#revnis

[daarka]

A traditional comm while I’m trying to get my tablet to worrrrk

guildmate’s boi

[tehrevving]

Well I know what Ignis was doing during those 10 years it was me

[daarka]

Some other courtiers some of which I was bribed for with money to keep me occupied~!

Mahva @mahvalousmesmer - Revnis

Mahva (ft. Skena) - Mahva

Quarion - Demogrim

[daarka]

A scene that actually happened. Because when you’re trying to teach a lesson, it totally helps to make your students high of their asses on fantasy acid.

[tehrevving]

FINALLLYYYYY. He appeared. My beautiful beautiful husbando, who for some reason is holding air instead of his cane.

Look at that height difference, look at that size kink. He’s gorgeous. I’m in love.

I’m so glad my avatar looks like me. The self ship is real. Revnis for lyf.

I’m just gonna stop gushing now and disappear into the shadows.

[tehrevving]

All Encompassing

So I was playing more VR today and had a bit of an intimate moment with Iggy. I honestly can’t describe the feeling of being so close to the boys and having them actually look at you. It plays tricks on your brain. 

It inspired me to write a drabble so enjoy:

He looks so lost when you cup his cheek, like he can’t believe you’re actually there and you want to do it. The way that his face just melts when you press kisses to his forehead, to his cheek; the way his eyes flutter shut when lips brush across the acne scarring on his face, against the constellation of moles and marks that make your life worth living. The way his eyes light up when you smile against his skin, you watch it happen, mesmerised every time by the way that he can still take your breath away. When his lips press to yours, when you feel the slight smirk on his face before his tongue moves to press against your own. When you’re surrounded by everything Ignis, the way that his body is so warm against yours, when the scent of him overwhelms you, when broad shoulders cocoon you in so much love that it’s almost too much to take. When he smiles and says your name, whispers it against your ear to the wind, whispers it against your hair when there’s nothing else in the world but the two of you and when he whispers it against your skin when your bodies become one. The disbelief on his face every time you slide down his torso, run hands and lips across sculpted planes, strategically placing licks and sucks until his legs are shaking and his hands are messing up your hair, like every single time is the first time. He is a force of nature, all encompassing; tall and strong, compassionate and kind, soft and hard, wonderful, gentle, rough and far too beautiful to be yours.