#rylens musings

[sarcasmandstudying]

I am so tired of medical malpractice. If I come in looking ill and I don't have makeup on. Suddenly i'm labeled as depressed or drug seeking. And if I put effort into how I look. I just have anxiety and thats the cause of all my issues. No matter what I do, i'm never taken seriously. I have tried everything.

[frightesa]

this is a lyric starter call for test / underused muses : camille preaker, peter parker, alice liddel, melody rylen, antonin dolahev, gale weathers, monica geller, jackie burkhart, and donna pinciotti

[thefreelanceangel]

double team — does your muse act differently when they’re around people vs when they’re around others? is this intentional or subconscious?

Essentially, everyone acts differently depending on who they're around and C'allie is no different. When she's alone, she's quiet, often curled up somewhere comfortable with a book and sunlight. C'allie's alone time is almost the only time she isn't intentionally presenting a very specific self.

Almost.

Her spouses see more of the subconscious C'allie than anyone else and Lulu most of all. Being the two women in the Catte House, having chosen each other first and hunted out their husbands together, they have a very specific bond which means neither of them intentionally present anything to each other.

Targur, Zale, and Thrav all need different things from C'allie and so she does intentionally present differently to them. Thrav, being the most like her, is the one who she presents loud enthusiasm and wild adventurousness. Zale needs the most positive reinforcement and, simultaneously, occasional slaps upside the tail to get his head out of his own anxiety. Targur receives the gentlest version of C'allie with all of her considerable warmth.

Her "side piece" Rylen sees a different aspect of her as does her blood family, the Kyho tribe, and even her father, C'kyho. C'allie is a trained ninja and assassin; she lives deception as easily as she wakes in early hours. And even so, she doesn't consider holding something of herself back with one partner a lie. She offers of herself what she decides they need from her and, eventually, they'll see everything else.

Dumpling, of course, sees everything because the fat fuck is her favorite living being and also can't tattle on her.

[rylen-ashworth]

21. Solution

The sound of repetitive friction mingled with that of metallic instruments striking a hard surface. Svaelfyr’s workshop was busy, but aside from the commotion of the work being done, a surprising level of calm pervaded the room. Rylen and Svaelfyr were both quiet, focused on their separate tasks in their own corners of the space. The hrothgar craftsman was busy shaping the brass fittings for a commissioned dining table, while the highlander was working on components for a more personal project. He was (with Svaelfyr’s guidance) building a new weapon rack for himself.

“I feel like I’ve been sanding since the Sixth Astral Era.” Rylen muttered while he continued running the sandpaper block back and forth across the board’s surface. “Mmmhmmm.” Svaelfyr mused, unwilling to pry his gaze away from the components at his workstation. Squinting through his magnifying goggles, he turned the bit of metal over in his hand and used a small file to round out one of the imperfections. “Sanding, planing, filing... it’s an inescapable constant, I’m afraid.” “You’d think a machinist would figure out a way to speed this part up a little bit.”  Svaelfyr paused for a moment, considering his white lie carefully. “Not yet, as far as I know.” He figured it was better to let his friend finish the build the old-fashioned way (rather then letting him loose with any power tools just yet.) “Think of it as an endurance exercise.” Rylen snorted at that, then glanced at the back of the hrothgar’s head with a rueful smirk. “Well, I think I’m finally done.” Rylen used a rag to wipe away some of the sawdust before running his hand along the freshly rounded edge. “And that was the last piece. Do you want to take a look?” Svaelfyr hesitated for another pause before he shook his head and resumed his work. “No, I trust your judgment. If you think the pieces are sufficiently sanded and you haven’t missed any spots, you can move on to the next stage.” “Staining, right?” Rylen slung his rag up onto one shoulder and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “Correct.” “Alrighty. So where’s the stain?” “It’s not mixed up yet, you’re gonna have to do that yourself.”  Svaelfyr turned to nod towards the jar full of vinegar and steel wool, with a tea pot sitting beside it. “And you can start by putting the kettle on.” 

[myrc3lla]

@dcviline asked: to undress my muse (rylen)

He   is   so   tall,   she   realizes,   as   he   stands   behind   her.   Freedom   is   bittersweet,   as   he   risks   his   life   for   her,   but   they   are   far   enough   from   the   castle   they   can   rest,   pretending   to   be   a   couple,   sharing   a   room   in   turn.   She   knows   then   that   he   can't   stop   denying   her,   proximity   forcing   them   to   one   another.   He   helps   her   undress,   as   he   did   when   she   was   caught   in   the   rain,   except   now,   his   hands   continue   to   trace   a   line   under   the   unlaced   corset   and   she   shivers   under   it.   Myrcella   leans   into   it,   her   head   falling   to   press   against   his   chest,   she   takes   his   other   hand   and   press   it   to   her   belly,   to   finish   letting   the   corset   fall   to   the   ground.  

"We   said   we   were   newlywed."   She   realizes   then,   a   ploy   to   get   a   room,   but   there   is   expectation   there.   She   swallows,   turning   to   look   at   him   as   she   helps   him   off   his   coat,   the   laces   of   his   shirt.   "If   they   don't   hear   something,   they   will   wonder."   Myrcella   looks   up,   her   hands   testing   under   the   shirt,   feeling   the   muscles   twitching   against   her   fingers.   "You   are   my   husband   tonight,   Rylen."   Myrcella   speaks,   a   small   smile   upon   her   lips.  

"Will   you   stop   denying   what   you   want?   What   I   want?   For   tonight."   Tonight   they   can   pretend.   Many   women   lose   their   maidenhood   while   riding   and   she   has   been   riding   since   she   was   a   child,   no   one   could   question   it.   And   she   wants   him.   The   safety   of   his   arms,   the   touch   of   his   hands,   the   press   of   his   lips.   "Kiss   me."

[nirikeehan]

Location-Based Smut Prompts

Adapted from here to be a little more medieval fantasy friendly; recreating to keep track of prompt fills

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

TRANSPORTATION 

muses tease each other in the back of a carriage on the way home. 

while riding in the middle of a forest,  our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex. 

muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the vehicle while waiting for it to clear. 

while at the theater, muses participate in foreplay. 

while at the theater, muses forego watching the show to have sex. 

revenge sex in someone else’s vehicle. 

sex in someone else’s vehicle due to impatience and carelessness. 

a quickie while parked on a busy road. 

driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation. 

while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves. 

NATURE

sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

one muse holding the other up against a tree. 

in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night. 

in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day. 

on the ground, in a tent, in front of hiking trails.

on the ground, outside on a blanket, while stargazing. 

a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day. 

muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake. 

inside a gazebo while it rains. 

a little ways off from a hiking trail,  hidden by thick foliage. 

mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard. 

between rows in a vineyard. 

hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze. 

PUBLIC

inside the storeroom of a tavern or inn. - Fill, Thalia/Rylen

in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.

a quickie in a stables before getting back on the road. 

up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be. 

inside one muses’s office. 

inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

inside an empty church on a weekday. 

inside an abandoned house. 

hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home. 

in the middle of a park late at night. 

PRIVATE

on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. 

one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands. 

in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. 

to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed. 

bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. 

on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten. 

one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano,  pretty woman style. 

rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. 

one muse riding the other on the floor, an innocuous activity forgotten nearby.

on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. 

[sarcasmandstudying]

Well, the inks ran out.

Your silence was the answer I needed.

You're wrong you know.

I did know you, once.

Still, you say you are okay.

That's what matters.

This will be the truth you live.

[readingeverymarvelcomic]

I truly could try my absolute best at speaking in the ways of normal people- but then you wouldn’t get to see just how fucking unhinged I truly am. And that sounds boring. Booooo

[laraslandlockedblues]

Ok the rest of the night will just be reblogs. I finally hit my “ok you created a lot today now stop dumbass” mood. 

This weekend I might take a page out of @wardenari‘s book and share some of my fave smuts I’ve written. Maybe gonna tag it Smutty Slutty Weekend if anyone feels like joining. Share what you’re proud of!

Sorry for spamming your dash today, I was just so happy the muses finally woke up *sobs*

[ofvaliantheart]

TAG DROP ! RYLEN.

[aricazorel]

Chapter 41: House Warming

Cullen and Anyssa’s friends throw a house warming party to celebrate their new quarters. Of course that means presents and teasing from the Inner Circle (for better or worse).

Available here on AO3

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Excerpt from chapter 41

He nodded and knocked on the door. As she finished collecting herself, it opened to reveal The Iron Bull grinning. “Hey! Look who’s here! And you’re only 5 minutes late.”

“Surely no one was actually keeping track of our tardiness,” the Commander muttered as they entered the Inquisitor’s quarters.

“Josie would,” Nyssa pointed out with a smile as she passed him and nodded to Bull.

“The Ambassador is all about schedules and this time it’s not an official function,” the Qunari mused. “This is for fun. But you’re still supposed to be on time.”

“It’s five minutes,” Cullen grumbled as they reached the top of the stairs, the rest of their friends waiting patiently for them.

“What took you so long?” Evie called from a small table set up by one of the large balcony doors.

“Cullen needed to make sure his hair was just right,” Anyssa replied with a grin as the Commander met her gaze with a glare. She shrugged as Bull chuckled from behind them.

“And it is such pretty hair,” Leliana commented from the corner near the Inquisitor’s desk.

Cullen’s glare turned to the Spymaster as Josephine said, “This is supposed to be a celebration of Anyssa and Cullen’s next step in their relationship. We want to show our support for their new life not make the Commander uncomfortable.”

The Nightingale smiled but remained silent as Evelyn motioned to the table. “I know we have all eaten but I thought some sweets were in order, especially since I won’t have any for a while. Plus there are the house warming gifts we have for you.”

“Inquisitor, that was truly unnecessary,” Cullen protested, knowing full well Trevelyan and her party would head out for the Storm Coast in the morning to aid the dwarves and needed their sleep. “You should—”

“Oi! Commander Grouchy! Let ‘er have some fun if she wants. It’s for you and your Nissie Wissie any how,” Sera interjected as she sat perched on a ladder to the upper part of the open room.

“I am not grouchy,” he muttered as he felt hands on his arm.

“He won’t be grouchy if we do as Josie wants and quit antagonizing the lion,” Anyssa said as she looked up at him. His golden brown eyes showing his thanks as his hands found hers. Since their return from South Reach and even during the latter part of their visit, he had gradually become more comfortable showing affection in the presence of others. It wasn’t grand gestures but small, meaningful ones. Those were the ones she cherished the most because she knew how hard it had been for him to make them in the first place. How far he had come to even allow himself to care for her.

“Aye! So yer callin’ ‘im a lion now are ya, lass?” Rylen’s voice called from beside Cassandra as the Seeker elbowed him in the ribs.

“Rylen,” Cullen growled out.

“He purrs,” Cole’s voice came from out on one of the balconies.

Anyssa was about to say something when the Commander interjected, “And Nyssa growls when she is annoyed as I am in danger of becoming.”

“I believe we should get to the point of this gathering and quickly,” Cassandra noted in a cautionary tone as Rylen chuckled.

“Yes. Well, perhaps we should start with the gifts,” Montilyet suggested as she approached the table, picking up one of the wrapped boxes. She presented it to the couple with a hopeful smile.

[rylen-ashworth]

9. Yawn

“Did you check the calendar?” Rylen asked, keeping one arm draped over his face while he lounged on one of the outdoor benches. “Yeah.” C’zahra, arranged in a similar sprawl on a different bench, dropped the printed flyer to one side and shifted to a more comfortable position. “Anything good?” “Nope.”

The roll of the distant breeze was the only sound as a prolonged pause hung in the air. Rylen remained motionless, even while offering more suggestions.  “We could go hit up the Gold Saucer.” “Nah.” “Onsen?” “Pass.” The desert sun retreated behind the mountains while it set, painting the sky in a warm spectrum of differing hues. “Too sore for a workout... too late to go fish...” Rylen mused out loud. “What about something to eat?” C’zahra’s eyes remained closed, but one of her ears perked straight up at that suggestion. “What were you thinking?” “I don’t know, something close by.” The highlander finally lifted his arm out of the way, allowing him to look straight up at the clouds above. “Maybe burgers?” Another quiet pause ensued. C’zahra’s tail idly flicked while she considered the idea. Then finally, she delivered her verdict. “Only if you go pick them up.”

[gugle1980]

10 fave males

I got tagged by @alyssalenko , thank you❤🙏

Cullen Rutherford

Jamie Fraser

Geralt of Rivia

Knight Captain Rylen

Alistair Theirin

Nathaniel Howe

Sirius Snape

The Tenth Doctor

Derek Morgan

Daryl Dixon

I tag @princessvicky01 @jonogueira @starsandskies @inner-muse @muses-circle