Pathologist Supreme is an indepenent fandomless oc with 30+ mun & muse. The blog is rated 21+ due to heavy topics, crime themes and grim medical examantions post mortem. Mun goes by ash, she/her est with 14+ years writing experience. Minors will be purged on site. Personals will be blocked if you reblog anything here or attempt interaction.
Blog activity may be low to high. Everything depends where muse is because I have plenty of other blogs. Nadine Moore is of course a female muse and I will not tolerate hate towards female muses written by myself or my writing partners.
Personal preference but I will not follow back dash only blogs. Most of the time I am unable to see all the information and I just prefer not to.
I WILL NOT CONTINUE THREADS ON DISCORD. I WILL NOT DO MEMES ON DISCORD. Do I have a discord? Yeah but it's private and available only to close friends. I do not write threads on discord and I never will. It's too hard to keep track of and my muses are never the same there. I have blogs on tumblr for a reason. That's where I write. If there is something you do not want to write on tumblr then tell me so I can avoid it because I won't transition to there to finish it.
Reblog memes & prompts from their sources. I practice reblog and inbox karma. The inbox closes at 10 max. For the love of all that is holy lol do not spam me.
Softblock is how I purge down my follows and keep my dash clean. I purge people who show no interest in interaction. If you follow me and do not interact (ooc, comments, dms etc) I will take this as you wanting a free follow. This is an RP blog. I want to write not have people sit and show no interest in my writing and muse.
Views of my muse are not equal to my own. Mun does not equal muse. Remember this.
Godmodding gets you ignored. I don’t care who your character is. Do not push anything on Nadine. She will not tolerate it. That includes force shipping. Sure shipping can happen but honestly she isn't jumping bones. It's selective here. Nadine is bisexual with a slight preference for gentleman. Smut will appear but with established ships only. All of it goes under read more. Ship cross can exit stage left.
Nadine is 32 so is safe for shipping with muns 21+ only. Do not lie about your age. I do not write nsfw with minors. You're gonna get blocked. Her younger sister Tara is 20. Tara really doesn't ship with anyone so I will be super selective if it goes there and I will not write smut with her.
Last but not least: I am an avid supporter of female characters whether they be canon or not. I write canon and non canon male characters and I am well versed in the stigma the RPC in general shows female muses. If you follow me here and I feel you are just throwing me a bone, you never interact or do not put forth effort when you come to me for plot interest I will unfollow you. No explanation. No warning. That’s how I do it.
The Ivory Prince is all surprises even this day. He is sweet, charming and ever present is his radiant smile. A trademark of all teeth and brilliance. In that same breath he is commanding, compelling and powerful. Far more than some would give him credit no doubt. Nadine did not expect an early end when pleasuring him. He would take it as a challenge. She bet on that and he did. A predictable sort when it comes to the tease her prince. An immediate firestorm as he pulled her up, releasing quickly from the moist cavern of her mouth.
Then he will not play games. Only prove satisfaction is his goal. What more could she compel from him?
Nadine huffed the moment he pushed her back. Landing atop the soft spread of the mattress, she gave a lazy stretch. An intimate purr left her mouth at his fingers praising between her thighs.
Long. Slender. A maddening dip and she already felt electrified. "Connor...." his name tinged with desire, foregoing any titles as they were stripped as bare as they. No barriers could hold them. No station of society. The second this prince thrust inside of her, giving her a taste of all that hard flesh it is set in stone.
Her walls clenched down. Missing the sensation of being filled for so long, Nadine wanted it. She wanted it deeper. Spreading her legs as he commanded, the priestess suddenly fell to the intoxication of lust. The only moment she'd let any man order her. The sole one now that can. She let him inside her heart, inside her most intimate of secrets. Inside her core now and dizzying; oh so dizzying in her head, breathing harshly to his hip snap.
Nadine clutched at the mattress. Throwing her head back in a loud moan broke the build up of minor gasps, hushed words. She invoked his name as all the goddesses. Better than. Best of all.
"...bloody...shit...." the priestess cursed him for making her lose control.
Her hands slid up to grip onto his forearms. Digging nails into his pale flesh as his head hung down, she dipped hers back to gaze into his face. Her lips parted, shifting further down to give him a better angle.
"Soil your name for me," she commanded, eyes a light with the ecstasy he piles into her. "Give me that princely cock. Oh.... so.... bloody good..."
Nadine scratched at his torso. He wants to mark her. Then she will not leave him unscathed. The passionate cutting of her nails left a trail. Digging fingers into his waist, she allowed her free hand to drift down between them. They swirled over her clit as he pounded, drenching himself as his cock did its work. She had not felt so full in her life. The testament to how big and addicting he is.
She slid a hand form his waist to grip at his hair. "Connor!" her keen filled the room, practically threatening to disturb anyone nearby. She pitied their ears in that moment. "Fuck! You filthy prince!” Her tug on his hair turned rough, egging him on as she is getting close. “Do you like taking someone beneath you? Do you enjoy how I feel? Make me cum over this glorious cock you possess. Make me!"
How certain this prince is in his offered choices. She leans back ever so slightly, elbows propping her on the soft cotton sheets of their anticipated bed. Her eyes travel up him. She knows what lies under those clothes. She has seen it before. That is a good reason why she will play by no rules. Let him think she will.
"Do you know who you speak to, Connor?" A rhetoric he needs not to answer. She pushed upright again, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Who has seen death? Who has been through pain?"
Nadine slowly rose to her feet. Keeping eyes lifted on an angle to view the tall prince of Ivory's face, she raised a hand up to her opposite shoulder. There her fingertips grazed her own skin. A soft huff of breath escaped her lips as the fabric strap of her dress slid down. Every action she took, letting the other side fall had a melody to it.
She let the dress gather down her breasts where her arms folded. Keeping herself half covered paved way to a smile. The smile of the priestess could charm or condemn. It all depends on the ritual spell. She had no incantations. The only thing her lips would do is have a taste.
"I can take merciless," the priestess spoke low, seductive. Lower still her dress pushed under her hands. Freeing her breasts they gave a slight heave in her breath. She turned sideways to show off the profile of her body as the dress fell down to her ankles. Who needs imagination? When he can have the full view. The sunset as the fabric of her forgotten garment mimics the burning orange of a late sun before its dip.
She stepped out of it and moved closer to him. Her smile held something else. Something coy as her hands swiped up and down his chest. Feeling his toned body through the fabric of his shirt is not good enough. She ripped open his shirt. In no uncertain terms she will be in charge in the end. She will make a prince beg tonight.
"You speak of what you will do. But can you back those words?" Challenges are for the mighty. Never the weak. She knows him. She understands what hides behind that brilliant smile. It came out in that alley. Murder for her. "First I want to wrap my lips around your princely cock. So shut up and take it first."
Pulling at the strings on his trousers revealed how impatient she had got. It's not every day a prince kills for someone like her. Their relationship is not conventional but she cares little of formalities. What does it even matter when his kingdom is gone?
She slipped her hand down his abdomen, wrestling his trousers down his fine hips. Her eyes flickered down to his smooth girth. The palm of her hand was warm when wrapping it around. A thick shaft. Just waiting for a wet touch, hot cavern to warm it.
"Bloody hell, Connor," she gasped pressing close and stroking in a sliding rhythm. "You are ready aren't you? How good of you not to keep me waiting."
Nadine planted several kisses to his clavicles. Her lips traced over his pecs. A little swirl of her tongue on his nipple and her slick is already wet. "Mmm." Her voice hummed against her stomach where her kisses dove dangerously lower. Her body sank with her worship of his chiseled body. Adjusting on her knees, she took one look up at him. Pure bliss is what she wants on that handsome mug of his.
Lips smoothed agonizingly slow over the head of his cock. Her tongue circled. Teasing in her taste, she reached a free hand up to grasp onto the back of his firm buttock. Her nails dug in. Taking him deeper stuffed her full. The fill caused a moan to rumble up the priestess' throat. Vibrating over his length, her head bobbed quicker in the devouring of his cock. Such a pretty one it is. Smooth. Warm. Thick enough to make her utterly wet, ready for him to sink inside of her, penetrate her like his sword had that red guard's filthy throat...
One second that guard was at them. The next he was dead on the ground. Her eyebrows rose a margin. A tad surprised how fast that happened but Nadine had seen death plenty of times before. It is the nature of her upbringing. Tossed out of her homeland by her own father, she witnessed a tall tales worth of murder and debauchery. Something struck at her with this one. Something just tugged at her insides, twisting them back into place. All those things that were taken for granted and disgusted her then just seemed far too distant now.
Connor had killed that man without hesitation. He ended his life for merely putting a hand on her. When hands had purposely been put on her without regard or respect in the past this young lad, this prince had just devastated this man's life for the same action.
The priestess said nothing as she followed. Allowing him to pull her away from the scene of the crime, she too came to a steady walk once farther away. Her eyes flitted about the area. Keeping a low profile now is best. They would have to deal with what happened but for now she is focused on him.
Her eyes never left him as he finally broke their trek's silence. Gazing up, listening to his words they sang truer than the chants of the ancient lingos from the Land of Pearls.
She still said nothing. Pushing past him to enter the Red Landing Inn, she swept her cloak hood up. An approach was made to the inn keep. There he took a glance at her and her companion none the wiser to what they just fled there from.
"Looking for rooms? Yer in luck. I just have one open up. The larger one too. Fit for two."
"We will take it," she passed on coin, giving a nod, waiting for instruction on where it was located. Once the man had given enough information, Nadine took Connor's hand and pulled him along. There was a bit of impatience in her steps now. Her cloak hood fell back, revealing her face, eyes burning now. The moment she found the room the door nudged open and she not so delicately pushed Connor to the wall once inside.
Nadine's lips collided with his. Threading fingers up through his hair, tugging on it, matching with the tug at his bottom lip; she pressed into him there as her breath grew harsher with each passing moment.
She stopped the kiss then. Audible breaths left her, sharp and needy now from what just happened. "Do you think a mere guard would damage me? I am stronger than that Prince. Have you not guessed yet?" Her hand slid to his waist. Fingers danced on the hit of his sword before she gripped it tightly. Her hand stroked it as she looked up into his eyes.
"Take me. Here. Now. As mercilessly as you killed that filth in the alleyway. I want to feel all of it. Every inch..."
Company that is not allowed to overstay their welcome. She pushed through people. Making a path for them, she slipped a hand against her hip. There a pouch attached laced from the bodice of the burnt orange fabric of her dress. Nadine truly burned in a sunset beneath her pearl cloak. It hid just enough of her attracting attire. The same kind she may use to distract others.
Nadine opened her little pouch. Pinching the sand between her fingers, she nudged Connor aside, blowing the dust into the eyes of the guard. Immediately he reacted. Staggering a bit and swiping a hand against his face he could only suffer the burning of his eyes from the foreign substance.
Blindness powder. A spicy herb that may be ground down to painful extract. It worked well to throw him off kilter with them. "Go!" she instructed Connor, the merriment of the people overshadowing the incident carrying out in the market.
Far too many were of their celebratory mind to notice. A good thing she realizes. Getting through the crowd and pushing out into a less busy district, Nadine reattached the pouch to her hip. She glanced about taking into account anymore spilling out from there; none came. An alley between homes connected closely offered some discretion. These people live close to the market. If they are not out for the feast the noise must be a hindrance.
"The Inn is on the other side of the -" Nadine's words cut as she was yanked abruptly by the arm.
A sloppy grab from the formerly blinded guard. He was still wincing, hurting from the powder but managed to work his way through. She sighed, looking to Connor. Even keeping him in sight she could clearly make out the guard drawing his sword.
"Halt! You are to be brought before the king! Prince Connor...."
In revealing he knew who Connor was, Nadine also knew he sealed his fate.
The priestess is not typically at a loss for words. Nothing can grasp her tongue. Cut off her voice as a mute cursed by a touch of black magic. But his comment? His wanting her to be his queen? That did alter the atmosphere. No light spectacle i the sky needed. Only the rich brown eyes of this boy. His words. Better than any ritual bespoke of the old gods and the new.
Nadine is distracted. She decided to remain vigilant but he is doing a deliberate jog of keeping her attention on him. It is good. She has to. In her eyes it is as she said. He would be a great king.
The future has to be kept intact. It will not only always be what is presented or held in secrecy. She is aware of Markus' stake on the throne. But the sad truth he is a bastard. They do not ascend.
Despite this she will help him. It is a common courtesy to her princely lover.
Nadine’s lips curved in a smile. “Always the optimist,” she teased at his somewhat stubborn viewpoint. “A better charmer.” The priestess added at the kiss on her hand.
After being tossed around pirates at a young age, expecting all types of men to be beasts with burdens, Connor had opened up her inner eye to something else. Beyond all those wretched men. “Tonight will be restful or restless.” She slid her hand down his chest, rubbing fingers casually across his abdomen. “I have a bed for the night.”
She leaned up with a low voice, eyelids lowered to match her squint gaze. Dangerously her hand dipped lower, fingertips fiddling with his belt. Just enough to give him an invitation. “Red Landing Inn. Big enough for two.”
Raucous laughter and giggles filled the scenery around her suggestive suggestion. People were rollicking. Many would be dancing a private dance for two tonight. The priestess intended to join that part of this feast. It is the only part that interests her.
She leaned close to him, dipping her head to look past his shoulder. Her eyes locked onto a flit of red in the crowd. The sigil of the Red Guard. They were searching for someone. Shifting her hand to pull his hood up on his cloak, she hissed under breath. “Red Guard. Come with me. Discreet.” She took his hand to lead him but the movement caused the guard to look their direction.
Smitten words from a smitten prince. Just about any other would glean little reaction. Why should she melt to anyone? She does not melt. A priestess burns. She offered him a smile for his words. A bit of praise she did not need but on lips so fine genuine as the aura that he exudes. There is a particular light around Connor. It made it easier for her to accept he would not hurt her in the beginning. Not like most.
"There is only so much power in the world," she admitted, moving forward as the crowd grew closer together. Her hand lifted to the medallion resting to his chest. "The more I extend it the weaker it will make me. Not permanent mind you. Just in the moment."
Nadine lifted her eyes up to him. It is strange to see him so happy. Most royals would hate to be driven out of their home. Disgusted with the common folk rubbing shoulders with them. But not this one.
"The people here are what I cannot protect. Neither could I protect those of your kingdom if I had been there. Does it seem selfish for me to be glad that you came to Chateau Violet when you did?" Her question slipped like a potent chant. "Things would be simple if we had no kings killing nations. Perhaps good leadership trying to strengthen the world. Not weaken it."
Maybe that is what he can be. Markus is first born but as in all tales of kings and mistresses he is a bastard. No fault of his own. Fault of his father.
He could be a good king if he were not such a stubborn, unpredictable bore. Connor holds more reason. "You would make a good king, Connor. I can see it in your heart.”
She pressed a palm to his cheek. Under the sudden booming crackle of light overheard of the Red Keep, she peered up. Smoking colors filled the darkening sky. The Red Kingdom shows off their miraculous feats. It is pretty under the circumstances.
Nadine smiled just this once. Even in enemy territory, she had to for this little moment. Her lips pressed to his. A gentle kiss amid the market. Unaware of suspicions or any other recognition; the people here cared little for non royalty. Their disguises did their little survey justice. "A shame royals and priestesses do not mix on the regular," she teased him a bit.
"Though I say it does not matter now. Remember this. I am sworn to protect the Violet Queen and Princess but they are willing to walk into this place. No matter what transpires we only have ourselves to rely on in this world of kings and wars."
@pathdiverted // prev //@leaderawakened
"Your mother sounds like she knew what she wanted to do. Had everything straight." Maybe. It just sounded better to give life a breath sometimes. She admits that being here with Nadine has been a weight lifted off. She doesn't have to deal with Joey. Arch nemesis better recognize that she's smarter than him. When she gets back and tops him in her political class he'll know.
Tara smiled, shifting on the balls of her feet. OK so he's not so bad after all. Honestly she thinks he's one of those types that makes people think he's a mean hard ass. She wont' say that out loud. Right now anyway.
"Hey, thanks for listening me to ramble. It's - nice. I can tell my sister so much before she's heard it all." With a little roll of her eyes, she had to shake her head. Nah she loves her big sister. It's just nice to have a new pair of ears to drown in her college life. "I guess you have somewhere to be. I mean we kinda got off on the wrong foot at first. And now I'm talking your ear off."
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