Midna

@midnaronoa.bsky.social

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25+ complit nerd who cries too much about writing🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️ Occasionally NSFW Indifferently posting in English and Spanish Currently into: The Terror, ASOIAF, The Last Kingdom and SAS: Rogue Heroes https://archiveofourown.org/users/Midna_Ronoa

Mads Mikkelsen mirando de lado sujetando un cigarrillo
Someone's legs covered by a blanket, a sleeping cat and a book (The Raven Boys) lie on top.
Dos libros encima de una cama deshecha. Frankenstein de fondo, The Raven Boys de Maggie Stiefvater en primer plano.
Hydrogen Bomb VS Coughing Baby
“You know Osferth is right,” Sihtric says, watching his breath steam up before it gets snuffed by the persistent rain. “We can’t follow through with this.” Speaking the idea up sounds like blasphemy to his own ears. He has never dared think of betraying their lord, never questioned any of his movements—but this… “And what do you suggest we do?” Finan asks toneslessly. “Stay behind and stare while he massacres our friends?” A spark of fear rattles his body entire, turning to try and search for a sliver of emotion in Finan’s eyes. Which would bring him peace, Sihtric does not know. “I’ll go with him Finan, I’m—" “Bound by the same oath that binds me, aye.”
“Not here!” Bill hisses, as if they had been caught necking outside of a pub near High Street and not just touching, barely looking into each other’s eyes in the depths of the Southern Italian woods. Jock bares his palms to Bill in mock surrender, watching the lad bristle, eyes vigilant, as if he were expecting Jock to try again. “Afraid the birdies will see?” This time even Bill’s neck flushes, the air of uptight dignity he manages to imbue his countenance with every time he speaks to Jock in public shattering to pieces in a stuttering long-suffering sigh. “You are worse than a dog in heat.” The words have an immediate effect on him, his skin prickling with anticipation as his pants tighten, a short resonant growl building on the base of his throat. Jock barks, once, making Bill stare wide eyed. A shudder shakes his slender body in a way that makes Jock want to bark, bite, claim. He opts against it, running the flat of his tongue over his teeth, relishing the attention, Bill’s posture mimicking a deer’s before the hunt, unafraid of the hounds.
A collage made out of three images. The large one is a black house with the words "a house that is a graveyard before it is a home." The second and smaller one is a dark medieval arch leading to a foggy landscape. The third one is Finan from the Last Kingdom. The fourth one a black and white picture of Sihtric from The Last Kingdom, kneeling with his hands over his axe.