Mmmmm uncool, dude. Everyone knows you gotta strive for the heart hands in pictures.
I had to force myself to not post this so soon but now I don't care. I love my boys and nothing's gonna stop me from putting them in meaningless scenarios that only makes sense in my head.
refs:
1. https://pin.it/5bZZZoC
2. Sam genesis on insta https://pin.it/1nqYop6
3. https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.c0d685605abf6f201fd58de88f03065a?rik=UgJIuw%2fX0%2f52wA&pid=ImgRaw&r=0
(Captain's clothes was from my mind)
Also extras:
Like a sequel to this: https://www.tumblr.com/alpha-man-supreme/696489635612868608/selfies-press-f1-for-help-i-love-them-so-much?source=share
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200 follower DTIYS!!
Alright then- decided by vote, here is my Marcille themed Draw This In Your Style!!
I’ve never done one of these before, so I probably won’t give a prize or deadline, I would just like if I had at least a couple people participate :]
I really love Marcille, so I’m kinda glad that’s what ended up being the most popular choice that people made. If you want to change the composition/colours of the piece that would be really cool too, I don’t mind how much it varies~
Oh yeah!! Be sure to tag me, and use the tag #eternal-moss-200 so I can see it if you do :D
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WIP Wednesday (Werewolf Niamh/Werewolf Bethany)
Tagged by the lovely: @jellydishes
Tagging: @noeldressari, @this-is-something-idk-what, @chaosroid, and whomever else wants to feel like sharing something!
I think I’m running out of things to share though. 😂 Have a scene from one of my AUs!
AU: You’re the Sunshine on My Life (formerly known as the Mated Pair AU set in a modern Thedas)
Pairing: Niamh Cousland/Bethany Hawke (OTP: In Search of Silver Linings)
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Niamh was at home out in the wilderness.
It was ever a freeing experience, running across open, grassy plains still wet with the morning’s dew. Leaping over one of near endless, babbling streams, she allowed the natural gravity of the world as well as the comforting scent of pine and earth to ground her when her feet hit the rocky bank on the other side. Her body was already unconsciously on the move as she came out of her crouch, sprinting through the forest of towering trees. It was there that ancient instincts sprang to life. She couldn’t help her grin, allowing her fangs to elongate with the gesture, as she basked in the sensation of complete and utter abandon.
Why?
Her keen hearing easily caught the rush of footfalls behind her as she ran further from her pursuers, but the act itself was a challenge—a test most daring to capture a woman who would not allow herself to be caught by anyone other than the best.
And was Bethany not the best?
Niamh knew her answer when she felt the woman’s magic sing in the air, followed by startled yelps and the sound of cracking tree limbs—a likely indication Bethany had just flung her would-be rivals out of the way. The chase could only end with one logical conclusion after all.
Darting past boulders, bushes, and fallen trees, Niamh traversed deeper into this sacred, wooded place, but she didn’t slow nor did Bethany. In fact, she could feel the warmth radiating from the other woman as she quickened her own pace.
The mating run had gone on for hours by then—long enough that the stars had already blanketed the sky to frame the twin moons overhead. While Bethany’s determination had never waned, Niamh could sense her weariness.
The fatigue had nothing to do with physical exhaustion of course; Niamh had long understood all that the other woman was capable of.
No.
Bethany grew weary because she desired her prize.
Bethany wished to claim her.
No sooner had that thought finished that Niamh felt herself tackled from behind. Instantly, her sense of balance was lost, but worry didn’t fill her. Bethany would never intentionally harm her, and that point was proven well when the world around her shifted with a final rollover. When Niamh’s back met the cool grass once more, it was with utmost care, and she looked up to see her intended mate looming over her.
The gleam of pure satisfaction blooming within the amber depths of Bethany’s eyes was an attractive sight along with her lazy grin. Bethany adjusted her weight then, shifting to lay her elbows on either side of Niamh’s head as she leaned down toward her. Niamh could feel the low vibrations emanating from Bethany’s chest as the other woman gave a quick lick across her lips, sending a bolt of desire down her spine.
“Mate?”
Niamh could easily turn her away.
The capture held more weight than the chase itself after all. The latter was a test of her would-be suitor’s prowess to ensure they could hunt and provide for her, but the former also allowed her to assess them. Per the bylaws of their culture, if Niamh found them wanting in any manner, she could demand her release, and they would have no choice but to let her go and find a more suitable mate.
But Niamh merely smiled as she cupped the side of Bethany’s face. Her thumb swiped across her lips before she used the pad of it to slowly caress the long fang peeking out from them. At such a close distance, there was little denying the way those honey-brown eyes suddenly went dark with aroused interest. Bethany shifted above her again before settling herself more firmly between Niamh’s legs before leaning down to purr against her lips.
“Mate.”
Passion accompanied that insistent tone—of what Niamh was to her and what she wished to do with her.
And Niamh found herself unable to deny Bethany.
“Then come take me.”
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