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[ladyofsilverr]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 — 2/∞ ➜ [I think I've drummed up the courage to tell you how much I like you.] bonus gif +

[camelliagwerm]

You know about Morrigan and me?

[avallachs]

[viconiadevirs]

guard for whoever you’d like 👁👁

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger; this is also a mix with [sacrifice], just because. Post-battle, Azren/Viconia.

The cut runs deep, deep enough that it might have been fatal, if not for the godly blood of Bhaal running through his veins; the way Azren had stepped between her and the blow had been...admirable enough, she supposed, but she had her Ankheg plate and a shield. He did not. She could have taken it.

"You must not be so foolish, ssinssrigg," Viconia chides as she runs over the bloodied wound with her fingers. The soft glow of divine magic spills from her hands, knitting the ripped flesh back together. It did not rid itself of the blood, nor did he want her to heal it completely. Every scar was a testament of a battle fought and won, and her hot-headed shaman already had plenty, and would gain plenty more before he'd claim his father's throne. "You are too reckless."

Azren merely grins at her, less in pain over the wound (a little deeper and the blade would have cut his heart) and more satisfied at her chiding; his lip was split once more. "Do these scars not please you?"

Viconia purses her lips, looks across the bloodied expanse of his chest. Discoloured, puckered scars cutting through the coarse black chest hair, the silver of his nipple piercings glinting in the candlelight of the inn room they'd taken. Skin taught over bulging muscle. Drow males are all wiry, none of the bulk that her lover possesses from his parentage. "Perhaps."

"And now your lecturing is over," he continues, "will you allow me to please you another way?" His thick fingers run over her thighs, past the deep purple diaphanous silks she likes to wear when it is just the two of them; and towards the apex of her thighs. He is an impatient man, her ssinssrigg, and his focus narrow - whether it is gold, blood or coupling with her. It is...endearing.

A small smile quirks at the corner of her lips, and Viconia moves her arms upwards, wrapping them around his neck and broad shoulders. He bends his head and presses a bloodied kiss to the swell of her breast, hands running around the back of her thighs to cup her arse, to draw her to him. This discussion is over for now, as he steers them towards his furs spread across the bed with all the enthusiasm of a young man addled by his first lover, but she intends to scold him further for his recklessness, needlessly stepping in to take the blow meant for her, later.

For now, however... she straddles him, hands splaying across his chest, quietly drinking in every scar and bruise and mangled mark on him, enjoying the feel of his strong hands pressing into the back of her hips.

"You may, my mrannd'ssinss."

[kaidansalenkos-remade]

Mass Effect Legendary Edition (18/?)

[attanos]

mutuals and countrymen tag me in your edits so i can admire and show them off

[ladyofsilverr]

borat voice: 'my wife!' 💕

[ladyofsilverr]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power — 6/∞ ➜ The Confession

[ladyofsilverr]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 — 1/∞ ➜ Shadowheart meets Karlach

[ladyofsilverr]

THE WITCHER 3: WILD HUNT — 43/∞ ➜ Encountered the most charming aspect of being a witcher yet?

[camelliagwerm]

RYAN HURST AS THOR IN GOD OF WAR: RAGNARÖK

[ladyofsilverr]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power — 7/∞ ➜ Adora being... well... Adora

[ladyofsilverr]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power — 4/∞ ➜ Adora being completely in love with Catra

[ladyofsilverr]

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: SE5 — 3/∞ ➜ For The Honour Of Greyskull!

[ladyofsilverr]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 — 4/∞ ➜ When I look at you, I feel real again. Alive.

[ladyofsilverr]

Just too many I couldn't save before. My mom, Maine, and the others in our crew. I couldn't let that happen. Not to you, too.