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✢ DEVILSNARE. a highly selective multimuse ft. canons and ocs from various media. mature themes will be present. read rules before interacting. owned and operated by byron ( he/they , 25 + , cst ).
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𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟓/𝟓
Man, I like Carl in the show, but I really miss the little freak who nearly beat two kids to death with a brick. Give the people violent dumbass Carl Grimes 😔
HE LOOKED AT HER, guilt written across his face. His head twitched back and forth to say no, please don’t ask. I don’t want to lie to you. Burdock could lie to Peacekeepers without any hesitation or remorse, but he wouldn’t lie to @heartsbreaking. ❝ Do you really want me to answer that ? ❞ he asked quietly, like a child anticipating a sour response.
Rebellion was easier before. Lenore Dove’s death hadn’t affected just Haymitch. The whole Seam mourned her. Her songs, her tales of life before the Covey ended up in the districts, and lust for life lit the way for everyone else. The woods never felt the same without her. Even though Burdock believed that the dead never really left, he could hear her laugh amongst the birds, and see the trails of her skirt out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned around he was always alone. His cousin was dead.
❝ I’m just meeting with some of miners, ❞ which meant that he was trying to organize a strike.
ANSWERED : where are you going with this ? (for burdock from asterid)
#5uccubus is a selective rp blog for a succubus popstar original character, adore west, ( by ufo. ) © 18+ CONTENT!
featuring . . . samaira blackmont & or.mund hightower / @devilsnare
mutuals may interact only those tagged may reblog!
@devilsnare sent “ you feel so good. “ ( ormund to samaira )
while she was able to amuse herself around hightower plenty, she was still making friends and learning their expectations for her. most of all she missed the companionship of her husband. she did not easily sit still when there was an alternative, and to her that alternative was going to see him when she knew their forces would be stationary for a short time. she'd behaved herself all throughout the meal that followed her arrival. it did not bother her at all that she had walked into an active military encampment, by the following morning there would be little guessing as to whom she belonged and that she was not to be bothered.
when they finally made it back to ormund's pavilion, the fabric had barely shut behind them before she was kissing him. kissing had become much more passionate until they were both undressed and with legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. "well, i missed you," samaira breathed, her mouth brushing ormund's earlobe. her nails dug until the skin of his back as she moved her hips with his. she buried her face into the crook of his neck muffling the sound of her moans. "there, right there." she did not care that ormund had been with his army for what felt like weeks, and that he'd been riding, fighting and traveling for that time. as she wound her fingers through his hair all that mattered was that she was here with him.
THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD, fire rained down from the sky as dragons fought. Death unlike any other was all around them. The smell …. gods the smell. Could the Stranger reach them if they were reduced to nothing ? He had this just been battles amongst men, they would not be ready. The longest era of peace had been before this. None of them were battle tested. So with whatever life he had left, days, years, hours, minutes … he was going to make the most of it … with his wife.
He had one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair. ❝ Right there, right there, ❞ he parroted back to her as he made sure to hit the spot that made her moan. ❝ Cum for me, baby. ❞ It didn’t matter how tired he was, he had all the energy in the world for this. ❝ Fuck you feel so good, ❞ with her he could forget it all. There was nothing except the two of them. ❝ So perfect, ❞ he groaned before picking up speed.
"you know, you wouldn't have had to wait in line much if you'd actually come to the ed." with all the trouble she knew the duttons got into, it was a surprise they didn't spend more time in the ed at bozeman general, then again, they had enough money to skip the line and get taken straight to surgery or whatever department they would be eventually sent to when they passed through the hospital doors. the days of the dutton family money throwing the weight of their name around were mostly over. still, with a wound like this kayce dutton would have been escorted back to a bay immediately.
she knelt down to one of her kitchen cabinets, pulled out an old tackle box and lifted it onto the counter. "keep holding that towel there while i get set up." maya began by unwrapping and unfolding a sterile table cover and bringing it over to her kitchen table where kayce sat. she brought her forceps, needle driver and a couple packages of sutures. she also brought over a bottle of alcohol to clean the wound. "i'm not going to ask what you were doing cause i'm pretty sure i don't want to know, but should i be looking for any shrapnel or rocks in there?" she'd long since forgiven monica for running off with kayce and they'd mostly forgiven each other for the fight that followed, but a new more responsible grown up worry couldn't help but arise whenever he got himself into messes like these.
starter for @devilsnare / kayce dutton *
HIS LIPS CURL UP INTO A WARM SMILE, ❝ That requires driving into Bozman. Knocking your door only took the drive over here. ❞ His old truck sat out front, blood over the seats from his injury. There was a new found sense of peace now that his father and ongoing war for the Yellowstone Ranch was over. For a while Kayce had believed that he had lost the capacity to feel at peace. He thought that he had lost not only himself but everyone else to the violence.
❝ This, ❞ he looked down to see her patching him out, ❝ this was a good ole fashioned accident. Some rocks probably, ❞ he nodded. ❝ Turns out I’m a little rusty at doing the actual ranch hand work. ❞ For so long he felt almost invincible, perhaps that was the real Dutton curse. Working a ranch by yourself was dangerous work, for anyone even a Dutton. ❝ Tate is at school and Monica is at work. I’ll call them once I’m squared away. ❞
𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 sense of uncaring. chani feels as if she should be kinder to her, more understanding, but she cannot bring herself to do it. there is tension between them, animosity which had lingered for the last so many years ... is it too deeply rooted to be fixed ? to chani irulan represents a wall, a boundary keeping paul from doing something that he wished to do. she inspired unhappiness in him & chani wished so much for usul to be happy but being emperor has done nothing but bring misery. for him, for her people, for the worlds who did not have the sense to bend to him ... how did this woman feel living as empress but knowing she was second best in the eyes of a man she wanted ? to be denied children, to be disregarded as his wife for her ? chani hadn't the patience for ... competition even if it had been a silent one to irulan this entire time.
@devilsnare ASKED, " CAN I TELL YOU A SECRET? I'M SO SICK OF IT ALL. "
❛ i assume you wish to make me sympathetic to you ? ❜ asked in as unreadable, even slightly irritated, tone as her face shows. ❛ i cannot find it within me to do so. ❜ blunt, ❛ you are empress of the known universe, irulan. you could have anything you wish when you want it. you can do as you please & no one looks down on you for who you are nor where you come from. ❜ the name 'fremen' is still sneered by those in the great houses. they still look at her with equal interest as disgust almost. ❛ my people continue to die for usul's war ... i do not see your sardaukar doing the same. we are not the same nor will we ever be. ❜
WHAT WAS SHE EXPECTING ? The Empress felt a fool … she had wanted compassion, co-misery, companionship … it had been a childish fantasy to assume that she would get those from the woman beside her. Yet she still wanted it.
Irulan was a stranger on this planet and it it’s people. She would never be one of them. She could not assimilate the way the Atredis did. The way Paul and Jessica did. The people were, the Fremen, had been so vastly underestimated in every text. Spice was in everything here, the food, the air, in greater concentration that anywhere else. The Fremen were consuming it at doses that would overdose from another planet for lunch. they knew the voice and could sense any tricks. ⸻ Your people fight because they are stronger in resolve and skill.
Mu’Aib , Usul , Lisan Al Giab … sides of Paul Irulan could never fully know. She knew him as Atredis and Kwatz Haderach. ❝ Empress, ❞ she laughed as if that title could ever grant her freedom. It was cage constructed before her vary creation. A Bene Gesserit Empress … that plan fallen apart the second Lady Jessica gave birth. ❝ Do you think there is a force more powerful than Paul Atredis and his followers ? ❞ Whatever world comes after this, would it remember Irulan Corino beyond her being the last of her line.
DR. PARKER ELLIS THE PITT 2.07 – 1:00 P.M.
"i think i'm being fucked with," maya pulled the red stained gloves from her hands as she exited trauma one. she rolled her shoulders back and stuck her hand under the sanitizer dispenser, falling in step with doctor ellis. "this is pittsburgh, what do you mean i'm getting the dumbass rez injuries here?" and on the night shift too, served her right. before she was asked, maya continued "stable hand went to check on the horses because of the storm going on and one of 'em kicked and the force shattered the tibia seriously fucked up their knee." every year you could count on there was at least one really bad horse related injury back home, but until now that certainty hadn't followed her to pittsburgh. "i desperately need coffee," hopefully nothing came in in the five minutes it would take for her to fill a paper cup and maybe even the time it would take to drink it. "what came in while i was in there?" the thunderstorm raging outside probably meant that they were bound to get a few more weird ones tonight.
starter for @devilsnare / parker ellis *
PARKER’S NOSE SCRUNCHED, ❝ Ouch, I would not want to be that guy. Did he go up to surgery yet ? ❞ she asks as they round the nurses’ station to look at the board. ❝ No, but Abbot is trying to be funny. Him and the nurses are making balloon animals out of the gloves again and hiding them around the ER. ❞ Parker does dare say the q word or the s word. Quiet and slow were strictly off limits. She scans the board for her next case. ❝ Let’s do that one together, it sounds like it’s going to be a handful. ❞
@devilsnare said: [ suck ] sender carl sucks a mark into receiver’s sophia's neck, possessive and without shame ( sophia , from carl grimes )
☾ ⋆ ╱ ︰ they're jealous little things, both of them. have been since they were children. a decade later, in one of the houses they've taken for their own, they're no better. jealous little adults. but instead of fist fights with others their age over it, instead of raging and silence for days to punish eachother, it's this. pinned between the warmth of him and creaking mattress, jeaned knees wrapped round hips, her fingers digging hard into nape of his neck ‘n shoulder, so much she’s sure he'll have tiny moonshaped marks. breath comes in short pants where his mouth tugs hard at her neck, back arching needily to give more skin. he wants to mark her up like she's gotten in a fight with a hoover and lost, she ain't about to complain. she'd just let alden sit behind her to teach her how to hold the guitar. was all, he was a gentleman and all that shit. but . . . her husband's always been quick to assess & react. “ everybody already knows i'm yours. that ain't gon' change. ” she breathes even as she tightens her grip on him, closes mossy eyes as she does. she's always just wanted to be with him. since he held her hand in the cdc and told her it was gonna be okay. and every moment since.
HE JUST CAN'T HELP HIMSELF. There's been too much death to not indulge in the joys and pleasures of life. And his favorite thing to do was lay down with Sophia. His mouth and hands all over her. He loved the way she tasted, salty sweat against his tongue, the way she wiggled and moaned as sucked on her neck. Years ago, in the beginning he cared if the marks were visible, not wanting either of them to get in trouble. But now he left them where others could see. Where Alden and anyone else's eyes lingered too long. ❝ Maybe I like marking you up, ❞ he says as he comes up for air. His hand reaches down to rub between her legs. ❝ I like the sounds you make and I like seeing it peak out from underneath your shirt. ❞
There was a movement there ; in the corner of dragon's eye. The lion had been quiet — stealthy, as if stalking it's prey. But, a dragon was no beast for mere men to conquer. The princess turned and laid gaze upon the young man. A smile graced the woman's lips before lilac eyes returned to the Blackwater Bay, sea breeze could be comparable to dragon flight ; or, so she would often muse. ❛❛ What brings the Lord of Casterly Rock here? ❜❜ Rhaella questioned, tilting her head sideways curiously — eyes straining to catch a glimpse of his features from their corners. ❛❛ The prince and Steffon are in the courtyard, far from here. ❜❜ It wasn't lost on her ; not entirely, his motives. Tywin had to go out of his way to find her . . . she shouldn't be so optimistic, but the daring blush on dragon's cheeks said something else — the dragon was hoping the lion was seeking her out.
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❝ WELL, MY PRINCESS, I AM IN SEARCH OF A WIFE, ❞ he smiled. Charm he would try but his tricks must be left at the gate. Lying to a dragon never ended well, even for a lion. He stayed just out of view of her, wanted to know exactly when she would turn her attention to him. Gravel crunched under him as he took leisurely steps. ❝ That they are, ❞ he head turned to the direction of the courtyard where their brothers were. Faint laughter could be heard on the wind. ❝ but speaking with Aerys, I fear would only distract my intended purpose. I’d probably end up drunk off my ass in city if it were up to him. ❞
Some important shots of Will Graham in S02E01 ‘Kaiseki’
@devilsnare sent / ❝ Hey, hey. What the fuck is going on in here? ❞
upon hearing frank’s voice, abby freezes in place as a wave of dread washes over her. the temperature in the room seems to drop, and she isn’t completely sure if its caused by the air conditioner finally kicking on, or due to the resident’s frosty attitude. immediately, self preservation causes her to leap from her seat and point at the monitor. ❝ the monitor malfunctioned and i thought ms. gordon was flatlining, so i rushed in to call a code, but ... it turns out she just took off the blood pressure cuff. we were joking about it before you came in. how funny is that …? ❞
HE RUSHED INTO THE ROOM AS SOON AS HE COULD, worried as always, that he would be too late. To his surprise there was only laughter. ❝ Oh, ❞ the panic on his face lessened. He relaxed into his usual smile. He steps into the room, ❝ Well…that has been known to happen before. How about we keep that blood pressure cuff on this time, Mrs. Gordon. You’d be doing all of us here a big favor. ❞ He taps Abby’s shoulder, ❝ Keep going, I’ll check back in with you in 30. ❞
EDWARD ALLOWED HIS JAW TO SETTLE INTO IT'S RIGID LINE, the careful stillness he wore like a second skin. He had abandoned school for the day and intended to abandon the week, perhaps longer if necessary. Distance was a discipline. He moved soundlessly behind Alice, his eyes tracing the dark angles of her cropped hair as rain threaded through the forest canopy and jeweled against his skin. She was the only one who could stand this close to his unrest without flinching, the only mind in the storm that did not grate against his own.
“You don’t understand, Alice,” he said at last, his voice low and controlled, though the scent still haunted him like a hymn half remembered. They had chosen the deeper trails where sunlight would not betray them, where the clouds hung heavy and merciful. “It wasn’t merely pleasant. It was… devastating.” His gaze fixed somewhere beyond the dripping trees. “She smelled overwhelming. As if every restraint I have perfected over the last century was nothing.”
starter call featuring alice cullen › @devilsnare .
IT WAS NO SECRET THAT EDWARD WAS HER FAVORITE. They just fit together in a way that she didn’t with the others. Alice danced through the forest, gliding across the moss as her brother waxed poetic about ⸻ What was is this time ? Ah yes, the new girl and sense his of control. ⸻ She turned to face him, his face looking more tortured than usual. ⸻ Oh? she thought to herself. It’s real this time, huh ?
❝ Then don’t be around her. Remove the temptation or whatever, ❞ but Edward was already doing that. ❝ Why don’t we go away for a while? We can travel on our own. We should get away from all of this. ❞ They couldn’t have any slip ups here. She didn’t know why came back, it’s not like any of them have had a real home in centuries.
☆ 𝙲𝙾𝚉𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ☆
Assorted date ideas for our muses to get cozy together. Romantic, platonic, whichever dynamic you desire.
[ BLANKETS ] - for our muses to get snuggled up together under the blankets, cuddling, talking...whatever they want.
[ PJ MOVIE NIGHT ] - for our muses to watch movies at home wearing their pajamas.
[ GAME ] - for our muses to spend the day/night playing board games by the fire/heater.
[ SPA ] - for our muses to do a self-care day together at home.
[ TASTE ] - for our muses to do a wine tasting at home (or tea, smoothies, scotch, liquors...)
[ EXPLORE ] - for our muses to find out each other's sensitive/tense spots.
[ FOAM ] - for our muses to take a relaxing foam bath together, or several.
[ GIGGLE ] - for our muses to build a pillow/furniture fort together and get silly.
[ ROAST ] - for our muses to cook something comforting together, or teach each other's comfort dish.
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