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A 21+ Multifandom and multi ship writing blog, minors DNI

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Written and haunted by Mori

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This is my secondary blog, low activity, verses may be expanded depending on how things go

Main blog is: kingofthewebxxx

Credits: poohsources for the carrd template and some of the resources used such as the dividers, asrielbelacquaaaa as always for collaborating with me on much and the cockysniper for infernal court madness

Credit to the blog wife for putting together the promo, headers, dividers and icons and banners

Heavily affiliated with blog wife asrielbelacquaaaa, shadowsandsympathy

Hi all! Hope we are well, gonna try and do some stuff on this blog during the next few days, I have to find a way to manage my threads and stuff and also muse. Due to my medication I am very tired after doing a few replies, any advice would be appreciated.

Highest muse is for Jim @kingofthewebxxx and Axel @macabrec0uture, all Axel asks and threads are being moved over. Shall keep you updated on what’s going on with this blog. Just struggling with muse here at the moment

Have a good rest of the week!

Quick note, Axel is now moved to a sideblog @macabrec0uture so if you would like to interact with him please follow him there

“Truly? Am I not wearing a large overbearing crown and spending periods of the day sitting on an uncomfortable oversized chair listening to boring conversations about what kind of cheese should be served to the guests in three weeks from the current date, if that doesn’t make me a king then nothing will.” There were much more important conversations to be had. Alistair had never wanted the throne, his dream had been to live out his days with the wardens, no matter how much death and tragedy he had seen during the Blight. It was during that time he lost Duncan who in many ways was more than a role model, he was a father to him. Alistair had yearned to be what the wardens needed, to give hope to others like Duncan had, yet instead, fate had decided to make him King of Ferelden as well as Arl Eamon and a few others. It was a position he had never asked for, one instead he had accepted due to the uncertainty the alternative had brought. With those thoughts at the back of his mind, he turned to the stranger. “There is more to me than wearing the crown. I am a grey warden, a grey warden who still holds our values dear even as a king. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice. My vigilance on the welfare and protection of the people of Ferelden will never end, no matter what background they come from, you can be sure of that.”

Crossing his arms, Alistair gave him his best hard stare, eyebrows furrowed, eyes doing their utmost to convey a message of the other being in the wrong. However, Alistair had a slight awkwardness to his manner that stemmed from the amount of confidence he had in himself which was something he buried deep, in recent years he had become separated from those he was once close to, he had learned in the past not to be too trusting, even of family. “You are even more unwelcoming than some mages when they discover I have Templar training! Not as unwelcoming as Morrigan used to be though, you have quite a way to go.” He has endured a long journey and the last thing he needed was a confrontation with a stranger, the Grey Wardens already had enough to deal with. “Although if you are expecting for me to charm perhaps offer me some wine first, it’s been a while since I had little drinkies” he said, lips turning into a grin as a twinkle returned to his eyes. 

“Yes daddy, what would you have preferred? Sex on legs? Fuck daddy, ride or die? I could go on all day, the point is I love your body and the rest is very sexy too. I expect a ten again tonight, don’t hold back, make it hurt.”

@lcstxsculx (Ethan for Axel)

Axel had smiled once he had opened the door to reveal Ethan, it soon became a frown and then pure rage as he saw he was badly injured. “What happened to you? Whoever did this I’ll fucking tear them apart until there is nothing left!” He yelled, dragging him indoors, closing and locking the door with a flick of his wrist as he laid his hands on the wound, his hand glowing as he healed it. Running a hand through his hair he laid a few kisses on his cheek as he held him, attempting to provide some comfort. 

With a sigh he pulled the other werewolf closer, wrapping his arms around her, and nuzzling her neck gently. “My wolf, I know how it feels, it can be so easy to forget yourself, you are important, valued and ever so beautiful.” He kissed her cheek softly before running his nose across her skin, taking in her scent. “You don’t need to hide when you are with me, let the wolf be free, I know you may think it is something to be controlled but it is part of you Isabella, don’t restrain it.” Eyes glowing a warm yellow he slowly moved his hands down, squeezing her hips. “Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you, talk to me. Don't be scared” he whispered against her skin, nibbling on her ear. “I can become wild when I get started but if you want us to take our time, we can do that.”

“Isn’t it ever so good that I don’t love you then, would have been a killjoy to the whole affair. I’ve had men like you before and I’ll tell you now, all of them have ended up dead, you may be tired of hearing it but lying to you, hellfire! You wouldn’t spank me for a week, that wouldn’t do.” He sat in the rather lush chair he had bought since he had moved in, one leg crossed over the other as he rested his head onto the knuckles of his right hand. “Love is one dull emotion, what I feel for you is much saucier than that and you know it, so what are you waiting for, destroy me.” His tongue ran over his lips, almost tasting the agony coming his way, he would have it no other way, it was them. 

from Gabriel, the darker are from the hunter

“Come and get me, before I come to you in your nightmares”