#archaeval

[eritvita]

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@archaeval

Such an alien abnormality the long length of Ruby's body.

Her lower portion is beyond anything hath Roland fretfully seen: eight limbs, a spinneret, and vulva 'neath that coarse thatch of hair matching the blond of her loose roots, and canst he smell her in this dizziness, this bawdy affirmation that dost she so desire him.

"Oh, Ruby," moans he, following her downward sprawl like a ruddy wave 'long the briny sea, all pinks and purples as the flora of corals and splayed sea anemones in the bed of silt and gold. He nestles himself within her forest of limbs, naked, dawning, brusque as a healthy burn from the gleaming Father Sun.

He takes one of her many hands and presses he his mouth to her palm, lapping at her hiding veins; mimicking the very first, Carnal kiss hath she granted him not too long ago. Doth Roland's nostrils flare with that animal elasticity, a ridge curling in the middle of his brows, a sharping of his feral pupils.

He falls to his knees; reaching for her as a supplicant before the very First Goddess e'er Born. His palms, wide and callused and so very gentle, frame that triangle of her gleaming flesh, that scarlet aura of her flexing pussy.

His mouth waters; a bead of drool drips from the corner of his mouth. His human face ripples with inhuman hunger.

"Please, I beg thee," rasps he, and dost he hath a fraction of a Mind to keep himself from panting, for his tongue to loll as a dog at her steaming cunt. "Allow me to taste thee!"

[felledarrow]

this is a shout out to ree @archaeval. they are such a phenomenal writer and world builder and artist. the love and effort that they put into ruby and jane and the world they live in, as well as their durge nan, is some of the most inspiring shit I’ve ever seen.

I’m always going to remember the feeling of awe I had when I first looked at their blog and read ruby’s pages. the depth of her character and the descriptive prose are simply beautiful and I think that everyone should check it out

[laperlina]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  winky blinky

𝒯he Adelita 𝕯ating Show. 💞

❝ I cut up a big ruby once. Into itsy, bitsy ruby pieces for my new bracelet. ❞ It is difficult work, you know-- deep-cutting, and seizing, and polishing, and mounting, and clasping, and grasping, and setting jewels correctly. But is it worth all the trouble? Adella grins. ❝ I had a lot of fun. ❞

Apparently so.

[greatnessthrusted]

@archaeval had greatness thrust upon them!

The fog surrounding him now is an unnatural thing. It shimmers pearlescent as he passes through it, streaks of impossible colors flashing as he walks by, purples and pinks and purples and greens and sometimes an eerie sort of gold. Despite the otherworldly beauty and the urge to do so, Will doesn’t stop to admire the fog. Faerie things quite like to be admired, and in the admiration Will thinks it very likely that he might lose himself.

No, he strides through the fog, not hurried but purposeful, chin high, eyes sharp: looming in the distance is a hulking grey beast of a castle. It’s not a castle he’s ever seen before, not the palace of his Queen Elizabeth or that of his later King James, not the home of any noble he ever visited or created for, but that hardly matters. What matters is that it is a place of solid stone in this world of shifting faerie fog, and therefore represents greater safety (and likely danger) than the fog itself. The door opens at a touch, darkness yawns from within the great maw of the castle—and Will steps forward, letting the darkness embrace him as the last fingers of fog uncurl from his jacket, reluctantly letting him go. The world inside the castle is unnaturally still.

“Hello!” Will’s voice is bright and sure, not the sheepish bleat of a mortal man standing where he oughtn’t step but the confident halloo of a man stepping into his own home and waiting to be greeted. “Pray forgive my intrusion upon this place, be it home to friend, foe, or phantom: I am but a poor wanderer, whose wondering thoughts have made his feet move without considering their directions, seeking shelter from the fearful fog fallen over this place.”

[nightsongs]

@archaeval

It had taken some time, but Muriel was slowly getting used to sharing a space with another person. He had felt awkward at first, sharing Ruby's tent, even though she had been clear with him that he was wanted there. Sleeping next to her had been a bit harder. Touch was been difficult for him. If they brushed against one another, even in sleep, his entire body would tense and he'd jerk away out of instinct.

He knew she understood, probably better than anyone, why he reacted that way.

Slowly, though, it had gotten better. He was getting better. While he didn't want anyone else to touch him, Ruby could, and each time her fingers brushed his or her hand rested on his forearm, he flinched a bit less. And soon he found himself craving her touch in ways he'd never thought he would.

Those were thoughts he would never voice aloud. They were too embarrassing. Even just the thought of them made him flush, all of the way to the tips of his ears.

So it was no wonder when he stepped into the tent and accidentally caught sight of Ruby changing clothes that he turned as red as a strawberry. He couldn't manage to sputter out any words and quickly turned, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Sorry," he finally managed to get out.

[joyuex]

"my mother's domain is mine as well, but this place seems to answer to you alone." forever strange, this boy who speaks with a man's voice — as if authority was vested in him by life alone. he watches her with eyes unblinking, his hand charting a careless course through dirt and tufts of grass, a child's careless disruption of the fiber of a land that is not his own. "did you make it, or was it granted to you by another?" / @archaeval

[pressedpetalsinpages]

@archaeval

It had been a long day and an ache had settled into her bones. Everyone had retired to their tents early, exhausted, and Chloe had taken up her now usual spot in Ruby's tent. She had shed her armor and clothing, trying to decide if it was worth it to pull on sleeping clothes or to just flop underneath the covers stark naked.

She supposed the second option wouldn't be the best if their camp was ambushed. Still, she could wait a few moments to dress while she tried to pull a comb through her unruly curls.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her back, she turned to look at Ruby. A smile quirked at her lips. "You're staring at me awfully hard, love," she teased. "What are you thinking about?"

[intothewildsea]

Baby isa galumphs in seal form over to niamh, who happens to be in human form. She is so sweets and cutes and then galumphs RIGHT on top of niamh, trapping her underneath Isa's rotundness. suffer.

artistic rendition