#ascendinghatred

[nessblessed-moved]

@emblembound / @ascendinghatred replied to your post “Currently taking applications for a new girlfriend and boyfriend. No...”

*pushes Berkut over*

Sorry guys. Going to go be the evil queen of Rigel. See you all in Hell.

[jasperlion]

@ascendinghatred replied to your post

queue Berkut snickering in the background.

/gestures to his eyes with his left index and middle fingers, then points at Berkut

[f-ortuity]

@ascendinghatred + @jasperlion

          “...”

[sinstobetold]

“ I could spend all day between your legs…” - for Rinea~

Berkut speaks in a husky groan between methodical thrusts, and despite the fact that they are already in the midst of passion, it still makes her feel embarrassed. Rinea stammers and cant hardly reply, but she lifts a hand as if to cover her face and the fact that she was blushing-- though one could hardly tell given their position.

He noticed, though. Even though she was enjoying it, even though her delicate, pale knees were still spread wide for his rather determined pace, she felt bashful.

“Rinea?” Berkut slowed his rhythm, propping himself up better on an elbow. His other hand moved to cup her thigh and caress his thumb over her soft skin. “My love, are you embarrassed?”

Since he had known her, Rinea had always been reserved. A young women who deserved so much better, but had been raised under a heavy veil of shame. She’d come to his bed the definition of a virginal bride, but wedding vows did not mean it was so easy for her to let go of all the harsh lessons she’d been taught.

So when her eyes fluttered to the side, he knew that she was, indeed, feeling a touch of something self-conscious. 

“N-No, I... I just... uhm... its--” she stumbled over her words, due in part to how difficult it was to uphold a cohesive conversation when he was still plunged halfway inside her. 

“What I said?” he urged her, though his cock was throbbing and desperately wanted to continue. “I mean every word I say, even in our throws.”

Rinea’s other hand came to cover her face too then. “I... Berkut--”

Something in him understood. Even if she didn’t. It was one thing to enjoy their consummation, another to vocalize it. And he couldn’t expect her to be completely accustomed to such talk when they weren’t even a week into their honeymoon.

So he smiled and he lifted his hand from her leg, to instead gently move her own hands away from her cheeks. 

“No no no~” he cooed, shifting a bit so that the arm he supported himself on could slip beneath her hair-- which was loose and wild over the bedsheets. With his other hand, he laced their fingers together and pinned her hand against the bed gently. “No hiding, love. This is what I meant when I said... that I wanted you be comfortable with us.”

Rinea looked up at him and even though he couldn’t feel her pulse, he knew that her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. Meeting her gaze, seeing her grey eyes, overcome with love and lust, made his erection ache all over again. 

“Look at me,” he instructed, voice a special kind of soft that only she would ever hear. “Don’t look away. Don’t hide from me.”

Rinea nodded, but her gaze did not waver. She looked into his dark irises and her hand squeezed against his. “Berkut...”

It was tempting to kiss her, but that would break the connection, and he wanted that for her. For himself. Slowly, he rocked his hips against her, finishing his halted thrust and watching her face, her eyes, as she gasped with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Do you feel me? Can you feel my love for you?”

“Yes--” she answered in a gulping breath. “I love you, Berkut.”

“I know you do,” he assured her, bucking a bit harder now as he resumed their initial pace. “I can tell... Because there is nothing sweeter than the feeling of being inside you.”

For most, such sentiments were playful or flirtatious. But as Berkut repeated his sentiments, each time rutting deeper against her, it was more than just to arouse. 

“Because you are beautiful, Rinea,” he huffed, but never broke the lock of their eyes. “Every inch of you is a blessing.” Not a sin, he didn’t say, but he thought. Nothing about you could ever be shameful.

There was nothing to muffle her when he brought her to a shuddering climax. He liked it that way. Unhinged, sated, and all for him. Her eyes fell to a hazy half-lidded state, but she never looked away. She held onto his gaze with each buck of his hips, and only squeezed his hand tighter as he murmured lustful sentiments through his own completion.

“...I could spend all day between your legs,” he whispered again, cupping her face with one hand as he caught his own breath. “You are everything, Rinea.”

And while she squirmed just a bit in his arms as he said it, she didn’t hide her face this time. Because it wasn’t unseemly or shameful to say such things. Not now. Not when they were finally married.

“You are my everything too, Berkut,” she answered instead, smiling softly. “And I... I suppose that is... what a honeymoon is for. Is it not?”

At that, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked one-sidedly. “My Lady, are you teasing me?”

“N-No! I would never--!”

The answer didn’t matter, because he kissed her quiet and began to make good on his claims to never leave her legs unattended.

[caraidean]

Plot Call starter for @ascendinghatred

It had been an incredibly long time since Clair had last started to doubt her faith in Alm. After all...look at everything that he had accomplished. Ended a war, saved two nations, slain a mad god, travelled across the seas and defeated a monstrosity that some madman had created - granted, with help, but it had always been by his hands ultimately. Save for those times it was Celica...but then again, the two were essentially the same person these days.

But some things nagged at the pegasus knight's mind. Ever since they'd just turned into rulers of a peacetime nation instead of a wartime commander, she was starting to think that perhaps Alm's judgement was...slipping. Mostly because there always seemed to be disputes the two of them couldn't solve, some battle between Zofiain and Rigellian traditions that could not be resolved peacefully. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head with a sigh as she stormed through the hallways. This was different, however - this was going too far.

The healers had assured her that Clive would be alright in a month or two, but it had still been harrowing to see that 'peaceful convoy' he was leading return with arrows and blood coating the survivors. She was starting to feel a little guilty that she had torn into Alm with such verbal abandon, but as she stewed in her resentment she wasn't quite ready to go and apologize yet.

So the commander of Valentia's pegasus knights was storming around the courtyard, kicking ill-tempered at the dirt and hoping nobody heard the distinctly not noble words she was muttering under her breath. It was almost a relief when she stumbled across the one person in the castle who disliked Alm as much as she did right now - even if her hate was temporary, it would be good to have someone marginally sympathetic to speak to.

"Oh, Lord Berkut. Thank Mila." Clair let out an overly dramatic sigh as she stamped up next to the widowed Rigellian prince, glancing him up and down for a moment. He seemed in ill temper...nothing out of the ordinary, then. "Perhaps you may be a bastion of sanity for the moment. The moment the Emperor does something wrong and everyone is stumbling over themselves to excuse him for it rather than holding him to account! Can you believe it?"

[devotedrigelianflower]

“Lord Berkut! It’s so wonderful to see you again. May we be able to walk around the gardens here in Askr together?”

//Of course Rinea would be happy to see Berkut really. Thanks for the follow! @ascendinghatred

[sorrcerii-moved]

Boss Fight!

Tagged By: @ascendinghatred Tagging: Y’all

LEO, Dawnborn Student, can be unlocked as a playable character by paying EA $80!

Location: Ghostly Forest

Ability: Magical Shout

Quote: "I won't hold back this time."

“I...suppose the magic aspect of this is some what on point. But why exactly are people PAYING for my assistance?”

[indumasname]

Celica as a Boss Fight

Tagged by: @ascendinghatred Tagging: @jasperlion, @briarsprince, @fiat-ignem, and whoever else wants to do this :V

Celica, Dawnborn Sorcery, is often a popular cosplayer at local conventions.

Location: Grand Cathedral

Ability: Vicious Bind

Quote: "Talk is cheap. Fight me!" 

She’s... not quite sure what she should say...

[gaileon]

♦ - yo punk

penny for his thoughts

✦ —— ❛ what could i do…? what am i supposed to do…?! ❜

[echoedfates-archive]

“Something about Autumn just makes me melancholy.” - Fernand!

“You are not the first to tell me that, my lord. In fact, last autumn an old fri- acquaintance of mine said nearly the same thing, word for word. Perhaps it is the end of summer that causes that? Regardless, this seems like the ideal weather to ask Lady Rinea out for a walk, does it not?”

[fatedsummoner]

@ascendinghatred continued (x)

The history and customs of the Heroes worlds were interesting to Kiran, there were a variety of similarities and differences when the subject of royalty came along Kiran tended to be rather avoidant of the subject uncertain how they would take to the structure of his world.

Nonetheless felt curious of the proper way to address those of higher station, especially if things happened and was forced into their world.

Kiran cannot blame Berkut for his sarcasm and boredom, given the way the man was brought. How they were all summoned to Askr to fight in a war for free-will and freedom, the methods used could have been better made unfortunately, they did not have that luxury. 

“Lord Berkut,” He decided to humour him. “I asked mainly because I was curious. Back in my world, different countries and such have different forms of address and titles, so I was wondering how things were done where you were from.”

[jasperlion]

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nO.

[devotedrigelianflower]

Rinea’s Birthday Bash - Last Day (And it’s now Mun’s BDay!)

@jasperlion, @yumispelled, @convxction, @fatedcomrades, @unwaveriinghearts, @sireneia, @galdrgraced, @gaileon, @cavaliant, @sorrcerii, @vallablooded, @azelfire, @one-forall, @heroslucidum, @tomestobetold, @tomeofwanderers, @of-invisible-ties, @ascendinghatred, @awakenedprince, @archersmight, @despotbled, and anyone else who likes Rinea! //or the ones the mun may have forgotten to tag 

~*~

“This is the last day and I just wanted to say thank you all so much for making Lady Rinea feel very loved. It’s probably the first time she had fun in a party like this. She got so many beautiful flowers that she is currently surrounded and buried in them but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mind.”

“...I’m not sure what to do with all of these flowers but I’ll figure it out!” Rinea was working on finding the little notes attached to the flowers to get the names but also having a fun time being in the flower pile. 

“You are the Empress of Flowers that’s for sure. Anyways let’s just have a good time today and keep on giving Lady Rinea your love and gifts!” 

//Hey guys! So today is my birthday! I have had so much fun doing this blog of Rinea with a splash of Josepine to add some fun to her life. Thank you all so much for just letting me be me and I look forward to more fun events on Tumblr. I love you guys!

~*~

[jasperlion]

@ascendinghatred [ x ]

    Normally Berkut isn’t one to take the high road. And technically, he doesn’t. He’s certainly said worse to Alm in the past without remorse or apology. And he has half a mind to throw it back in his face,  returning insults in turn.

    But oooh the opportunity to watch Alm forced to say he’s sorry and for Berkut to look better in the eyes of his uncle? Alm’s own father?

   Why, that’s an opportunity he simply can’t pass up. He waves his hand in dismissal.

   “ Water under the bridge, cousin. Consider it forgotten .”

   The sincerity in his tone is juxtaposed against the self-satisfied smirk on his face.

This truly is a test of patience. Duma, give him strength to hold back and not throw a punch at that smug guy’s damn face—!

Surely, Alm knows that his cousin hardly means it and is likely laughing it up now, coming out of the harmless name-calling like a hapless and tormented victim. The one time he starts something, and it’s when his Father is now present and among them. ... A test of patience, Alm. Don’t let it get to you.

A smile falls on his face, familiar and sincere, despite his anger boiling within. Sure, he’s mad at Berkut, and certainly the response was probably faked for whatever gain Berkut saw of this (looking good, probably), but a part of him couldn’t help but childishly grasp at the opportunity that, perhaps, this would lead to them at least getting along more in the future.

“... Thank you, Berkut. I’ll be sure to watch myself in the future.”

He was sure that, the moment his Father turned their attention from them, Berkut’s nastier habits would show themselves once more. As much as he wished he could explain this all to his Father, Alm doubted the man would take his side of things anyway, not to mention believe his word. ... He could take it, he was made of stronger stuff.

[jasperlion]

@ascendinghatred replied to your post: @devotedrigelianflower replied to your post: ...

Berkut vc: “I don’t.” // lies. he has mommy/daddy/uncle issues

“Oh, definitely. Totally. Absolutely don’t.” 

Ah, as Berkut himself would put it. Lies, lies lies, lies!!

[jasperlion]

@ascendinghatred replied to your post “dOES ANYONE ELSE NEED A HUG? EMBRACE? ”

"...don't touch me."

“Would never dream of it.”