#raven's hourglass

[theravequeen]

Hi Tumblr!!! Today I bring you, toxic dragon yaoi!!

Tomorrow? Who knows,,,,

(these looks similar but one has no filters)

[trippygalaxy]

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Possessed(?) Linebeck and injured Sir raven? My beloveds?

Second try at uploading this, hopefully tumblr doesn’t fuck it up 😭😭😭

[ki1ldeer]

I’m kind of on an art roll rn idk

[sigery]

Chaos might need to upgrade to spider status and get a 3rd pair of arms. He has eight to nine bodied kids (since Bone & Marrow rarely separate and og Eclipse's adoption isn't kind of pending still). Vortex has his pouch but Chaos probably needs the extra hands still to hold all the babies.

[bookdragonfruit]

A Memento Mori tattoo design I just did

[waywardsalt]

goddddd i wish there was proper sheet music for phantom hourglass’s ost i want to see what bellumbeck’s theme looks like on paper

[trippygalaxy]

Me

Between linebeck and sir Raven?

In heaven

[sigery]

Chaos with his 8-9 kids (Bone & Marrow kinda flip-flop between being singular or plural): *is holding two large bags of metal and what looks kind of like a staff bot head sticking out of one with his lower hands.*

Slug Shattered Bloodmoon: *being held against Chaos' chest in one of his upper hands.*

Blue Moon: *standing by his side awkwardly holding the end of a child leash because he is the only one besides Chaos who won't fall over if pulled*

Ravenous: *wants to play but is thankfully not tugging on the leash too hard*

Glitter: *carrying Bone on his shoulders because he wanted to be taller*

Bone: *playing with Glitter's rays impatiently*

Vortex: *Half hidden in his pouch, trying to nap*

Black Star: *wasn't given a choice about coming... probably has Wisp being a scarf*

Hourglass: *standing next to Glitter, looking bored. Has a fidget toy*

if he ever met them, Red will insist that the other people who have adopted a Shattered Bloodmoon come over to his dimension for holidays. they're technically family! they count!

Ray (Sun) is meanwhile lowkey losing his mind over it. this extended family is getting out of hand. Phase is inclined to agree, Blaze's adopting shenanigans were bad enough. at least it makes his little sibs happy.

Reds so happy to see his tiny run around with the pack. They pester red to join them in running around and having fun. They’re in a pack, they should have fun in the pack too!

[icanseethefuture333]

How does the planets you have in your first house in astrology affect your physical appearance?

How planets in the 1st house affect your physical appearance 🖤

Sun in the 1st house:

Overall feline features. There are two types. Some resemble a kitten, while others resemble a lion. Face shape tends to be oval, diamond, or heart. Their face is long in length and they have a tall nose with a triangular nose tip. Eyes can be upturned and curious, or narrow with a soft gaze. Their skin tone is very vibrant and they tan or get sun burned easily in comparison to others. As they age, they tend to get smile lines or aged wrinkly skin, sun spots are noticeable as well. Body type usually has a singular prominent feature, something about it just stands out, whether that is their height, curves, or physique. They can either have a pear shaped body or be short and stocky in stature. They often have long arms and thick legs. Hair tends to be shiny and voluminous as well.

Celebrities: Doja Cat, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Azealia Banks, Brenda Song, Markliplier, Robert Pattinson, Donald Glover, Joshua Bassett, & 21 Savage

Moon in the 1st house:

Soft, full, rounded facial features. Round face shape. Cheekbones tend to be rounded in shape or something about the cheeks looks “fleshy”. Eyes are big and round or beady looking. The flesh of their nose is thick and you are less likely to see the bone. Round lips, almost as if they’re puckering them. They often have pitch black hair or look best with darker hair colors for it contrasts with their luminescent eyes and glowing skin. Side profile resembles a crescent moon 🌙 . They tend to get “pudgy” in the face as they gain weight. Body type is usually very curvy and luscious, leaning towards an hourglass figure with large breasts and softer bellies. The men are likely to gain muscle in their pectorals and have a rounded frame. They are more likely to gain weight due to emotional eating.

Celebrities: Jihyo, Kali Uchis, Cardi B, Aishwarya Rai, SZA, Baekhyun, Ashton Irwin, Cameron Dallas, Jussie Smollet, & Doyoung

Mars in the 1st House:

Big heads!!! Their heads may be bigger in proportion to their bodies, especially if it’s aspected by Jupiter (Christina Ricci has both Jupiter and Mars in the 1st house and she looks like a real life Blythe doll). Rectangular or square face shape, their jawline tends to be square and angular. Prominent cheekbones with full cheeks. Almond shaped eyes, thin noses, and wide mouths. Martian body types tend to be average in weight or very athletic and strong in muscle. The women have a rectangle body shape while the men are buff and have wide shoulders (apple shaped). Likely to have a scar or bruise on their body from an incident (sports injury or car accident). They often have a “healthy” look. Most of these people have “baby skin”! Their skin is so clear and majority of the time is free from imperfections. Martians have a youthful factor to their beauty due to Aries being the youngest zodiac sign, so as they age, they look very young or have this “forever young” quality about them.

Celebrities: Megan Fox, Erykah Badu, Anne Hathaway, Miranda Cosgrove, Raven Symone, Jackson Wang, Andy Samberg, John Legend, Niall Horan, & Kai Cenat

Venus in the 1st house:

Very luscious facial features! Their face is more alluring in comparison to other planets in the 1st house, similar to lunar people, they both have full features. The difference is that Venusians’ features are more balanced and harmonious. They could fit the “beauty standard” so to speak or their beauty sets trends. Sultry eyes, can have a shimmer to them or they tend to sparkle when it comes to discussing or seeing the things they love. Sloped nose bridge. Plump lips. The men have full beards or a signature mustache, blessed with a nice jawline. Their facial structure has a mix of feminine and masculine elements (sharp and rounded). Oval face shape. When they are young, their body is thin and rectangular, but as they get older, their curves start to spread out, especially when they have children. Small waists with a prominent bust and wide hips. Big butts! Venusian men tend to be smaller in frame but taller than Martian men. Their bodies look balanced and they are often average in height and their shoulders might be more narrow as well. A Venusian man will look more delicate and charming, while a Martian man will look cheeky and mischievous.

Celebrities: Angelina Jolie, Beyoncé, Meagan Good, Olivia Rodrigo, Keke Palmer, Zayn, Ben Affleck, Frank Ocean, Charles Leclerc, & Odell Beckham Jr.

Mercury in the 1st house

Fairies!!! They are so miniature and cute! Mercurians have a “gamine” or “ethereal” essence their beauty. Petite with an otherworldly and boyish charm. Asymmetrical or androgynous features. The men are often spotted with long luscious locks and the women with short hair (especially pixie cuts). If worn long, their hair is thin and sleek. If tall, their necks are long like a swan’s, resembling an alien’s body, they tend to be very lanky. Short torso and long legs. Eyes are very curious and “awake”, one eye might be bigger than the other. Lighter eye color. Tiny mouthes with bigger teeth. Very attractive smiles. They can have freckles or moles. Mercurian women’s curves are slightly noticeable and their shoulders tend to be sharp or angular. Mercurian men are very tall with prominent Adam’s apples.

Celebrities: Selena Gomez, Gigi Hadid, Zooey Deschanel, Anya Taylor Joy, Simone Biles, Christian Ronaldo, Hozier, Mark Tuan, Bryson Tiller, & Alexander Wang

Saturn in the 1st house:

The ones who look like they’ve seen some shit. Saturnians have a darker and intense look to their eyes. If they are healed, their eyes can be very magnetic and draw you in, if they are in a place of turmoil, their eyes reflect the pain they feel inside. Often spotted with heavy eyeliner or a dark Smokey eye. Triangle or oblong face shapes. Eyes can be narrow and slanted eyes, with small pupils, or large downturned eyes. Visible aging is often due to addictions, physical stress, and trauma. Tall stature with a petite bone structure. They can gain “healthy weight” meaning they look less sharp and softer once fat is accumulated. Apple or inverted triangle body shape, physique can look “wider” as well. Muscles are prominent in triceps and thighs. Average to tall in height.

Celebrities: Britney Spears, Lana Del Rey, Tracee Ellis Ross, Cher, Zoe Saldana, Adam Levine, Kevin Hart, Usher, Pedro Pascal, & Travis Barker

Jupiter in the 1st house:

The wild child. Tousled hair, hooded eyes, wide noses, and big smiles. Everything about their features and facial structure is prominent. Bigger foreheads as well. They stand out in the crowd with their effortless style. Often muscular, wide in bone structure, and/or tall. If short, they wear platform heels and chunky boots. Jupiterian women have a big butt, thick legs, wide hips, and their waist leans towards square-ish. Bust grows bigger with age or after pregnancy. While the men also have a squared waist and have big hands and big feet. Something about their presence is daring and strong, they are more adventurous in terms of style and pull off the best risks in fashion. They are also statuesque, if it’s not their height or muscles, their aura dominates the room.

Celebrities: Rihanna, Jennie, Millie Bobby Brown, Willow, Hailey Baldwin, Harry Styles, Big Sean, Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, & Jaebum

Uranus in the 1st house:

Girl/boy next door type of beauty. Something about their appearance feels natural and familiar. To some, they are viewed as just average or they could have needed to grow into their looks (they experience a glow up as they progress into puberty). Could have experienced bullying on the internet or faced a lot of criticism from their peers for their unique looks or personal style. May have been “forced” to become “conventionally attractive”. Close set eyes, droopy noses, and thin lips. Prominent aegyo-sal or fatty eye bags. These natives are likely to get plastic surgery at some point in their lives because they are constantly judged for their insecurities (poor babies :(!). If they learn to embrace their flaws, Uranians can have so much potential with their unique appearance and can stand out in a crowd that’s pressured to fit into the beauty standard. Experimental in style and may suit “futuristic” makeup. Body tends to fluctuate in weight or their shape seems to change overtime (naturally or cosmetically). Likely to have tattoos, birth marks, or scars visible on their body.

Celebrities: Ariana Grande, FKA Twigs, Kylie Jenner, Rosalia, Soyeon, Jungkook, Chris Evans, Kid Cudi, Jimin, & Tom Brady

Neptune in the 1st house:

The dreamy ones. Something about their appearance people obsess over and fantasize about. Can be over romanticized by people who are romantically interested in them and unfortunately, this diminishes the beauty that they possess inside. Shapeshifters - Neptunians can change their appearance however they desire. Identity complex issues. They wear a mask to hide their insecurities and can often create an alter ego to be deemed as more confident. Alluring eyes, button noses, and heart shaped lips. Heart or diamond face shape. Wide cheekbones and narrow jawline. Eyebrows tend to be thick or bushy unless groomed, similar with men’s facial hair, it can sprout quickly like a weed. Their undereyes or cheeks may have lines or they have noticeable smile lines. Body type leans toward curvy and average in height. Hourglass or they are more likely to wear corsets to cinch their waists. Men are balanced in proportions.

Celebrities: Adriana Lima, Kim Kardashian, Kelly Rowland, Emma Chamberlain, Mila Kunis, Sebastian Stan, Denzel Washington, Norman Reedus, Dave Franco, & Taecyeon

Pluto in the 1st house:

Melancholic beauty. Arched eyebrows, sanpaku eyes, dorsal hump or hooked noses, & puckered lips (looks like they’re getting ready to kiss?). Hair is usually thin and long, with a slight bend or curl. V line face shape. Some can look similar to a bird, a crow more specifically. Swarthy skin complexions. Either very pale or darker skinned. Cool undertones. Their hair and skin lack contrasts, very muted and muddled together. Their eyes are their most prominent feature. Inverted triangle body, wider shoulders or fuller busts. Hip dips are visible as well (yes I know everyone can have them but these people flaunt their natural body very proudly!). Thicker in weight or they feel confident as they grow into their “grown woman/man” body. Men tend to give a “smoulder” look or have flirty expressions.

Celebrities: Lily Rose Depp, Nicole Sherzinger, Melanie Martinez, Sydney Sweeney, Mitski, Justin Bieber, Keanu Reeves, Kendrick Lamar, Jaden Smith, & Idris Elba

[cutiepieloves131]

Rohini & Ashlesha ruling over, "The Siren Archetype"

Siren means a seductively beautiful or irresistible woman, especially one who beguiles men with a alluring voice but is also very dangerous.

I observed for the past few months of female celebrities who are considered to be "Sirens" and the two nakshatras that arose the highest in a lot of these women big 3, big 6, atmakaraka, lagnesh, or ascendant lord were Rohini and Ashlesha! In my opinion it 100% makes sense because Rohini and Ashlesha are known to be the most seductive nakshatras.

Rohini is naturally a seductive and alluring nakshatra, they have a huge amount of magnetism and irresistibility. Many perceive them to be docile and innocent which is a little true but at the same time Rohini individuals have a beguiling dark side and it's shown through fashion, makeup, and mannerisms. Their hypnotic snake-like eyes and allure will lure you in like a moth to a flame.

Ashlesha possess an tantalizing and enticing quality that's hard resist with a lot of people deeming them as incredibly sexy beauties. Their aura and the way they talk is very tempting almost attracting everyone towards them in just one minute. They already are rule the dark feminine aesthetic and the Siren eyed look, the gaze is hypnotizing and captivating. Ashlesha women are extremely powerful seductress.

Another thing that Rohini and Ashlesha have in common is the power attraction able to pull masses with ease due to their enthralling and entrancing talents and they're both connected to snakes which grants them seduction and hypnotism, but also snakes has connections to water too some snakes know how to swim and those that are born with snake yoni nakshatras can be excellent swimmers and sensual dancers. Snake nakshatras make great singers, they have breathy, sultry, and trance-inducing vocals. Both of these nakshatras tend to attract people that want to abuse, and take advantage of them because of their beauty, charm, and seductiveness. It's similar to a snake it'll be minding its own business just passing through and then all of a sudden humans or animals will catch hold of the its presence admiring it or immediately freaking out wanting to attack it, this is why snakes are constantly on defense mode from things and people that'll want to harm them much similar to Siren and her singing. Thanks to the venom that snakes maintain that is too used to protect themselves as well.

Marilyn Monroe 🖤 Rohini Sun & Mercury, Ashlesha Ascendant

Marilyn was known to be one of the most popular and beloved sex symbol in her prime and still is after her death. She's also referred to being the most iconic Siren, Marilyn had a magnetic charisma about her that many viewers, and fans, loved about her. She was enormously irresistible to masses with her beautiful appearance, blonde hair, red lips, and hourglass figure was a big part of her allure. Why do you think those who use the 'Marilyn Monroe Effect' to exude confidence, sensuality, and timeless beauty that she personified. Marilyn Monroe was a force to be wrecked with and still is!

Salma Hayek 🖤 Ashlesha Venus Atmakaraka

The seductive Salma Hayek, forever an enchantress has remained a beacon of raw sensuality and untamed beauty for many decades, with her dark eyes, thick raven tresses, and hourglass figure. Her spellbinding allure is undoubtedly unmatched, in 1996's Dusk Till Dawn most iconic scene Salma gained massive attention worldwide for her exotic and complling snake dance in the movie, you'll think she was a siren out of water performing that dance.

Angelina Jolie 🖤 Rohini Sun

Halting as the world's most beautiful woman to ever hit this world is also a famous Siren which you can see through her movies, interviews, and photos. Angelina has this siren-like and hypnotic gaze able to captivate those that look into her eyes, her entire existence is the reason why she subconsciously causes extreme reactions within the public. Angelina has a erotic and tempting quality to her that's a big factor to her appeal, beauty, and aura she's everybody's girl crush of the century. Angelina Jolie will forever be that girl!

Alexa Demie 🖤 Ashlesha Jupiter & Ascendant

Alexa known to play Maddy Perez in Euphoria, because of her role in Euphoria she gained a mass following on social media. Alexa is also a private person barely revealing things about herself and personal life which led to people being intrigued by her, she has a enigmatic and mystifying trait about her that no one can explain not even me. Alexa doesn't have to try anything to grab anyone's attention her ravishing beauty and the way she carries herself quickly captures onlookers eyes, to me Alexa Demie embodies the true traits of a Siren.

Adriana Lima 🖤 Ascendant Lord Mars in Rohini

Adriana is one of the most famous and successful models to ever walk multiple runways, in 2012 she's even been viewed by more than 100 million people from her appearing in two Super Bowl ads in one game! Ever since then Adriana still remained one of the most popular Victoria's Secret models, in 2012 Adriana is ranked 4th on the list of top-earning models with an estimated annual salary of $7.3 million and in 2021 she ranked 2nd with an estimated salary of $30 million. Adriana is noted for her magnetic presence and remaining agelessly alluring, she's effortlessly oozing charm and confidence through her walks, becoming a known figure of beauty and in the modeling world.

Ailyn 🖤 Rohini Sun & Mercury, Possible Ashlesha Moon

Before I finish up this post I'd like to add Ailyn here, she was a former singer in the Norwegian metal band called, "Sirenia" and when she was still in the group they had a album named, "Perils of the Deep Blue" that came out in 2013 with the cover image of Siren. All of the songs in the album is dedicated to Siren, Ailyn's singing and essence alone is reminding me of a Siren.

More Siren Examples

Brigitte Bardot [Rohini Moon and Ashlesha Mars], Bella Hadid [Ashlesha Mars Atmakaraka], Michelle Pfeiffer [Rohini Ascendant], Halle Berry [Ashlesha Sun], Emily Ratajkowski [Rohini Sun], Mila Kunis [Ashlesha Sun], Madison Beer [Rohini Ascendant], Monica Bellucci [Ashlesha Venus], Hwasa [Rohini Moon], Mae West [Ashlesha Mercury], Gabbriette Betchel [Rohini Moon], Elizabeth Taylor [Ashlesha Jupiter], Uma Thurman [Rohini Mars], Jennifer Lawrence [Ashlesha Sun], Olivia Wilde [Rohini Moon], Charlize Theron [Ashlesha Sun, Moon, & Mercury]

[timefall-if]

MADDOX / MAXINE

M has bright green, hooded eyes, with natural green hair to match, and a nose that was broken one too many time decorated with a golden hoop nostril ring. Maddox has his hair cut in a permanent buzzcut, while Maxine wears hers in a wavy, short, and choppy haircut with messy bangs. M’s skin is an olive-taupe color marked with tattoos on their arms and neck. Both Maddox and Maxine are 183 cm / 6’0, with a muscular, boxy build, wider in the shoulders.

RIVEN / RAVEN

R has deep black, upturned monolid eyes, and naturally dark blue straight hair, with a sloped nose. Riven wears his choppy haircut in a messy man bun, and Raven wears hers in long pigtails at the top of her head. R has bright alabaster skin with way too many piercings to count all over their body (most notably: ears, eyebrow, lip, tongue, nipples, belly, and venus dimples). Both Riven and Raven are 168 cm / 5’5, with a lanky, thin build.

SERAPHIM / SERAPHINA VAUGHN

S has bright blue, round eyes, golden blonde curly hair, and a button nose. Seraphim wears his curls casually with pieces falling above his eyes, while Seraphina wears hers loose, and sometimes with some braids put together at the back of her head in an updo. S has a sandy skin tone with freckles all over their face and body. Seraphim is 175 cm / 5’7 while Seraphina is 160 cm / 5’2, thought they both have a slightly chubbier built, thicker in the lower body.

CASSIAN / CALYPSO KAZIMIER

C has stormy grey, almond shaped eyes, a straight nose, and a sharp facial structure. They have straight black hair that they usually wear slicked back and loose, or in tight updos. C has a tawny-umber skin tone, with scars on their back, arms, and legs. Both Cassian and Calypso are 192 cm / 6’2 with a muscular built, while Cassian has an inverted triangle shape, and Calypso an hourglass one.

[barbieaemond]

The order of things

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: mild angst, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), grinding

Word count: 3k

Taglist: @zae5 @multyfangirl @arcielee @credulouskhaleesi @bunbunbl0gs @alphard-hydraes-blog

MASTERLIST

There is a raven that flies towards the rookery as soon as the sun is high enough to bathe the Keep in orange. It always comes at the same split minute, Aemond sees it every day, because it is the same split minute in which his training ends. Sometimes he even manages to get the better of the bird, then looks up as he sheathes his sword and awaits him. As soon as it crosses the sky he leaves the courtyard.

His day is like a prayer, devoutly tenacious and unchanging. A bath, breakfast, a flight on dragonback, a book. A visit to Helaena and the twins if the reading bores him.

Someone might say that even his walk is always the same. Rigour and order, to be everything Aegon is not.

This time, he disarms Ser Criston well in advance, so much that the raven has yet to show itself, and when it does, Aemond will be blind to his passing.

"Mother," he says curtly as the Queen passes by. She goes to pray as she does every morning, always at the same time. She too is a creature devoted to rigour, and duty; she has seized her days and clutched them in her fist to prevent them from floating through her.

She pauses to greet him, her voice as mellifluous as ever and her eyes just as warm, and then suddenly, he turns to look at her as if he is looking at a stranger, as if she is speaking a language he does not know. "I wanted to tell you that I'm going to see some girls today, to choose your new maid."

"What's wrong with my maid?"

"Well, I figured she might ask for a leave as the wedding approaches."

He blinks, he stalls, he bogs, unnaturally, the sand stops in the hourglass. The raven glides over the towers, unnoticed.

"Yes, of course." he says, sheathing his sword, and the sand flows again, grain by grain; the funnel shrunk.

Everything in his life is part of that rigour, even people, even her.

She has been in his service long enough to know without asking when the scar pulls to the point of requiring medication. She has been in his service long enough to know that a slight frown in his eyebrows is enough to make her close the curtains and prevent the light from worsening the pain in his head, to know that he likes his venison rather raw, that he hates that doublet because the sleeves are puffed and he feels like a court jester. And she tacitly made it disappear.

She does everything without uttering a word. She doesn't need to ask, she moves when he moves, she has adapted to him like a second skin, and she doesn't seem harmed by the edges.

Yet he is harmed by something, as she pulls off his boots in front of the fireplace. He sees a flat sea where he would like to see a storm. He sees grains flowing and wishes to crash the glass.

"Do you need anything else my Prince?" she has a seraphic expression on her face, and he sees deception. She speaks in a firm, devoted voice, and he hears betrayal.

He stares at her with the eye that looks like a needle, feels like it, then shifts his gaze to the fire and says "I will be in need of your assistance tomorrow, for the whole day."

"The whole day?"

"Yes. Why? Do you have something better to do than the duties you are paid for?"

She is no novice to his bitter tongue; somehow, stupidly, naively and recklessly, she is able to imbue it with treacle when it enters her head. It doesn't matter anyway, her foolishness will end as soon as she takes her vows.

"No. Of course not. I'll be at your service, my Prince."

"Hmm, until?"

"Until?"

"You should be the one to tell me. When is the wedding due?"

Her eyes widen like two large moons and she seems to crumple in on herself, on the floor she is kneeling on, under the Prince's unwavering, iron eye. She feels her throat tighten and yet his hands are steady along the armrests. She feels her lungs crackle against her ribcage. "I—"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Why didn't she?

"My prince, I thought your Grace should not be bothered with such trivial matters."

"I decide what to be bothered about." He says in an imperative tone. "When would you have bothered to inform me? Is this how you show loyalty to your prince? Keeping things from me?"

She glues her eyes to the floor, she cannot hold the Prince's gaze, not when he is like this, even though he has never been like this. He looks angry, he looks outraged? As if he has been wronged. That look makes her blood run cold, and then it melts in red down her cheeks and neck. It would be too easy to blame the chimney behind her back, easy but necessary, to keep things in order. Prince and servant, nothing more. What else is there?

There are heavy sighs falling in the dark, stranded between the sheets as his bones boil and tense at the climax, desire spilled, wasted. But that's fine. To not be all that Aegon is. This too has become rigour, part of the order of things.

It is the order of things to watch her kneel at his feet and wish to spill his desire into her mouth. As is seeing her nails always neat and tidy scratching the floor as her back arches against him, as is seeing the blood reddening her cheeks and neck, and wanting to lick it as far as it goes. 

Someone else will do it. An ordinary man of no consequence in the order of things, the real one.

"You may go." he says coldly, hoping the frost of his tongue will cool the feverish blood under his skin.

She rises from the floor with a bowed, desolate head. "I bid you good night, my Prince."

The next morning he asks her to change the sheets, and he turns his back on her, ashamed, as if she knows she is in those sheets.

He takes a bath while she does her chores, finishing exactly when he does, because she moves when he moves. She helps him put on a dark green robe, unperturbed by his nudity, because that is her duty and it no longer makes her blush.

There's never been clumsiness in her hands, but there is today. Aemond feels her hands heavy as boulders when she prepares the ointment for his eye, when she leans over him to remove his eyepatch. She doesn't speak to him as she always does, oozing that glimmer of amusement when she brings up the servants' petty feuds and wars.

"You're rather quiet today." He asserts later, as she buttons his doublet "Has the armistice been reached in the kitchens?"

She opens in a brief smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "I don't know, Your Grace. I find myself spending a lot more time outside the Keep these days."

"Is that so?” He retorts, narrowing his eye “Hmm, is that why my books are still on the desk?"

She finishes her buttoning and ties her hands on her modest skirt. "I am sorry, Your Grace. I will see to it that they are put in order at once."

"I have no use for your apology. Why didn't you do it when I told you to?"

"Your mother gave me a leave for a few hours yesterday."

"And why did you ask my mother and not me? You are in my service, not hers."

She keeps looking down like a suspect on trial and swallows. "I went to Flea Bottom to buy some fabric for my wedding dress. I was ashamed to ask you for a leave for something so frivolous. As a woman, I thought your mother would understand."

"You will do no such thing in the future. Hide things from me and leave the Keep without my permission, or I'll have you punished. Am I being clear?"

"Your Grace, I…” she pauses, she looks down, she swallows, but it’s now or never. “You should know that I will no longer be here after the wedding. I am going to formally resign my position. Your Mother has already-"

His eye goes wide, and wild, and he breathes loudly until he is snarling. "Are you deaf or dense? Did you not hear me? You will not leave my service."

The moons in her eyes are full now. She looks at him, begging him to let her go, because that is the natural course of things. She will marry a common man, give him a couple of children and live a quiet life in the country, where her groom has a smallholding of land, their only source of wealth if they do not want a life of misery in Flea Bottom. And she is fine with that. She has accepted it. She is like any other common girl, she cannot dream, her blood is only red, there's no castle nor crown waiting for her.

She has accepted her fate with the calmness of a stream that lets itself be carried along by its current. She is happy like this, because as far as she could, in that silly way in which all ordinary girls dream, she dreamed, even though her dream is made of flesh and blood.

She had shivered when he had leaned over her when he taught her to read. She had breathed in deeply to know what he smelled like. She had felt ice in her stomach under his gaze when she read a few pages to him. And that is more than dreaming.

She cannot remain in his service, because she is an ordinary girl and more than dream, she cannot want.

"Your Grace..." she begs, going down to the floor "I beg you. Let me go my way. I believe I have always served you to the best of my ability and if I’ve ever failed you in something, name it. I will do anything to make it right."

Aemond bogs again, but in something far more paralysing and at the same time overwhelming than all his rigour. Perhaps it is the sight of her on her knees again, her head bowed and devoted, and the fact that he wants to touch that devotion, wants to taste it and swallow it.

Slowly, he lifts her chin with two fingers, eye blind to everything else; his thumb moves over her lower lip as if to know its edges, as if he has wanted to do this all his life.

"Anything?" he asks in the voice of another, the one stranded in the sheets.

She nods slowly, and the movement rubs his thumb against her teeth for a moment, forcing him to swallow, to give himself control, not to push his finger in. He is not Aegon, He is not Aegon, he is not Aegon.

"Would you be willing to please me?" he asks, and his question reaches some remote place in her, that place where a girl can dream and want freely. In that place, if he had asked once, twice, a hundred times, she would have bent to his will, not to the duty of the servant who must please her lord. Sure, that too. But first of all to her will. It is a question that need not be asked, for there is but one answer.

"Yes..."

Blood flows into her cheeks, breathing out fire from her lips. "How...? How do you want me to please you, my Prince?"

"With this..." he replies, pushing his thumb over her lip.

Her hands move fluidly over the belt and buttons of his breechers as if she had done this countless times before. She helps him dress, she knows his body even though she has never touched him. She has never touched a man in her life, not like this. Aemond reads the embarrassment on her cheeks and he basks in it with a glimmer of pride, because he will be the first.

Gently, he places a hand behind her head, tilting it a little, and looks at her with his heavy, clouded eye, enthralled. "Open your mouth..."

He knows she's never done this before, but the hot alcove of her mouth is enough to make him open his mouth and let out air in a broken cadence. She raises her eyes as if to ask if she is doing something wrong, and the sight, real and not the outcome of some delusion hidden in the dark, smothers his breath. He begins to thrust into her mouth slowly, hardening quickly as she continues to look at him and welcome him into her mouth with the devotion with which one kneels to the Seven.

"Gevie..." he pants hoarsely, brushing his fingers through her hair "You look more beautiful than I thought like this..."

His hand in her hair never tightens, though his hips move faster and the wet sound is the only one that keeps his panting company.

"Your cheeks..." he instructs her "Hollow your cheeks..."

And just as when he was teaching her to read, she listens , sucking agonisingly slowly. “Fuck—” he curses, threading his long fingers through her hair and pulling at the roots; he thrusts faster so that she has to grip his waist with her hands but when he senses she can’t breathe, he lets of her head and slips out of her scorching lips, hissing at feeling the cold air of the room.

She’s panting hard, with her mouth open and slick with him. But she has little time to catch a puff of air. He thrashes her on the carpet, with a rough kiss full of teeth and growls, and his hands move like talons, pulling her modest skirts up to her waist.

“No—My Prince—” she muffles on his mouth, pleading but desperate all together “We can’t—”

“I won’t ruin you, I promise.” he says rummaging through her garments “Just let me feel you this once—”

He finds her core with his large hand, hot and slick, and she whimpers loudly in his open mouth. “Do you get this wet for your groom, hmm? Or just for your Prince?” 

She unconsciously bucks her hips against his hand and he smiles, delightfully, against her neck, licking a stripe down her throat. “I’m in need of an answer, my sweet girl…” he says raising his head, the leather piece is about to fall behind his disheveled hair. “Have you touched yourself thinking of me?”

Shame washes over her as well as pride does him. “You did, didn’t you?”

His retrieves his hand and licks her off his fingers as if he was waiting for nothing else, staring at her with his eye pitch black.

“Do it.”

“M-my Prince?”

“Touch yourself. Now.”

She looks away, reddening even more, but he grasps her chin and forces her to look at him. “Do you want that permission to leave my service?”

It takes her a minute to swallow her shame, and then her hands is slipping between them. He pulls himself up on one arm to give her space to spread her legs some more, to watch closely as she starts to move her little hand on her bundle of nerves. “Look at me.” He commands, and she flutters her eyes with a bit of prudery before obliging.

Her breathing becomes heavy, just as his, slowly touching himself to mimic her, as he has done countless of times before but this is different. This is like the first time. He can watch her chasing her pleasure because of him, with him. He can watch the sweat beading her neck, her lip trembling. He can hear the sweet lewd sounds she makes for him.

She grows more desperate by the moment, swaying her hips on the carpet, grabbing his shoulder and neck until he falls on her. He groans upon feeling her cunt against his cock and by now they’re both too close to need hands anymore. He starts to grind against her, his hard flesh slicking ever so easily on her wetness, swallowing her whimpers and moans as he pants and rasps on her lips “Go on, sweet one. Come for me, hm?”

She does so, gripping his shoulders until digging her nails on the fabric, moaning with her mouth slack open.

He keeps grinding against her, frantic, panting, the eyepatch is somewhere on the ground and she watches him in the stupor of pleasure, like she’s experiencing a vivid dream, but the weight of the prince on her is real, his cock rubbing against her core making it twitch for more, his coarse voice as he rasps “Gods—‘M so close…” and then the jolt of warm seed on her belly.

He falls on her breathing hard, making her wince, but she can't find the strength to slip away, to pull down her skirt or move the long silvery lock that has gone into her mouth. She must leave everything as it is, and then leave it to be the ordinary girl without dreams.

For two days, her presence around the Keep is rather scarce, barely traceable in the Prince’s chambers. But his breakfast is always ready on his desk, his clothes always clean and well folded on the chair.

Aemond does not send for her nor does he seem to care where she is. He returns to his rigour, to his books, to his training as soon as dawn breaks.

One of the Kingsguard shows up in the courtyard and stands there to watch, waiting for the Prince to finish his duel.

"My Prince, I've done some research after our last conversation."

"Well?"

"Just as you said, your Grace. A modest cottage and a piece of land near Duskendale."

"Good." He says, sheathing his sword and glancing up upon hearing a distant caw. "I want you to send two city guards there, and burn it all down."

The guard blinks, widening his eyes. "My Prince?"

"You heard me."

The guard leaves and Aemond hears cawing again, closer this time. He glances up and the raven greets him, flapping his wings in the newborn sun.

Everything is in order.

[pinklayla123]

Death and the Maiden

A/N: So this year, I decided to brush off the cobwebs between my fingers and write again after almost ten years. If this feels incomplete it's because there was supposed to be more but I decided to make part 2 to this under the Peace and Quiet category. This is my first entry for @elriel-month, and I'll try to do as many as I can. I hope you enjoy!

For eons, Death roamed the earth. His cloak over his head, his scythe in his hand, his dagger by his side. He did not meddle with the affairs of mortals, whether in this realm or the one beyond the veil. That was not his dominion. He simply carried out his task, shepherding souls across the veil when their time had come. Mortals believed him to be a cruel monster that struck in the dark and took away their loved ones, but truly, he was simply fulfilling his duty, maintaining balance in the world. He did not question who or when or why, he simply collected.

He did not do so all by himself, ofcourse. There were too many birds and trees and rabbits and people whose hourglass emptied at the same time, too many for one being to handle, no matter how powerful. Delegating some of his tasks, whether by area or creature, allowed him to personally collect souls where his presence was needed most. Whether that be a child that had been taken too young and needed reassurance, or a tyrannical king who needed to be made aware of what was coming next.

One such day, he entered the bedchamber of a young woman, the pallor of her face indistinguishable from the ivory pillow upon which her raven-black hair was spread. Her mother held her right hand, her betrothed the other. She had fallen into the path of an incoming carriage, and sustained injuries to her head and back. He could sense her terrified spirit trapped inside her body; able to feel the pain of her injuries but unable to move, able to hear the sobs of her loved ones but unable to respond. There was no hope of healing her, her frail mortal body too broken. It would be a kindness to take her away, to remove her pain and take her beyond the veil to wait for her family in peace. He passed the girl’s father, standing with his hand on his wife’s shoulder, and approached the bed. He stopped beside her pillow, and it was then he noticed the other maiden in the room.

She stood at a table next to the window, beyond the girl’s betrothed. Her golden-brown curls were gathered at the back of her neck, falling to the waist of her simple gown. He followed the movements of her elegant hands as she transferred the contents of a mortar into a teacup and added water from a kettle. A healer from the village, he presumed. Someone who had learned some of nature’s secrets and knew how to use them for various purposes.

She turned from the table, stirring furiously, and froze as she beheld him. She seemed just as shocked to see him as he was by the realization that she was staring directly at him. In all his centuries, no mortal had ever looked at him directly when he was in this form. Some were more attuned to his presence than others, exhibiting discomfort as he passed by, but none had ever seen him so clearly. The healer’s shoulders fell as she realized who he was, why he was there. She placed the teacup on the table behind her, and approached the bed. 

“She doesn’t have much time left,” she whispered to the family, her voice hitting him like a blow to the chest. He watched her as she did her best to comfort the family, and kneeled beside the girl’s betrothed and asked them to join her in praying for a safe and peaceful journey into the hereafter. He waited for her prayer to end before he touched the tip of his scythe to the girl’s forehead, taking her with him. The last thing he saw was the healer’s doe-brown eyes, bright with tears.

A few days after his encounter with the healer, he found himself wandering the forest near her village. A healer would need to gather plants for her medicines, and thoughts of her plagued him too often to be able to stay away. He saw her in a field of flowers, some tucked in her loose braid and some placed in a basket dangling from her arm. She turned to him as he approached, her eyes widening like they had the first time.

“You are Death,” she said, and although it hadn’t been a question, he nodded.

“Are you here for me?” Her voice was steady, but he could see the tightness in her shoulders, the way she swallowed before she spoke. She wouldn’t fight him if he told her her time had come, but she wanted to live, and live well, before that happened.

“I am,” he replied, “but not to take you beyond the veil, simply because I wished to see you.” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I wanted to ask you,” he continued, “how is it that you can see me, when my cloak is spelled to keep me invisible from mortals?”

“I have always seen things I shouldn’t be able to,” she smiled, “It seems you are no exception.” His lips twitched. She was brave, this mortal who cracked jokes in the face of Death instead of running in the other direction.

“My name is Elain,” she introduced herself. A beautiful name to go with a beautiful smile, the thought occurred to him before he could understand its source. He lowered his head and placed a gloved hand on his chest. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady.” She blushed, and inquired after his. “I am Death,” he replied simply. It was who we was, his entire existence and purpose wrapped up in one word.

“That’s what you do,” she said, “but surely you must have a real name.” She looked up at him curiously, and he realized he wanted to tell her. “My name is Azriel,” dredging it up from the depths of his memory. She repeated it to herself, and as he heard the name his mother had given him spoken aloud for the first time in millenia, something unlocked in his heart.

[nevermorgue]

Looking at Prospero's Spectre (+Other things)

So I've been looking back a bit in preparation for the eventual season two. I noticed some things about Prospero's spectre design that have me (over) thinking a little.

The hourglass: I read "The Masque of the Red Death". The fictional disease in the story has people succumbing in just a half hour. Is whatever he was trying to cure in life also a fast acting disease? (Yes, I am under the assumption he was trying to cure something.) Or maybe it is just supposed to represent the time someone has as they slowly deteriorate? I read that plague doctors had to quarantine themselves after treating a patient. A long one. Perhaps the hourglass represents that time; the agonizing wait before he can continue his duties, or to see anyone at all. He may enjoy solitude, but too much of it can have a horrible affect on you. And the wings. They seem a bit...skeletal. My first thought was featherless wings or like fallen aasimar sort of wings. As if an angel fell. Perhaps he was considered an angel; a miracle. He worked so hard and helped so many people. Losing a doctor during this time probably felt like losing so much hope. I don't wanna point out anything specific buuuut... *coughs*

Not the same wings, obviously...but I still thought of them. Speaking of the logo...hear me out. The heart represents Annabel. It looks eerily similar to her spectre's chest crystal. The wings could represent the Raven, but I think it represents Lenore/her eventual spectre. Speaking of that; I have a couple of thoughts. - Lady in Red would be interesting to contrast with Annabel, but I do have a feeling her spectre will be raven related. - Maybe Valravn inspired? Or a phoenix. Bc bird + fire. I need to think on it more.

[theplagueraven]

Plague Raven making a plague doctor? Who would have thought?

Honestly though, this pattern hit all my aesthetic faves. Plague doctors, skulls, rats, hourglasses, monochrome. Absolute winner! It lives on my desk at work now and I've gotten many compliments :D

Pattern from NightSpiritStudio on Etsy

[demonvibez]

The Secret Garden with Lucifer

Characters: Lucifer x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1200+

Genre: Smut

Rating: Mature/NSFW - Minors DNI

Tags: smut, reader has gn body, outdoor sex, oral sex, fingering, hand stuff, penetration, unprotected sex, fangs, marking, biting, implied blood, possessive luci

A/N: This goes along with the current in game event, "Terrible Time Trouble" (aka "Hourglass"). When I got to the secret garden scene, my mind began to wander...and now here we are, haha. ♡

You found yourself with Lucifer as time stood still, your faces mere inches away from each other's. The two of you were in the secret garden of the Demon Lord's Castle after returning the enchanted hourglasses to the Prince and his butler. Along with the favor of borrowing the garden, you had asked the Prince to keep time frozen for just a little while longer - a detail you neglected to share with Lucifer.

His crimson eyes sparkle as he looks down at you as peels off his glove, cupping your cheek with his bare hand. You swear that you can feel your heart stop along with the rest of time when his hand caresses your face, your eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment at the gentle feeling. 

“I wish I could freeze these moments, without magic,” he whispered softly, “so that all you can focus on is me.”

He finally closed the space between the two of you, his lips colliding with yours in the most tender of kisses, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepens as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, your arms sliding themselves around his neck as you lightly nip at his bottom lip. Lucifer moans against your lips, gripping you tighter as he feels you press your body against his. He breaks the kiss for only a moment, looking down at you with lust apparent in his eyes.

“If only our time here were limitless. It will be any moment now that Barbatos fixes the flow of time back to normal,” he said as he tried to suppress his disappointment. A brief flicker of confusion crosses his face as he sees a deviant smirk spread across yours as you shake your head. 

“No need to worry. I asked for a second favor in return for our help tonight; the gift of time,” you replied, watching the same smirk spread across his lips before he leans down to kiss you again, his lips crashing on yours like waves crashing in a storm. Suddenly, you felt both of his hands cup your ass before you felt him pick you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his abdomen, neither of you breaking the kiss as he carried you to the tea table nearby. You start making quick work of all of the buttons on his RAD uniform as he does the same to your tie, both of you frantically making out and pulling off each other’s clothes as quickly as possible.

Soon enough, Lucifer is down to his uniform pants, while you have your shirt completely undone with your pants off. Just as you finish undoing his belt buckle, Lucifer reaches forward to peel off your underwear in one fluid motion. He leans down to kiss you one more time on the lips, pouring as much passion into it as he could muster, before getting down on his knees and spreading your legs apart. He kissed the insides of your thighs with teasing little nibbles, making his way up to what he has been truly craving. You had teased him when you were both in the cafeteria, after he had eaten that marzipan figurine of you that Luke had made - but now he wanted to taste the real thing, just like you had mentioned.

He starts off by licking you slowly, deliberately, taking his time to pull each and every moan from your trembling body. Your hand finds its way into his raven-like hair, subconsciously pulling him into you as you grind against his face, your other hand grabbing at your own chest. He slides a finger inside of you as he continues to suck on your sex, his own moans vibrating against you and filling you with pleasure. As Lucifer’s pace quickens, so does your climax, as he pushes you over the edge while you moan out his name. His pride inflates at your praises. He pulls out of you and stands up, immediately pulling you back into a kiss as he lines himself up with you. He slowly pushes into you, the both of you moaning in unison as you gaze into his ruby eyes, both of you blazing this moment forever into your memories.

Lucifer finds himself buried in you up to the hilt, having to bite his lip and rest his forehead against your shoulder as he begins to thrust his cock in and out of you. The moans escaping the Avatar of Pride’s lips only being muffled by his mouth being on your neck as he leaves sloppy kisses all over your skin while he slams into you faster and faster. There is almost an essence of greed to his lust, for he knows this unique moment is once in a lifetime - who knows when time will be frozen again? When everyone else is frozen along with it, your eyes solely on him? He must seize the moment. He must take you completely.

He continues to pound away at your tight little hole, leaning back slightly to rub at your sex, adding to the overwhelming pleasure you are feeling. He starts to feel you clench around him, spurring him to thrust and stroke even faster as you are both propelled to reach the peak together. As you felt the ultimate wave of pleasure start to wash over you once again, you felt Lucifer lean in and brush his fangs against your tender neck. As you hit the height of your bliss, your walls squeeze him tightly, causing him to spill his seed into you as he bites into your neck. You let out a loud squeal, accompanied with a moan as you ride out your orgasm, feeling yourself dripping in multiple ways.

As you both come down from your high, he holds you close to him in his arms, your legs wrapping around him as the two of you try to catch your breaths. He licks your neck clean and gives it another little kiss before moving to kiss you again on the lips. The two of you help each other get dressed, making sure not to miss a single detail. You wince a little as he accidentally brushes the bite he left on your neck, prompting you to ask him about it.

“I was acting on impulse. I wanted to take you completely,” he explains nonchalantly, his hand brushing it even more gently as he continues, “a mark to commemorate this moment forever.” Suddenly, his finger tips are glowing, and a magical pulse is sent into the wound on your neck, tingling as it heals you. He kisses your forehead and links your arms together, the two of you starting to make your way back towards the castle. He stops and turns you to face him, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as he looks down at you fondly.

“Thank you for taking this moment with me. I shall cherish it forever,” he said, before leaning down to kiss you. The two of you savor one last slow, passionate kiss right as you hear the doors to the Castle open, and Diavolo laughing in his usual cheery tone. As you walked back to the Prince on together, you couldn’t help but to cherish every moment you spend with the Avatar of Pride - this one, however, was truly unforgettable.

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not copy/repost! -