#Neviah

[floofangel]

the otp, now in Baldur's Gate 3 flavor~

Mine and @nixnjix's babies

[pearlwhitecats]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEVIAH <3 💞✨💞✨💞 reblogs appreciated!!

I’ve hosted a QnA for him on my Instagram and Twitter!

[nochoirliketheirsong]

Song #161

[gumballrightfoots]

i know where you live.

oh 🤗

[nixnjix]

The following post is Mature / +18 containing sexual scenes. Will be marked appropriately.

"Neviah." Zane's voice dropped an octave as he managed to breathe out, oozing with warning. "You play with fire today. What has brought this about?" His arms enveloped her, embraced her tightly. Her hands had other plans; fluttering across the edge of his collarbone, the other dipping lower, lightly tracing the plane of his chest.

He crushed her close to his chest, his head lowering to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. He went tense with anticipation as her hands continued their leisure exploration, ever teasing against his skin. In their wake, they left a trail of fire scorching his skin. One now rested against his racing heart, the other exploring further below, skimming against fine hairs. His response was to tightly grip her bottom with a hand, raising her against the hard ridge of his arousal.

To his surprise, she had initiated this bout of passion and he was more than delighted to dance along as he relished the dainty sound of her surprise, her eyes growing heavy lidded as they met his searing gaze.

"Zane," she gasped as he let her up for air.

"You began this dance, Neviah." He had all but growled. His gaze smoldered with embers, lips only a hair breath away as their breath mingled. "We will finish this."

"Oui mon coeur." Her voice was light, smooth as silk as her accent grew thick. She had all but purred as she shifted the hand from his heart to cup his cheek. Her lips curved. "Expect no less." There was a mischievous glint in her golden gaze, her hand drifting lower, seizing her prize.

Stars flooded his vision, his teeth clenched tight. He lowered his head, buried in the crook of her neck, in the wealth of hair. The scent of marigolds and freesia clung to her skin, wafted in the air. He swore lightly under his breath, teeth teasing her skin as he nipped sharply. “Neviah.” He breathed the name as if it was a fervent prayer, his tongue swirling after delivering the small bit of hurt.

He adored her reactions, the shiver coursing through her from the sensual assault of teeth, her hand, once on his cheek, now threaded deeply in his hair. She grasped for a line, while maintaining that hold of hers. Ever so slightly she squeezed and he would see stars once more, his frustration mounting. She wasn’t ready, not for what he had in mind.

He raised his head to claim her lips once more. Slowly, more tender this time. As if he had all the time in the world to savor this moment. “Good,” he murmured against her lips as she wrapped both legs around his waist.

Effortlessly, he supported her, shoving a hand under her blouse, strong fingers sprayed against her spine. “I have much to show you.” He shifted his hold, continuing to support her hand with one hand under her rear, while the other snaked around her body to cup her breast.

She broke the kiss with gasp, a glimmer in her eyes, a look of satisfaction. “So strong,” she whispered breathlessly.

“We are only touching the surface…” He pinched her nipple through the bra. His eyes gleamed as he lifted her high.

~

The pair were tangled, Zane capturing her once in a savage kiss, duel of tongue and lips. They dropped lightly upon the bed, Neviah trapped between him and the sheets. Breaths mingled, flames were stoked to a feverish pitch inside their bodies. Zane was the first to break apart the kiss, a hand trailing to slide two fingers deep inside.

He winced as he felt her velvet sheathe tightly clenched. “Let go…” He said, kissing the taut line of her neck.

"Neviah." Zane's voice dropped an octave as he managed to breathe out, oozing with warning. "You play with fire today. What has brought this about?" His arms enveloped her, embraced her tightly. Her hands had other plans; fluttering across the edge of his collarbone, the other dipping lower, lightly tracing the plane of his chest.

He crushed her close to his chest, his head lowering to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. He went tense with anticipation as her hands continued their leisure exploration, ever teasing against his skin. In their wake, they left a trail of fire scorching his skin. One now rested against his racing heart, the other exploring further below, skimming against fine hairs. His response was to tightly grip her bottom with a hand, raising her against the hard ridge of his arousal.

To his surprise, she had initiated this bout of passion and he was more than delighted to dance along as he relished the dainty sound of her surprise, her eyes growing heavy lidded as they met his searing gaze.

"Zane," she gasped as he let her up for air.

"You began this dance, Neviah." He had all but growled. His gaze smoldered with embers, lips only a hair breath away as their breath mingled. "We will finish this."

"Oui mon coeur." Her voice was light, smooth as silk as her accent grew thick. She had all but purred as she shifted the hand from his heart to cup his cheek. Her lips curved. "Expect no less." There was a mischievous glint in her golden gaze, her hand drifting lower, seizing her prize.

Stars flooded his vision, his teeth clenched tight. He lowered his head, buried in the crook of her neck, in the wealth of hair. The scent of marigolds and freesia clung to her skin, wafted in the air. He swore lightly under his breath, teeth teasing her skin as he nipped sharply. “Neviah.” He breathed the name as if it was a fervent prayer, his tongue swirling after delivering the small bit of hurt.

He adored her reactions, the shiver coursing through her from the sensual assault of teeth, her hand, once on his cheek, now threaded deeply in his hair. She grasped for a line, while maintaining that hold of hers. Ever so slightly she squeezed and he would see stars once more, his frustration mounting. She wasn’t ready, not for what he had in mind.

He raised his head to claim her lips once more. Slowly, more tender this time. As if he had all the time in the world to savor this moment. “Good,” he murmured against her lips as she wrapped both legs around his waist.

Effortlessly, he supported her, shoving a hand under her blouse, strong fingers sprayed against her spine. “I have much to show you.” He shifted his hold, continuing to support her hand with one hand under her rear, while the other snaked around her body to cup her breast.

She broke the kiss with gasp, a glimmer in her eyes, a look of satisfaction. “So strong,” she whispered breathlessly.

“We are only touching the surface…” He pinched her nipple through the bra. His eyes gleamed as he lifted her high.

~

The pair were tangled, Zane capturing her once in a savage kiss, duel of tongue and lips. They dropped lightly upon the bed, Neviah trapped between him and the sheets. Breaths mingled, flames were stoked to a feverish pitch inside their bodies. Zane was the first to break apart the kiss, a hand trailing to slide two fingers deep inside.

He winced as he felt her velvet sheathe tightly clenched. “Let go…” He said, kissing the taut line of her neck.

[themisfitsedge]

Get Judged by the Cage Fighter

New characters have been purchased, new sprites have been made, and you know what that means! Reblog with 1-2 trolls and Neviah will judge them and let you know how well she thinks they would fare in the ring! Judgebacks are appreciated but not required! 

[nihils-trolls]

Neviah Impett, The Dragon Huntress (circa 125 sw. old) (really can't help making pretty people who are so so dead, can I)

[psystirene]

QUESTION: would you kiss a lemur girl?!

out of context OC art for you today <3 (the doodle is the only one that's plot relevant I'm so sorry 💀)

[themisfitsedge]

How about a friend?

A BOUNCERJUDGEMENT

Hey so life is hectic so I thought I'd distract myself with some ethne! X3

Same rules as always, you can reblog as many times as you like, though please one oc at a time. (and please specify if they are over 18 or not)

[yourfaveisdisabled]

oh also if it is no problem.. fresh ADHD + glasses user perchance.. ?

Fresh Sans has ADHD and vision impairment!

ADHD frequently goes undiagnosed, especially in young girls. Help Serena and her daughter Neviah where the NHS failed them both, by supporting them both in their quest for an assessment for ADHD and ASD so Neviah can navigate school and home life without the struggles she currently faces.

(Fresh and art used by Loverofpiggies/CQ)

[pupsmailbox]

gender neutral names similar to noir, lenore, and nova :D

NOIR(E)︰ acheron. ada. aeron. aho. aidyn. akane. alben. alek. ashar. audrey. aurora. ayers. ayumi. balo. black. blanchard. blanche. blu. bonbon. bronze. camus. catheline. charlotte. chloe. ciel. clara. clemont. cleo. cora. corvina. count. crimson. dahlia. dargan. duke. ebony. eldritch. elle. emily. evangeline. feray. fog. fuka. gardenia. haruko. hazel. indigo. iroh. iv. jerico. kage. katreena. kyliee. lakita. lexa. lilith. lola. lucianna. lucis. luna. lycia. lyndell. minty. morgan. muffin. neon. niles. noi. nora. nova. nuala. orfeo. owain. pandora. peridot. rosalia. rouge. rowan. sable. sage. salem. sanaa. scourge. severa. shadow. siouxsie. solstice. syke. tadros. teyha. thyme. tidus. violet. willow. zagan.

LENORE︰ adore. aidenn. alice. althea. amaryllis. ancil. annora. atticus. audrey. aviya. bette. boogie. burr. cat. cene. charlotte. circe. corin. cornelia. cosima. cressida. david. denice. desdemona. eleanor. eleanora. eleanore. eleonora. elleanor. eloise. elspeth. erlin. eros. eudora. felix. gabriel. genevieve. gillian. guinivere. hazel. henry. ianthe. ione. iris. isolde. jezebel. john. lainer. lamar. lamaria. lanier. lemar. lennon. lenora. leona. leonor. leonora. leopold. leslie. liam. lilith. linda. linore. lorelei. lucienne. lumiere. luminara. lunar. lydia. magnus. mahria. mary. maryse. michael. nefret. noell. nora. norice. oliver. penelope. redlynn. robert. saber. santos. seraphim. shade. sybil. violet. william. willow. zila.

NOVA︰ amelia. andromeda. aria. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. ava. avery. calypso. clover. eva. ezra. felix. finn. freya. harper. hazel. indigo. iris. isla. ivy. jade. jonah. juniper. kai. kinsley. layla. leo. liam. luca. luna. lux. maeve. mia. mila. naava. nabh. naeva. naif. napeu. nava. navi. navy. navya. nayef. nev. neva. nevaeh. neve. neveah. neviah. nevio. niabi. nibaw. nieva. nieve. nina. niv. nivo. noa. noah. noapeh. nobu. nobuye. noe. noel. nola. nolan. nora. norah. novah. novalee. novia. novie. nubia. nyimbo. nylah. nyofu. oliver. ophelia. orion. paisley. quinn. rain. raven. remi. river. rowan. sage. scarlett. silas. tova. violet. willow. wren. zola.

[floofangel]

Gijinka of an old Xerneas oc and her Zygarde doggo

[pearlwhitecats]

Happy Val’s day <3

Reblogs and likes appreciated!!!

[azure-sketch]

My first bunch of ArtFight attacks! In order:

Neviah for surrgency! Kennedy for angelfireisdead! Summer for @fortnitebeast52! Clauneck & Amendana for @shadow-the-clone-of-epsylonn! Jeremy for Mace_0600! and Lloyd for jirachim!

[avalonianrising]

Your Emperor Elimination Task Force tab intrigues me. Do they have a lot of work on their hands? And how do the Imperials on the task force feel about it specifically, given how Emperors are born? - frgreenmoon

Oh gosh, another fave faction--thank you so much. (Who am I kidding? All my factions have such a special place in my heart.)

So, here's my thoughts on this: I do believe they have a lot of work on their hands due to what I believe is sheer carelessness. Could it even be intentional? They certainly hope not. Many of them also do believe that accidents happen--two Imperials die in a duel away from prying eyes? It can happen. And gods, do they hope it's only a two-headed Emperor.

What surprises many dragons about the Task Force: many of their members are Imperials.

My beautiful wonderful special-est boy Renshaw is absolutely no stranger to just how strange it seems to others. But if you have a real sit down with him, he'll tell you that there's something to be said about how strongly many of them feel to set their fallen brethren free. Strong moral duty doesn't BEGIN to cover it for some of them. Neviah is very much the same, her stunning voice crying in the wind, prayers or songs as their blades cut deep into an Emperor. Some say you can see them crying while they do it, but maybe it's just the intense wind on the back of their Rocs.

Now, I'm guessing you know that there can be some wicked Emperors out there. The members WILL fall, it's a given--but their brothers and sisters know what they have to do to prevent a merge. They're trained from a very young age in most cases, but even the ones who aren't are fairly well prepared mentally due to the openness of conversation between them! Is it still hard? Yeah, I absolutely believe it is. But they'll have a good meal and a damn good drink and do it all over again the next time. :)

[nixnjix]

Since the event, Neviah hardly strayed from his side for extended periods. Despite her worrisome behavior, he found the idea of being cared for… precious. He sought for the words to describe the ordeal but it was amusing to see her check in on his well-being more frequently than before. 

Unashamed in showering him with affection. Careful and aware of his preference, as she bit down on her lower lip softly as she observed him taking a sip of the coffee she had prepared for him.

“Are you worried I would not like it?” He asked her, amused, as she watched. She had prepared it exactly as he had wanted it, surprising him. He had never quite shared that knowledge with her. Her attentiveness made his lips curl, the bashful way she tried to hide her face from him with the veil of hair made the smile all the more apparent.

“Klaus had helped me a bit,” she admitted, a tinge of pink in her cheeks. “It was a moment of trial and error. Did I get it right?” she asked quietly at the end.

Placing the mug down, he reached, gently brushing the veil of her aside to get a good view of her. Shy, apprehensive. “Where is the bold woman from before? Where is she demanding I take from her?”

Her flush more pronounced, she gently moved his hand aside, “You are listening to me now. I don’t see a need for her to be present.”

“Tell her to come out more often,” he laughed.

“Zane.” Her expression became grave. “Please allow me to be at your side during those moments. Please.” She pleaded. “When I found you, you truly appeared to be on death’s door.”

Zane looked at her, startled. He stared back at the waking fear lurking beneath her gaze. To her, it was almost as if she was witnessing him dying before her. The sight of his sickly visage, his veins stark, gone black as if filled with poison. Her skin had chilled, near frozen to the touch. She almost thought him dead on arrival until she noticed the labored rise and fall of his chest.

He hadn’t heard it before he came back to consciousness but she had sobbed the moment she stepped in the door and saw him. She thought of nothing more, to give what he needed for him to survive. It came naturally to her. 

A fact he was helpless to face. For he had nothing to provide her and it left him with remorse. 

Silently,  he rose from his chair. He extended his hand, trembling, his finger curled beneath her chin. “Your first instinct was to give…” He inhaled, tilting her chin so he could pin her with his searing gaze. “I wish I had your compassion. I would give you the world if you asked for it. But knowing you, I know what you truly desire.”

“You.” He didn’t need her words. Her eyes confirmed as much as for him but the impact hardly lessened.

He dipped his head as she leaned in, their lips touching into a soft kiss.