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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.
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TO BE FREE. its been nearly 3 years since my original of this piece, so i wanted to recreate it. 🐺🖤🔥
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Pinning you down with just one hand to make sure you know how small you are
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ooc . You have fed me so well with these asks! I’ll be slowly chipping away at them over the coming week.
#i’ll be doing another follower tidy-up too#my dash is very busy and it makes easing back into things tricky#i turn into a deer in headlights#✶ ooc
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
#you're so right jackal#✶ farkas × frankie — you can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it
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[ play ] sender plays with receiver's hair
Wind rode high over the ridgeline, speaking in an ageless tongue through the bones of the pines. Beneath the vault of stars, cloaked in silence, Farkas lay with his head in her lap, his great body stilled. The moon cast its argent touch across his face, revealing the scars that could never be healed, neither by time nor tenderness. His breath, thick and low, was a rumble – beast-born, resonant, clawing out from some cavern of the soul too deep for daylight.
Statue-still, corpse-still, she sat, a creature wrought not by hands but by will. Serana’s fingers moved through his hair, that night-dark mane threaded with the silver of frost and long battles endured. She combed it slowly, as one might rearrange the tangled threads of prophecy. Her nails, long and pale as moon-petals, grazed the skin beneath – light, sharp. Each scrape drew from him a sigh, a growl, a sound closer to the black-ribbed forests than to any civilised man.
Farkas did not speak at first. Words were too heavy for him clumsy tongue, too narrow for what he felt – the language of men was ill-fit for creatures such as they, half-shaped by blood and ancient hungers. His eyes, half-lidded, watched the silk spill of her pitch hair around her shoulders. In that shadowed veil, he imagined the eclipse of the sun, the final closing of a wound.
Her hands never faltered. One long tress slipped between her fingers like a tendril of ink poured into still water. When her nails caught against the crown of his scalp, his breath hitched. That aching sound rose in his bearded throat again, deeper in timbre this time. A sound a wolf might make when laid beside its mate.
The stillness between them was not empty but thick. Rich with unsaid things, with memory and longing and a patience that bordered on eternity. In Serana’s silence, he felt the chill of tombs and the promise of blood-soaked dawns, but also sanctuary. Her hand cradled the back of his head now, thumb pressing into the line where muscle met skull. Farkas, who had never knelt for any lord, surrendered – head bowed in the awe one reserves for divinity glimpsed by firelight.
“You make the world quiet,” he murmured, voice hoarse and dark as forge-iron. “Even the beast listens to you.”
Still, her vampiric hand continued its ghostly circuit, dragging the storm from his bones. Farkas could not say whether he was man or monster, only that he was hers.
#i have missed them!#thank you for the ask(s) 💕#✶ farkas × serana — speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life#sanctifisol
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Care and feeding of your knight includes deferring to his wisdom in matters of your personal safety, complimenting the surety of his blade, and finding one non-sexual command that makes him hard enough to black out every time it's spoken.
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hey you kind of set off my prey drive. wanna get out of here ? you first
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ooc . Send some memes? I’m not in the mood for threads, but I’d like to get some writing done here soon. I miss the wolfman.
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Touch-starved Beast
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the type of ship i fuck with the most

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ooc . Send some memes? I’m not in the mood for threads, but I’d like to get some writing done here soon. I miss the wolfman.
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Felon, Reginald Dwayne Betts
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Don’t flirt with me. I’ll fall in love with you like a starving dog you fed scraps to.
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JACOB ELORDI The Narrow Road To The Deep North 1.01
#logging in to reblog a spicy gif on a sunday?#more likely than you'd think#the only question is: farkas and who?#✶ desires — something hot and panting#cw: gif#cw: nsft
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if you really liked me you’d let me hunt you in the woods over the course of several days
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