#'why was this colour so hard to come by?'

[zaahvi]

wanted to share some notes i had about this piece because i've thought about this ship way too hard:

so, faolan goes through a lot of changes after joining elgar'nan (mostly focusing on the visual here). he's a crow, so he usually wears the purple leathers, but his colour scheme switches to gold - to match elgar'nan's, of course :)

he's a crow and has kept the feathery crow mantle as part of his outfit, though the feathers are brown and gold now.

he also wears a lot of jewellery now, whereas before he only had one stud earring. it contrasts with elgar'nan who wears none at all.

a big part of the jewellery are the chains. they're thin and delicate and look pretty... and they're chains. faolan always hated not having control in his life, and a big part of that is why he ended up giving in to elgar'nan. he wanted that comfort and security in exchange for loss of control: he locked himself in a gilded cage.

faolan already had his forehead vallaslin beforehand - but elgar'nan gives him body vallaslin after too. it would probably be the same colour, but i made it shiny gold here to show that it's new, and different to his other vallaslin. (elgar'nan never uses it to control him though; not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't need to)

i drew fal with his hair down hehehe :)

edit because i forgot: the caption? you know "garas lasa, da'len" means "come to me, child/little one" - i just can't stop thinking about "come to me, child, and i shall embrace you. in my arms lies eternity."

and if anyone's wondering how these two get together: faolan couldn't escape the fade prison. he just couldn't get over everything that happened. then he started to regret not joining up with elgar'nan since the beginning... and this regret met with elgar'nan's across the veil, who managed to reach him in the prison and, in short, gave him another chance and got him out =)

"in my arms lies eternity"

you too, dear reader, can make veilguard into an elgarook enemies to lovers story if you think hard enough 😌

[liliapleasesteponme]

Show me those fangs 🦇

Vampire!lilia x fem!human!reader

Summary - you explore a dark, gothic mansion alone on a dare from your friends and meet a much different fate

Making out, pet names (doll, sweet thing), mistress kink, degradation (its only one line), hickeys, blood, oral (r receiving), begging

@klien2000

Note - i imagine she was wearing this

"ok y/n, truth or dare ?" one of your friends asked. You were having a party with a few friends while your roommate was out of town and at this point you all a bit tipsy. You had replied 'dare' and the dare went along the lines of "you know that creepy mansion on the hill that everyone says is haunted ? I dare you to go into it alone. AND at night."

You didn't think it was haunted, but that it was probably just old and abandoned. You accepted the dare and, because it was nearing 10 pm, you put on a more presentable outfit and went out to complete the dare while the rest of your friends stayed the night.

Just as you got to the bottom of the hill, you felt a shiver down your back. You tried to brush it off but it did make you feel a bit more wary of going to the mansion. You began to climb the hill, feeling an increasing anxiousness. Once you reached the top, you faced a new issue. How to get in.

The gates were chained shut and the walls were high. At first it looked as though there was no way in but because the house was unkept, there was vines growing, giving you a way of climbing over the tall walls and into the garden.

The garden was beautiful, even though it was overgrown. There were bushes carved into animals (snakes, dogs, rabbits, ect) and colourful flowers amidst the long grass. It almost looked like a fairytale. The mansion was much different though. Dark exterior, gothic stained windows and statues.

You went up to the door and it immediately slammed open. 'ok, so maybe it is haunted' you thought with a hint of sarcasm. You stepped inside and were taken aback by how amazing it looked. Everything was like something out of a castle. There were portraits of old people on the walls, candelabras, gold-legged tables and a vase of flowers that looked like they'd only just been picked. You thought the flowers were strange but chose to move past it.

You made your way to what seemed to be a grand dining room. The table in the center was long and covered by a red and gold table cloth and on it was a glass of wine that had clearly just been poured. It suddenly dawned on you that this house may not be abandoned. You froze for a moment before quickening your pace towards the door.

Just as you reached it, it crashed shut so hard you almost fell down. You were trapped. You frantically looked for another exit but your attempt was unsuccessful. You thought you might aswell explore some more since you were stuck here.

When you got back to the dining room, you stopped for a moment to think about what just happened. All of a sudden, everything went black. You felt a pair of hands push you against the wall as you drop your bag to the floor. "why are you here ? Who are you ?"

For a moment, you couldn't breathe pressed up against the wall but the grip the person had on you lessened so you could answer. "I'm y/n. M-my friends dared me to come here, i-i swear i don't mean to cause trouble."

You began breathing very heavily and the person spun you around to be face-to-face. It was a woman, much older than you. She was wearing a light blouse and a fitting black and red corset. If you were being honest, you thought she was very attractive but that thought was quickly suppressed when she began talking. "well, well, what will i do with you, huh doll ?"

You were too surprised by her pet name to say anything, so you just stared at her for a while. Her eyes were a deep red, filled with rage and what you secretly hoped was lust. When you didn't respond she opened her mouth to speak again thats when you saw them. Her two large fangs. She was a vampire.

How had you not realised before ?

She must've seen your reaction to her fangs because she instantly closed her mouth again. For a moment you couldn't help but glance at her dark red lips. Somehow you weren't as afraid as you probably should have been, she only seemed to intrigue you.

"what ? Never met a vampire before doll ?" she asked, clearly amused by your reaction. You didn't know how to react so you just gently shook your head. "let me hear that voice, sweet thing"

You let out a shaky breath, "are you really a vampire ?"

"mm believe it doll," she said with a smirk "now then ... Back to my previous question. What am i to do with you ?"

She hesitated a moment before taking a step back and leaning against the grand table behind her. In that moment, you likely should have run as far away as possible, but you didn't. You stayed put, chasing the reason for your initial intrigue. The vampire decided to answer her own question, "you're lucky i've let you last this long really. Most of them are dead by now,"

A streak of fear ran through you as she said those last few words. Of course ! She's a vampire. How could she not kill people ? "besides, i think your different. You don't have that glint of fear in your eyes like the others usually do. Theres something different there."

She looked you up and down for a moment and offered you her hand. You took it with no hesitation. You'd begun to trust her, despite everything she'd said so far. "so, what's your name then, doll ?"

"y/n," you told her, honestly hoping that instead of using it that she'd keep using those pet names that had begun to grow on you. "and you ?"

"Lilia. But thats not important. You can call me mistress." You were slightly taken aback that she asked (or more demanded) that you call her mistress and even more so that her name was just as beautiful as her face.

With that, she began to drag you to another room of the mansion. Your mouth was open in silent awe as you saw more of the house, it really was like a dream. The two of you reached a large door, to which she pushed open to reveal a beautiful bedroom. The walls were a strong burgundy and the room was laced with golden accents, including the bedsheets.

You had taken a step forward to fully take in the room when Lilia spun you around to face her and embraced you in a passionate kiss. The kiss was unlike any you'd had before. It was fiery and fierce yet caring at the same time. You moaned into the kiss, giving the vampires tongue better access to you. As the kiss deepened, you felt her fangs brush against your lips. Her fangs aroused you further and your mind began to think that it may not be so bad if she bites you.

After a minute or two, you broke away from the kiss to take a breath. Lilia put her hand to your hair, using it to tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck. This is it you thought as she moved closer to your neck ... But no, not yet.

She began to kiss and suck on your neck leaving a trail of hickeys as she moved further down to your collarbone. You practically moaned out, "please, touch me."

She drew back, looking you dead in the eyes, "use my name first, sweet thing"

"Lili~" she cut you off as soon as you began, "not that one, doll."

"mistress, mistress please touch me. I need you." she let out a hum of acceptance, "begging already huh ? Pathetic."

You whimpered in response, gazing into her eyes. Then she pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you with hungry eyes. Her hands moved quickly to remove your clothes, leaving you fully exposed to her.

She was quick to focus on your breasts, teasing them with her fingers. She began to leave another hickey on your breast while her hands snaked their way down to your hips, holding you in place because of how squirmy you'd gotten.

Suddenly, she moved lower so her head was between your thighs. She began marking you again and you were becoming too needy so you let out a loud moan, pulling on her hair slightly so she would go faster to your aching pussy. This time she wasn't as reciprocative. She bit down on your inner thigh with overwhelming strength. Her fangs were deep inside you and all you could do was moan even louder.

Blood dripped from the wound when she pulled away. She licked up the remaining blood around the bite and moved so she was eye level with you. There was a small drop of blood that had fallen from her lip that she seductively wiped away. For a moment, you couldn't move due to what happened, you just watched her face and how her expression softened.

"are you ok doll ?" she asked with genuine care in her voice. You nodded you head but it wasn't good enough for her. She needed to be sure. "i need words y/n."

"im ok." you pushed out weakly. "please, i need you."

"i know what you need, doll, let mistress take care of you." her words gave you butterflies and your pussy was so needy for her right now. Her head was back inbetween your legs and she didn't waste any time in going straight for your pussy, licking a stripe down your wet hole.

After the first taste, it was like she developed an addiction. She plunged her tongue into you, making your back arch from the sudden pleasure. She moved her tongue in and out of your wet pussy feeling how close you already were. Your moans had become uncontrollable.

Her pace quickened as she licked and sucked your clit while her fingers were tracing the bite mark on your thigh,"hmph fuuck~"

"come on, you can be louder. I want to hear you scream." she emphasized each word in a way that drove you crazy. Your moans became louder and louder until you were convinced the whole town would be able to hear you. Overwhelmed by pleasure, you threw your head back against the headboard, only to be pulled back into the vampires sight.

"i wanna see you, doll. I wanna see you face as you cum for your mistress."

"please, im so close, please mistress, can i cum ?" she looked up at you and gave you a nod. You were on the edge and it look one more lick for you to cum in her mouth.

That was probably the best orgasm of your life. She licked up any excess and swallowed all of your cum. Your breathing finally settled as you came down from your high. She moved to lay next to you and put her arms around you, pulling you closer to her body.

This was nice, comfortable. Maybe being turned into a vampire wouldn't be too bad.

Let me know if you liked it <3

- aqua

[letternotekisses]

Ur assistant AU has me losing it. I love it so much n i havent been able to stop imagining assistant!reader being "borrowed" by another talon member, and coming back to Akandes office dizzy and exhausted, well used and stumbling towards him @_@

(nsfw) wait cuz this is delectable anon ur juicy little brain I could kiss u

—

You’re panting when your legs are folded into your chest, Gabriel’s cock sinking deep enough into your cunt that you feel unbelievably full of him, his mask is staring you down, watching uncaringly as he knocks the wind out of you. You’d been at this for hours, bent over surfaces, pinned against walls and even put into a full-nelson a few times. You’d cum so many times that you were starting to get dizzy and breathless, your nails creasing the leather of Reaper’s cloak as you hold on for dear life because he just can’t seem to get enough. As soon as he fills your cunt and pulls out to marvel at the hefty load he’d dumped in you - he’s soon growing hard again.

You’re there until the late evening, limping out the door with an aching pussy, bruised skin and now a sore ass - seeing as Gabe gave it an appeased slap on your way out.

—

It’s dim and quiet in Akande’s office, lamplight casting his shadow large and intimidating across the cream walls, flickering over the ornate wood of the glossy floor and desk. There’s an old stereo playing soft music somewhat in the background, one he usually kept on to entertain you whilst he zoned in on important documents or paperwork. Only, you weren’t here this evening.

The last he’d seen of you was with Gabriel, chittering away whilst the wraith sat and stared with all the grace of a brooding hen. Not that Akande minded all too much, it kept you content and busy while he was occupied, and it helped soften Gabriel’s tolerance to sharing. All in all, there wasn’t a concern for Akande, apart from how late it was getting. Most nights he would take you to bed, fall asleep with his legs intertwined with yours and your head resting softly on his chest. Only some nights would he allow the others to see you so soft, so precious and so vulnerable.

His office door opens with a sharp click, sapping him from his monotony, and Akande’s eyes snap to it almost instantaneously. He softens when it’s you who steps past the heavy oak door, closing it with a soft yawn. Your hair is messy, your mascara smudged, your blouse open and your tights torn to shreds. You’re even holding your heels in one hand, it’s why Akande didn’t anticipate your arrival, he couldn’t hear the soft pattering of your footsteps in the hall.

There’s bruising on your pretty neck, and it makes him frown.

Usually it wasn’t an issue, but it seemed Gabriel had worn you out exceptionally today, and you were practically swaying on your feet. Akande stands to greet you, and you chuck your heels onto the chaise lounge across, practically melting into his arms once you feel the familiar weight of his his hands on your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

Akande is enriched with the softest parts of you. He pulls you from your messy clothes and chucks them across his office, bundling you up and into the en-suite where he bathes you with a tenderness the outside world were unfamiliar with. All of his bathrooms are stocked and lined with your products, full of life and love and colour, and he follows your routine for you, step by step, perfect and meticulous even when you can’t lift a muscle to help. You don’t have to, he will take care of you.

He dries you off, slipping a silky soft chemise over your arms, one of the many outsides he kept for you in his rooms - all lined next to his suits, they were just as important to him. Before settling you gently into his huge bed, you’re out like a light almost immediately, and Akande is more than happy to let you cling to him like a koala until he’s ready to sleep himself.

He waited. As strong as he may be, the soft underbelly of the leader of Talon is bared only to you. He can only be well rested with you by his side. It’s pure, something a man like him isn’t accustomed to, and Akande will treasure it despite its oddities.

(And no, he doesn’t care if you drool on his pillows.)

[imerian]

✷ Pedroscar matching phone charms ✷

[shefellofftheworld]

the practical aspects of worldbuilding might seem needlessly granular if you’re just trying to make a cool setting for your story, but they make a huge difference!

It doesn’t all have to be conlangs and magic systems, either. Something as simple as a family tree/relationship web or a map of your setting can be really effective, whether you make that available to your audience or not. I remember when I was studying the ancient near east our teacher had us do a lot of comparison between written sources and geographical evidence. He made us learn the geology of the eastern mediterranean. I was completely baffled as to the relevance of the rock composition until he pointed out that it would affect the arability of the land. The position of mountains and valleys and plateaus determines things like the positions of roads, or access to fresh water, or what crops can be reliably farmed. He showed us how, by simply understanding the land, we could predict which areas would be fought over and why. Whoever controls this region controls the trade routes, whoever controls this region controls access to food, the people living here will eat different foods to the people living there. 

If deep diving into geography really isn’t your thing, a simpler way to go about it would be to use The Quiet Year’s system--name a few things any given community has in abundance, and a few things it needs but either doesn’t have or only has a limited supply. If one community has easy access to food and drink but little to no textiles, then they’ll probably want to trade with a community who can provide them with things like clothes and bedding. Now you can create a relationship between those two communities--do they like each other? Are they constantly trying to get one over on each other? Do they intermingle culturally and socially, or is their relationship purely business? Or maybe there’s just enough fabric to go around, but only the very rich can own more than one or two sets of clothing. Now it’s a mark of how wealthy a character is if they change clothes before dinner. Do the less wealthy resent them for the waste? Do those with extra clothes look down on those without? If the majority of your community only has the one set, does that change standards of modesty? Maybe people have to schedule isolated times and spaces to bathe and wash their clothes, or maybe wash day is a community event and everyone gets naked in the river. Maybe the very wealthy have different standards of modesty to the very poor, because they don’t have to contend with the same practicalities. 

I know I’ve gotten very detailed there, but I’m always fascinated by the way that a practical understanding of how your characters’ basic needs are met can inform a world. Without needing to invent a magic system or a religion or a language we can create a totally different cultural context that not only makes sense within the story, but makes your narrative stronger! You can use these factors to inform characters and relationships, and even to move the plot along if it needs a push. Pick one detail, then ask the first questions that come to your mind and find an answer to them. Maybe this gives you a broad sketch of the community, or maybe it plugs a plot hole. Either way, you understand your story better--and your audience will too, whether they realise it or not, because now your setting feels like a real space, and your characters feel like real people living in it. 

any magic worldbuilding where light is 'free' (does not require oil/candles/other material goods/etc) and people still live in completely medieval-style environments - or where this doesn't have a tremendous impact on architecture and lifestyle, bare minimum, is incomprehensible to me... access to light is like. So critical

[teacolouredink]

Do people post their splatfest art here?? Either way this is my first time playing in over a year I just HAD TO come back for the team closest to my heart ehehe (sorry for missing you team beach I GENUINELY FORGOT ABOUT SPLATFEST THAT TIME im sad)

[lilliemadoka]

🍔 urger.

[flame2ashes]

Yeah that works

[sophsun1]

BEFORE & AFTER COLOURING CHALLENGE 🎨

I was tagged by: @cinematicnomad

Tysm for the tag! This was fun to do though I do class myself as a baby gifmaker in training lol. I'm still learning new techniques everyday and trying to improve my colouring. But hopefully people can see what I'm working with before they get the finished product and why gifmaker's rightfully get so upset when people steal/criticise/repost our work which seems to have gotten worse these days. I don't save my psd's unless they're for a particularly hard scene I've managed to conquer colouring. I chose a selection of shows I currently gif the most - yellow filters are the devils work and my most hated thing to get rid of which seems to plague the majority of shows these days alongside really dark scenes.

I gif a lot of queer as folk which is a type of hell itself and to anyone who has ever done the same you understand what I mean trying to gif a show that was filmed with zero lighting and that's before you attempt a Babylon scene!

Anyway here's my attempt!

[keeps-ache]

in a cafe rn. this place is nice :>

[spicyicymeloncat]

First attempt trying to draw all of them :)

[cervidaecorpse]

Decided after thinking I could draw Tremolo from memory to actually try it.

[call-me-oracle]

barbara gordon in adventures of superman: jon kent #1

bonus:

[taegularities]

…

[spoopup]

NWOS release moved to 2025..........i fell to my knees...........I . I HAVE TO SURVIVE THE HORRORS UNTIL 2025!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[princessmyriad]

*minecraft damage noise every few seconds, i am dying of cold*