#To Burn in Desire's Name

[diaphanouso]

WIP [Day]

Thanks for the tag, @cleric4vampire and @otemporanerys!

Tagging @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @sinelaborenihilsr2 @angry-jager @dwarrowdams

Have been having a blast working on To Burn in Desire's Name over the long weekend! Thought I'd share a tiny, slightly spicier bit in which we observe Rolan, touch-starved and more down bad for Tav than he'd ever admit, getting off at the mere thought of hugging her.

This one's fairly straightforward and uh, short, lol.

As always, early draft, still tinkering, etc. etc. Non-explicit snippets from TBiDN here: Rolan With His Books, A Compliment and a Kiss

While he hadn't had the time or been of the mind to partner with any eligible locals, he wasn't one to neglect his needs. Just the other night, in fact, he'd— been thinking of Tav while he —tended to himself in bed. Never mind it was the same day he'd received a message from her telling him she was only a few days out from Baldur's Gate. That she was excited to see him.

He'd started working himself with slow strokes, but his claws were already biting into the sheets the moment he conjured her sweet voice in his mind, thinking of her arms around him, holding her close, breathing her in, her sighing into him, her— His orgasm hit him so suddenly he had to stifle his cries with his free hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he'd moaned into his palm as he spilled onto himself. The fastest he'd come in months, and to thoughts tamer than a hymn.

[fated-mates]

An episode for the old school romance readers in the audience, we're talking about kidnapping this week! A trope that either absolutely works for readers (aka us) or absolutely doesn't, we talk about why that is, how the original romances of the 80s and 90s installed these buttons and how we still see the bones of old school kidnapping in delicious romances of today. That, and Jen reminds Sarah of books she wrote one time.

[hoyotunes]

Burning Desires from Burning Desires MES, SL, Yang Wutao, Sān-Z, HOYO-MiX

[merry-andrews]

Fallen Angel Bradley;

After stealing a lighting bolt and gifting it to humankind (because Bradley has a heart of gold💛) he's banned from heaven and tho he lives between people for many, many years. Until he meets Jake in flight school (being an angel doesn't mean you shouldn't have a job!) Jake who is a little lost demon, banned from Hell because demons born from fire with a burning scar on their body, naming their human mate (isn't that true? Everyone of us has a little evil somewhere hidden inside that sometimes whispers things like; it's OK to eat more cookies right before lunch!🤭) but Jake's mate was an angel.

They become rivals, somewhere in the middle one argument leads to another, turns to yelling that echoes around empty locker room and Bradley rushes in, kisses Jake so hard to shut him up so it's how they start sleeping together ❤. They find out about their true identify but they still love each other!

Finally one day, Gods forgive Bradley for stealing fire and so he's given his wings to return but.. he decides to stay between people on Earth with his demon partner forever💗.

[gravesung-moving]

keon derege ( @icarusplunged ) & his love for jesper fahey ( @crowshoots )

[cloversdreams]

here for that vigorous training you mentioned, sir

[suckyoutothebone]

Let me in, I'm a fairy! don't you believe in fairies?

[byberbunk2069]

Opportunities (Let's Make Loadsamoney)

Veil tries to impress So Mi with her connections to Night City's underworld to try and secure a job for both of them

[irregularbillcipher]

woe! cringy absolutely-not-canon-to-my-fic fankid be upon ye

(aka, i'm still going through old art files, found a character design experiment from like a year back and decided to touch her up)

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Since when did shitting on male characters (who are victims, in whatever form they may come in) to promote female characters (who typically aren’t actively angry about what happened to them, as the “ideal” victim) become the defining feature of being a feminist comic fan

[myriamas]

who: @baashirdayne when and where: the gathering hall within hayford, prior to the noticed disappearance of lady mayya allyrion. the dornish courtiers finish up from an intimate dinner, each leaving the halls premises one by one. she is in a conversation with her brother when she notices the lord of starfall rising from his seat; they were the last three people in the room. soon two. context: following seeing lord jalabhar mooton's busted up face earlier in the day very briefly, myriam hears rumours of what has apparently happened, and spots the sword of the morning - it was time to ask upfront.

it was not rare or uncommon to hear the sounds of the lady of godsgrace's laughter bouncing from the walls in any room she stood within; most especially when she remained within the company of those she had always remained the most comfortable with. within the heart of hayford, a grand feasting hall that had dwindled in the number of their valyrian hosts and ended up being majority dornish folk, myriam allyrion had no way of knowing the darkness which occurred some passages away - and how life for house allyrion woudl change once again. at this moment, she remained seated closely beside her younger brother, listening closely to his experiences in encountering his previous lover's velaryon family; it was enough to cause her to grin, one that showed her teeth as she laughed over the rim of the goblet of her wine, almost pulling a face.

she would not say she had told him so, and yet still, never did she think there would have been an opportunity where they could have sat side by side and discussed such a matter together - not this one. it showed her that the world did go on, regardless of how much she lit it aflame in her words and in her actions; a slippery ideology nonetheless.

myriam reached forward slightly as a servant passed them by, continuing to hold goblets that would be of great convince to her: and whilst leaning forward, she almost slipped entirely out of the window seat she had comfortably nestled herself within. there was a rosy tint to her caramel kissed skin, reflecting in the burning of the hearth as the shimmer of her bindi remained in the middle of her forehead: and she reached forward to grab not one, but two extra goblets - presenting it to dastan almost as though she had secured a trophy for herself. for their house. for their parents. somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what her mother was doing in this very moment: the lady of godsgrace had refused to attend a summit within kings landing, going as far as to call her children deluded for doing so.

she wondered where her sister was, only for a moment though, before her thoughts became more fuzzy and hazy. she heard something about dastan knowing he should get himself to his chambers, and they kissed one another goodbye; though as she looked up, she noted another figure beginning to excuse himself from the social setting, joined with the bloodroyal of yronwood and the wyl of house wyl. how stern they all looked, myriam thought, the grin only spreading across her features more. "lord dayne!" her voice called, her mind suddenly going to something she had intended to speak to him of.

her voice was light and feminine as it carried over the hall, a renement of the passion that could be easily laced into her tone: gods knew jalabhar mooton had not deserved such a fierce beating. or he did. just not in front of many people, and how it could be argued to be traced back to her. she remained stood on one spot as he looked back over at her, and she merely raised one of the goblets with a cheeky smile on her features. he looked happy among his close companions, even if he did appear ever so stern; and when the spell broke, she began wandering her way over to him, purposefully taking her time. "i heard something of you this afternoon, my lord." and then she extended him the goblet, noting the way in which he looked at her. his smile was always enough to make her feel a fool.

how long would they be able to keep this up? how long would this bubble last before it was burst most horribly? she stepped forward, closing the distance between them slightly; her voice lowering now. "where were you this morning?" she asked, the smile making it apparent on her face that she was amused. as much as she should not have been. no doubt the wine had made her flowery, and yet she would have found it most entertaining, even if she were sober. but myriam allyrion sparkled and glowed like candlelight when she was intoxicated - until she did not. until the wax burned out, and the candle snuffed out.

[diaphanouso]

To Burn in Desire's Name

I've been cooking up a Rolan fic for the last eternity few months, and I'm so excited to finally share a little snippet from it! It started out as a sex pollen one shot (and still will be), but it's gained sentience and grown into a series that will include a sequel following the growth of Rolan and Ruby's relationship with themes of religious sensuality (she's a cleric and I will be leaning into that 😉); a fairytale-style one shot of Ruby's backstory as a child taken and "raised" by a hag; and a gothic horror story about Ramazith's ghost 👀

Anyway, here's a bit from the first fic, To Burn in Desire's Name, in which Tav (Rolan won't learn her actual name until later) leaves a sending stone in Rolan's desk, and that's how they communicate after she leaves the city (snippet contains no explicit content; also please be nice this is my first Rolan fic and it's still an early draft ty😅):

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Truth be told, he had come to live for these missives, to keenly welcome that most enchanting tingling in his mind, the firm, comforting weight of the smooth stone in his palm, the ghostly touch of copper filament, faint and delicate as a memory, and then: her voice, her laughter, clearer than his own thoughts, precious and intimate as a whispered secret.

This high, the air was as fresh as that in the gardens, the winds lending a slight bite to it. It had become a favorite place of late, a private, serene respite from all the goings-on about the tower. Up here, it was only Rolan and the falcons that wheeled above the city, their majestic wings forming a loose “M” as they rode the winds. Up here, he could let the stress fall from his mouth in a sigh. He could close his eyes, and he could open his mind, let Tav’s words roam freely.

Selune danced before the sun today… my soul still resonates from it

blackest night, but for a ring of brilliant gold — quite like your eyes

Rolan’s eyes fluttered open, bemusement creasing his brow. Selune danced before the sun…? What did it mean, and moreover, what did it have to do with his eyes?

He searched his mind. Other than what was relevant to his craft, cosmology had never been his strongest subject. Selune danced before the sun… Ah.

As a youth, he’d heard travelers spin tales of the moon passing before the sun, turning day to night. Back then, Rolan couldn’t conceive of such a thing, with Elturel's constant daylight. He’d known darkness, but only as something that occurred indoors.

The travelers had spoken of the phenomenon in hushed voices, their shuddering words suggesting terror and awe. But for Tav—and, likely, her fellow Selunites—it was Selune herself. Dancing. Rolan’s mouth tilted into a soft smile.

Tav’s message had had a hushed quality to it, too, but not from terror and awe. It was reverence and awe that Rolan had picked up in her thought-voice. She’d spoken of it like a sacred event. A gift from her goddess.

…and she’d compared his eyes to it. Not that that had to mean anything, of course, and truthfully, it had sounded like an afterthought. But… could anyone blame him if a blush blazed across his cheeks? Or if it called to mind that night at Elfsong a year ago? When Tav had paid him a compliment that made him smile any time he thought about it — which was often:

“I wish you could have seen yourself in that moment, when you rained arcane fury upon the bastard. You were righteous, incredible to behold, even fighting beside Dame Aylin.”

What came after, which he thought of just as often, also made him smile — and had provided Cal and Lia endless entertainment in the weeks that followed.

She leaned in close, and before he had time to recover from whatever alluring scent it was that she carried — honeysuckle? — she’d placed a soft, quick kiss on his cheek.

A kiss between compatriots, a polite peck that meant no more than a handshake or a clap on the shoulder. A brief, platonic gesture, nothing more.

Nevertheless, the tips of Rolan’s fingers found their way to his blushing cheek, where her lips had so briefly and platonically been.

[azurescaled]

Jensen Info

Name: Meryl Ó Mordha Alias: Jensen Species: Wraith Age:3,565 Sexuality: Demisexual Occupation: Mercenary  Birthday: March 21 Zodiac: Aries

Bio:

Jensen at one point in her life, was the daughter of knights, battle and waging war was in her blood from the time she could walk. She was raised with the intention of eventually joining the knighthood to work her way up through the ranks as her parents had done, and as her ancestors had done. She was a fairly serious child, no doubt due to her upbringing.

She officially joined a legion once she turned eighteen, and for years, found herself battling whatever enemy might have come her way, be it people looking to hurt those under her legion’s care, or in the name of the king who watched over their homeland. She had gained her fair share of scars, and had become a woman hardened by battle and struggle. Her eyes no longer holding the youthful spark that had always been present when she first became a knight. 

She had gained an infamous reputation among her enemies for her skill with swordplay, paired with her shield, she was considered almost unstoppable, and capitalized on any weakness her opponents might have had. Of course, her tactics might have rubbed some of her allies the wrong way, being considered dishonorable or sullied the reputation of knighthood, but in her eyes, as long as the people were safe and there were no significant losses, she would do whatever it took to win a battle.

In her early thirties, she was soon given command over her own legion of knights. Unlike most commanders, she fought alongside her men, not content with the change in life that came with the lack of active fighting. Of course, she’d gotten proposals for marriage, from dukes and barons of the land, all of which she rejected. It wasn’t until she met her husband in the middle of battle, watching him take down a group of opponents who had given her trouble. From there, a romance bloomed between them, slow at first, but the more they fought together, the better they came to knew each other. Sebastian and Jensen would later marry in secret, and eventually, would have a son which they named Liam together.

Now a mother, her presence on the battlefield diminished, perhaps that’s why her husband fell in battle, covering a retreat for his allies. His body was sent back, and committed to a funeral pyre. Losing her husband spurred her to take to the field once more, leaving her son in the care of her parents. Her fighting style was known to be a bit more wild, having an unspoken anger behind it. A rift formed between herself and her son, while they loved each other, she could be overprotective of him, and wanted him to stay out of the knighthood.

Eventually, she relented, and taught her son how to fight, but the rift never fully healed. Liam was a bit of a hothead, taking after his father. Driven by a desire to prove himself as a worthy successor to his parents’ legacy, would eventually cost him his life in a battle. 

Once that happened, Jensen snapped and renounced her connection to the knighthood. Driven by the desire for revenge, she made her way to the village of the men who had struck her son down. She started a battle that lasted for hours, resulting in her sword arm being crippled, an eye slashed out, and relying on her shield to simply kill whoever else had been around. On the brink of death, she wanted nothing more than to make her enemies feel the sense of loss that she had. And that was when she met Zachary, who imbued her with the power that came with being a wraith.

A being that was trapped between life and death, she resumed her rampage, burning the village down, and making the leader watch as everything he cared about was taken from him. Once she came to, her vengeance left her empty, and she decided to travel the world, after all, her homeland had nothing left for her. As time went on, she gained the title of The Immortal Blade, tales of a woman who carried a sword that could be set ablaze or took on the form of a scythe were passed around. Few met her, but those who had noted that she carried a sense of melancholy around with her.

[navree]

vicki vale and deathstroke and task force x all set to be in at least one episode of my adventures with superman? one cannot help but wonder.......

[gliideren]

gwen stacy tag dump !!

[par-slayyy]

Burning hill but it's my relationship to my passions and burn out