hands behind his back.

‘I did’ Aemond replied hesitantly. ‘I hadn’t known it.’

‘Really?’ Lucerys seemed honestly shocked. ‘It’s one of the best known in high Valyrian. Daemon said that dragons enjoy them.’

Aemond felt like he was punched in the stomach. Even if Lucerys didn’t learn the lullaby from his mother, he had a father figure to teach him something valuable.

‘Do you want me to teach you?’ the question surprised both of them. Two grown men standing in the dark, both strong, both honorable, both from the respective houses, both Targaryen. Talking about lullabies.

Aemond shook his head no in the dark. His pale cheeks turned red and his eye got a little misty. His childchood enemy was offering him more care than he got from his family.

Lucerys however didn’t see Aemond’s reaction in the dark. Why did he even suggest that? He was mentally preparing for a wave of laughter but it has not happened. Yet.

‘Can we leave the cave?’ Aemond gained all his curage to speak up.

The men went out to the surface. The night was cloudless and the sky was filled with shimmering stars. It was colder than in the dragons’ lair. The wind blew slightly moving Aemond’s long hair. Lucerys found himself wanting to touch it and he shook his head vigorously to stop the thoughts like that from coming to him.

Aemond liked the night. It seemed peaceful. Almost so dark that nobody could see him, yet not so much that he wouldn’t be able to defend himself if needed.

‘Do you wear the eyepatch when you’re alone?’ Lucerys blurted the question mindlessly.

‘No.’

‘Do you want to take it off now?

‘I’m not alone, am I?

‘It’s almost like you are.’

‘When there are people around, they could flinch at my sight.’

‘They could or they do?’

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Cause I won’t.’

Aemond raised his hand towards his eye. He knew Lucerys will flinch. Everybody who had a chance to look at him did. Then he just stopped showing himself.

He looked at Lucerys with both his eyes, one his, one sapphire. Lucerys glanced back. And touched Aemond’s face.

His fingers were slightly stroking the scar he caused starting at the cheek and going up. He was waiting for Aemond’s reaction. He was waiting to be pushed back. To be attacked with a knife.

Aemond inhaled sharply at the sensation of Lucerys’ fingers touching him.

When was the last time someone touched him like that? When was the last time somebody actually touched him at all?

‘Do you hate me?’ the question got back Aemond’s attention.

‘I envy you.’

‘Why?’

‘You and Jacaerys had the bond that forced you to act. My brother got me a pig to fly on.’

‘And yet you came here to advocate for his demands.’

‘I came here to find home.’

Lucerys suddenly fell silent. ‘With us?’ he finally asked.

Aemond looked at him strangely. Was it something that he actually wanted even though he was not aware of? Is it why he volunteered? Was he hoping to find home at Dragonstone? With Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys and Lucerys?

‘No. It’s just the first stop on my way there’ Aemond turned back and wanted to go. To escape. To find Vhagar and leave at once. To never come back.

‘Wait’ Lucerys took his hand. Their fingers lingered. Their cold hands matched perfectly. Lucerys thought the feeling was strangely right. Aemond felt something bigger. Just like when he was listening to Lucerys sing but much stronger. In that touch he found home.

My Lucemond headcanons and prolly more (it started as headcanons but turned into sth else and I might be creating a one shot fanfic as a continuation)

Aemond will do absolutely everything to catch Luke’s attention and then he’ll deny it

Aegon knows damn well about this

Luke has... mixed feelings: would he kiss Aemond if dared? Yes. Will he run away every time Aemond looks at him? In a split second

Luke seeing Aemond defeating sir Cole is basically the definition of ‘mark me as scared and HORNY’

But the truth being Luke has no experience in that area and Aemond is traumatized by his first experience

Both of them have absolutely zero communication skills - I mean it’s literally just stares and glances

They end up in an empty corridor one time and they just ‘hmmm’ at each other

You could honestly cut that tension with a knife

And Aegon is considering getting it done

Aemond finds Luke in the dragon cave one night, Luke sits by Arrax humming a lullaby (in my headcanon the 10th episode is basically a bad dream that never happened)

Aemond stumbles upon a realization: he doesn’t know that lullaby or actually any others. His mother never sang to him.

He sits quietly in the shadows and listen to Luke sing a song in high Valyrian

Should he hate him? Sure. Is he able to? Not really. Luke was defending his family which he loves so dearly. Aemond never knew this kind of love (bc his family pretty much SUCKS)

He wonders if he’s ever able to love somebody that much to put everything on the line for them

[arleschay]

Happy, Joyful, Blessed and Peaceful Advent Season

Happy, Joyful, Blessed and Peaceful Advent Season

https://www.praymorenovenas.com/st-andrew-christmas-novena I encourage all to pray the St Andrew Christmas Novena which starts on this great Saint’s and Apostle’s feast day Novemeber 30 and ends on Christmas Day. Please click on the link above to follow along and pray this great rythmic novena throughout Advent which will bring you closer to God and The Incarnation and Nativity of our Lord and…

[lord-of-dawn-blog]

The sound of rythmic thumping of Bondrewd’s fingers against wood filled the room. He was feeling something he did not feel often; frustration. He was tired of waiting for more information to come in, for something to happen. He was so terribly bored, you could say. There had to be something for him to do while waiting for his Blessing research to come to a head.

[in-her-broomcloset]

Magic with Shark Teeth

•Talisman: decoration or jewelry •Offerings •Water Element correspondence •Warding/Protection Spells •Strengthening Spells •Communication Spells •Summoning Spell to find lost items •Trace Sigils to activate them •add power to Charmed Water •keep with Protection Crystals Press a tooth to your lips for 5 seconds to bind it to you. Focus your intention into it. Place it in your hands and close them around the tooth, envisioning its powers emanating from the tooth so that you must capture them before they dissipate into the air. Shake rythmically while stating your intentions. This should infuse the magic firmly into the tooth. Wear the charm or incorporate it into the decor of a room. Use in an Water Elemental Spell. Since Sharks often lose their teeth, call upon the power of the Sea to guide you to where you’ve lost your item. Tap into your intuition, have the tooth nearby when using a pendulum to direct you to the lost item, or use the tooth as the actual pendulum bob. Or use it in a simple summoning spell. After drawing a sigil, trace over it with the tip of a tooth to engrave your intentions into it while simultaneously activating it. After properly cleaning and sanitizing the tooth, you can place it into your container of water while infusing it with any of the properties mentioned above. It provides an extra boost to blessed waters like moon water or sea water. Keep the teeth with crystals that already provide protection or associate with the throat chakra for communication to boost their energies. Add to Spell Jars for any of the properties mentioned above. Drop them in, string them around the bottle, glue them to the cork, etc.

[lachassedenuit-blog]

@asktrollleona continued from: x

There had been some remarks best left unanswered, the light chuckle that spilled from her companion only made lips tense. It had been far from her to feed into such playfulness. Pouring her attention as it was into the bolt shooter before her, she'd managed to bite back any initial response until the other's belief reached her. Granted, her own experiences had long since poured venom into such hope wishing. 

Delusions, a farce meant to push people forward as if there truly had been something of notable worth aside from mere survival. Gaze lifted just above red lenses to better fixate on the other with a pointed stare. Truly she embodied the sun, light, warmth, there had been a string of more than pleasing adjectives and in that the hunter had been surprised she attached them so freely. 

"You'd find my company much the same, hunt or not." 

It had been a compliment however that she found herself needing to take in stride. Gifted with such a response from a woman of such renown might have been a blessing in and of itself. Throat cleared, fair features had only briefly gathered the lightest dusting of red before she spoke well enough. 

"The stories about you were lacking, Solari. Truly they do not do the woman behind the shield justice." And in that had been the hunter's interest, dissecting the other's remarks and thoughts as if she'd find some manner of weakness, something that made the infallible very much fallible. Throughout the hunt however, she found it all the more difficult to cull her thoughts. It had been best to dwell back into silence. 

Bolt shooter tightened as it was, her attention drifted to the glimmer of silver as she removed a string of bolts ideal for the weapon at hand. But yet again the other's voice had reached her, filled her head and left her on the receiving end of indulging the Solari herself. An exhale, short and precise left folds before she fixated on her instead. 

"I do not believe in wishing for the sake of simply wishing. Such frivolity was taken from me the moment my family's lives were taken. Everything was taken." Silence immediately fell after a shortened breath, only the rythmic sound of metal grazing stone echoed as the hunter's disposition seemed to darken further.

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