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𝙾𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙻𝙾𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 . . . a private and selective villainous original character. a story of hubris, autocracy, the corruptive force that is pride, illuminating unimaginable abominations, the exploration of what it means to be the enemy, to be vile, to be war and ash. prefers and prioritizes long-term writing partners that focus on plot driven threads. low activity. ( bloodied by 𝚅𝚛𝚘 )

( dead dove, do not eat ) . . . this character is deeply flawed, dangerous and unsound. navigate cautiously as extreme dark themes are being explored. read the rules for more on this. this blog is only for those who are over the age of twenty one.

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 : @hexenjagd

#pinned

cursedfortune

Smash or Pass + this dog man

Smash/Pass. @oathloathed

"Adal...~" The way she crooned his name so knowingly as this question arose. Her gaze immediately locked onto him, not that it had really drifted too far. She was always curious to observe him when they were sharing the space together, sneaking glances when she wasn't too busy or focused.

To say there wasn't any tension between them at times would be a lie. At first she assumed it was just their natures being a bit (polite phrasing) on the aggressive side. But now and then... it was more than that. A little thing here and there either or could initiate. A touch or something that implied differently throughout the time they've known one another.

It seemed they danced around it but she wondered... was it for similar reasons? A mutual denial of the other's ego? A personal need to keep an emotional distance? A simple enjoyment or letting things take their time and be relaxing and challenging all at once?

It was many things for her, at least, but it was never a refusal. Part of her thought that maybe he'd benefit from someone simply existing in his life in the context he was comfortable with. At the pace he felt comfortable with. The energy around him felt like it he was stressed often.

So she went the route that felt best: go at his pace, but be herself unapologetically.

If that meant he saw her naked whenever? So be it. She found it funny how he could get uptight or whatever opinion he may voice. To her, Adal was always... Adal. And even on the days he may be infuriating, she liked him being here. She liked him. Admittedly, she cared and was fond of him.

"Does it need to be asked? I'd welcome you into my embrace. As carnal or as tender as you wish it." The witch answered with ease. Not even her usual teasing, a direct answer.

You must know this by now. Her gaze, her tone seemed to say. She was never in a rush, but she also wasn't afraid to make her thoughts and feelings on the matter known. With him, she would smash. If it was just physical, so be it. If it was an exploration in emotions and intimacy, so be it. And if it continued on as it was, so be it. She enjoyed him and was happy to see him stay.

#cursedfortune #leaving this here #he causes her more trouble than is worth and still she has such nice things to say about him #it is time he is giving BACK because at the moment she is all out there keeping whatever it is between them afloat #ALSO THANK YOU it means a lot 🤧#her appreciating them all makes me happy :)

sanctus-ingenium

Urtica

#Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones [isms]

reassurance

Prometheus. Peter de Rome. 1972. USA.

#Pulled by the wine of his lips toward the edge of myself [Felix]#amberedcorpse #nsft

krisonthefrontporchwithabeer

Keep salting the wound I'm close

#Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones [isms]

ahuntersheart

“I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash.”

— Jeffrey McDaniel, from Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back

#Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones [isms]

What if I told you that Adal does see the world vastly differently

#ooc #tbd #I do not only mean view-wise #not just metaphorically either #bro might actually have some form of schizophrenia #going hand in hand with his paranoia #SHIT HE NEVER TALKS ABT.....

johnnycrass

clap if you're a black hole of a person and have never been satisfied

#Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones [isms]

alysmond

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3, Episode 2, "Queen's Landing"

#Pave my path with corpses. Build my castle with bones [isms]#blood cw

hexenjagd

Send 'strong af ice mummy' to receive anywhere from 1-3 dynamic hcs between our muses || accepting;

@oathloathed summoned: strong af ice mummy

⇁ 001. In many ways, he practically served as her living 'wound man' as a novice in her initial beginnings in service with his unit. Finding his way to her side near the firelight of their camp became a semi-frequent occurrence. From sinew, muscle, bone, and blood—she knows well the contour of his body, and where nearly every knick, scar and birthmark can likely be found. Many in which she remembers just how he received them and how she attended to them. ⇁ 002. Entrenched in worldly conflicts and disputes they had since grown deeply familiar with, a quiet intimacy was forged in those harrowing years of war and bloodshed. Marching from one horrific battlefield and into the next, between war and sacred funerary rites, she eventually came to inherit an element of his propensity towards violence and with that, his trust. What he did not teach her she learned gradually as she accumulated experiences and established herself with the echo of his learned mercilessness. While he may not have been her first 'guide', he was the one who tampered her to the immediate horrors of warfare, sullied her with it in spite of her own initial reluctance to trace any of his same exact steps. One must ask, what is choice? A luxury. And they both thoroughly understand that. ⇁ 003. He has a marking upon his body from her, placed around his middle and index finger that corresponds with one of hers-- a promise, an attachment. A small sign of their deepening bond before the inevitable. Though some of her reasons remain unspoken.