#northern exposure art

[nero-neptune]

she’s here for the job!

[sillyandquiteawkward]

still slowly making our way thru watching northern exposure. 10/10 would recommend. compelled me enough to draw fanart

[northernexposuregifs]

That's Aurora Borealis, Maurice. The northern lights. What, you don't like it?

[20y2]

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

3.13 Things Become Extinct

[tpeakphotos]

Moody clouds and stones off Pike's Point, an area on Eagle Lake near my home in northern California. Eagle Lake is very diverse in wildlife, scenery, and ecology and one of my favorite places to spend some time, whether holding a camera or a fishing rod! In my Etsy shop: https://buff.ly/48PFXeE

Prints and merch on demand: https://buff.ly/3tNaM4I

[dophineh]

California Northern Lights from the May 10-11th Solar Storm. (Mammoth Lakes, Latitude 37.7˚~)

[your-time-is-gonna-come]

just finished watching northern exposure and god damn i am grumpy with the ending and also the fact that theres only 105 stories on ao3

[icepixie]

(Source + more photos)

I don't know if Brand and Falsey ever visited Brownsville, TN, but if they did, then surely this was the inspiration for Chris Stevens's art projects, and perhaps Chris in general. It's called The Mindfield, and is an ongoing art project by a welder begun in 1989.

[nero-neptune]

maggie o'connell and the shrine to her many dead boyfriends

[djnick14-blog]

A small test photo trying to catch the northern lights (didn't succeed)

[letterkive]

Ala Ebtekar, Thirty-Six Views of the Moon (from the San Jose Museum of Art)

Cyanotype prints on found book pages exposed to moonlight.

Thirty-six Views of the Moon is a collection of night exposures, left from dusk till dawn and exposed by moonlight on book pages from texts referencing the moon and night sky spanning the last ten centuries. Working with photographic negatives of the Moon from the Lick Observatory archives in Northern California and treating each book page with Potassium ferricyanide and Ammonium ferric citrate (cyanotype) to make the surface of the page light-sensitive, the pages are then exposed overnight by the UV-light emitted by the moon. The work takes its cue from a poem by Omar Khayyam that imagines us as the objects of the Moon’s omnipresent gaze and, in response, produces a vignette of windows on the Moon that abstract the typical celestial gaze, merging galaxy with ground to collapse space and time. (McEvoy Foundation for the Arts)

[bunabi]

hi! maybe i'm reaching a bit here since i'm basing it off of your tag but would you like to elaborate what you don't like in da:v characters' designs? i saw the post you reblogged with someone's idea of emmrich and their comment resonates with me as there's something i dislike in our new companions but i can't really put it into words. they all look too smooth 🤕 and i'm afraid of being a hater in public atm lol

I don't think its hater behavior to acknowledge the new art direction 🥺 I understand OP's point

Me personally I love everyone's design concepts — their silhouettes remind me of the early DAI companion concepts where the shapes were more intentional/exaggerated. It makes them more recognizable and fun. (thank you @dragonagegallery for archiving this btw):

But on the 3D side of things, I agree, not a fan of the character models being one head shorter in Veilguard, though I'm getting used to it with time + exposure lol

Also, I couldn't pinpoint it until now, but they're so clean — no tattering, no weathering, no dirt, no signs that the characters work, sweat, or bleed in their outfits, aside from Davrin's pants having patches; compared to past companions its a noticeable difference

Probably a subtle nod to how Northern Thedosians actually wash their ass, but I wont lie, its a significant change. My fav designs from DAI & DA2 for comparison with my DAV faves:

[canisalbus]

a few quick questions on Machete, what breed is he? I love the angles of his snout and the proportions remind me of a borzoi though I don't think he is one. Also, does he have a set age for when he's a cardinal? I picture him to be around mid-30s or so. Wonderful art! love your stuff and find you an inspiration :)

He's a fictional breed called Podenco Siciliano, which is closely related to modern day Ibizan Hound (pictured below) and other Mediterranean rabbit-hunting podencos. I usually just default to calling him a sighthound since he's somewhat of a provincial mongrel and not meant to be purebred anyway.

As for the age, mid-30s sounds about right. I think the current timeline goes something like this:

0 - Born to a lower-middle class family in Sicily, father is a tradesman, has three older brothers. Generally considered a runt, is weak and sick all the time, parents suspicious of his unusual colors.

3 - Gets left at a monastery and raised by monks as a foundling. Nervous and meek kid, but the monks think he's endearing and do their best to support him. Is taught to read and write, which is a massive advantage at that day and age, and learns rudimentary Latin through exposure.

9 - Apprenticed to a Neapolitan priest, moves to southern part of mainland Italy (or Kingdom of Naples as it was called, it was ruled by Spain actually). Does chores and runs errands in exchange for education and experience.

15 - The priest gets elevated to a bishop and decides to sponsor Machete's further studies at an acclaimed university in Venice (in Northern Italy). There he studies theology, medicine, arts, law, philosophy and gets fluent in Latin and adequate in Greek. Befriends Vasco but their relationship is short-lived.

21 - Ordained a priest. Leads a parish somewhere in Papal States (Central Italy). Is generally well liked but doubts his career choice from time to time.

26 - Becomes a part of the Papal Court in Vatican, mostly because of the recommendations of his former mentor and professors, good reputation, excellent track record and sheer luck. Still a priest but assists bishops, cardinals and the pope himself directly. Moves to Rome. Becomes pope's unofficial confidant due to his obedient and hardworking nature and because of his lack of prestigious family connections that would render him a threat. Slowly starts to gain wealth.

30 - Created a cardinal (which is the second highest position in the church after the pope, and it's at the sole discretion of the pope who becomes one). Is also a bishop as a technicality. Handles administrative jobs, tons of paperwork, at some point he's in charge of a lot of the political correspondence and diplomatic missions. Still the old pope's trusted advisor but disliked by the majority of the cardinals, who see him as an outsider, sycophant and a potential disruptor of the status quo.

34 - Meets Vasco again. Vasco has become a succesful politician in Florence, he's married with three children.

38 - The pope dies and Machete's status falters. He starts to work with the Roman inquisition more. Oversees trials, torture, excommunications and executions of heretics, witches and most of all, protestants (since we're reaching Counter Reformation times and the Vatican is Very Worried about the spread of Luther's ideas). Isn't having a good time at all but keeps up the appearances. Gets infamous. The beginning of the true villain era.

40 - Grows increasingly more disillusioned with life and his ideals, as well as the corruption of the Curia. Burned out, paranoid and desperate. Uses scare tactics, extortion and legal trickery to expose and undermine his enemies, but gains them faster than he can keep up. Employs spies, thugs and assassins. Feared and loathed.

43 - Gets assassinated and dies in disgrace.

[paganimagevault]

Dian Kingdom 8th-1st C. BCE. Meant to post this one a long time ago but it took me forever to put together. I'm just going to post 30 images here, I got about 100 total on my blog. Link at bottom.

The Dian Kingdom was an advanced civilization in what is modern-day southwest China. It was occupied by the Han Dynasty and incorporated into China after that. From what I've gathered, the people of the Dian Kingdom were probably closely related to the Baiyue people from southern China and northern Vietnam. Wikipedia says they may have spoke a Tibeto-Burman language. I found it interesting that some of these people look Caucasoid though and were wearing clothing similar to Scythians. The image I compared of the Dian man to the Indo-Scythian has a similar facial structure, hat, and even the same type of pants (sorry, I don't have time to tidy up the comparison photos more).

The Dian art theme of the four tigers attacking an ox is found in the same pre-Han period among the Xiongnu at Aluchaideng, and a similar motif appears at Tillya Tepe a couple centuries later. The theme is the same but the style is very different, still it indicates a connection to these places of the world through trade and exposure.

Some of the scenes with soldiers show a variety of different equipment styles and certain subjects have distinct fashion styles (like the people wearing the items that make their ears look huge). I watched a couple documentaries on genetics of the Dian and they were only able to find genetic info for one person, who was identified as similar to the Baiyue people. I'll link those youtube videos in sources below. I assume these people were primarily related to modern day Vietnamese and southern Chinese (or other people nearby) but may have had close interactions with (and even immigrants from) Scythian cultures despite their distance from them, which is interesting.

From the videos: "According to the final count, the amount of bronze ware excavated from Lijia Mountain is almost half the amount of the Shang Dynasty bronze ware excavated in Yinxu, Henan."

[irene9900]

His Little Flame Part 2

Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Tsuguko!Reader NSFW

Part One

Description: After the recent passing of the Flower Hashira, Shinobu thinks it would be best for you to train under someone stronger, who is more capable of honing your abilities. You become Rengoku’s tsuguko, practically relearning everything you thought you knew.

CW: Survivor’s guilt, anxiety, panic attacks, hallucinogenics/drugs (demon art), canon typical gore and violence, teacher/student dynamic, pretend-marriage trope, assault (reader is grabbed by surprise), mentions of pregnancy and kids, intimate sex, consent king Kyojuro, body worship, praise (receiving), oral (receiving), P in V sex, accidental creampie.

^If I’ve missed anything please let me know^

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI

A/N: This took me longer than I anticipated to finish. It’s my first time legitimately writing smut and I couldn’t get the smut scene right in my head, it took quite a bit of rewrites until I got to this final product. Good news is part 3 is halfway written and the epilogue is complete.

Word Count: 3,500+

You felt bad for brushing past Senjuro in a hurry. Your body felt hot, legs threatening to give out at any moment. The walls felt like cages, trying to lure you in. You lost control of your breathing, face becoming flush with dread.

When you finally make it to your room, you crumple against the floor. The pit in your stomach made you nauseous. You pull your knees to your chest and finally let the sobs you’d been holding in out.

Millions of thoughts ran through your mind, unprepared to face him the next morning.

I just have to apologize and ask him to forget it happened, you thought, I let my emotions get the better of me. He’ll understand… hopefully.

You let yourself rest like that for a while. Slowly coming to terms with what happened, prepared to handle the outcome tomorrow would bring. Even when Rengoku came to check on you remained quiet, words unable to form off your mouth.

You weren’t entirely sure which one of them, or the both of them, who brought you dinner, with a small note attached. Please eat well, it reads.

——

In the middle of the night, it is not Kyojuro who awakens you, but your crow.

“Seven people have disappeared in the last two weeks from the same village in a northern town. Head there immediately before sunrise.”

You properly suit up before meeting Rengoku outside. You offer a meek ‘good morning’ before you both head off in the direction of the town.

——

To call this mission weird would be an understatement. You hadn’t even made it into the town before coming across two demons within a large clearing just within view of the town’s gates.

It’s too close to daylight to risk this exposure, you thought. Opting to make quick work of both demons, you grab the hilt of your sword, ready to pull it out before Rengoku stills your hand.

His eyes are trained solely on the demons, and he taps his ears for you to listen closely.

The demon closest to the both of you was in a crouched position, stuttering about the healing waters and delicious flesh.

The second demon was on his knees, chewing on the tips of his fingers. His rumblings sounded similar in comparison to the crouched demon. Muttering something about them tasting the best after they came from there.

Both were entirely unaware of your presence, lost in their own trance. It seemed like a drug, a blood demon art perhaps? But what kind of demon uses it against his own kind? Were they having hallucinations? Could demons get those if they go without flesh for a certain amount of time?

Fingers growled, a foamy mixture leaving his mouth. “Need more”, he chanted in a low voice, body turning in the direction of the village.

Your eyes widened, just what the hell is going on here? You instinctively backed up, foot landing on a branch with a sickening crunch. Finger’s previous fixation with the village had turned on you, as did the wellsprings demon. Fingers was faster than the crouched demon, launching himself towards you with great speed and power.

You quickly recovered your stance, pulling yourself into flame breathing’s second form. A quick slash upwards, body fully disintegrating before he even landed back on the ground.

As you finished up with Fingers, Rengoku disposed of the crouched demon. The sun was rising at this point, any other demons lurking in this field should’ve retreated by now or would be taken by the exposure soon enough.

The location the demons were in didn’t make sense. Why would they expose themselves in an open area close to daylight hours? It goes against their survival instincts. You split off from Rengoku, hoping to cover more ground in a faster time.

Luckily for you, the search wasn’t long. You followed the path towards where the demons were spotted. Your friend Fingers left behind a trail of blood for you to follow.

“Rengoku! I’ve got something.” You call out to him. He was a bit of a distance away, closer to the tree lining opposite of the town.

After waiting for him to reach you, you both follow the trail in the direction of the town. That much you knew already though.

“Any traces at the edge of the forest?” You ask.

“None. Whatever is happening, it’s all inside that town, we just need to narrow down where.”

“We can see if Finger’s trail leads anywhere specific.” You point to the splotches of blood painting the grass plains, fingers drawing a line in the direction of the town.

“Fingers?” He questioned, brows furrowing with a puzzled look.

“The demon I just took down. This is the trail it seems he left. Maybe it'll narrow the town’s search some.”

Unluckily for you, the trail stops a few meters from the main gate. You both share a look with each other, knowing this won’t be an easy mission by any means.

“I think it’s likely we could encounter one of the twelve here.” You state.

“If there is a possibility of a ranked demon being here, we’ll need to disguise ourselves a bit better than our slayer uniforms. There is a possibility we can catch them off their guard.”

Coming straight into the gate, he directed you both to a small clothing shop where you both exchanged your slayer uniforms for simple kimonos.

Rengoku held his hand out to you. You placed your hand in his, slightly confused.

“Your sword, Y/L/N.” He corrected.

You turned beet red, face heating up in embarrassment, quickly removing your hand and replacing it with your sheathed sword.

“Now, can I have your arm this time?” He asks.

You oblige, linking your arm in with his. Heart hammering in your chest.

“The best way to avoid suspicion is to pretend to be newly married.” He says, “many couples travel to celebrate their union. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. It’ll only be in public.”

Secretly, your heart soared at the thought of being married to Rengoku. Those thoughts, however, formed from excitement to dread, remembering the incident from yesterday. Guilt for entertaining the idea swept in.

“It’s fine Rengoku. We’re doing this for the mission. I should put any feelings aside and complete the mission.” You weren’t sure who was stung more by your harsh words, but he didn’t say anything more. Choosing to continue further into the town.

It was you who first broke the silence.

“Where should we start?” You ask, watching as he carefully scans your surroundings.

“Start with the locals. Keep your ears perked up for their hushed mumbles and whispers, they could likely know that something bad is happening, unless they’re meeting similar fates to our demons back in the field.”

You both glide along the streets, hoping your wandering eyes come off as a tourist marveling at her surroundings.

In front of a restaurant on a couple of wooden vegetable crates sat a short, older man. Accompanying him was a younger woman and man, who talked in hushed whispers.

“That’s the third person this week to have gone missing after soaking in the hot springs.” The old man mumbles.

“It was four last week. Two of them had just gotten married too, what a shame.” A second voice, a younger woman responded.

“Visitors are going to start catching on to the disappearances. The numbers seem to be increasing weekly.”

You exchange a small look with Rengoku before going up to the trio.

“Excuse me,” you say, offering a small bow, “we are unfamiliar with the area and would appreciate directions to an inn for us to stay at.”

“Ah, newlyweds! What a joy to see.” The older man smiles, “there are plenty of options on the other side of the gate where you came. Most of this side is older shops and residences.”

His newlywed comment made you blush, quickly averting your eyes. Kyojuro, on the other hand, used this opportunity to pull you flush with his side, draping his arm across your shoulder.

“Thank you sir.” You both bowed and turned to go back towards the direction you came.

The old man grabs onto your wrist, tugging you back slightly. Your eyes widen, stumbling a bit from shock.

In a low tone, he whispers, “stay away from the ones closest to the hot spring if you choose to stay here. Nothing good has come out of that inn in weeks.”

The young woman pulls his hand away, profusely apologizing for his behavior.

Bidding farewell, you head towards the exact place the older man warned you about.

“It feels like a ranked demon, but at the same time it’s confusing.”

“What is it, Little Flame?” He asks, peering to look at you.

“First there are the demons from the clearing.” You say, “the only explanation to me is a blood demon art.”

“One that had a powerful effect.” Rengoku confirms.

“Yes, but on their own kind. Rengoku, we are missing a big chunk of information.” You sigh, “there are too many unanswered questions.”

How are the townsfolk seemingly unaffected by the spell? Wouldn’t that be who the demon tried to control first? Many thoughts swirl in your head.

——

The area the old man warned you about resembled the rest of the town. Not a stone out of place, until you encountered a confused woman.

Her face was pale, bloodshot eyes widened from shock. Her muted green kimono stained with splotches of red, blood, she stumbled around slightly confused.

You rush towards the woman, grabbing her shaking wrists gently. You try to still her movements, but she tries to push past you as if you aren’t even there.

“Miss, is everything okay?” You peer up at her. She remained unaffected by your presence. That’s when you noticed the glossy look in her eyes.

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” The only words she kept repeating. An older woman rushed out of the door in front of you. She pushes herself between you two, grabbing the woman’s wrists from you.

“She’s not feeling well, she had a slip and fall during her stay at the springs, but she’s recovering. I don’t know how she managed to make it out of her room on her own. Let this be a reminder that one should always be careful of one’s step.” The woman waves you off, ushering the girl inside.

Not wanting to make a scene, you let her. It would disrupt all the progress you’ve made.

If she had an accident, why was she still in bloody clothes, the splotches didn’t match the injury either. Her injury would’ve most likely resulted in with more blood on one side of her kimono, the splotches were centralized, as if she was splashed with blood. Or did something to someone.

Rengoku places his hand on your shoulder, noticing your unease with the situation. Leaning down he whispers, “We will fix this.”

“We won’t be able to do anything until closer to sundown. It is best we rest.” He links your arms together again, guiding you to the closest one.

The man who greeted you all inside seemed human, despite his off putting demeanor.

“Welcome, welcome.” The man glees, “newlyweds, I presume?”

“Yes, we are.” Rengoku answers for the two of you, pulling you closer to him. “We’d like a private room.”

“I have the perfect room in mind.” The man states, gesturing for you to follow him.

As you’re walking the man rambles, “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors of our hot springs? Able to cure any type of ailment.” He stops in his tracks, leaning close to you, “many women who’ve struggled to conceive a child have been able to conceive quickly after soaking here.”

Rengoku immediately stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and the odd man. The innkeeper remains unfazed by the intrusion, resuming his ramble.

“Anywho, it is 1000 yen per night. Payment upfront.”

“How long would you like to stay, My Flame?” He turns his head towards you.

My flame, that was different.

“I think a week should suffice.” You reply. Plenty of time to investigate and take down the root cause of destruction, you hope.

“7000 yen and this room is yours.”

Rengoku hands him the payment without a second thought.

“If you’d like to soak in the hot springs, continue further down this hallway and turn to your right.” The man mimics the motions with his hands. “I do hope you enjoy your stay.”

The room was quaint. Already prepared futons lay on the floor. You lay against yours, feeling exhausted.

“There is one thing we do know at least.” You say.

“And that is?” He asks.

“The hot springs are the only connections between each encounter we’ve had.” You respond. Counting each encounter on your fingers as you explained.

“It seems we have a lead.” He hums, closing his eyes to think.

“Speaking of leads. That couple the old man was talking about, do you think that could’ve been the woman?” You ask, “maybe she’s still alive?”

“It’s entirely possible.”

“We are going to have to experiment ourselves if we want more answers.” You state.

“We can’t both get in, we don’t know what will happen. I will be the one to get in and you monitor me.” He counters.

“No. I will be the one to get in.” You argue.

“I can’t risk anything happening to you, Little Flame.” He looks at you tenderly.

“Neither can I! You’re the better fighter between the two of us. You’ll be more capable than me if something happens.”

“You doubt your abilities too much. You shouldn’t hesitate the way you do.”

“I don’t doubt my abilities.” You cross your arms, becoming flustered.

“Yes you do. That’s why you act brash and impulsive. You let the wrong things fuel you during a fight.” He remains calm while saying this, as if it’s a known fact. “You don’t trust yourself.”

“I do though.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?” He pushes.

“Because I’m in love with you.” You raised your voice. Your bold statement takes both of you by surprise. There’s no going back now, you thought, might as well let the entire truth now.

“I love you. The way you always take care of me, check in. Oh, the smiles you give me. I get butterflies each time,” you continue, “you are patient and just as kind. You are strong and full of determination. I admire your will and devotion, I admire everything about you.”

You take a deep breath, tears prickling your eyes, “Rengoku, I’m in love with you. I can’t tell you when I started to feel this way, but once I realized, my feelings for you deepened. I always wanted to be the best I could be for you.”

“Y/N, my little flame, you are already the best for me. I enjoy the time we spend together. We take care of each other.”

He grabs your hands gently, “We’re a team and that’s how I prefer it. You patch me up even with the faintest of scratches, and always check in on me as well. You are just as determined and strong willed, My Flame, if not more. There is a light inside your heart that will never extinguish.”

His hands move to your face gently cupping your cheeks. He wipes away the tears spilling from your eyes. “I love you, My Flame. Always have, always will.”

“Is it really okay for me to love you?” You whisper.

“It is if you’ll accept me.”

“Then kiss me please.”

He brought his face to yours, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His hands wrapped themselves around you, almost as if he was afraid you’d run away again. It was desperate, like this was the last opportunity he’d get to do so.

Your hands reach up his neck, running your fingers through his hair. You both break the kiss slightly, returning for air. Resting your foreheads against each other, eyes still closed.

“I love you Kyojuro,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you too.” He replies, pulling you in for another deep kiss.

You tug against the band of his kimono, trying to loosen it up. He pulls apart from your kiss, hands replacing yours as he undos the belt.

“Always eager My Flame.” He chuckles. You hesitantly push the fabric off his shoulders, gently tracing over his muscles and faint scars.

“May I undo yours as well?” He asks, fingers ghosting the fabric.

You nod and lean for him to do so, heart pounding in your chest. His hands work fast, not a glint of nervousness written on his face.

“May I take your kimono off of you completely, My Flame?”

You nod again, leaning back.

“Your words Little Flame.”

“Please Kyojuro. I want you.”

“As you wish.”

His fingers push under the gentle fabric by your shoulders, letting it cascade down to your wrists. Your nipples harden from the exposure of the cool air. You swore you could hear his breath hitch. His eyes traced up and down your body, taking in each curve. He knew that your typical uniform left little for the imagination, but to see you like this, completely bare for him felt different.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He states, leaning in for another kiss. His hands grasp your shoulders as he pushes you back against the futon gently. His right hand traveled down from your shoulder, gently cupping your breast, making you gasp against his lips.

“Do you like that, My Flame?” He murmurs against your lips, continuing to massage your breast. You moan in response. His lips move from yours, sliding down to your neck. He starts off with gentle pecks, then he licks one long stripe from your shoulder to just under your ear. He suckles on the skin, leaving faint red marks as he works his way down to your collarbone.

He pulls his head from your marked neck, proudly tracing his hand over the marks he made. He maneuvers himself between your legs, coming up to your neglected breasts.

He cups both tenderly in his hands, massaging gently. He pinches both of your nipples, eliciting another moan from you. He starts with your left breast, taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before letting go with a pop. Giving the same treatment to your right breast. Your hands grip his arms tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

He takes the left breast back in his mouth. Sucking tenderly. His hand returning to knead your right breast. You tried to stifle your unending moans, face flushed with heat.

He pulled his mouth away again, making you whine.

“Let me hear your pretty moans, My Flame.” He pinches your nipple, “I want to hear your pretty noises. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He trailed kisses down from your chest and stomach, stopping just before he reached your pussy, his hot breath against your core. You let out a needy whine when he pulled back.

“I want to make sure you’re still okay with continuing My Flame.” His fingers ghosted against your folds.

“Please Kyojuro. Please don’t tease me either.” You plead.

He spread your folds with his fingers, “My Flame, you’re already so wet for me. I bet you taste wonderful.”

Pulling his hand away, he continued his kisses where he left off, before delving straight into your folds, spreading them apart on his tongue this time.

You moaned loudly, hips bucking up into his face. He grabs your hips, tight grip stilling you as he licks long slow stripes up your folds.

“I was right, My Flame, you do taste delicious.” You wiggle in his grasp.

His mouth found your clit, sucking tenderly on the little bead. Breathy moans kept escaping your lips as you clasped on to Rengoku’s hair, tugging slightly. Legs shaking from all the stimulation he was giving you.

Your tugs on his hair had Rengoku growling against your pussy, stimulating you further. He pushed two fingers inside your hole, curling and uncurling them.

You could feel tightening in your stomach, a band about to snap. Your legs shook, toes curling in pleasure. “It’s too much.” You chant, pulling hard on his hair. He kept firm in his ministrations, until you gushed all over his tongue and fingers with a loud moan of his name. He laps up every bit, wiping the corner of his mouth when he finally sits up.

He pulls his kimono off the rest of the way off, leaving him completely bare to you. Your eyes drift to his member, red and swollen.

“Do you still want to continue, My Flame?”

You nod, spreading your legs further for him. He grips your thighs, pulling them on top of his. He grabs one of your hands, interlacing it with his, using his other to position himself at your entrance. He looked up at you, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You squeeze his hand, “Kyojuro, I’m ready. Please take me.”

“Tell me if it hurts at all, My Flame. I’ll go slow.”

“I promise I will.”

He slowly pushes the tip in, watching as your face scrunches up with discomfort. He leans down, capturing you an a small kiss as he bottoms out.

“I love you Y/N, My Little Flame.”

“I love you too Kyojuro.”

He envelopes you in another kiss, slowly pulling out, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting back in again at the same slow pace.

“My beautiful girl is so wet for me. I love it.”

“K-kyojuro.” You moaned, still not used to the dirty words coming from his mouth.

He kept a slow pace, watching as you writhe in pleasure, airy moans leaving your lips.

“F-faster, Kyo, please.” You beg, hips bucking up into his at a sloppy pace, “I need it.”

He obliges, hands coming to your hips to steady himself as he began to pound into your wet pussy. All that could be heard from the room was the slapping of skin, coupled with your cries of his name and his breathy grunts.

Nearing his climax, he pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing circles as he continued to pound into you.

Your legs curled around his back, hands gripping on to the sheets underneath you as you came on his cock with a loud cry of his name. The way you convulsed around him had him cumming unexpectedly inside you, unable to pull completely out beforehand.

He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum leaks out of you.

Rengoku lays down next to you on your shared futon, pulling your body flush with his. With his left, he adjusts the blanket over your nude forms. He locks hands with yours, thumbs gently rubbing yours.

That’s when the emotions you had been keeping locked away broke apart. Tears stained your cheeks, small sobs coming out.

“My flame, is something wrong?” He leans up slightly, trying to get a better view of your face.

“Sometimes it’s hard, Kyojuro.” You creak out.

“What is My Flame?” He responds, hand coming to cup your face.

“I scare myself. I tell myself I’m not allowed to feel enjoyment in life. I feel guilty each time. The time we first kissed, I felt that guilt wash over me. I thought I was going to be sick. I was ashamed in myself for enjoying it. Wanting more. Wanting you.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. Shame burning through your core.

“It’s silly of you to think that way Little Flame. You’re alive but you’re choosing to act as if you’ve passed on. You can’t live in a shadow of the past. Progress doesn’t get made that way.”

“You’re right, but I’m still opening that udon shop, to honor them.”

“I’ll be right next to you every step of the way.” A small smile forms on your lips.

“That reminds me, I know of a better taste tester.” You tease.

He laughs, “and who is better than me to be your taste tester.”

“Kanroji.” You say matter-of-factly.

“You may have a point there.” He laughs, pulling you close against his chest, “let’s try and get some sleep before nightfall.”

He nestles his head in the crook of your neck, both of you falling asleep in each others arms.

[pierrot-dokki]

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Background: The rumour mill has it that Gwynevere is not born of her pure-blood parents, but was a stolen magical baby from a muggle couple. Her parents would fervently deny the claims, though some people would swear they saw Gwynevere with different coloured hair and eyes…

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★ Fun Facts ★

Feiyun (翡雲) is her Chinese given name, which means jade in the clouds.

Her last name is Murong (慕容 | moo-rohng), taken from her paternal grandmother.

She is of Northern Chinese descent from her maternal grandmother and Southern Chinese from the rest of her family (at least, according to official records anyway).

Her parents told her to pack up one day and they left for the British Isles later that afternoon. She didn’t know why.

When unable to control her emotions, her transfiguration magic wears off. Her hair turns ginger and her eyes turn blue.

Big on keeping up appearances. At least that’s what has been ingrained in her mind since childhood.

Her parents are both brunet(tes). If anything, her ginger hair makes her stand out, and that is not good (to her).

She calls Maomao her ‘red-haired good boy’ ;)

Her first exposure to flying on broomsticks was when she moved to the UK, as witches and wizards back in her home country fly very differently.

She immediately fell in love with flying on a broomstick and flies whenever she can, much to the chagrin of her parents.

Transfiguration may be her favorite subject, but Gwyn always looks forward to attending Beasts classes because she looks to Prof. Howin for guidance.

However, it is not necessarily her best subject. She is more excited to attend a class taught by Prof. Howin than about the subject itself.

While more skilled in Transfiguration, she has a knack for Herbology as well due to her father’s work as a herbologist.

During school breaks, she is not allowed to leave her parents’ estate unless under close supervisions, though she is rarely granted permission to leave.

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a little introduction to my oc! she’s all i can think about lately and i can’t wait to do art trades with people ♡