She’s baaaack

So it’s been awhile.... and by awhile I mean like over a year... but is anyone still out there? Morgs is ready come come out and play again. 

{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

Katie McGrath & the eyebrow thing™

As of Sunday Jan 29, Boston is the only US city pledging to admit all legal green card and visa holders, and refugees at an international airport. No detention no deportation. Anyone trying to come back to the US who is affected by the ban is being urged to reroute through Logan airport. Please share.

I have thought of RPing with you but never thought you would like the character or rather would not want to

Come talk to me! I obviously don’t know who your character is, but you never know! :) 

M o r g a u s e . 

It was obvious that her sister was not going to remain patient, to let her toy with her a little longer. It was true that Morgause could make her, either with force or with magic, but she decided against it. She was as anxious as Morgana was. She could take her time and play later when she had brought her sister to within an inch of consciousness. The thought of doing so was so appealing, she could not help but to chuckle darkly. She craved the taste of her, to please her with her lips and tongue first, but she had promised to see to it that she could not walk in the morning. Morgause planned to deliver on that promise. When she felt Morgana’s hands on her bare skin, she smiled, loving how her sister had seized the opportunity. The little smack caused a small yelp to flee from her lips before it was captured by Morgana’s mouth. She sank into the kiss, her hand leaving her sister’s core. Morgause had waited long enough. Her hand came around Morgana’s throat, pushing her down into the mattress. “Stay there.” It was not a request, but an order made with a fire in Morgause’s eyes that dared her sister to disobey. Standing, she reached behind herself and unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She wore deep burgundy lingerie. Breasts pushed upwards, high waisted panties revealing more of her bottom than it covered. She felt her own heart pounding like a caged bird as she stepped towards the nightstand and retrieved their strap-on. Fishing among their other toys, she considered bringing the belt and handcuffs, too, but decided to wait for those. “I made you a promise… and I intend to see it through,” she said as she put it on. Having her sister exactly as she wanted her gave Morgause a sense of power like nothing else could. It was a high she could not get enough of. Once secure, she  came to stand by the bed, meeting Morgana’s eyes with such desire that she could feel it in her bones. Her words were growled, another command filled with lust, as she held the phallic object in her hand. “On your knees…”

Emerald eyes followed after her sister silently as she was ordered to stay. Normally her defiant nature would have urged her to disobey, but Morgana had no desire as she soon realised where the blonde was headed. Small, close-mouthed smirk quickly grew into a full on devious grin. She watched her sister move as if it were in slow motion. How beautiful she was. With every movement she felt her desire for the woman grow in intensity. She had to have her. Every moment she was forced to wait was torturous. Her aching, throbbing womanhood couldn’t wait a minute longer. Hand moved up her torso to caress her breast as she watched Morgause put on their strap on. She bit back her lower lip too speechless to muster a response. Gods how she craved this woman. 

As the blonde reached the end of their bed, heart pounded even harder inside her chest, but lust filled eyes never broke contact. She obeyed the command, moving and turning herself to her knees as instructed. Breaths were heavy, anticipating her sister’s next move. 

The Love of a Sister

Lena Luthor in 2.03

Morgana: wardrobe appreciation

Send “3.. 2.. 1.. Happy New Year!” to surprise my muse with a kiss at the stroke of midnight for the new year.

A i t h u s a .

Aithusa spent the next five minutes rushing around the apartment, making sure everything was turned off and the last minute things were packed and put in their pile of luggage. She had thought to pack less, bing as their stay was going to be a mere three days, but she decided it was better to prepare for something to come up than for them to be unprepared. As the car drove up, she snatched the bottle of lavender oil from their bathroom counter and stuffed it into her purse. Everything moved quickly, then. The driver carried their luggage down to the car and they were off. Barely an hour into the drive and Aithusa was already curled up against Morgana, holding her hand as they chatted, avoiding the subject of Uther and school alike. Soon after, she had dozed off. By the time Aithusa awoke and peered out the window, the driver informed them they were almost there. Sitting up, she carefully wiped the sleep from her eyes without ruining her makeup. “Too late to turn back now,” she said, trying to joke. Smiling at her girlfriend, she plucked up her hand and kissed the back of it, drawing strength from Morgana. As they turned the corner and the mansion came into view, her jaw dropped and eyes grew wide. “I -” she stammered, at a loss for words at the grandeur of ti all. “I… will probably break everything in this place. I’m just going to warn you of that now.”

Morgana played with Aithusa’s fingers as they chatted curled up next to each other in the car. Even whilst they chatted, her thoughts kept drifting back to concerns of being back at home. Efforts to shake them away only helped so much. She just hoped it would all go better than expected and that Uther would leave them well enough alone. If not, then she’d deal with it the way she always had, in rebellion. So what was the big deal?, she asked herself, shaking it out of her mind once again at the sight of her love having fallen asleep on her shoulder. Eventually she rest her head against Aithusa’s and did the same.

Little chuckle left her in response to Aithusa’s words. It was never too late, but she supposed they were there now so let the nightmare begin. Morgana’s response, however, was instead a loving grin followed by a soft kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead. “Everything is going to fine. This is our weekend and it’s going to be great.” It wasn’t a lie. The raven-haired beauty was determined to make it an unforgettable weekend for Aithusa. It was the moments and conversations with Uther and his bigotry she would inevitably have to suffer through. She would concern Aithusa with none of that however. 

Morgana giggled at Aithusa’s ridiculousness. The girl would never understand how utterly adorable she was. Hand came to cup her cheek, thumb slowly stroking back and forth, “You are going to be fine. I promise.” As the car came to a stop and the driver came round to open the door, Morgana stepped out first, insisting on being the one to offer her hand upon Aithusa’s exit. “Think of it as our personal playground for the next few days.”

I am who I am. Your approval isn’t needed.

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