#- feat. irina.

[lumilasi]

Here's the last couple of Vasile Family; IDK why but I struggle to make more "serious" pieces with these two? They just scream "silly shenanigans" to me most of the time, mainly because of Reina's Kitty Mischief Instinct lol

(Gray bubble is her adoptive dad Marcus, and red her honorary second dad, a shapeshifter Soul Dragon Lethas)

[devilsmenu]

@irresistiibles

send [OH YIKES] for a random pairing where one muse has accidentally injured themselves in the process of trying to take out their target

"Shit" Chris said seeing his knee got injured while trying to escape from the streets. He turned to the person nearby. "I think I can walk out but I need an aid kit".

[nilson-news-blogger]

Irina Barros Feat Gerilson Insrael – Ayah [2023] Download Mp3

Ayah” é o tema da nova música do estilo Afro Pop da cantora Irina Barros, música que conta com a participação do Gerilson Insrael. Faça já o download e desfrute de boa música. Download Mp3 – Baixar Musica

[euphoriclusts]

"as far as i'm concerned, unprofessional is where the fun is." although he had attempted, at first, to disguise his attraction towards his assistant - it had become a fruitless exercise. the more comfortable he became with her, the more difficult the aim became. "hm. i think it'll take me about a week to get my head around it," he lies, well aware he'd fall apart without her assistance and guidance. hence why he'd asked her to come to this event. he knows he'd be standing in the corner, unable to obtain the connections he was aiming to collect. he too is aware that his time scale was off by several...years, exposing the fact with a teasing smile and a squeeze against her hand.

“ you're such a gentleman, yet so dearly unprofessional. ” a taunting, yet thankful squeeze of her hand against him. she'd merely attended the event for the sake of being there, in case she was asked of anything by mackenzie. in her case, she was. a dance, in fact. she'd refused, at first, believing him to merely be joking. now, they'd made their way onto the floor. “ oh, i'd love to see you manage on your own, mr. darling. no one to keep you in check? a wonderful spectacle, really. ” an odd job turned lifestyle, irina couldn't imagine what sh'ed be doing without the man to keep her on her toes.

[thegamingcatmom]

Good morning! (Here its morning at least lol) I was wondering if we could get some HC perhaps on how the sisters behave when their smol human is sick? Or hurt, or yk merely feeling down, we all have bad days and I am sure reader is no exception, is going to be fun to know how they handle the situation, they gonna be all loving and soft all over reader? panic? Yell at each other trying to look for a solution? Will Tanya have to go all coven leader on them? So many options!

Thanks in advance and have a great week!(:

Hey there!

I think it was actually late evening for me, lol. Time zones do be confusing sometimes. 🙃

Aight, lemme tell you this: You better be "just" sick or feeling down because it´s simply a shitty day for ya. Because if someone else was responsible for your state? Yeah...good luck to that person. And to you for the sheer impossible feat of trying to contain three raging bulls.

Right so, I´ll start with the most obvious one:

Irina Denali aka Big Mama

I mean...it´s in the name. She´s mama. She´s got a natural instinct to nourish and preen and coddle. She´s the one I consider the most maternal out of the sisters, so she will know what to do instantly.

Depending on your woe, she will swarm you with blankets and meds and soup and chocolate and cuddles ofc, can´t forget those. One of the many perks of dating a vampire: You can cuddle (or smooch, in Tanya´s case) as much as you want without getting your partner sick too. ✅

She´ll be your ear if you need to vent about how absolutely dreadful your day was. She´ll be your shoulder if the need to cry it all out becomes too overwhelming. She´ll be your cooling pad if you´re down with a bad fever. Whatever you need in that moment, she´ll provide it for you.

You´re her babygirl, and she will coo at you and sing you the sweetest of lullabies as you fall asleep in her arms.

The safest place on earth.

Tanya Denali aka Mother Hen

I think Tanya would feel extremely torn between the need, and the instinct to care for you. Like, ofc as your girlfriend/wife/mate there´s this need and desire to protect and care for you. She´s similar to Irina, in that aspect. Always ready to get you anything you might need or want, always ready to swarm you with love and affection. Anything to make her dove feel nice and cozy.

But then there´s the fact she´s also the coven leader, and that comes with its very own set of instincts. At least that´s how I like to imagine it. As a leader, she has a natural instinct to protect and, more importantly, to provide for the members of her coven. Those instincts go through the roof in trying times.

...Such as her smol hooman being sick/in poor condition. She´s experiencing double the pressure to care for you - both as your mate AND as a leader. She´ll be torn between laying down with you and being up and about to find things to, well, provide you with. You know how a dog will find all kinds of toys and plonk! them in its tiny human´s lap? Not quite knowing what will satisfy the smol human, but damn willing to try anyway? That´s kinda how it is for Tanya, lol.

One minute she will be cuddling with you, the next minute she´s up to search for stuff to bring you. She´s kinda interfering with her own care, lol. It´s as hilarious as it is exhausting, especially when her tiny human wants nothing more than to have those strong arms wrapped around her.

Sighs, being a leader´s mate can be so taxing.

Kate Denali aka First Time Mom

I mean...she´s putting in real effort, she really is. It´s actually quite adorable. She´ll be fussing about, frantic hand waving and all, as she flits from room to room in search of...something. Anything, really. She feels overwhelmed because her instincts are screaming at her, but it´s like she´s running on the wrong frequency. She´s made for fighting and worshipping, not nursing.

As your mate though, she´s eager to please and damn determined to win this battle.

...She´ll ask Irina or Tanya for guidance first, though. Probs Irina because it´s the lesser blow to her ego. And also because her little sister is such a Mom as it is, it´s like she´s got it etched in her DNA or something. However, she struggles quite a bit with actively seeking help. It´s not something she´s used to...at all. She´s a warrior, for god´s sake. She´s fought battles so gruesome that explaining them in detail would turn even the strongest stomach.

But, well...even the greatest warriors need a helping hand from time to time. And when it comes to you? She´ll do anything.

One thing´s for certain though: Never in her life had a battle been this nerve-wracking before.

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I agree with you that there´s just SO many options on how this could go down. I really like your ideas with them yelling at each other in complete and utter desperation on how to handle this, or Tanya going all coven leader "You will fix this." on her sisters because she herself doesn´t know how to handle it. xD

It always depends on the situation I´d say. But you´ve defo given me some new thoughts to think and feelings to feel, so perhaps I´ll include some of it in my WIP. ^^

Thanks a lot for your ask & have a great weekend! 💋

[nicnsmth1]

I've just realised that I never showed each person in my assassination classroom socmed au's account so here are some and a few explanations on why I made it that way

pt1!! (feat. karma, shizuha/shinsuke (oc), asano, ayaka (oc), isogai, kataoka, irina, nakamura, korosensei, nagisa)

akabane karma:

dn: mostly nothing except for things he finds interesting (aka the new movies that he likes being released)

username: a = akabane, karma

bio: nothing interesting

followings: class E students, he's a priv acc

pfp and header: himself and nothing

kamiya shizuha/shinsuke:

dn: they really like masuki in bandori

username: opposite of shi-kun (shin-chan) and kmy = kamiya

bio: countdown for ras events in bandori

followings: big five, class E students after following karma

pfp and header: them and their fave masuki card currently

asano gakushuu:

dn: number 1

username: his name

bio: he's doing business on here

followings: majority of kunugigaoka and a few other companies

pfp and header: notes and misc pics he had

kamiya ayaka:

dn: her name

username: no idea, it just sounded cute

bio: kasumi from bandori's catchphrase

followings: friends from class 2B and a few other main campus students

pfp and header: herself and melody

isogai yuuma:

dn: his name

username: his name with the year the anime was out

bio: cheerful greeting

followings: class E and a few main campus students

pfp and header: his goldfish and a pretty view

kataoka megu:

dn: her name

username: it sounded cute and I hc that she's into jp idols

bio: smth cute, again, my hc that she uses twt to follow her oshis

followings: fave idol groups and class E

pfp and header: an idol that she likes and a matching header to make it pretty

irina jelavic:

dn: her name

username: also her name

bio: lyrics from a marina song (primadonna)

followings: a big account that always get hit tweets, she only follows the class E students back tho

pfp and header: her and a place she went

nakamura rio:

dn: yippee

username: ref to the nico catchphrase from love live

bio: a hamilton reference

followings: mostly just students in class E

pfp and header: her and a pic of london

korosensei:

dn: a reminder to the students on why he's actually on socmed💀💀

username: his name but wonky

bio: mostly there to snoop, but you can dm him for studying help

followings: strictly class E students and the teachers (irina doesn't want to follow him back TT)

pfp and header: those octopus dolls that changes moods and notes

shiota nagisa:

dn: his name

username: his name again + numbers that I do not recall what for

bio: he only have it bcs the others wanted him to join

followings: class E students

pfp and header: his notes and a cute pixel header

[ultrakontakt]

recent dftm oc doodads feat 5, count em FIVE, new characters... Yay!

info under da cut

First is Delilah Annette Hartfield(She/they), who's a 14 y/o girl. One of the youngest hosts on the IT database, she takes her muse in stride(a lot like Wesley does!). Her endless optimism makes her a tough nut to crack for Jared's annoying ass heists to get her assimilated. Also... Her muse isn't very hostile either. She knows of most of the channels in the DFTM canon, though I think she wouldn't like Mark's bc of how negative he is :P She likes the spongebob theories though! Her and Arche watch them together.(though in dftm canon i don't think the story scenes show up in the vids, so they wouldn't suspect much).

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Arche(She/It/That) is our second subject! Arche is Delilah's muse. Its fixation for muse-ing is scrapbooking. Which is not profitable at all, though not like Delilah cares. Arche isn't very concerned with assimilating her host, rather just, hanging out with her. Because Delilah's her friend. Delilah at least makes sure she's feeding her muse good food. Arche is very outgoing and has tried multiple times to talk to Delilah's dad, which Delilah immediately goes "My dad is gonna freak if he sees a giant tentacle creature in my closet"

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Third up is Yvette Renee Hartfield(she/her)! Yvette was an original R&D department member and was very dedicated to her job whilst there. When she noticed a turn in the company, she wanted to quit, though the concern for her coworkers made her stay. She was very close to Ramona, as the two had similar life goals(make animals' lives better and humanely produce meat). When tasked with her muse(like all HMF employees, she got one), she didn't want to spread the spore due to the fact she KNEW it would cause others pain, but it got to the point where she nearly died from stress and ended up leaving it in her brother's(Delilah's father) garden, which Delilah ended up picking up. Yvette was later assimilated.

(i kinda ship yvette and ramona together IDK... yvette is 48 at the time of canon occurring)

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Irina is Ramona's daughter in my Nonsenseverse story :P will copypaste her desc here

Name: Irina Diane Bynes

Age: 16

Gender: Female(She/her)

Orientation: Asexual Aromantic

Irina is the only child to Ramona. She inherited a lot of the messed up genes from when her mother got experimented on, Leaving her with kinda messed up looking limbs. Irina uses this to her advantage, being a star athlete for gymnastics. When not doing that, she helps around at the zoo her mom runs.

Irina was produced via Parthenogenesis, which I know humans can't do but since Ramona got experimented on I think she could probably do it.

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aaaand finally we have Katherine(She/her)! She's Renard's younger sister. Her full name is Katherine Cecile Mayhew-Geist. She's a lot less human-y, taking on more muse traits than Renard does. She's nonverbal autistic and loves her older brother a lot, and loves to help with his various projects. She has a tendency to chew on her tentacle hand, and is very sweet and kind.

Katherine is 5 years younger than Renard(who's 16), so she's 11.

I like to think Carl would enjoy taking them places, like Universal or whatevs(they live in florida!!!!).

Btw Renard's middle name is Isaac.

plus general renard stupidness

[lovecharged]

"it's different, i guess." she's trying really hard to play it cool, but she's so nervous and she suspects that instead she's behaving a little...standoffish, which really isn't her intention. it's just that irina makes her feel so much -- so much, she really doesn't know how to handle. with a deep swallow, and a big smile, she tries to re-cablirate. "i think it sounds nicer, it's a little calmer, too. sort of. can feel nice to feel special, too." which is what irina was, after all. she beams after the words; even if they force an intense blush to tinge her cheeks. "then you can hang out in my dressing room, if you'd like? i say dressing room -- it's not anything fancy but, it's still nice to escape the crowd for a little while."

"there is really no reason to thank me, i promise." she squeezes at her hand and hopes that she's making michaela feel more at ease about everything. she doesn't want to draw attention to anything at all and the idea that she could do that makes her a little sad, but she doesn't think that she is or has done in the past. she really hopes she hasn't, at least. "oh, i knew beryl and i got along for a reason!" she laughs softly and nudges a little closer to michaela, stroking her thumb across the back of her hand. "oh, i'd love to stand backstage and watch. that sounds like such an amazing experience." and it means she'll get to see michaela so much sooner once they're done and isn't that just the sweetest thought?

[arhitectul]

gustă-mă ca pe ultimul fruct.

Killa Fonic - Piesa Noastra feat. Irina Rimes

[miffy-junot]

Felix Yusupov on his imprisonment in Crimea following the October Revolution

Judging by the big Delaunay-Belleville car which met me at the station, flying a pennant with an enormous crown on it and our coat of arms on the doors, life in the Crimea was still comparatively normal. A few months previously, after a long struggle to maintain discipline, Admiral Kolchak, who was then commander-in-chief in the Black Sea, broke the Golden Sword he had been awarded for outstanding valor, threw the pieces into the sea and resigned his command. Then one day soon after my arrival, the Black Sea Fleet went over to the Bolsheviks. There followed a terrible massacre of naval officers in Sebastopol. Bands of sailors broke into houses, looting and murdering, raping women and children in front of their husbands and parents; torturing men to discover their valuables. I happened to see some of these sailors, pearl and diamond necklaces banging on their hairy chests, their arms and fingers loaded with bracelets and rings. Among them were youngsters of fifteen. Many were grotesquely powdered and made up. It was like a masquerade in hell. In Yalta, mutineers tied stones to the feet of their officers before shooting them, and then tossed their bodies into the sea. Later, a diver sent down to explore the bottom of the bay went out of his mind at the sight of these corpses standing upright in ghostly array and swaying in the current. We were never sure, on going to bed at night, of waking up alive in the morning. One afternoon a band of sailors came to Yalta to arrest my father. I told them that he was ill, and asked to be shown their warrant. Of course they did not have one, and I played for time by telling them to go and fetch one. After endless discussions, two of them reluctantly consented. As they had not returned several hours later, their companions grew tired of waiting, and left.

A few days later, another band of sailors came down from the hills behind Koreiz. They called themselves "naval cavalry." They were well-known for their cruelty and were dreaded even by the Soviets. Armed to the teeth and mounted on stolen horses, they rode into our courtyard brandishing flags with the most promising slogans such as "Death to the bourgeois! Death to the anti-revolutionaries! Death to the landlords!" A terrified servant came to tell me that they were demanding food and wine. I went into the courtyard. Two of the sailors dismounted and came to meet me. They had degenerate and brutal faces; one wore a diamond bracelet, the other a brooch. Their uniforms were stained with blood. They said they wanted to speak to me in private, so I took them to my room after sending the rest of the band to the kitchen for refreshments. Irina's face was a study when she saw me come in with my two ruffians! I sent for some wine and we all four settled down to a cosy talk. Our visitors did not seem at all embarrassed, but stared at us with curiosity. Suddenly one of them asked me if I was really the man who had murdered Rasputin, and on receiving my reply they both drank to my health, declaring that that being the case neither my family nor I had anything to fear from them. They began recounting their heroic feats against the White Army. Then, catching sight of my guitar, they asked me to sing. I did so, feeling rather relieved to put a stop to their unsavory reminiscences. I sang several songs and they joined in the choruses; one bottle after another was emptied and our guests got more and more boisterous. My parents, whose room was above mine, wondered what all the noise was about. But all things come to an end, and the sailors finally went off after shaking hands with us again and again, and thanking us effusively for our hospitality. The whole band jumped into their saddles, waved farewell in the most friendly fashion, and brandishing their flags disappeared into the hills.

Kerensky's commissar at Ai-Todor had been dismissed and a new man appointed by the Soviets. My father-in-law [Grand Duke Alexander], in his book, describes this arrival as follows: We are feeling the effects of the new Revolution. Djordjuliani, our head jailer, has been replaced by a sailor called Zadorozhny. I was introduced to him on his arrival, in the room occupied by our guards. He is an enormous, savage-looking brute, yet there is a certain kindliness about him withal. Most fortunately our first conversation was in private, and from the beginning he was extremely polite. I asked him where he had served. In the Air Force, he replied, adding that he had seen me several times at Sebastopol. We then talked about the general situation, and from what he said I gathered that he was on our side, although he frankly admitted that he had at first allowed himself to be drawn into the revolutionary movement... We parted the best of friends. It is a great comfort to know that we can depend on him. He treats us roughly before his comrades to disguise his real feelings. Meanwhile a man by the name of Spiro appeared at Ai-Todor and assembled all its inmates for a roll call. The Dowager Empress refused to come down, merely showing herself for an instant at the top of the stairs. Zadorozhny first came to Ai-Todor in December; in February he told my father-in-law that all the Romanovs residing in the Crimea were to be interned along with their suites at Dulber, an estate belonging to the Grand Duke Pyotr Nikolaievich. He explained that this was being done to ensure their safety. It appeared that the Yalta Soviet was insisting on their immediate execution, whereas the Sebastopol Soviet - from which Zadorozhny took his orders - wanted to await Comrade Lenin's instructions, and feared that the Yalta Soviet might attempt to seize the prisoners by force. The reason why Dulber had been chosen was that it would eventually prove easier to defend than Ai-Todor, as it had high thick walls and was more like a fortress than a palace. Among those who were interned were: the Dowager Empress, my parents-in-law and their six sons; the Grand Duke Nikolai Nikolaievich, his wife and her two children from a first marriage; the Grand Duke Pyotr and the Grand Duchess Militza and their children, Princess Marina and Prince Roman. As for their youngest daughter, Princess Nadezhda who was married to Prince Orlov, the Grand Duchess Olga Alexandrovna, and my wife, who were all married morganatically, they were allowed to go free.

At Dulber, the prisoners were completely cut off from the rest of the world. The only person allowed to visit them was our daughter Irina, then two years old. Through her, we managed to communicate with them. Her nurse took her to the gates of the park and the child entered it alone, with our letters pinned inside her coat. The answers reached us in the same way. Our little messenger never let us down. The conditions in Dulber were none too good; things were very uncomfortable and food was very scarce. Kornilov, the chef, who later kept a famous restaurant in Paris, did the best he could with the little he had: mostly buckwheat and pea soup. Once, for a treat, the prisoners of Dulber had donkey for lunch and billy goat for dinner. Knowing that her brothers were allowed out in the park, my wife invented a system by which we could communicate with them. We used to go for a walk with our dogs under the walls of the estate. Irina would call the dogs and instantly one of her brothers would appear on top of the wall. If he caught sight of a jailer, he would slip to the ground and we walked on looking as innocent as we could. Unfortunately our stratagem was found out before long.

I met Zadorozhny one afternoon and we walked a little way together. After asking for news of his prisoners, I told him that there was something I wanted to speak to him about; he seemed surprised and a little embarrassed. Presumably he did not want his men to see him with me. So I asked him to come one evening to my house, where he could be sure of not meeting anyone he knew. To get into the house unobserved, all he had to do was to climb over the balcony of my room, which was on the ground floor. He came that evening and several times afterward. My wife was often present at our meetings. We spent hours trying to find some way of saving the Empress Maria and her family. It became more and more evident that this fearsome-looking giant was sincerely devoted to us. He explained that he was fighting for time by exploiting the rivalry that existed between the two Soviets: that of Yalta which wanted to shoot the royal prisoners on the spot, and that of Sebastopol which, in agreement with Moscow, wanted them to be tried. I suggested his telling the Yalta Soviet that the Romanovs were shortly going to be transferred to Moscow for trial, and that if they were shot out of hand important state secrets, known only to them, would be lost. Zadorozhny took my advice. He had managed to protect his prisoners until then, but the situation grew daily more difficult, as the Yalta Soviet suspected that he was trying to save them, and his own life was in danger. A few days later he came to our house in the middle of the night to tell me that he had received information from a reliable source that a large party of sailors was coming the next day to take the prisoners to Yalta and shoot them. He had decided to be away when they arrived, as he was sure of his men and knew that in his absence they would not allow anyone to enter the estate. He added that the young princes had already, for several nights, taken turns at mounting guard, and that arms were held in readiness for them in case of alarm, He also announced that there was going to be a general massacre in which no one would escape... The news was all the more unpleasant as we were incapable of defending ourselves, for all our arms had been confiscated.

Sure enough, the troop of sailors arrived next day from Yalta and tried to enter Dulber. As Zadorozhny had foreseen, his men said that in the absence of the commissar, their orders were to admit no one. The walls were bristling with machine guns, and when they saw that the guards were prepared to use them the aggressors left, shouting insults and threats as they went. We knew that after this unsuccessful venture, Yalta would take steps to end the matter once and for all. Foreseeing that a massive attack was imminent, Zadorozhny went to Sebastopol himself to fetch reinforcements. He was expected back the same evening. But Yalta lay closer to Dulber than Sebastopol....

We spent the night on the roof of our house, from which we could see the towers of Dulber and keep an eye on the road by which both the reinforcements from Sebastopol and the bandits from Yalta would arrive. It was dawn when we saw the armored trucks from Sebastopol drive past. As nothing appeared from Yalta, we went to bed. We awoke to be told that the Germans had arrived. This was a solution of our difficulties that no one had foreseen.

source: Lost Splendour by Felix Yusupov, chapter 26

[cto10121]

Twilight Clownery—Part One

You know it was time. For it is this series above all that brings all the clowns the yard, and if there is one thing I do so love to eat, it’s clownery. Feat. Movie Twilight getting more love than Book Twilight, human character simping, and my Bella Hate Dumb tag is finally born. Spoilers, I guess

You mean those same movies that had Edward follow her into the forest, drag her violently by the elbow, screaming “AS IF YOU CAN OUTRUN ME” and overall behave like an emotionally constipated jerk (randomly leaving mid-conversation, slamming on the school bus door) with zero sense of humor?

Stewart is solid gold if not right for the part, Pattinson much less so, Billy Burke a joy, but the rest? Solid B-cast all over them. Even so, the scripts for those movies were god-awful, so it’s no surprise even okay actors struggled.

Human Character Simping

There is this very weird tendency of the fandom to glorify the human characters, and I for one cannot relate. I have a suspicion it’s the movies’ doing—the human characters are much better written than the vampire ones and were much better portrayed.

But! The human characters’ mediocrity (bar Angela and Ben) is very well described. In Twilight alone Jessica is judgmental and small-minded—“they all, like, live together,” thinks Esme being unable to have children is a failing (!!), and is clearly only friends with Bella because Mike is interested. Apart from that, though? She is just basic (and where the hell did you even get pervert???). Lauren is the only one who gets the bitchiness descriptor.

For her part Bella makes a good (and successful) effort at pairing Mike and Jessica together, simply because she knows Jessica is interested in him. In later books she is not as good a friend to her but that was because 1) she was literally depressed and 2) she was preparing to become a vampire.

Bella Hate Dumb

Bella disregards the feelings of others so much she decides to move to a place she hated just to set her mother free to travel with her boytoy husband. Bella disregards the feelings of others so much that she could not tell Mike directly that she wasn’t interested in him because it would hurt his feelings.

Because it’s Bella’s fault that James wanted to kill her and that Victoria wanted to avenge James through her. It’s Bella’s fault that the Quileutes are werewolves to begin with, despite the fact that Sam had already transformed before her arrival and the rest would have followed suit purely because of the Cullens’ presence. And of course It’s Bella’s fault that Irina saw her and Renesmee just minding their own business.

What the hell is this victim-blamey insanity? It’s horrific, unhinged, pathological…and so, so delicious. Clown OP created a whole-ass chart! A chart!!!! Was clownery ever this tasty?

Bella thinks/Bella has no thoughts. Chef kiss. This rightfully belongs to the Clownery Hall of Fame. Muah.

This

Because everything about this 4-book romance series with vampires, werewolves, people trying to kill Bella, people trying to kill Edward and his family, people being against Bella becoming a vampire, people keen on Bella becoming a vampire or else, and Bella literally dying to birth her half-vampire nudger just screams “actually super easy, barely an inconvenience.”

[theother9tenths]

My dnd party arriving at Ravenloft feat. Mavis the circus elf, Louisa the farming sorcerer, Val Furlong the Aasimar Ranger, and Heist the dubiously moral Half Orc with a huge crush on Irina.

(Disclaimer this is VERY MUCH an amalgamation of traced images)

[ruki--mukami]

💗 for Rukina *Linasweat* *Linasweat*

Send in 💗 for me to use a love meter to check the compatibility of our muses.

"74%—What a remarkably low number for a perfectly harmonious marriage. Though, for some superficial love meter, I do agree with the opening sentence of that description. Loving one another after all that we have experienced truly is a brave feat on both ends. Everything you endured up until now, and the notion of 'love' itself died all those years ago alongside my past without a trace. Yet, it's you who rekindled that possibility, Irina. Forget what this arbitrary percentage suggests—I have never met a woman who could accept all sides of me, from the fabricated light to the darkest of my desires."

Reassuringly locking his arm around the Owl, Ruki disregarded the insignificant rating of their compatibility when the true answer had always lied in plain sight and within his heart, devoid of its former insensitivity. Instead, an otherworldly flame ignited and encouraged him each time they embraced; each time their lips met. Almost teasingly, the Vampire leaned forth for a quick yet exhilarating kiss.

"This verdict holds more truth than I originally anticipated. Yes, it's true that I must always continue to put forth my best effort as if I'm winning you over and over again for the first time, despite our marriage. The woman I consider dearest and most beloved to me deserves no less. There is no scale in this world that can measure the love I have for you, Irina."

[thegamingcatmom]

First off I absolutely love this page, you are doing this fandom a great service and i love seeing your thoughts and opinions on the denalis💜 was just wondering how you think the sisters would react to their mate defending their honour like if someone was bothering them at the club and their mate punched them...sorry for the long ass post...seriously though your keeping the thirst for the denalis alive

-👻(hope this emoji isn't already claimed)

Hey 👻!

(That is the cutest thing, btw.)

First off: I apologize for the long wait. To you and anyone else who´s sent me an ask that I have yet to answer. I see them, and I will get to them at some point. (Some of them are sitting half-answered in my drafts actually, hehe.) 🙏��️

Tysm for your words. I´ve said it before and I will keep saying it: It is you guys who keep the thirst alive just as much with your lovely words of inspiration. ❤️

Also: Pls NEVER apologize for the length of your ask. That goes to all of you. I TAKE EM ALL. (The longer the better actually, and my thirsty ass is not ashamed to admit it.)

NOW, to your ask:

(Content warning: It´s gonna get rather steamy towards the end...)

(From left to right: Tanya, Irina, Kate)

I think that pretty much sums up their feelings on the matter, LMAO.

Like, they´ll be torn between being worried sick because their hooman is fragile and tiny and very much breakable, and what if you´ve seriously HURT yourself with such a reckless action-

...and other things. 😏

So, the first thing they´ll do is be right up in your face. And I mean it. Like, sticking their heads together as each of them fights to be the most in-your-face, their eyes scanning you from head to toe, hands squishing your face à la fishface only to run them all over you to make sure you´re not broken.

(They tend to get a smidge dramatic in such moments. Moments where there´s a possibility you´ve obtained a scratch, that is.)

It is only when they are 100% certain you´re unharmed that their fear turns into rage. And their attention turns to-

...Yeah, you better run. You whoever has dared to try and claim what has already been claimed. Trying to put your slimy hands on them, leading to this whole mess (you obtaining not a single scratch but could have, that is) in the first place.

Ohh...they´re pissed. So pissed they´re struggling not to show some actual teeth-

How the turns have tabled. Now it´s you who is all up in their faces, trying to calm them down by whispering sweet nothings, touching their faces, gently stroking their arms and chests and just anywhere you can reach. Not an easy feat, considering you have to start anew with the first one once you are through with the last, flitting back and forth the line like you´re trying to prevent pots from boiling over.

Once you´re certain this place (the club or wherever this takes place) isn´t about to become obliberated in vampiric rage, you turn around to tend to-

(Yes, it´s three of em f*ckers.)

You don´t shout. You don´t try to punch them again (mostly because you´ve just managed to calm your still very enraged mates...no need to tempt fate). You don´t even look mad or angry anymore - on the contrary.

You´re quiet, almost too quiet. Gazing at the three of them with an expression that is a dangerous mix between tediousness and vexation because all you´d wanted was a peaceful and fun night out with the ones you hold most dear. Was that really too much to ask??

In other words: You are thoroughly done with shit.

"I think it´s best you leave," you drawl, even going so far as to incline your head in the direction of the exit.

They remain rooted to the spot, uncertainty written all over their faces. You know exactly what´s running through their heads right now - you´ve been there, a long time ago. Torn between disbelief and astonishment as basic survival instincts tell them to run, and fast. As far as their feet would carry them because whatever is glaring daggers at them over your shoulders right now, something deep down their guts tells them it is not entirely human.

One of them opens his mouth regardless, no doubt to tell you that you can shove it with a bravado that´s more show than substance. Anything to appear bigger than he is, in that moment. You don´t know whether to feel pity or admiration for his bravery. Perhaps a bit of both.

Granted, this is a public establishment and they have every right to be here just like you do. But, at this point, you really fear for what might happen if they were to stay. You are doing them a favor, they just don´t realize it.

"...Now," you cut him off before he can get started, raising your eyebrows as your gaze darts between them, hoping your tone and expression - hidden from the shadows looming behind you - are enough to get the message across:

Turns out, it is enough.

They nearly trip over each other on their way out, drawing the curious gazes of other partygoers.

Good riddance...hopefully.

You turn back around to face your wives with a sigh, hoping you can all just pick up where you left off before those three buffoons made lewd advances towards your women, almost getting themselves extinguished in the process, those idiots-

...Only to find them already looking at you, their expressions quite...odd. They strangely resemble the very trio that just fled the establishment, saving their sorry asses from meeting a rather grim fate, no doubt. There is this mixture of disbelief and astonishment on their faces, sprinkled with...something else.

This feels like your very first meeting all over again.

"...What?" you ask when they simply continue to stare at you. You know vampires don´t have the same need for movement as humans do, unless it´s to catch their prey. But this is getting...awkward.

Then, finally-

Kate is the first to recover, her flabberghasted expression slowly morphing into a, quite literally, wolfish grin as she breaks formation and nearly floats over to you.

"Well, well, well," she drawls, her hands settling on her favorite spot to pull you closer, kneading the flesh she finds there. "Look at our little spitfire, making them all run with their tails between their legs like kicked puppies..."

You release a good-natured scoff at your wife´s silliness, about to correct her by pointing out it had very likely been their looming presence behind you that sent the trio running for the hills.

However, her lips press against yours in a wet kiss before you can do so.

Not that you´re complaining.

A sigh escapes you as you wholeheartedly return it, your hands coming to rest against her chest before wandering up to cradle her face as your embrace deepens in passion.

Things are about to spiral out of control, you can feel it. Kate always has that effect on you. Her daring nature is infectious, making you feel as if the rules and expectations of society apply to everyone but you, and if she were to take you right here, right on this floor, you would gladly-

Hands on your chest yank you away then, breaking the kiss you and Kate shared. Your back collides with a wall, the hands on your chest firmly pushing you against it before a different pair of lips finds your neck. They´re running up and down at a leisure pace, only stopping to press even closer - you feel something wet - before they continue. Then, the pressure of teeth clamping down-

Tanya.

"Now, now, sestra..." Kate´s voice grumbles through the haze, barely a whisper to you, before you feel hands settling on your backside again, squeezing as they try to pull you closer. "Sharing is caring..."

The other side of your neck is being attacked then, and all you´re able to do is crane your head back, offering yourself up like a sacrifice to the gods as each of them devours you in a way that is far from holy-

"Tsk..." Ice envelops your hand then, the chill touch chasing away most of the dense fog that had settled just about everywhere. "Trust the wolves not to leave a single crumb..."

It´s you who is floating now as Irina pulls you close, handling you with an urgency that is so different from her sisters´ as she demands her share. Hands come to rest against your backside again, but they don´t squeeze. Instead, they simply hold on, only tightening their grip to pull you closer before lifting you up until the only thing that remains grounded are the tips of your toes.

"What a delight you are, maličký..." A flowery fragrance wraps around you as your mate´s forehead comes to rest against yours. "Defending the honor of three poor maidens in distress..."

Nothing about your wives is even remotely maidenlike.

The thought makes you snort, which earns you a rather firm clap! on your bum before her lips silence the squeak that wanted to slip out just then.

"Hm...she was quite the sight, was she not?" Tanya´s hand runs up and down your back in a near soothing manner, a stark contrast to the forcefulness she displayed just moments before.

"I think some gratitude is in order..." Kate purrs from somewhere behind you as she draws closer, her heeled boots click-clacking on the hardwood floor. "What do you say, sisters? Shall we show our savior just how grateful we are...?"

After that, everything seems to blur together. You don´t know how you got there, but you´re home before you realize it. The bedroom door closes behind you, clothes fall, and you come to the conclusion that-

Who the fuck cares?

OR:

This is one of the very rare times where your wives don´t mind sharing you...

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...So don´t be an idiot by questioning any of it.

So...

This got a lot steamier than I thought it was gonna be. But, somehow, I don´t think any of you are complaining... 😏

Things that have stoked the fire here:

Alibi (that song I swear)

Rhaenyra x Someone kissing (don´t wanna reveal too much in case any of you hasn´t seen it yet)

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Right so, I think it´s safe to say that one should never approach a hooman and their three drop dead gorgeous yet very much capable of ending your existence vampire-wives on their Girls´ Night Out.

Just...don´t do it, resist the urge. You´ll thank me for it later.

OR:

You have the power of the (Un)holy Trinity at your hands, and ppl would do well to remember that...

Thanks a lot for your lovely ask! 💋💋💋