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bopaaaa · 5 days
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Starry Night💫🌕
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fefiemmanouil1 · 30 days
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the campfire bright the snowy night
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dancing in the moonlight
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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝔶
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livesinfantasyland · 3 months
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The one where Sherlock finds you singing under the moonlight and decides to join you.
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More Mood Boards
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little-tyrant-gortash · 4 months
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Under the Moonlight
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Desc.: I just had to get this out of my brain. I have it bad. 😫
Pairing: Enver Gortash x fem!reader
Trigger warnings: murder, gore, body horror
Word count: 1,216
AO3 here.
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He kept an eye on them all night long.
She politely refused Lord Crawford's advances all night long. He was trying too hard; obviously intruding her personal space on more than one occasion.
Gortash was paying attention to every sign Crawford ignored. Her rigid posture, her tight lipped smile, her eyes that scanned for a way out, but nobody seemed to notice. Enver couldn't detain the boiling anger in the pit of his gut anymore. Memories of being forced to do something because someone had more power than him bubbled up in his mind, and he quickly decided he'd intervene if there was a need.
He sat upon his throne, his piercing, dark eyes scanning the crowd from time to time. Mingling guests; brainless cattle, the lot of them. Most of them deserved nothing but the blade; most of them would be more useful dead to him than alive, at least they'd be new subjects to test his latest constructs. His index and middle fingers rested against his cheek, while he had his thumb under his chin and the last two fingers in front of his lips; his left hand still had the goblet full of wine in it.
He ticked a slow, ominous rhythm on the goblet with his golden claws. Tick. Tick. Tick. His patience was wearing thin.
His eyes always wandered back to her. And his thoughts only darkened when he saw that Crawford rested his hand on the small of her back. Gortash saw that she moved away, but Crawford moved after her, wrapping his fat fingers around her waist, visibly making her shiver.
Crawford might've had a title by birth - a title Gortash acquired through hard work. He'd spilled blood for his name to mean something while Crawford fattened his ass and did nothing for it. Gortash planned and worked himself to the bone to be great, often refusing his basic needs, while Crawford drank all the wine, ate all the food and went to sleep with a group of whores for entertainment in Sharess' Caress.
Gortash heard too much about him to like him at all. And he had the audacity to touch her. Over and over again, he had his filthy paws on her body.
Infuriating.
He did not move from his seat, though. Not until Crawford somehow managed to slip out and away, seemingly undetected, with her - reluctantly - in tow. Gortash slowly, quietly placed his goblet down beside himself on the table before he rose to his feet. The mingling guests were busy exchanging gossip, they seemingly did not notice that he excused himself from the crowd as well. Only a few eyes followed his form as it disappeared behind a door, and nobody dared to follow him.
He knew where Crawford led her, and he wasn't mistaken; the cool air on the balcony was refreshing, but it quickly diminished when the soft whimpers hit his ears.
She was begging. Crawford cornered her, and she was begging to be left alone. Gortash could hear that her words were still too polite; she didn't mean to disrespect the man who was much more powerful than her, but she was desperate to escape the unwanted company.
And Crawford didn't give a fuck. He acted like she wasn't even speaking. As if her consent did not even matter.
Enver liked to think of himself as a collected, calm man; someone who could make a good decision even under pressure. But the second he caught a glimpse of her terrified eyes in the moonlight as she pleadingly stared up at Crawford's face seemed to snap something into place in him.
"Didn't you hear her?" Enver asked, his tone eerily calm as he silently walked behind the noble. "She said stop."
Crawford cursed and stared back at him over his shoulder. He saw nothing but darkness written on Gortash's face, but the amount of wine he consumed stopped the warning signs from reaching his sluggish brain. He had her cornered; his hands resting against the wall, on both sides of her head. Blocking her ways out.
"Fuck off", he barked back at Enver, "I'm busy."
"I'm giving you one last chance, Lord Crawford", Gortash's voice dropped to a deep, threatening growl. He was seconds away from erupting in fury. "Leave her alone."
"You have no power over me", Crawford snapped, and he glanced back at Gortash again. "Try and lay a finger on me, Gortash. Or should I rather say, Flymm? Hah. This one's mine, go find yourself another bitch to fuck."
Crawford hadn't had a second to even comprehend what was happening. Even Enver's left hand was much stronger than one thought. Just one yank, and the lord was facing him, back against the wall.
Gortash didn't even hesitate. He did not waste a second to stab with his right hand; in a flash, two of his golden clawed fingers found their way in Crawford's eyes.
The scream of horror in the dead of night was music to his ears. He twisted his fingers in the eyes until they popped. The warmth of blood quickly covered his hand, but he did not stop digging; he knew exactly where to prod and stab to do the most damage to a brain which wasn't useful enough to use it in his experiments. He bent his fingers and stabbed his golden nails right up inside Crawford's brain in the inside, and kept them there until the man went rigid, then limp in his hold.
"You should've listened to me", he whispered as he yanked his fingers out.
Crawford collapsed. Enver slowly turned his attention to her; he wished there was another way, but he couldn't help it. He had to do it. His dark eyes seemed like they've lost their spark when he saw the pale horror on her face, her eyes wide and shocked. Whatever chances he had with her - they were gone. She'd never come to his parties... the ones he held in hopes to see her.
"You're free to go", Enver declared, already half turning to leave. But he stopped as soon as he felt her hand touch his arm. Even though he had the gauntlet on, he could feel the warmth of her palm against his arm. "What is it?"
"That was", she whispered, and her expression shifted into something he couldn't understand at first, "Lord Gortash, that was..."
Enver furrowed his brows. When she couldn't finish, his lips twitched into an uncertain smile.
"Horrible?"
He finished her sentence for her. Did he imagine or she really came closer?
"Dreadful", she whispered.
Enver blinked when he realised the colour returned to her cheeks. A tad more colour than necessary.
"Awful", he murmured, shifting closer to her himself, testing if she'd back away, but she did not.
"Monstrous..."
"Gruesome-"
He almost couldn't believe it when he felt her hands slide on his leather clad shoulders. She moved closer until her chest rested against his and her lips found his. He didn't want to stain her clothes with his right hand, but his left one found her cheek as he deepened the kiss, giving in to the desire that festered within him for months - ever since he saw her for the first time.
That night, he knew she'd be his, and his only.
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tamras-shieldmaiden · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lin Beifong/Kuvira Characters: Lin Beifong, Kuvira (Avatar) Additional Tags: Romance, POV Second Person, Age Difference, Femslash, Implied Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Rarepair, Linvira, Kuvin - Freeform Summary:
Under the moonlight, Lin Beifong muses on the beauty of nature and the love that has come to her life, filling her life with renewed beauty and hope.
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ariellewm · 17 days
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Character Profile: Prince Edlin Silverleaf, The Moon Prince of Nem Naalore
!! Note: Please do not use my character for roleplaying or fanfiction. (with the exception for Ycey Narrates). He is still a developing character. If you wish to draw him out, please contact me for more information !!
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"Those dazzling eyes of yours. Why, even under the moonlight, turly its like gazing into a galaxy of stars. Now, what's bothering my star?" - Prince Edlin from "Under the Moonlight" Part 1
Full Name: Prince Edlin Amadeus Silverleaf
Aliases/Other Titles: Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, The Silver Prince, The Clumsy Elf (from his beloved)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: 20
Height: 6'1 ft (185cm)
Eye Color: Amethyst
Hair Color: Snow, long length sometimes in loose braids
Skin Color: Soft Beige
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🌛💫About/Backstory💫🌛
With the great war between humans and elves coming to an end, King Lafvan and Queen Saevanna decided it was time to bring a child into the new world. Edlin, however, was very weak when he was born. He was barely breathing and had very pale skin. If it were not for the mysterious maiden that Saevanna allowed to heal the child, Edlin would not be part of this world. No one, not even the Moon Queen herself, knew what ancient powers the maiden possessed. And so Edlin was raised just like any ordinary elven boy throughout the years.
Edlin, while still learning his place as Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, took a liking in swordsmanship. As a youngling, he learned from his uncle and learned everything that he knew. When his uncle wasn’t around, he had others teach him. His uncle would even send him swords, which sparked a new hobby in collecting swords, which Saevanna didn’t like the influence Lafvan’s brother was having on her only son. His sword play would be limited as he still had to learn prince etiquette and the lectures Saevanna scheduled. Edlin, however, would still sneak off during those lectures, riding upon his great albino elk, Cloud, into the forests.  
The elf had shown great connections with humans, especially with the sun princess of Sol Estrela. He was first introduced to the human princess when both royal families wanted for them both to promote peace amongst humans and elves. Over time, this friendship blossomed, and they became close.
However, elves, at the age of twenty, begin to slowly age. This is why elves don’t normally bear many children due to this revelation that Edlin discovers from the sun princess. It would prevent their relationship from growing further. So, they would keep their relationship a secret from their families.
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💜🌌Personality🌌💜
Edlin is a kind-hearted, charming elf. Many female elves have gawked over his friendly personality, most especially his good looks. Royal lines from around the continent (even beyond the shores) wanted to marry off their elven daughters to the resilient moon prince of Nem Naalore, but he had refused every contract with the other kingdoms.
He's been known on many occasions for helping Naalorians in the kingdom. He’s brave, going off against dangerous monsters that invade his home (most of the time he gets assistance from his friends or palace guards). His mother, Saevanna, gets worried every time he runs off to assist his people that he may not return. But he does come back, ruining his princely wardrobe every time.  
The elf is clumsy, often falling off his great, large elk Cloud or being around the love of his life, the human princess of Sol Estrela. He trips, falls, and stumbles. He almost broke his back once when falling off the princess’ balcony one night after the Sunset Gala; however, he was just overreacting that one time when he did (it wasn’t that large of a fall).   
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🦌⚔️Abilities⚔️🦌
Swordsmanship – Skilled in sword fighting in combat. Edlin owns a large collection of handcrafted swords, from scimitars to long swords to short swords. He switches them out occasionally, to be sharpened and placed back upon the wall until switched out again. He prefers to have one sword in hand; however, his kind is known to duel with two swords instead of one.
Darkvision – Edlin can see through the darkly lit forests and caves. This has proven to be useful when returning to the Moon Palace or searching through the dark forest for lost creatures.
Heightened Senses – The elven prince has keener senses compared to humans. He is graceful on his feet (most of the time) in dueling and has excellent eyesight.
Riding – He rides not only horses but also great elks. Cloud was taken in as a calf after its mother abandoned it in the rain one night. Both bonded, and Edlin would ride upon him every sunrise and sunset for his “walks”. Edlin also likes to give Cloud treats after riding, such as sugar cubes (which he shouldn’t have, but Edlin gives it to him anyways, seeing as it has no effect on him) or special tree leaves he’s gathered in the forests.
Understanding of Creatures/Talking with Beasts – Although this doesn’t work on all animals, he can speak and comprehend all sorts of creatures, such as his elk Cloud. His mother found Edlin’s ability to be useful when having him get serpents and other reptiles out of her gardens, as she hates scaly reptiles.
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⭐Concept Art⭐
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Artwork by Shio
📖Stories✏️
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🌙 Under the Moonlight Series 🌌
Part 1
Part 2
SFW Valentine's Day Special Headcanon
More Stories TBA
Inspired Spotify Playlist: TBA
Inspired YouTube Playlist: TBA
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seeminglydark · 7 months
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More WIPing. I should be getting ready for work tomorrow but here we are.
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uncanon-xiv · 4 months
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Under the Moonlight - #2
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Hi! I bring you chapter two a day early since tomorrow looks to be a bit busy!
Seifer settles into his new surroundings and has a mild existential crisis (or two or three) while trying to familiarize himself with his new reality.
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userbbh · 4 months
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231210 colde 'blue room' concert under the moonlight (1,2)
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wishingforatypewriter · 5 months
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Written for Lin Beifong's Week (Day 1: Under the Moonlight)
The voyage to Agna Qel’a was several days too long by Lin’s count. She blamed the vessel’s glacial pace on its owner’s desire to keep the passengers buying the overpriced alcohol onboard for as long as possible. It was already late evening—the day nearly gone—and the full moon hung bright and bulbous overhead.
“We’re taking an airship back,” Lin declared once they disembarked at the North Pole. “And you are never talking me into another cruise.”
“You seemed to enjoy the amenities. Especially that hot tub out on our balcony,” Zolt replied with a smirk, his arms encircling her waist as they waited for their gondola. She would never have allowed him to hold her like this back home—not unless she wanted them on the front page of the Republic Gazette—but here, halfway around the world, she let herself lean into his warmth the way she might have thirty years ago. 
She glanced up at him, wearing an expression that she hoped was sufficiently stern. “I’ve already missed too much work and we haven’t even been here a day.”
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fefiemmanouil1 · 2 years
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When the night falls
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soulinkpoetry · 9 months
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Sometimes when you can’t find the words to what you’re feeling , you borrow somebody else’s.
Visit @everytimeyousaygoodbye for beautiful poetry.
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𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
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jisookimlove · 6 months
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JENNIE Special Single [You & Me] ❣️🌕💍
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JENNIE KIM 😍👏🏻
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