first Tev teases me about porn and now writes the dirty all over my dash
hypocrite
uhh I am pretty sure that I am being perfectly consistent here, because if i had porn earlier I would have been teasing you by posting it at you
CHECK MATE, atheists
BRING IT ONNNNNNN
I’m just going to leave the rest up to everyone’s ~imagination~
☯ u know how it doooooooooo
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Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason. Every time they had sparred over the past couple of weeks, Ro’liath had been unhooking the straps on Tevruden’s armor. At first, Tevruden thought it was just to disrupt the flow of magic through his armor, but given the conversation they had during the last match, it seemed like Ro had other ideas about how they should be fighting.
Getting Ro’liath’s left gauntlet off was easy. He only managed to lose one of his legplates for that. The right one was a little bit more difficult. The real skill had come in getting the other death knight to slam both of them into the cabinet where he had kept the saronite shackles he had ‘borrowed’ from Feiyn (She wouldn’t miss them right now anyway, he had just recently thwarted one of her attempts to get them on him about half-way through.) Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason.
Using the brief amount of confusion after they landed in the shattered remains of the cabinet, Tevruden slipped the shackles on to his sparring partner. They made disarming Ro’liath altogether easy.
With his opponent disabled, he set into motion the rest of his plan. Tevruden leaned in close, and whispered as he staeted removing the rest of Ro’liath’s armor. “You may have started this Ro’liath, but I am going to finish it.”
Tevruden had been ready for this. Feiyn had had the foresight to make two pairs of shackles, and he had the second pair already in hand. Wordlessly, Tevruden tackles the other death knight attempting to knock him over and attach the shackles to Ro’laith’s legs.
“Woah—” Ro’liath barely has anytime to react. Tevruden of course, is a big guy. A heavy guy. The force of his tackle is enough to knock the wind out of Ro. He squirms under Tev but it’s all for naught and his legs are shackled in suit.
“Okay…..well…. We’ll call it a draw, how about that?” Ro’liath grins sheepishly, staring down the length of his own body towards the other.
Tevruden straddles his sparring partner “A draw? You were so intent on ‘claming your prize’ when you managed to loosen my armor and stuck your gauntlet down my pants the last time we fought. You’d still be getting the same thing now. " He laughs. “But if you’ve decided you don’t really want that I can end this now and unchain you.”
“Oh,” Ro’liath blinks, “Oh,” A grin splits his face he wiggles under Tevruden, bringing his palms to rest flat on his stomach, “Didn’t know if you were into it or not, but if that’s the case.” He brings his hands forward and grabs onto Tev’s hips, cocking a brow up at him, “Then I like the view.”
Tevruden goes back to removing the rest of his Ro’s armor before starting on his own. "If I wasn’t it would have been much easier to throw you through the wall. than this elaborate setup.”
s-intent: Finished the portrait of Marcus, who belongs to butchflowerss. Also found the head shot I did a few days back for varekk. I plan on doing more head shots for people, of their characters. I was somewhat productive.
Finished the portrait of Marcus, who belongs to butchflowerss. Also found the head shot I did a few days back for varekk. I plan on doing more head shots for people, of their characters. I was somewhat productive.
Ahahah Ro’s literally fucked now.
arrangealign: Design by Sebastian Bednarek
stage 1 of friendship: what’s up ily so much!
stage 2 of friendship: oh god i hope i’m not being too clingy or bothering them
stage 3 of friendship: hey dickhead fucking answer me
Stage 4 of friendship: im outside your house and im coming in
Stage 5 of friendship: I’m already in your house when are you coming home
Stage 6 of Friendship: I’m having dinner with your parents. Are you going to join us
☯ u know how it doooooooooo
Disclaimer: YOU ASKED FOR IT.
Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason. Every time they had sparred over the past couple of weeks, Ro’liath had been unhooking the straps on Tevruden’s armor. At first, Tevruden thought it was just to disrupt the flow of magic through his armor, but given the conversation they had during the last match, it seemed like Ro had other ideas about how they should be fighting.
Getting Ro’liath’s left gauntlet off was easy. He only managed to lose one of his legplates for that. The right one was a little bit more difficult. The real skill had come in getting the other death knight to slam both of them into the cabinet where he had kept the saronite shackles he had ‘borrowed’ from Feiyn (She wouldn’t miss them right now anyway, he had just recently thwarted one of her attempts to get them on him about half-way through.) Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason.
Using the brief amount of confusion after they landed in the shattered remains of the cabinet, Tevruden slipped the shackles on to his sparring partner. They made disarming Ro’liath altogether easy.
With his opponent disabled, he set into motion the rest of his plan. Tevruden leaned in close, and whispered as he staeted removing the rest of Ro’liath’s armor. “You may have started this Ro’liath, but I am going to finish it.”
Tevruden had been ready for this. Feiyn had had the foresight to make two pairs of shackles, and he had the second pair already in hand. Wordlessly, Tevruden tackles the other death knight attempting to knock him over and attach the shackles to Ro’laith’s legs.
“Woah—” Ro’liath barely has anytime to react. Tevruden of course, is a big guy. A heavy guy. The force of his tackle is enough to knock the wind out of Ro. He squirms under Tev but it’s all for naught and his legs are shackled in suit.
“Okay…..well…. We’ll call it a draw, how about that?” Ro’liath grins sheepishly, staring down the length of his own body towards the other.
Tevruden straddles his sparring partner “A draw? You were so intent on ‘claming your prize’ when you managed to loosen my armor and stuck your gauntlet down my pants the last time we fought. You’d still be getting the same thing now. " He laughs. “But if you’ve decided you don’t really want that I can end this now and unchain you.”
☯ u know how it doooooooooo
Disclaimer: YOU ASKED FOR IT.
Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason. Every time they had sparred over the past couple of weeks, Ro’liath had been unhooking the straps on Tevruden’s armor. At first, Tevruden thought it was just to disrupt the flow of magic through his armor, but given the conversation they had during the last match, it seemed like Ro had other ideas about how they should be fighting.
Getting Ro’liath’s left gauntlet off was easy. He only managed to lose one of his legplates for that. The right one was a little bit more difficult. The real skill had come in getting the other death knight to slam both of them into the cabinet where he had kept the saronite shackles he had ‘borrowed’ from Feiyn (She wouldn’t miss them right now anyway, he had just recently thwarted one of her attempts to get them on him about half-way through.) Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason.
Using the brief amount of confusion after they landed in the shattered remains of the cabinet, Tevruden slipped the shackles on to his sparring partner. They made disarming Ro’liath altogether easy.
With his opponent disabled, he set into motion the rest of his plan. Tevruden leaned in close, and whispered as he staeted removing the rest of Ro’liath’s armor. “You may have started this Ro’liath, but I am going to finish it.”
Ro’liath grunted as he slammed fists first into the cabinet, his disorient as glass cut the knuckles of his left hand just long enough to be shackled. A small grin tugged at his lips as Tevruden leaned over him, unbuckling the rest of his armor.
“Big words, Tev.” He panted out, glancing over his shoulder at the other, “You’ve got my hands but I’m not about to roll over and give up.” With that Ro’liath shoved his shoulder back against the knight that trapped him, giving himself just enough room to duck out of Tevruden’s grasp.
He hopped on the balls of his feet, not minding he was in nothing but his greaves, “Come on, I can still take ya’!” He held his fists up, the chains on his wrists clanking with his movements.
Tevruden had been ready for this. Feiyn had had the foresight to make two pairs of shackles, and he had the second pair already in hand. Wordlessly, Tevruden tackles the other death knight attempting to knock him over and attach the shackles to Ro’laith’s legs.
❤ :Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
Oh man that’s easy his ears. You should hear him complain when they get tugged.