#dcmination

[shadowbrn]

from  dredhwen  hyldypi  (  @dcmination  )  to  eric  northman  ;  ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg .

this  is  not  something  eric  expected  to  come  out  of  their  connection.  his  friendship  with  dred  wasn't  supposed  to  turn  into  anything  more.  and  yet  .  .  .  he  practically  craved  her.  she  was  attractive,  she  understood  him  (  as  well  as  anyone  could  ),  and  he'd  never  wanted  anyone  this  much.  he  almost  hates  himself  for  it.  but  there's  that  something  about  her,  and  he  moves  in  to  make  his  move.  he's  irresistible  and  he  knows  it.

until  he's  apparently  not.

dred's  got  a  smirk  on  her  face,  and  she  puts  her  hand  on  his  chest  to  push  him  back.  eric  may  have  over  a  foot  on  her,  but  he  stops  in  his  tracks.  eric  hears  the  word  (  the  command,  if  he's  being  truthful  )  fall  from  her  lips,  and  he  isn't  sure  he's  heard  her  right.  he's  a  viking  god,  he's  never  had  to  work  for  sex  a  day  in  his  life,  and  now  dred  wants  him  to  beg.  his  lip  twitches  slightly,  a  reaction  due  to  .  .  .  annoyance?  lust?  he  doesn't  know  which.  all  he  knows  is  he  needs  her  and  he  can't  let  something  as  silly  as  his  pride  get  in  the  way.

❝  you  want  to  see  me  beg?  ❞  he  asks,  towering  over  her  and  looking  down  at  her.  god,  does  he  even  know  how?  he's  never  been  the  one  in  this  situation.  things  are  usually  the  other  way  around.  ❝  please.  ❞  it  has  to  be  a  start,  right?  ❝  please  let  me  show  you  what  you'll  be  missing  if  you  turn  me  away.  ❞

#dcmination #—— ic. eric northman #—— answered

[daevilhorns-1]

❛ how does it feel to finally have a girlfriend who has nicer hair than yours? ❜ 😌

✟ ... unprompted.

cue the annoyed tsk clicking from roof of his mouth , and an exaggerated eye roll to tie it all together with a nice bow. ❛❛ i dunno about nicer than mine— ❜❜ which would be a false statement [ ... ] he just didn't want to admit it. after all , his hair was his pride and joy ; albeit often neglected and left for dead. hers didn't desperately need to be detangled right now , did it ? or freshly dyed. ❛❛ yours just looks cooler —— but the birds want to live in mine. so who's the real winner here ? ❜❜

#dcmination #⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁. :͓̽ ic. #. baby boy that is not a flex. <3

[austerulous]

◈   @dcmination  //  cont.

All around them, lichen-mottled stone rose out of the earth like bones, like fangs. It was fitting that they meet here, among the crumbling ruins.

Dredhwen must have heard him, must have known that he approached. With his own mass, with the weight of his steel, his footfall was heavy. Age-old bones peeked from between blades of grass and from under blankets of moss. As Farkas approached, they splintered beneath his boots. A fitting audience, of the deathless and the death-bound.

Daughter of Coldharbour, she would outlive him – unless violence took her. They would bear no children, they would never sleep under the same roof. The only ceiling they shared was the vaulted sky, pitch dark and bristling with stars. No hope for the next life, either. All they had were moments such as this. Furtive, offensive to Molag Bal and Hircine alike.

Farkas was immune to her monstrosity, just as she was immune to his. In his nose, the familiar scent of moonflower and blood. In his ears, her voice, its frigid edges thawing. Silently, he swallowed her in an embrace from behind, arms closing around his paramour like jaws. His looming silhouette engulfed her own as he pulled her into his heat, blunt teeth scraping against the helix of her ear, before dissolving into a kiss to her temple. Farkas breathed in Dredhwen’s nacreous beauty, breathed in the chill of her, her perfume of grave soil and blood. Weeks and months of absence had salted his appetite.

More sensible than he, his lover prised herself away, resisting what he had already yielded to. Distance of only several places yawned between them, seemingly insurmountable.

“Looking for you. The moons are almost full. I know they call to you, as they call to me.”

We share that much, at least.

Beneath the gravel of his voice, a wound, rejection stinging brief and bright as a papercut. It passed quickly, and Farkas’ tone shifted into one that was soft, urgent:

“Tell me to leave. Send me away, if that’s what you truly want.”

#been a hot minute since i posted from mobile #i hope this doesn't do anything funky with the formatting #anyway i'm not immune to the werewolf / vampire combination 😌 #◈ — ic; farkas #dcmination

[redemptioninterlude]

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send me a 🍓 for a compliment ( accepting ) + @dcmination

charrrrlie oh charlie! i mean these things are so funny it's always like a compliment and i'm like no ♡ because really it's an opportunity to talk about the things that i love about people as a mun and their muses! so let's start with your muses because i can tell just how much love and dedication that you've put into all of them. i love that you never shy away from the brutal nature of what you've put together for dred too, like big hats off to you. her and marceline? fucking chef's kiss out here.

now you! i always fucking love a fellow canadiano, like it's just one, refreshing, and two, frustrating that you're on the other end of the country, like, omg let me in!? but next vancouver trip you already know i'm bullying you to come down to hang out and i wanna see you, because oh my godddd i want to! you've got the craziest impeccable style and trust me i'll be hitting you up as my next make up haul urge hits, because i need to be trying these brands you keep talking about!??!?!

#dcmination #❝ ooc ❞ ┆ mun answers ┆ if no one's putting numbers on the board !

[aquariusvibes-arch]

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@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

charlie, my love, my light of my life. you and your characters bring me so much joy. you always make me smile. you really are an amazing friend to me. and I'm so happy we met.

#dcmination #⎯ ✖ ♡ 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 ( ooc. ) #⎯ ✖ ♡ 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 ( answered. )

[othunderous]

"You infuriate me." (endearment)

the chuckle flows from him easily. crinkles his eyes, stretches a grin from ear to ear. not everyone can express their gratitude with grand, dramatic confessions of appreciation— at least, that’s what he’ll tell himself it is. APPRECIATION. there is the slightest glimmer of cockiness in his eyes as he looks away from her. “thank you, that means more than you know.” SARCASM weighs his words, of course, but there is teasing alongside it. thor lifts a hand, catches dred by her shoulder, gives a light shake. “you have such a lovely way with words. always know just what to say.”

#dcmination #𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧. main #the banter the jabbing

[betterhandcuffs]

Spanking or Scratching?

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃

❝ on me ━━ scratching. on them? both. ❞

#dcmination #answered.

[e1igius]

eyes watch the woman , she was everything he wanted to be. he was careful with what he said around her. as if he were still attempting to gain favor , he sits idly. waiting , blue eyes glued to her. an intensity as strong as late summer storms. when curiosity washes over texan features , soft lips parting at the action ,

❝ i ain't think that's done right ma'am. ❞

@dcmination gets a smol thing

#dcmination

[ofthescrolls]

@dcmination asked:❝ did i make you proud ?  did i ever make you proud ? ❞ ( for molag 😌 )

What was it with those bothering him? It wasn't enough that there were many getting on his nerves. Was it enough that he was focused on another plan of his? Maybe, maybe not. It seemed everyone either wanted his council or for him to do something.

Not to mention, there were some who wanted to be rid of some of his 'gifts', but the problem was, Molag Bal could not give them what he wanted. He would have to talk to another and that most likely would cause an even larger headache.

However, the question did cause him to snap back to the present. As much as he could, anyways.

"Do you truly want a truthful answer?" No matter what he'd give, it would not be the exact truth. While, it could be given - it most likely would not be believed. A reason to why (even now) the best possibly explanation, would be an exaggerated one. Not necessarily truth, but neither a lie. "Or the best possible one?"

Another long pause before he spoke again. "Correct. On both accounts." Closer to the truth, than not, but there was far more to the answer. Perhaps his own personal bias came into play as well.

#( threads. molag bal ) #dcmination

[shadowbrn]

dredhwen  hyldypi  (  @dcmination  )  said  to  eric  northman  ;  ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ 

this  doesn't  happen  often.  not  the  part  where  dred  is  giving  orders  .  .  .  eric's  absolutely  used  to  that.  but  getting  something  from  her  without  having  to  do  anything  .  .  .  that's  new.  she's  on  her  knees  in  front  of  him,  and  he  has  business  proposals  in  front  of  him.  her  touch  is  teasing,  and  eric's  jaw  clenches  up.  he  wants  to  stop  what  he's  doing  and  reach  down  to  grab  her,  put  her  exactly  where  he  wants  her  (  where  he  needs  her  ).  but  he  can't  do  that  .  .  .  not  right  now  at  least.  she's  given  an  order,  and  eric  knows  he  has  to  follow  it.

❝  what  if  i  can't  last  long  at  all?  ❞  eric  asked,  his  tension  of  trying  to  keep  himself  under  control  being  very  obvious  in  his  voice.  he  doesn't  think  this  is  going  to  last  long  at  all.  dred  knows   exactly  what  she's  doing   and  exactly  how  to  get  a  reaction  out  of  him,  ❝  i  can't  focus  on  .  .  .  business  proposals  when  you're  doing  that.  ❞

#dcmination #—— ic. eric northman #—— answered #nsft // #q.

[daevilhorns-1]

⁽ ✟ ⁾ @dcmination . . . . rile my muse up as they ( work on a new song they've played the same riff for over and over for four hours ).

maybe a break was the best course of action [ ... ] though such a rare sight it would be to see him admit it. but it was difficult to simply up and stop —— especially when a certain riff acted like a worm in his ear ; wiggling and finally nestling itself into his brain like a disease to fester until it had been perfected. this always led to frustration once the clock had ticked on long enough . . . . time proved to be his biggest enemy as there never seemed to be enough hours in a day , but she was always nearby to distract when the expletives ( or the urge to smash his guitar ) became too loud.

he'd been ignoring her.

dred appeared with apparently one goal in mind , eventually slinking into his lap and successfully replacing the seven string he's currently resenting. it's funny [ ... ] just how quick he is to forget what he'd been doing in the first place when he was being offered a much better option on a much prettier platter. suddenly his instrument was out of sight and out of mind , and his attention on nothing but her. was that what she was after in the first place ? his attention ? —— or was it just to make the repetitive circle of hell finally come to an end ? he couldn't blame her either way.

but he'd been ignoring her [ ... ] and he feels as though he's now being punished. bodies still tucked away in his own personal corner and his lap her rightful throne ; with each deliberate shift of her body atop his and each feverish kiss he'd place on every inch of exposed skin he could reach —— she still hadn't touched him where he was practically begging to be touched.

❛❛ baby— ❜❜ it's a quiet whine that escapes his throat as inked hands instinctually find her hips ; deciding to take what tortuous movements she offered into his own hands. to desperately take what he wants. ❛❛ you mad that i wasn't payin' attention to you ? ❜❜ and with that question , digits left their imprints on flesh as he roughly dragged her hips over his lap [ ... ] to offer his arousal just the slightest bit of friction ; to allow her to properly feel what she was doing to him. he'd push them back to repeat the process. a heavy lidded gaze flutters to find hers above , and through gritted teeth came his next inquiry. ❛❛ d'you want t'kill me before i can even fuck you ? ❜❜

#dcmination #⁽ 𝖎. ⁾ ✟ . . . 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁. :͓̽ ic. #usfw / #. walks away whistling xo.

[cardiomyapathy]

SC: @dcmination

Was he getting too old for this? Club music berates his ears, the soundwaves jostling his brain until he HAS to get up. He excuses himself from his company, making sure not to knock over loose bottles of beer onto the freshly divided coke. GROW UP, he almost says to his companions -- men who were of relative age and either born or forced into success. He was definitely getting too old. He tells them he's going out for a smoke, but if they knew him well, they would know that he didn't smoke. Too many years working on everything inside of a ribcage made him wary of things like that. His plan was to just leave and call it a night. Maybe bar hop by himself in silence. Geez, he was starting to sound like his father.

It's all elbows and boobs until he gets through most of the crowd, and makes his escape into the back hall. He brushes against one more shoulder before recognizing it.

" Hey, blue. You here with someone? "

#// maybe they know each other from her w o r k #// or like just bc #dcmination

[redemptioninterlude]

five times kissed :

5 times ... meme ( accepting ) + @dcmination // dred

Maybe she's a little bit sneaky about this whole thing. Marceline usually has a strict no mortals stance on things - she doesn't want to slip the way that Erandi does, changing every love to be one of them. But there's a moment isn't there? When they're all out at night, where her gaze LEVELS TO HER OWN, like a promise of what could come for them. Heart beating fast, she'll be brave and take the dive, them out at the bar with the rest and when she's got her by the hand, she'll take her to a quieter corner, pressing her against the wall. "Tell me no," like a dare, a promise. And when it doesn't come, Marceline leans forwards, searing the other woman with a kiss that lasts, uncaring as all the black of her lipstick smeared against her mouth.

When did this become a regular thing? Wine in her office, the both of them in different chairs. "Come here." Marceline's dark eyes don't glow for now, but she pats her lap to showcase that it was an OPEN SEAT for her if she wanted it, which she does. And when she kisses her, it's slow, tongue slipping along the seam of her lips, before moving along the line of her neck, leaving bruises and bites along the way. And more than that, she wanted to bite, unable to stop herself from her fangs nicking hot against the skin, the other's low moan the invitation that she wanted, just as they sink beneath her flesh, letting her give a far more bloody mouthed kind of kiss that she deserved.

Their mornings are so lazy ; and Marceline, well, she doesn't need to sleep but she finds that mortals find it so much more reassuring when you're there as they wake. She moves about her usual business, but when a certain time hits, she'll slip back into the bed, arms winding around her from behind. Burying her face against her icy blue hair, streaking her fingers through it to leave her feeling ADORED. In time for her to stir to wakefulness, a faint smile blushing against her lips as she leaned into kiss her slow, drawing her touch along her side. "... good morning. You hungry? I already got you something to get started with."

"I said you look BEAUTIFUL," they dance beneath the lights of Lulu's birthday, everything transformed into something that looks as if it belonged to another place, another time. Which, honestly, did they need when so much of their lives were combined and soaked through with magic and the unbelievable? Still. She'll kiss her clean and whirl around the floor with her, as PG as she was willing to be in front of her coworkers, leaning in closer to trace her tongue along the shell of her ear. "I can't wait to get you home and strip it all off of you."

Things change with Ani's disappearance. And while she'd love to have Dred over more and more, it looks like things flip, with Marceline spending more time in her space. Her touch slides along countertops and she thinks, humans have so much stuff... which is wild to her given how light a life they live. But it's so full, and perhaps she's ENVIOUS OF IT, looking back as Dred's arms wind around her waist, touching a photograph before turning to press a sweeter kiss against the other's cheek. "Who are these people babe? Your family?"

#( marceline ) &&. answered #( marceline ) &&. main verse #dcmination

[amcrist]

❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜

eros takes a drink and the liquor swims in him and he in it. the warm wet of it begins to burn hotter, a slow boil that slip-slides through his veins like it drips from an IV. there is a kind of hot healing to her words, does she know that? does she see that subtle power?

"i'm not sure yet what i am begging for," he shoots his silvery arrow in the form of a testing quip. what will this sort of disobedience bring about from her?

#dcmination #oop

[bladedwoe]

dcmination asked : ❝ i give you three days before you screw up and someone runs a knife across your throat. ❞

S.kyrim sentence starters. / @dcmination -- still accepting

        𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬. A chuckle that seemed all that of mirth but truly was that of annoyance. Who was she to tell the leader of the Dark Brotherhood such nonsense?

        ❝ Is that a warning? ❞ she prods in her usual honeyed voice, seemingly unbothered by her rather… violent remark. She tilts her head, assessing her. If she was looking for a fight, she was a fool. She picked the wrong place to do it. This would all be on her terms. ❝ Or a threat? ❞

#asks #dcmination #( thanks for this! ) #( I wasn't sure what the general vibe for this was so I went with this ) #( let me know if I used the wrong pronouns! ) #( also this was made with the new beta editor so trimming might be a little wonky ) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Astrid ) #violence mention tw

[austerulous]

Bond tag drop! ♡

#◈ › bonds — ❛ the way she shows me that i’m hers and she is mine ❜ — farkas × eivor — erobret #◈ › bonds — ❛ you can fuck anyone / but with whom can you sit in water? ❜ — odessa × sarah — divinitywept #◈ › bonds — ❛ you can lean on my arm as you break my heart ❜ — farkas × ariveth — ariveth #◈ › bonds — ❛ i would stand at her back / that the world might never overtake us ❜ — farkas × astrid — bladedwoe #◈ › bonds — ❛ if love is a door i keep closed / will it be a wound i keep open? ❜ — farkas × dredhwen — dcmination #◈ › bonds — ❛ it’s enough for me to be sure that you and i exist at this moment ❜ — mary × kassandra — ofspvrta #◈ › bonds — ❛ some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea ❜ — mary × emily — silentknives #◈ › bonds — ❛ let me plunge into that holy dark ❜ — anri × joseph — propheresy #◈ › bonds — ❛ believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of ❜ — maria × miriam — propheresy #◈ › bonds — ❛ the rituals are intricate / and violent ❜ — ciaran × lucius — lustmord #◈ › bonds — ❛ not all love is gentle / sometimes it feels like teeth ❜ — odessa × miriam — propheresy #◈ › bonds — ❛ remember us in your stories and in your songs ❜ — mary × anne — paddyfuck #◈ › bonds — ❛ all of my devotion turns violent ❜ — maria × arral — burdensofblood #◈ › bonds — ❛ are you healed or do you only think you’re healed? ❜ — odessa × haru — tamedgod