#deithwyn

[elizabethospeaks]

Portrait of the amazing Gwyn, for the equally amazing @deithwyn 😍

[eldingaesir]

@deithwyn continued from [ x ]

Having her moan right against his lips was certainly a welcome thing, growling his delight as the sound sent shivers along his spine. He continued to kiss her, lips meshing to her own imperfectly, giving her more and more chances to let out similar sounds while his fingers continued to tug on her gorgeous locks, when her fingers sank into his hair and gave him a similar treatment. Now that, he enjoyed. A deep groan rumbled against her lips as she gave a good tug on his hair, kissing her now with a fury. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the taste of her, tongue teasing at her lips to try and get them to part. He certainly wasn’t a patient man when it came to things like this. Especially with heat coursing through his veins, he wanted her, and he wanted her now.

[lover-de-lettenhove]

🌈 - Where do you want to travel to?

germanygermanygermanygermanygermany

*ahem* I would like to travel to Europe in german-- general. Europe in general. Like, pretty much anywhere in Europe is great, particularly Western Europe. Scandinavia is on my list, as well as the UK.

I would also absolutely LOVE to go to Scotland ( I know I said UK already, but bite me), particularly because I’m of Clan MacAlister and because of that I get to stay in a castle if I ever get to visit.

Also Sealand, because I am a Lord of Sealand. That isn’t a joke.

[upperaedirn]

@deithwyn booped the dragon for a starter

“Gwyn, hurry up!” Saskia called-- yelled-- over the deafening sounds of the incoming storm: thunderous clouds on the brink of breaking out overhead, wind powerful enough to bend trees and make them creak and groan under its force, and waves clashing relentlessly against the cliff side. It felt like her words stumbled out of her mouth only to roll back and dissipate somewhere behind her. 

Shielding her eyes with her forearm, Saskia began inching her way to the edge of the cliff. She took slow and careful steps, her legs tense with the strain of standing against the wind. “Gods be damned, Gwyn, we won’t make it back to the village in time.” She finally reached the edge, but the witcher was nowhere to be seen in the now-empty harpies nest where Saskia had left her.  

A motion too sudden made her feet slip on the treacherous slick underneath, and Saskia had to kneel to regain her balance, forcefully pushing her sword halfway to the hilt down into the ground for something solid to hold on to. Frowning deeply, she looked around, down into the sea and further into the forest, but rain had already started falling, obscuring her view.

“Gwyn!” she shouted again. “You chose the worst possible time for playing hide and seek.” Yet despite the levity of her words, real worry tightened in Saskia’s chest. 

[rhymingpredictions]

Ves and Roche. 1

ship headcanon meme | accepting

1. Who makes the first move and how?

Ves would make the first move, though it would probably require some liquid courage first. It would likely start with some rough-housing, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for them. She would kiss him at some point, and if he reciprocated, good, and if not, she could always claim she’d just had too much to drink.

[toussainttwins]

VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET

for @deithwyn

MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Natanis: Somewhere merry, bright and loud. With someone merry, bright and loud. And then with another...and another...

Nistana: Somewhere nothing shall keep the tender attention of my sangbonbon away from me. I require complete and utter adoration...

The twins (in chorus): but not anywhere near the water. It is a certain death to our dresses and tresses. Besides, it is not friendly to our lovely, creamy fur. It has a certain tang, put in the wet conditions. Oh, we positively detest it. Indeed, a life of succubus if full of treacherous traps and deep woes!

for @betemorne

LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Natanis: Gloomyfangs, what a question. You, of course! Ah, you greedy beast, as if our fervent and frequent embraces are not a proof in itself. I gave you the last of my jam tarts. If it is not a sign of the deepest affection, then I can devise no better.

Nistana: Although, dear, if you love us truly...why won’t you grow muttochops as your poor little succubus begged you to do?

AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Natanis: Apart from the usual rituals, we sniff a lot around a subject of our affection. Ah, the lingering scent, the whiff of thoughts, the blood-song that comes from a very heart. What can be more delightful? By sniffing I mean the gesture of the most delicate and secretive manner, for our non-kin are somehow taken aback by the most natural expression of tenderness.

XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

The twins, as their playful nature goes, are keen on giving nicknames no less than having one bestowed on them. The softer and sugarier - the better.

for @sapientiaethumanitas

CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

In general succubi do not need or take pleasure in human food. Natanis and her ‘jam addiction’ is frowned upon, but who in earnest can blame the pretty succubus. For having a sweet fang when she herself is so sweet? The carefree creature tasted a jam tart when she was but a hornless little doe and knew no better. Since then, neither of the sisters has tested her affections on any specimen of non-ephemeral cuisine. Against her adventurous nature, Natanis shuns this one new experience in fear of developing new indecent craving.

WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

Once the younger twin had  been tricked to give away her hand in marriage. Almost. By a little besotted knight with hazelnut curls. Luckily, a priest suspected something bizarre, and being of inquiring rather than condemning nature, explained the concept of a marriage to the blushing succubus. Nistana was scandalised, stomped her shining hoof and declared that she was a ‘honourable succubus’ and thusly ‘could not give a vow she would not be able to live by. Even for her sangbonbon, who chained her heart as firmly as any rituals’. The groom was desolate, but the priest was highly surprised and devoted his remaining years to studying  ‘sentient monsters’ in honour of ‘the ever-wise and wondrous Eternal Fire, that warms many a creature by giving it a gentle heart where only darkness would have otherwise resided’. Later his life work was published in Oxenfurt and even found its way to a library of a certain witcher.

[gynvaell]

🙌

                    Meme  * /  @deithwyn​​​​ !

            Anoryn.  An  Elder  Elf  specializing  in  arms  &  armor .  She  runs  every  operation  to  ransack  weaponry  &  often  times ,  if  given  proper  tools  &  a  sturdy  anvil ,  she’d  make  armors  herself .  She’s  excellent  in  picking  &  making  the  best  armors  for  the  Scoia’tael’s  conditions  in  the  woods ,  making  sure  every  piece  is  light  enough  to  never  pose  a  problem  against  the  swift  movements  of  Elves  &  yet  strong  enough  to  reflect  attacks .  She  also  picks  &  chooses  which  weapon  fits  which  elf ,  taking  it  upon  herself  to  determine  their  strengths  &  weaknesses  &  thus  providing  them  with  proper  tools  to  complement  their  attributes .

            A  terribly  quiet  &  tall  lady  who  came  from  god  knows  where ,  she  passed  through  the  Moulderwoods  one  day  & ,  being  apprehended  by  the  elves  there ,  didn’t  fight  back .  Soon  she  became  a  crucial  part  of  their  unit .  Her  &  Eldain’s  relationship ,  odd  as  it  is ,  is  hard  to  describe .  Despite  her  taciturn  nature ,  it’s  clear  that  she  likes  Eldain  &  enjoys  his  company .  He  in  turn  can  be  at  peace  around  her  &  often  times  prefers  to  play  with  her  as  his  only  audience .  There’s  little  ever  shared  between  them ,  but  their  comfort  in  one  another  is  usually  enough  for  people  with  lives  like  them .

[ofrxvia]

@deithwyn has a discussed starter!

He had become a slight bit lazy in his wealth, raising just short of noon as the owner of Corvo Bianco. B.B didn’t bother him much unless it was necessary, and the vineyard was making decent coin that he was able to lounge about if he pleased. And taking a long break from hunting was just what he needed to do after the events that earned him this place.  This day wasn’t much different from others, rising from bed and pulling on a clean shirt and trousers, nothing like the armor that was lifted on the frames around the manor. He was just making his way downstairs, about to ask after Marlene to make him something to break his fast, when a knock came at the door. His gaze shifted lazily for a moment as if he hadn’t heard the knock quite yet. And soon he answered the door, swinging it open slowly and looking out, only to freeze.

“Gywn.” He whispered, those golden eyes of his wide as he took in her dirty armor, stained with blood and gore of monsters, none of it seeming to be hers. She stood too hale for that. His smile grew as he met her gaze, eagerly wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into him despite the blood and gore on her armor.