#sindra

[calamitymoonmoon]

Mayor Peanut is a fraud, and there’s a lesson here for the kiddos - if you have fines, use blackmail!

[vianthegryphonart]

Finally made a ref for my awful lady-drake, Sindra.

She's the main antagonist in my OC world, the leader of an extensive crime network. Her specialty is normally assassination and extortion, but recently she's set her heart on a much more heinous crime. One day I'll get to writing the story that she and most of my OCs are a part of.

[miss-tina-susanne]

Secretly: Sindra sighs grudgingly and throws her panties at you. This seems the appropriate response to everything. To Sindra, you send secretly: Athenais takes your panties, holds them, looking ashamed.

Non-judgmental besties.

[thcdoomed]

Some companions I have been tooling with and revamping (lol) for Dronia's post-tadpole quest to get revenge on Demsasc Volkar. And also the asshole that betrayed her old adventuring party and got them killed. Not included: Dronia and Karlach (@torntruth )

Row 1: Jalen Gill (Half-elf Druid/Herbalist), Adelaide Meadowrun (Human Paladin), Rowan Meadowrun (Human Rogue). The Meadowruns are twins and Adelaide is definitely the older twin.

Row 2: Astra Colebrook (Human Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer), Sindra Onadi (Human Druid), Baz Rook (Elf Bard)

Row 3: Nalmyla Grayhand (Dwarf Fey Pact Warlock), Lord Zane Arbaga (Human Cleric), Pike Kothrack (Tiefling Fighter)

Row 4 (bonus): Alden Stoneridge (Human Rogue) and Alden Stoneridge (Vampire Spawn Rogue)

[avalior]

lyric starter / accepting

"I don't want to make you nervous, but it isn't like it used to be."

@azurequeen | intro iii

[azurequeen]

thinking about the dragons being polygamous. even the aspects all have obvious favorites, or at least one who is more relevant than the others (kori.alstrasz for alex, siridor.mi for nozd.ormu, eranikus for ys.era, sindra.gosa for mal.ygos, sin.tharia for nel.tharion), they're all suggested or stated to have more than one consort, and while the game points more to a sort of "they're all in a relationship with the aspects but not with each other" I want to say that's not always the case and sindragosa and saragosa were wives as well as married to malygos bye

honestly though, while I think they all have different ways things work, I really think all the consorts were at least good friends with each other like with how korial respects tiran immensely, in part bc if they were all competing that'd be a mess, in part bc I think presenting poly and/or open relationships positively is more interesting

[uselessboss]

Character Bio - Sindra

[juniperberries-canisroot]

That dick at the Temple to my Dark Elf char: NO OUTLANDERS ALLOWED ONLY THOSE OF OUR FAITH AND YOU CANT JOIN OUR FAITH YOU HAVE NO OPTIONS

Me, both Mephala's and Boethia's Champions: *Uses the blessing things anyway🖕

Me, at the Matriarch for the Tribunal: I know I'm dressed as a follower but I'm not, thou, I would like to be

Matriarch: I can't trust you

Me: I'll go pray at the statue

Matriarch: Oh well this changes everythin welcome new member please help yourself to literally everythin in here also these five people standing here are new followers, one can even be a steward

Maybe if he wasn't such an asshole I would have done the easy thing and killed all the Tribunal worshippers and his generic NPC named Reclamations Preist wouldn't be dead🤷

[stormhearty]

Pairings: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Triggers: pregnancy trope, longing, mention of death, thoughts of suicide, blood, baby’s death, open-ended ending

Summary: Hiraeth definition: “homesickness, longing, nostalgia and a wistful desire for something irretrievably lost.” It had been several years since your passing, one that he cursed the Mother and the Gods for. Now he wanders the world, endless and lost, waiting for the day you would whisper in his ears to come home — home to you.

Note: From this request! Thank you @soulsansang (I cannot tag you for the life of me), for sending this request! I fought every urge to connect this to my Seer!Reader fics. The idea of hiraeth fit perfectly with a mourning Azriel; however, I needed something else. Needed an Azriel who was mourning not because of his actions, but due to unforeseen circumstances that fate seemed to have placed him in. I’m sorry for the “pregnancy trope”, I didn’t think I would be writing this one like this. If you do not like that trope, I completely understand and I respect you not reading this. But I do hope you enjoy, and I hope it fills the angst and sadness that you had requested!

“Azriel~!”

He looked over his shoulder, his name echoing in his ears, as he stepped out of his apartment and into the pouring rain. Dull hazel eyes stared at the gray skies as the rain poured down, relentless and unforgiving.

It had been days since this rain had started, and it seemed as if it would never stop. It was torrent, heavy with the mix of strong that howled through the empty alleyways. Valeris was almost like an abandoned city — its inhabitants were locked indoors due to the storm that shook its walls.

Azriel’s form shuddered, the wetness seeping into his clothes. He barely wore something that would keep him warm in such icy weather — a simple black jacket, a long-sleeved tee hidden underneath, and black jeans. His leather shoes were soaked in the rain as he stepped into another puddle, not caring that the wetness soaked into his feet.

He walked through the deserted city, only a few who braved the torrential storm were running through the streets. Those out looked at the Spymaster with confusion and worry, but none voiced them out loud — he wouldn’t have listened anyway.

He had one destination — and he would make it there — despite the storm.

Stepping across the Sindra River, the cobblestone bridge was overrun by the river below. Waters crashed upon slowly decaying rocks, splashing over the sides and onto the bridge. Traversing it might seem impossible for any normal Fae, but for Azriel, it was easy.

He stepped onto the bridge, not minding how the cold waters of the river splashed onto him. He paused, at the arch of the bridge, leaning over the stoney rail to look at those rapid waters that raced down the riverbend. They crashed and crescented over rocks, splashing against everything and anything that stood in its way — and the downpour only amplified the river’s maelstrom.

Azriel looked into the waters below him, barely making out his reflection in them. He blinked out the water that tricked into his eyes, and when he looked back down into his reflection — instead he found a familiar figure — hair blowing in the raging wind, eyes looking up at him, hand reached out as if to tempt him into those frigid cold waters below him.

It was tempting, to say the least, the call to be submerged into the depths of the river, to feel the icy liquid deep into his skin — and make the river his grave.

He couldn't help it — the image was like a siren with its sailors, tempting them to their end. Leaning across the cobblestone rail, he leaned down — down into the depths of the water. Azriel had every mindset, every want to drown in that very river.

However, he felt his body pause, as if a tiny hand tugged on his shoulder — a child’s laugh echoing in his ears.

His body snapped up, his head whipping over his shoulder, frantically looking around, only to stop. Eyes noticed a fallen blue-violet on the drenched cobblestone. Azriel felt his body go rigid at the flower, remembering what it had meant. He turned around and knelt, shaky hands reaching down to pick up the soaked flower. He felt his eyes prickle with tears as he turned it in his hand, before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss on the petals, standing up and pocketing it.

Dull hues stared at the river below him, noticing his reflection once more — and not the mirage that tempted him to death. A frown tugged on the edge of his blue-tinged lips before making his way across the bridge once more, the call of death barely whispering in his ears.

He turned, his feet bringing him off paved grounds into a mud-soaked one. The mud squished underneath his feet. He weaved through familiar trees, and as he delved further into the forest the canopy above him blocked the gray skies above, the pitter-patter of rain on soil lessening. There, underneath the canopy, Azriel shook his wings out — the rain that had drenched his wings flying off in droplets. He raised a hand, running through soak locks, pushing them back away from his face. He fixed his jacket, dusting off the moisture from its soaked fabric before he continued walking.

Hazel hues saw the familiar clearing, watching as the downpour continued to drench the soil in its never-ending attack. He stood at the edge of the clearing, hues staring up at the sky once more. He silently cursed the Mother and the Gods above for this rain — all he wanted was to see the clear skies for once.

Azriel stepped into the clearing, the rain drenching his clothes once more — not that he minded anyway.

He stepped into the middle of the clearing where a lone headstone stood. A simple one, nothing to extravagant. Azriel felt his heart race in his chest as he got closer to the headstone.

Azriel kneeled in front of the headstone, a tearful gaze as he read the words that were etched onto the stone: Here lies (Y/N), the wonderful wife of Azriel. Mother of their unborn child. May the Mother and Gods bring her safe passage to the Havens.

It had been two years since he had to bury your body, along with your unborn child.

The Mother was cruel to him.

You and Azriel had been married for over three centuries — his life was full of color, full of happiness and full of love. You were everything to Azriel. He would miss you when he went to missions, kiss you silly when he got home from said missions; he would spend lazy time with you, your head on his lap or vice versa — just spending time with each other. And for those three centuries, both of you had tried for a child, but because Fae menstrual cycles were so sporadic, it had been difficult.

But two years ago, your miracle baby happened.

“Azriel!”

Azriel turned around after shutting the door to your apartment, only to catch your body that flung towards his way.

“Hey love,” he greeted you, a chuckle escaping his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, looking down and noticing how your head tucked into his chest. He could feel your excitement vibrate through your body and he couldn't help but wonder what had gotten you so happy.

But at that moment, he just leaned down and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head, watching your head tilt up to look at him, your eyes shining.

“What is it?” he hummed out with a raised brow.

He watched as you bit your lower lip, fighting the smile that tugged at the edge of your lips.

“You know how I have been feeling unwell the past few weeks…” you had started off.

Azriel hummed out, shifting you in his arms so that you were at his side, his arm wrapped around your waist before leading you into the kitchen. He maneuvered you around, grasping your waist and lifting you with ease onto the countertop next to the stove.

“Azriel!!” You shrieked in surprise, your hands grasping his shoulders to stretch yourself.

He smirks up at you, settling himself between your legs, “Now what were you saying, love?”

He watched you huff softly before continuing your story, “Well I went to Madja earlier today and I told her of my symptoms—-”

“Nausea, headaches, bloating…” he listed off.

Azriel knew your symptoms, it had worried him to the max. Both of you didn't know what had happened — he was worried about some sort of poisoning… he thought of the worst-case scenarios. And you had to be the one to calm him down from those spiraling thoughts.

You hummed and nodded your head, “Well… it looks like you didn't have to be so worried about that poisoning scenario, my love…” you whispered as you leaned down to press your forehead against his.

He felt your hands slide down his shoulders, down his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Azriel always loved how you touched him — there was no hesitancy in the way you held him, touched him — whether it he sexual or intimate. You had always initiated touching him and now, he can't live without your hands or body near his own.

He felt your hands grip his own, sliding then to your lower abdomen, pressing his hands against the soft skin.

“… I’m pregnant, Azzie…”

Your words were a whisper and Azriel felt his eyes widen at the words that had left your lips. He stared up at you and watched as your eyes sparkle light the night sky at your confession.

Hazel hues looked up at you before sliding down your body to where your hand lay over his own. A wide smile tugged on his lips before he slipped his hands away from your own, cupping your cheeks and kissing you.

He poured everything into that kiss — all his love for you and this unborn child.

When his lungs screamed for air, he was content with pressing kisses on your skin while you giggled, feeling your hands run through his hair.

“We’ll be having a child…” he whispered in disbelief.

He heard you let out a hum, feeling your head nod, “Yes we are… after centuries… our beautiful child…”

Every word that you whispered was full of happiness, adoration, and excitement. He knew, from hearing you speak, that you'd be a wonderful mother… one that would dote on that child.

He was elated — after centuries of both of you trying, watching your family build their own little families — Azriel was worried that both of you would never be blessed with a child. Yet now, the Mother seemed to rain her fortune on the both of you.

But deep within him, worry festered like mold, slowly growing. He worried about the complications — he heard about it with Rhysand and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian. And he worried for you — and all he could pray to the Mother that you would be spared from it.

“What color should the baby’s room be?”

Azriel hummed and raised a brow, turning his head to gaze at you. He fought back a smile — he had found you so adorable. You had waddled, your belly large protruding your tiny stature. Your hand tucked in the crook of his elbow protectively.

Azriel had ensured you were in good hands during your pregnancy; and that he would always prioritize your health and safety. He would never let you go out without him, either himself or his shadows. He always had a hand on you — whether it be around your waist or, like now, your hand tucked into his elbow.

Your features glowed despite the exhaustion he knew you felt — you had looked so beautiful during your whole pregnancy and Azriel worshiped you like the Goddess you were to him.

He watched as your gaze went up to him, your head tilting slightly at the look he gave you. Azriel shook his head, “You know I'd be biased if you asked me, love…” he answered.

Azriel would choose blue, even if it was a girl or a boy, his siphon colors would be that room’s color.

He watched as you rolled your eyes, and felt your hand pat his forearm, “Why am I not surprised that, out of all the colors, you’d choose your siphon?”

The two of you walked into the paint shop, the doorbell ringing above you. You were greeted by a Fae, one who was shocked and nervous to meet the Spymaster and his wife.

Azriel patted your hand and slipped your hand from his elbow, “Go ahead my loves… I'll be here…” He watched you smile before following the Fae to the color room, and he watched with adoration.

“You can't leave me, (Y/N)…” he sobbed, grasping your flaccid hand in his, pressing a kiss on cold skin.

The room was deathly still, his sobs echoing in the loud shared room.

You had gone into labor hours ago, and that labor… was difficult on your weak body. The babe, as Madja had warned you and Azriel all those months ago, had taken a toll on your body. You had been sick and bedridden for most of the pregnancy — Madja had stressed for you to terminate the pregnancy — it was either you or the baby.

Azriel had fought for you to terminate the pregnancy; begged and cried you to.

He could live without the unborn child but without you?

Never.

He watched you cry, begged him to let you keep the babe — he listened to your bargains, and promises; he listened to you cry in the night whispering to the baby all the while rubbing your stomach.

He watched everything… but he couldn't lose you.

But you had been stubborn, wanting to keep the pregnancy — pushing it to term — despite the consequences of it.

And so when you went into labor, the amount of blood you lost… was too much for Madja to replenish with her powers. The baby that was born was already too blue to try to bring back alive. Azriel was by your side the whole labor, watching you push your body to the brink — all for the child.

He felt your pulse slow underneath his fingertips, his hazel eyes frantically trying to find yours as he watched them roll backwards.

“No…No!” he yelled, dropping your hand onto the mattress and cupping your cheeks, “My love… (Y/N)…” he whispered, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, trying to pull you from the call of death.

Azriel watched you smile up at him, your eyes focusing on him, crescenting as you looked up at him, “…Azzie…” you whispered.

He fought back tears as he nodded his head, “Hey, my love, yes, I’m here… I’m here…”

“I’m sorry…”

It was as if you knew… this would be the outcome of your decision.

“No… Don’t be sorry… Please don’t… Just… Please don’t leave me… You can’t leave me…”

He watched as your eyes roll again and he brought your face closer to his own, watching them focus on him again, “…I don’t want to… But, I’m so tired Az…”

Azriel felt a heart wrenching sob escape his throat. His thumb caressed your pulse point, feeling it slow more. He looked up at his High Lord and the Healer and both of them looked at him with a somber look.

A shake from his High Lord gave his answer.

The tears finally fell, as he looked back at you — and you back up at him. He watched your brows furrow in confusion as you stared at him.

All he did was shake his head, leaning down to press one final kiss on your lips.

“Sleep… My love… if you’re tired. I’ll wait for you to wake up…”

He felt you take one last breath, a smile tugging on your lips as you whispered, “I love you, Az…”

Azriel felt your body go limp in the bed, your head roll back and your pulse stop completely. He watched your eyes dull, that smile still on your features.

His body shook, and tears never ended as he pulled your body into his arms, cradling your head as he let out a cry, pressing his face into the crook of your neck — the final time he’d ever feel you against him.

Azriel never thought heart break would be so painful.

He stared at the tombstone, pulling out of his thoughts and memories to reach down and caress the marble stone.

“… Hi my love…” he greeted you, like usual, “It’s raining again… It seems that Valeris is in a typhoon of rain recently…”

Azriel sat himself down on the muddy ground, not caring if the mud and rain soaked through his clothes again.

He had sat there, talking to you about his day, what had happened recently with the family, what was going on with Valeris and Prythian in general. He talked for hours until he felt his voice go sore and his body shake due to the cold from the rain, but he didn’t leave… not until the skies turned dark.

Azriel laid himself down on the patch of dirt in front of your grave, laying on his back as he stared up at the sky. It seemed the rain ceased and the beautiful starry skies of Valeris peaked through the rain clouds.

He watched the stars twinkle, before a shooting star blazed through the sky before another one — much smaller — followed it.

“…Was that you, (Y/N)?” he whispered, thinking that those two fallen stars were you and the child, reaching out to him from the Havens above.

Azriel had been searching for signs, for the past two years of any sign of you in the Havens. Looking for signs that you were calling for him — looking for him. All he wanted to know was that you were out there.

And that shooting star was it.

He smiled and closed his eyes, “I’m coming back home to you…”

[readychilledwine]

Slow Hands

Part Two

A/N - Here's the first post for my "Here's to 100" Celebration week. 💙 I'm starting off with something I've received a few requests and messages about.

Warnings - mentions of abuse/trauma, mentions of child abuse, mentions of scars. Smut smut smut. Anal play, pet/master dom and sub dynamic play. Fingering, oral (m recving)/throat fucking. Minors DNI.

Part One

Lyria leaned closer into her mirror, examining the peachy nude lipstick she was wearing one more time before standing up straight and fixing part of her hair.

She was putting so much effort into her looks for a male. Something her brothers would frown upon since they normally praised her natural beauty. She had curled and braided her hair in places before pulling into a messy yet almost flirty, high ponytail. She had done her makeup. She put on expensive perfume.

She was even wearing a dress, something she had not done since being freed from the mountain. She brushed her hands along the baby blue fabric one more time before moving to look herself over in the full length mirror. The dress was one Rhysand had actually bought for her when he first brought her here. He loved the way the color sat on her golden skin tone, how it brought out the red in her hair. He had told her to save the little number for her first date in his court.

She didn't think he had planned on that date being with his brother. She pulled on her heels and put on the earrings she had picked for the night. A soft knock on her door made her heart beat pick up as she made her way over.

She opened the door, allowing Azriel in. "Hey, you're early." He was silent, staring at her with his mouth slightly parted. "Do I look okay? Rhys told me you had picked somewhere really nice, I can change." He grabbed her arm as she moved to go back to her room.

"You look stunning. I just didn't expect," he studied her again. The way the dress hugged her upper body, cinching at her small waist, before flaring out slightly and ending above her knees. Her long legs highlighted by the heels she was wearing. "Gods, you're beautiful."

She smiled softly at him. "You aren't so bad looking yourself." He was dressed in tighter black trousers, a black button up shirt. He had on several rings and a watch. "Let me grab my purse and we can go."

"You don't need your purse." He offered her his arm. "Let's just go get dinner."

—----------

The restaurant Azriel brought her to was an Inner Circle favorite by the Sindra. Faelights and candles adorned the patio they had opted to sit on to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

He found himself falling into easy conversation with her. They had spoken about his upbringing, how they met Rhys, about how she got into healing.

There was a couple tense topics Azriel wanted to approach with the Heiress, like the topic of her older brothers, of her fathers, of why Rhysand had brought her here and hid her from all of them until now, but he danced around them waiting for her to make an opening. He was tired of waiting though, and needed answers before he put his plan for tonight into action.

"Do you talk to your brothers?" She looked at him a little shocked and blinked. "If you don't mind me asking." She does, a shadow whispered. Gentle.

Lyria sighed, pushing her pasta around her plate. "I speak with Eris and Lucien. I do not talk to the other males I have the unfortunate pleasure of being related to."

Azriel nodded. "What's Eris actually like? Behind that mask and bullshit self defense mechanism?"

Lyria looked at Azriel and sighed softly. "Ask me what you actually want to ask."

"What happened with Mor? Did you have part in it?"

Lyria shook her head. "I was a child when they were engaged. All I remember from that night was Eris had allowed me to ride with him on a border patrol. We found her, and he begged her to let us help. She refused. He asked if he could at least get her somewhere she'd be safer, and could be found because the Autumn forest isn't a good place for people my father deems unworthy."

Lyria sighed again. "He had me use what little knowledge I had on winnowing to get her to the clearing you found her in. He hardly slept that night. I know there were discussions between the two of them before this all happened, some hushed fighting, but Eris protected me from whatever little things he could that would lead to Beron hurting me or using me. Mor included."

Azriel nodded. Slowly processing the added information. "So he isn't lying?"

"Eris is kind, caring, funny. He would have never purposely hurt her." Lyria pushed her plate away. "And your question on Lu?"

"How much has he told you?"

Lyria shook her head again before beginning to play with her hair. "Not much honestly. He's not thrilled we are here together, but he understands I am grown enough to make my own choices."

Azriel nodded again. "Why did Rhys hide you for so long?"

She shook her head and held up her arm, a small bargain tattoo unveiling itself. "I can't tell you that. Can we go? I feel like some of this is better discussed alone."

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Azriel pulled her closer to him as they sat on her couch. Talking had quickly turned into kissing, and kissing to heavy touching. Her nails were currently dragging down his bare chest, shirt long lost in some corner of her house, as he ran his own hands up her bare thighs.

Azriel lifted her, remembering he had wanted to repay a favor, and began walking her down the hallway to the room they were in last week.

It came alive the second they entered. Candles and faelights began to brighten, the sounds of nature setting in softly in the background. The soft smell of jasmine and honey hit his nose. "Why is it so… sensual smelling in here tonight?"

Lyria threw her head back with a soft moan as Azriel moved his kisses down her throat and neck. "Feyre and Rhys booked a couples massage lesson. I taught them little tips and tricks based in pleasure massage, they had champagne and chocolates, went home to try to make baby number two." Az chuckled softly against her throat. "Don't laugh. Couples in Velaris go crazy for my date night packages!"

Azriel kissed her deeply again, beginning to unlace the dress she was wearing. "And when is the last time someone took care of your body, Lyria?"

She knew it was a coded question. He was asking her two things. "It's been a while." She confessed.

"Let me take care of you, little fox. Get undressed. Lay on the table on your stomach." He kissed her gently before leaving the room to give her privacy to undress.

Lyria heated the table and blanket, sighing happily as she allowed the dress to fall and hung it. She got on the table, giggling as a shadow caressed her hair before covering her with a towel and Azriel entered.

Her approached her slowly, hand gently running her upper thigh to her ankle as he began to hold back anticipation over her newly exposed skin. He ran his hand softly back up the other leg, admiring every freckle on her shoulders before pausing to look at the scarring on her back.

She had been beaten with something, he ran a hand down one, the familiar sensation of a burn scar under his finger tips. Something that was on fire. "Who did this to you?"

Lyria sighed, turning to look at him with a brow raised. "Beron. His favorite method to put me in line with was a 9 tail whip. He liked how thin the scars were. If I was being extra defiant, he'd light the whip on fire after force feeding me faebane." She felt Azriel's grip on the table, his knuckles had turned white. Lyria pulled one of his hands to her head, laying it back down, "Start with the scalp and work down."

Azriel took a few stilling breaths, his hand instantly beginning to scratch and pull at her hair gently from the base. She let out a soft nose that brought him back to her, back to this moment. He didn't speak as he began to try to take care of her. He watched as she shivered slightly as he gripped the hair at the base of her neck. "You are beautiful," he whispered to her. "So beautiful."

Lyria moaned as his hands moved down to her neck and shoulders. He watched her shiver again, signaling to him he had found the right amount of pressure. He worked the tension out slowly before moving lower.

Lyria sighed softly as Azriel's hands ran along her back. He was being so gentle with her even if it was clear he didn't exactly know what he was doing.

She moaned as he applied more pressure to a tighter area, causing the male to grin with satisfaction. "Like that, little fox?"

"Just like that," her voice had become breathy, eyes fluttering shut. He was doing the best he could to remember her motions from the week before, copying them as closely as possible.

Azriel was almost desperate to see her fall apart the way he had. He was desperate to repay that favor. He allowed his shadows to begin exploring. Watching as they played in her hair, down her back, over the perfect ass he'd been dreaming about.

His goal was set as she moaned as he moved to another tight area. Lyria was going to cum for him tonight, and he honestly did not care how.

His methods became more focused, he began softer touches, watching as goosebumps danced across her skin. His shadows had begun to play in her hair. She was catching on to what was happening. "Whatcha doin', Az?" Her tone was playful as she lifted herself to peek over her shoulder at the blushing male.

Azriel smirked at her, a scarred hand going under the towel to touch the bare skin of her ass and squeezing it. "Repaying a favor." He started to use methods he knew worked. He began kissing her back and neck, whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to touch you, Lyria?"

"Cauldron boil me," she moaned softly as he bit her shoulder. He smirked as she arched her back slightly into him. He could smell her. The scent of their arousal mixing in the air as he moved his hand lower and closer to her core. A soft whimper left her throat. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Touch me."

Azriel wasted no time, running his fingers on her already soaked core before pushing two into her. He used his other hand to tangle into her soft hair, pulling it to force her back to arch more. "Such a pretty little thing." She moaned loudly as his finger stretched her open.

"Azriel," her voice had gone completely breathy at this point. "Feels so good."

He smirked. "Just wait, princess. Your pretty cunt will feel so good wrapped around me." He pulled his fingers out of her, quickly turning her over on table and pulling her closer to the ledge. His fingers returned to her again, his thumb now joining in his assault on her by brushing against her clit. She had propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Azriel's fingers sunk in and out of her.

She was moaning his name, moaning praise, gasping softly with each delicious pull and push. "Look at me," he said. "Eyes on mine, princess." She looked into Azriel's hazel eyes. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

Lyria nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly at the motion. "Please."

"What do I get?" She whined as he curled his fingers into that perfect spot.

"Anything. You can have anything." Azriel hummed, and sped up his hands movements, groaning to himself as he felt her walls twitching around his fingers, tightening in excitement. Lyria was still following his orders, her beautiful eyes locked on his as her mouth fell open.

Azriel leaned forward, pushing her submission to find out exactly what he was dealing with. He grabbed her chin with his spare hand, holding her jaw open as he maintained eye contact with her, and then spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She did. "Cum, little fox." And she did. Lyria felt that coil snap in her stomach. He forced her to keep eye contact with him as she moaned out his name loudly, her toes curling. Shadows began to play along her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples causing more stimulation and prolonging her orgasm.

Azriel smirked as she rode his hand through her high, chest heaving. "On your knees. Take my pants off." He removed his fingers from her, pulling them to his mouth to suck them clean as he stepped back.

Lyria obeyed, getting on her knees in front of him and unlacing the tight material. She pulled them down his thighs and removed them, running her hands back up his thighs as she sat and waited. "Mouth open, hands behind your back. Tap my thigh twice if it's too much." He stroked his cock, watching as she got into position and parted her lips for him. "Gods, you are obedient, aren't you?"

"I just want to be your good girl," the soft confession almost made Azriel feel guilty as he pushed himself into her mouth, gripping the back of her head to hold her in place as the base of him.

"And you are." He began to fuck her throat slowly, watching her face as drool and tears began to form. His hands were laced tight into her hair for control as he growled above her. "Look so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Such a pretty little mess." She gagged softly around him. Play. He commanded his shadows, smirking as she moaned loudly at them beginning to trace over her clit, her nipples, dragging themselves between her folds. He picked up speed, watching as her mascara began to run, moaning as he destroyed her.

A familiar tight feeling started in his abs as his wings began to flare more. Azriel ripped her off of him and up before it could go further than he wanted and bent her over the table. "Are you on the tonic?" She nodded, unable to form words as his shadows continued their assault. "Good." Azriel lined himself up and pushed inside of her, head falling back into his shoulders as they both moaned. He grabbed both of her arms, pulling her slightly off the table and forcing her to use her abs to support herself.

He set a fast pace, filling her in a way no male ever had before. Stretching her more than any male had before. Lyria was quickly a mess, moaning his name and meeting his thrusts. "Is that the only word my beautiful little fox knows now? Have I fucked you so dumb already you can only say my name?" The drag of his cock as he teased her made her whimper and nod. "Fucking perfect. You are fucking perfect." Azriel grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. His other hand was squeezing her ass again as she laid back on the table.

"How far can I push you, Lyria? Where's the line?" Azriel began to tease her other hole. "Should we find out, princess?"

A scream of his name as he found that sensitive spot in her cunt was her only response. He could feel her wetness dripping, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He took the chance and pushed his thumb into her ass, chuckling as she moaned his name again. "Azriel, fuck! Please."

"Flithy fucking whore, aren't you?" Lyria nodded, smiling at the accusation. "Should I fuck your pretty ass next time? Gods, I'm going to fucking keep you. Can I keep you baby girl? Lock you up in my cabin in chains and just use this little body? Ill treat you like such a good little pet baby. You will be so spoiled."

Lyria was lost, pleasure building so tightly in her stomach she was going to explode soon. He felt so good inside of her and each groan and growl he released had her body fluttering in feminine pleasure. "Yes, master." Azriel groaned above her. "You can keep me."

He was smirking behind her again. He began thrusting even harder into the overly sensitive spot, growling as she got impossibly tighter around him. "Good little pet." His thumb was moving in time with his cock, he could feel it dragging, adding stimulation for both of them. Lyria was twitching around him, drooling and whispering in his name as over sensitivity set in. "Are you going to cum with my thumb in your ass, pet?"

A harsh thrust came after the question, making Lyria see stars as her toes began to curl again. "Yes, master. Can I cum? Please?"

Azriel growled again, his own orgasm right within reach. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart on me."

She came with a scream of his name, Azriel roaring behind her as he also fell over the edge with that final stimulation of her walls fluttering around him. "That's it, pet. There you go." The hand holding her wrist dropped them, guiding her soft pushing against his hips to pull him further into her. "Good girl, Lyria." He pulled his other hand out of her, resting it by her waist as he ran the other up and down her back. "Took me so well, baby."

Lyria shuttered at the praise. Her eyes shut as she came down fully. "We should do this again." Azriel nodded in agreement, pulling out of her slowly and grabbing the towel on the table to clean both of them.

Lyria turned as he threw it into the hamper and froze. Azriel looked at her his brows knitted in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Then he felt it. Azriel froze as well as he stared at her. A snap happened between the both of them causing his breath to hitch and hers to still.

The string connecting them was golden and sparkling. He pulled her to him instantly, hand holding the back of her hair as he began to cry happily into her head. "You have no clue how long I've been looking for you." He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then each cheek and nose. He finally kissed her lips. Lyria kissed him back, just as eager and smiled as he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Maybe we can do this again in a couple days, but minus the sex? Just spend time together?"

She nodded at his offer, trying to ignore her growing glowing skin. "I'd like that a lot."

"Do you always glow after sex?"

He smiled as she blushed. "No. I glow when I'm happy."

[calamitymoonmoon]

Seems Fort Pinta has some incredible fines in place for revenue raising

[platinumaspiration]

Accessories Redux

If I had a dollar for every broken pair of glasses and jewelry piece I converted, I'd have about $50, it looks like!

I am using blender as a preview method because I couldn't be bothered with sims moving around and being a nuisance. If you want the in-game previews, I'd suggest checking out the original posts from my old downloads page

Download All - SFS / MF Pick 'n' Choose - SFS / MF

details under the cut

Glasses Max image size is 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing. Glasses will not stack on top of each other. Some lens colors have been changed, sorry!

Madlen Caprice | AF | 2 recolors | 834 poly

MagnoliaC Kimmie | AF | 2 recolors | 1240 poly

Maushasims Aviators | AU | 3 recolors | 1260 poly

Maushasims BG 80s | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 1422 poly

Maushasims Mod | AF | 2 recolors | 1422 poly

MintValentine Abby | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 761 poly

MintValentine Leah | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 748 poly

MintValentine Pepper | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 654 poly

Murphy Chanel | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 4792 poly

Nords Kitty | TF-EF | 1 recolor | 1116 poly

Nords Same Old | TF-EF | 3 recolors | 1108 poly

Praline Sindra | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 2640 poly

SadlyDulcet Diamonds & Stars | CF-EF | 10 recolors | 2132 poly

SilentGrim Avii | AU | 3 recolors | 803 poly

SilentGrim Bans | AF | 3 recolors | 900 poly

SilentGrim Eco | AF | 3 recolors | 970 poly

Casteru Square | CU-EU | 4 recolors | 703 poly

Casteru Round | CU-EU | 3 recolors | 793 poly

Casteru Cat Eye V2 | AF | 6 recolors | 888 poly

Casteru Cat Eye V1 | CU-EF | 6 recolors | 888 poly

BlahBerryPancake Plain | AU | 3 recolors | 4516 poly

BlahBerryPancake Borderline | AU | 2 recolors | 7140 poly

MintValentine Daisy | CU | 4 recolors | 529 poly

SClub WM Kitty | CU | 3 recolors | 1668 poly

Jewelry Max image size 512x512. Updated to avoid blue texture flashing.

SimPeaches Cordelia Choker | AF | 3 recolors | 173 poly

SimLaughLove Patchy Scarf | CU-EU | 25 recolors | 525 poly* found in headgear

Oakiyo Kaia Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 2777 poly

LittleCakes Long Necklace | AF | 3 recolors | 705 poly

ClumsyAlien Eve Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 8093 poly

Arethabee Michelle Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 7697 poly* found in headgear

Alexaarr Queen Bee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1729 poly

Alexaarr Dainty Cross Necklace | AF | 1 recolor | 617 poly

Alexaarr Bumblebee Necklace | AF | 2 recolors | 1229 poly

Okruee Nath 1 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2395 poly

Okruee Nath 2 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2835 poly

Okruee Nath 3 Nose Ring | AF | 1 recolor | 2857 poly

NataliaAuditore PomPoms | TU-EU | 11 recolors | 1993 poly* found in headgear

Oakiyo Elle Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 6065 poly

Mlys Pufferhead Earrings | AF | 3 recolors | 531 poly

Glitterberrysims Bees Kneese Earrings | PU-EU | 1 recolor | 1713 poly

Alexaarr Honeycomb Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 4017 poly

Alexaarr Honeybee Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 3921 poly

Mag Benty Septum Nose Ring | TF/AU | 1 recolor | 1489 poly

Margosims Aurum Earrings | AF | 2 recolors | 1897 poly

SClub WM 201905 Right Index Ring (RIR) | CU | 3 recolors | 537 poly

SClub WM 201905 Right Pinky Ring (RPR) | CU | 3 recolors | 289 poly

TheNinthWave Pearl Necklace for Men | AM | 4 recolors | 6161 poly* 2 versions

[miss-tina-susanne]

Sindra gives thirteen elven erbs to you.

Athenais makes happy little grabby hands at Sindra, her expression warming.

Sindra shares one of her fleetingly quick little grins with the Mage.

You say to Sindra, "You are a gentlewoman and a scholar, and you are the reason Aramis is growing big and strong." Athenais rubs at her soon-to-be-made erb baby.

Astryn chuckles.

Sindra says to Athenais, "A godmother ought to spoil her foodson, after all."

You nod agreeably.

Drayax asks, "Kaynik is the stay at home dad to your food babies?"

You think carefully.

Kildrux coughs.

You say, "He supplies the elixirs to make their bones healthy."

Drayax laughs.

Sindra nods at Drayax seriously.

You nod firmly.

You tell Sindra: He also supplies a bone that makes healthy elixirs, but we don't talk about that. Sindra tells you: DON'T TELL CELYN THAT, he's afraid of elixirs already…

[avelynnss]

she'll let you come just far enough so you know she's really there

cc links under the cut

general: hair down by: @monharicot ponytail and bun by: @gegesimmer eyeshadow by: @cosimetic eyeliner and lipgloss (delight v2) by: @crypticsim rings by: @pralinesims earrings (loops) by: @suzuesims earrings (pearls) by: @gorillax3-cc tights by: @dreambot

sleep one: nightgown by: @rimings

sleep two: pajama set by: @gorillax3-cc

swim one: top and swim skirt by: @mysteriousoo hat by: @joliebean

swim two: dress (island living) sunglasses (sindra) by: @pralinesims

party one: cardigan by: @busra-tr turtleneck by: @trillyke skirt by: @daisypixel-blog (simsfinds) socks by: cholemmm

party two: cardigan by: @grafity-cc turtleneck by: @trillyke skirt by: @lazyeyelids (simsfinds) socks (base game) beret by: @eunosims necklace by: @christopher067

party three: jacket by: @charonlee shirt by: elliesimple (simsfinds) skirt by: @trillyke boots by: arltos beret by: @eunosims

party four: blouse by: @lazyeyelids skirt by: @cinnamon-sims

thank you to all cc creators!

[drgmissioncontrol]

You know, it’s times like these when I have nothing else to do that I reflect on my time here at Deep Rock. Some of you are young enough that I’ve lived through your history books. Some of you are old enough that you’ve got great-grandchildren older than me. Bugcrusher or bookcrusher, every Dwarf that’s ever come through here has one thing in common:

We all hate Elves.

Why? They’ve paid us insult in the past, it’s true, but so have we. Is it that they’re, quite literally, leaf lovers and we are lead lovers? Is it their naive moral sanctimony and unwillingness to change that makes them so obstinate in their beliefs that they refuse to see the validity in our way of life? Is it that they drink tea???

Actually, I thought about it some more, and it’s definitely because they’re jealous. When was the last time an Elf added anything to the galaxy? We’re innovators! Industrialists! We turn the wheels of the galactic economy! Dwarven rock and steel adorns cultures from the Thousand-Sun Temples on Sindra to the Mantle Tappers of New Parthon. Elven literature collects dust on bookshelves and they still preach about their righteousness.

Also, they have absolutely DETESTABLE taste in cuisine. What the hell is a berry anyway?

[aryamistwood]

Trailblazer Track Optimizations based on YOUR Home Stable

SO now that we understand how the Trailblazer Track points work, I've been having fun coming up with some potential optimizations based off of my favorite types of activities for each of the Home Stables.

As a recap, 1350pts/day is the bare minimum-maximum points to shoot for. This includes:

Daily Point Redemption: 450pts Tasks 1-4: 100pts each (400pts total) Tasks 5-8: 75pts each (300pts total) Tasks 9-12: 50pts each (200pts total)

NOTE: You can keep earning points after task 12 at 20pts/task, indefinitely until the end of the day, but for the sake of the bare min-max, you can stop after your 12th task.

Here are my suggestions based on YOUR Home Stable:

MOORLAND

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Julie's Chore 1 - Daily Horse Care 3 - Bobcats 3 Jumping Races 1 - Tan's Moorland Race

FORT PINTA

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 1 - Ricky's Race 1 - Sindra's Race 1 - Beach Race 2 - Any Moorland Tasks (above)

STEVE'S FARM

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 2 - Tai's Jumping Races 3 - Marley's Races

SILVERGLADE MANOR*

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 2 - Yelena's Working Equitation Races 3 - Arena Jumping Courses *this is personally my favorite batch, I might move my stable here

VALEDALE

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care

A lot of the Valedale tasks are RNG, and others may not be available depending on where you are in the story and honestly, your preferences. It's simultaneously one of the easiest and hardest places to get points because there's so many options. Anyway, chose 5 of the following: 3 - Farrah's deliveries (bonus, good for shillings) 5 - Soul Rider Trainings/Missions (GREAT if you don't have Runerunner, probably what I would choose myself) 1 - Alex's Training (TBD if the other Soul Riders will get trainings, maybe this Wednesday's update, stay tuned) 2 - Firefly Races (Ada and Makenna) 1 - Orienteering Race 1 - Hollow Woods Race 6 - Find and pet the Magic Horses (if you've completed the magic horse quests from the Druid Paths, this may be the quickest + 1200hxp) 1-5 - Opening satchels (you can get up to 5, but I personally only unlock the 250) ? - Runecarving

BONUS - plants and light reward 2pts each, good passive for the other tasks

FIRGROVE

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care

So..Firgrove doesn't have anything around you can do, so you'll have to branch out. You can either do the Starshine tasks below, or go towards Valedale Lake for: 1 - Pole Bending Apocalypse 2 - Mr. Anderson's Races 2 - Any Valedale Tasks (above)

STARSHINE

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 8 - Solo + Opponent Race's (you have to INDIVIDUALLY accept each race. Otherwise if you queue them together it will only count as 1 task.)

If you encounter the bug where you can't do all 8 races, you'll have to supplement with the following: 4 - Mary's Animals 1 - Josh Chore Daily

DUNDULL

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 3 - Dundull Ranger's Races 2 - Violet's Photography Quests 3 - Luis' Ranger Equitation Races

REDWOOD POINT

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 3 - Rowan's Races 2/3 - Dundull Ranger's Races

TAILTOP VILLAGE

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 2 - Pistachio's Races 1 - Willow's Momento 1 - Juniper/Rocco's Letter 1 - Athena's Pottery Race 3 - Firgrove Stable Chores (follow the path past the Warriors and Gary)

JORVIK STABLES

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 2 - Dressage 2 - Stein's feed the animals quests 1 - any Sunfield chore Alternatively, if you don't like dressage:

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 2 - Stein's feed the animals quests 3 - Jarlasson Races on Paddock island

NEW HILLCREST

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 5 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 4 - Extra Interesting Fossils (great to start working on an Event Bank)

If you DON'T have fossils unlocked, you have options for your last 3 tasks (though I highly recommend you unlock Epona Fossils): 3 - Misc Races (NHC stable race, CMV race for rep, Tolt race - if you have an Icelandic, any race on South Hoof, Moorland, or Jarlaheim, depending on where your training takes you) ? - Reputation quests in the area (Ricky/Jamie/Zombie Husband's Wife idk i hated that quest) This isn't a long term suggestion as you will eventually run out when you finish the questlines/cap your reputation, but its a good way to make progress on those reputations

SOUTH HOOF

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 3 - Skip's Races 5 - Outside Stable Chores at NHC (take the bridge)

GOLDENLEAF STABLES

450pts - Daily Redepmtion 3 - Inside Stable Chores 3 - Outside Stable Chores 1 - Daily Horse Care 4 - Ewa's Races 1 - Fishing or Chore by the docks