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It's never cold around you đĽ
Happy belated Valentine's Day to Prometheus and Aenon, my favorite husbands, lights of my life, the best dads... etc etc â¤ď¸ I just love them too much and don't draw them enough idk đś
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Like the wind / Blowing from somewhere
Kai: Guys, I think we did a Outfit mix up
Jay: *Sigh*.....
Aenon: Oh
Kai: BTW THIS WAS DRAWN BY TEAL FOR THE GRANDTEMBER THING
Yoooo Countess Alexa ftw!!! This scene was crazy. I decided to started reading Queen Ceciaâs Shorts because of a tumblr rec, so it only seems appropriate to pay that forward. Read this webtoon! It is so good! Especially if you are a sucker for a cross dressing female lead like I am.
Cats follow Aenon because they love the fish scent
..... why in all of the heavens didn't I think of that??? I was thinking along the lines of cats are just secretly spiteful and can sense weakness. But the fish thing just makes it funny, like??? Being allergic on top of smelling like fish. It's their worst nightmare.
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ĂŚnon waited a few moments, and then slowly retracted its hand. "Mmm.. we'll have to work on that, hm?~" It shifts a bit, so it's 'sitting' back now, as if it was laying against a chair. "Might I ask exactly *what* about Mr. Stickmin has got you so.. angry?~ You seem to be quite furious about whatever happened, and I, not being there, have only heard snippets of what it was, care to explain?~"
"..It all started when Stickbitch arrived at the place I worked at when I was a cop, the West Mesa Penitentiary, he had gotten a package from someone and my friend, who was also my coworker, Dave, forgot to check the package
The package had a cake with a nail file in it- he had managed to use that to get rid of one of his cell bars and hit me in the face with it, Dave was also wacked in the face by that fucker and even got tasered because he accidentally dropped it on himself
After the higher-ups found out about what happened he was fired, eventually got a job as a security guard at a museum.. THEN a certain Stickbitch ended up deciding to steal from the museum- some random item, the tuna diamond or something, anyways he manages to get out of the museum and me, another friend and some coworkers are called to the scene to try and catch him and- and he-" Rupert pauses and takes a deep breath "He fuckin killed my friend. His name was Johnny and he had such a prominent future but now he's dead. Dave also disappeared after and I haven't seen him since.. Stickbitch ruined one of my friend's lives and the other one was killed by him- Hell, Dave is probably dead too!" He says and laughs "And here I fuckin am! Alive and having to be around the fuckin reason my friends are gone.. And I can't even fully hate him"
What did the RO's expect Royal!mc to be like before they met or knew each other? Does a royal mc have a reputation outside the castle?
Several of the ROs have met Royal!MC, or know of them, so I wonât get into them. But the others...
Kida: He absolutely despises the royal family, MC included. Little is known about the Heir, as the capital is usually in lock down. What info gets out is usually steeped in rumor, but it usually tips toward the Heir being a coward and just as bad as their father. He wouldnât hesitate to kill them if it meant ending the madness.
Vanerith: Heâs rather ambivalent toward the Heir. Heâs spent most of his time trying to survive to focus on the countryâs rulers.
Eshad: As heâs usually attached to a young nymph named Deverin, he doesnât know much about the Heir. He doesnât really care, either. All he knows is that the royal family has descended into madness. As far as he can tell at least. Itâs hard to guess whatâs rally going on when he canât leave his current masterâs side.
Aenon: They are frightened of the Heir. Itâs difficult to gauge the MC as a person, but after dealing with their father, itâs left a fear that they canât explain. It would take meeting them in person to assuage any fears they have.
Can we see "Call me sir when were alone like this" with Aenon?
Ask and you shall recieve, dear!
Itâs late in the day when you finally manage to get back to your chambers. Aenon is already there, resting in the saltwater pool installed not long after the others discovered your relationship. It had been a nice surprise, coming into your room to find the previously empty space filled with a deep hole, so Aenon could stay at your side without leaving.
Aenon startles, throwing sparkling dots of water into the air as they move, when you throw yourself onto your shared bed with a loud groan. And⌠thereâs the neverneding ache. Astha had been rough with training that day. You bury your face into the sheets.
âAre you alright?â You feel more than hear Aenon approach the bed. They settle beside you, resting a hand on your back. âWas it a rough day?â
âAstha.â You mumble.
Aenon makes a noise in understanding. You both know the dragonborn well, and her methods. Sheâs a fair, but harsh, teacher.
âWould you like a massage?â The questions sings like the angels above have answered your plea for help.
âYeah!â You bolt upright, barely wincing before you throw yourself even more onto the bed, wriggling to straighten yourself out. âReady!â
Aenon stands up briefly, enough to get on the bed and straddle your hips, hands splayed across your back. Within moments they are pressing and kneading the muscles of your back. At first it hurts, making you tense up, but soon it begins to feel good. You go lax, letting out a pleasured purr.
Aenon laughs lowly. If that doesnât send a bolt of heat southâŚ
âEnjoying yourself?â
You nod, rather helplessly. They always manage to turn you into a puddle with the least bit of effort. Maybe itâs just their superpower. Maybe youâre just a lovesick sap for your lover.
âDo you want to do something a little moreâŚ. strenuous?â Aenon asks. Again, you nod. Thereâs a shift in the air, from relaxing and playful, to almost⌠ dangerous.
They stop massaging your back, instead, bending low to arch over you, pressing their hands into the mattress, pinning you in place. Their tendrils fall in a curtain around your faces. âRemember, call me ser when weâre alone like this.â
A delicious shiver goes down your spine. That tone is a promise for pain if youâve ever heard one. You hear it often.
And you love it every. single. time.
