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Lord of the Dead, Falon'Din

About his design, i want to make him "unsettling" like the mention of death itself. So i combine bones (rib cage) and thorns in his robes that makes you think twice to hug him

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Finished my Mythal redesign 🙏🏻

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Hartford Courant, Connecticut, March 9, 1906

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miffy with a pearl earring i adore you

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they’re burning me at the stake tomorrow. If anyone wants to come

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cras in palo comburar. si quis adesse velit

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heat

(Read on AO3)

I have been wanting to make an emmrook omegaverse smut fic for ages and im so glad to finally do so lmao this is pretty much just straightforward omegaverse, so please enjoy

Explicit. 5,553 words

Summary

She was a mess, hair stuck to her face and her neck, and she knew the moment Emmrich caught her scent. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, his lungs sucking in a deep breath, capturing the sweet, tangy scent of omega.

“Rook.” The breath he released was shaky, and his hands curled into fists at his side, maintaining some modicum of control — or trying to — staying by the door and refusing to come near her.

“Emmrich,” she moaned his name. “Help me, please, please, please — I don't, I don't know what's happening— I—”

“Darling,” he managed to choke out, “You're in heat.”

—

Or, omega Rook enters a long overdue heat. Alpha Emmrich helps. Omegaverse AU.

Preview under the cut. Read the rest on AO3

Hot.

Too hot.

Rook's shirt stuck to feverish skin as she woke, the fabric too tight, too painful, too much. She clawed at the laces by her throat, choking her, shaking fingers attempting to undo them, breasts bared, fingers slipping against the ties again and again until she cried out from frustration.

Her legs were no better. The trousers she wore to sleep slick with sweat and something else. An ache between her thighs, pounding at her core, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Dazed and skin ablaze, she pushed her trousers off, wrestling it down her legs with more effort than she could expend, muscles sluggish and heavy, every movement lighting her blood on fire. Where the heat and agony ended and began, she couldn’t tell anymore.

Finally, the trousers pooled around her knees, just enough for the cool air to hit the damp, hot skin of her thighs. Rook hissed — pleasure pain winding through her body, a momentary satisfaction, only to be blindsided again by a rush of arduous, aching desire.

Dripping, her small clothes were all but completely translucent with her slick, ruined.

Heat coiled through her gut, settling low in her belly like an inferno, demanding attention. Even the touch of her fingers to her thighs left her breathless, slipping under the fabric, rubbing through her folds in an attempt to soothe this blaze. She couldn’t help it — fingers buried eagerly in her wet cunt, palm grinding on her clit with little finesse, no ceremony, just an excruciating itch beginning under her skin that her fingers couldn’t seem to reach no matter how deep she went, harder and harder.

It only worsened, a loud cry leaving her lips, her gut lurching as a cramp rolled through her, her whole body struck by a lightning spell.

Then — a knock on her door, loud enough to return her to her senses, even just for a short time.

Rook sat up, half-undressed. “Hold on!” she shouted, stuttered — or tried to, unable hold back a gasp as her thighs rubbed together.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Darling? Are you alright?”

Emmrich.

Rook would recognize his scent anywhere as it drifted through the cracks of her door — potash and sage, oakmoss and lilacs. Earth and blood. Mellower than most alphas, but at that moment it was the most potent thing in the world, curling around her hindbrain — the part of her screaming, clawing for him, rattling its cage, leaving her breathless from sheer desire.

When she didn't answer — her hand stuck between her thighs, covered in slick, distracted by the ache — Emmrich called out again, worry coloring his tone, “Darling, I'm coming in.”

The door cracked open and his scent flooded her nose — and she moaned, indecent and loud.

Any other time, Rook would have been mortified — shame coloring her cheeks, humiliated by her gasps and groans — but now there was nothing more she wanted than to stick her face into Emmrich's neck, lick a long line from his shoulder to his jugular, tongue against the scent gland there, and bite. Hard.

She was a mess, hair stuck to her face and her neck, and she knew the moment Emmrich caught her scent. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, his lungs sucking in a deep breath, capturing the sweet, tangy scent of omega.

“Rook.” The breath he released was shaky, and his hands curled into fists at his side, maintaining some modicum of control — or trying to — staying by the door and refusing to come near her.

“Emmrich,” she moaned his name. “Help me, please, please, please — I don't, I don't know what's happening— I—”

“Darling,” he managed to choke out, “You're in heat.”

(Read the rest on AO3)

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