#aviel

[dockder]

Stern and avoidant dog.

[alistisius]

[ Just dealing with some unwanted guests! ]

My new OC. He hasn’t got a name yet but does have a story…. I really need to start being diligent in naming my characters… 🤕

Hmmmmmmmmmmm…….. perhaps I shall name him Aviel? Yea, let’s go with that,,,, at least for now

Anyway, his weapon is a baseball bat

[camp-lad-david]

it's been a while. did you miss aviel content? 😏

[fedyavoidart]

i just remembered this oc from when i mostly did creepypasta stuff.

weirdly kinda miss it. thought i outgrew it but i guess you can take the guy out of the horror but you cant take the horror out of the guy

lmao.

eyes are creepy.

[jasimkhalil]

CLOSED STARTER for @aviel-gillinski. WHERE | WHEN: Brewed Awakening, noon.

"I found a book you may enjoy," as he unceremoniously drops it on the table between them. It's some book about cryptids and the paranormal, of course, a niche one he happened to find in his collection that he's always attempting to downsize. Make room for new (to him) material to nest in his bookshelves.

"Straight from my private arsenal, even."

Which only means that the quality is a bit above the rest of this genre readily available, though whether or not it contains the truth is something Mikala pleads the fifth on, if only for the dramatized mystery of it all.

[animela]

Memeing with my Concubus, Desiga

[tristanzaire]

@theangellies

Aviel was before his time, and Tristan's rise to leadership came after well after he'd left. There's facial recognition, certain memories attached, but that's about it — with the older man having built a life away from the Brotherhood, one has to wonder how much he knows of its pyramid today.

When he grabs himself a beer, then, Tristan makes it two. "Psst. Have a drink with a former brother?"

[nadiaholme]

"Corduroy definitely seems like your vibe." Her smile is uneasy for a split second, remembering someone back home who wore it almost exclusively - then shifts into something more genuine and relaxed as the conversation moves forward just a tad.

"It's a little too humid, yeah." That's with a laugh, but her attention turns towards it for a moment. "I was, uhm, just seeing what's out here, really. I know it won't be too long before it starts getting cold again and I'm really hurting for a good jacket. Can't really.. decide what looks good on me, though." Leather jacket, wool cardigan.. hoodie? Goodness.

Her eyebrows raise though, and she does find herself laughing at bit. "Oh my aunt used to have one like that! It was like a green-ish color, brown lid - vegetables and florals all along the bottom. I loved that thing, and it still worked so well. This one kinda reminds me of it." She turns it over and grins up at him, "She always used to say they don't make things like they used to."

He does a bit of a spin with the blazer held against himself - he could easily try putting it on, but he doesn't feel like it. "Think so? I dunno, I do like a dark brown... even more partial to a corduroy. What are you looking for, over here? Saw quite a few sweaters but it just seems a bit too hot for anything like that, eh?"

Aviel finally drapes the blazer over one arm and walks along beside her. "The crockpot is cute, love that color. Used to have one with a floral design, all along the bottom. Back in the 80's, I should think."

[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

The mood lads

[joltrify]

Gift for @loojii ! //

I wanted to draw Aleph, their pretty Autumn fairy.... all of them are so silly, I especially love his older brother ;o;

Bonus: my take on faes (because who would I be if I didn't creaturefy non-human creatures)

Mero was my muse for this one! 🌸

[dockder]

Aviel stress sketches.

[felixsecada]

"An attempt at bein' one, at least." Felix muses, smile light and only slightly forced. He doesn't like to brag about what he does. It's an obligation, after all. If not him, then who else would shoulder the burden? But that doesn't mean he doesn't like to receive a bit of praise for it. It's just not the reason.

"Art history? Not so bad." With a shrug, though he does understand that it is.. boring to him. "I guess ya could say borin' is just a subjective thing. Ain't no one gonna find enjoyment in everythin'."

The question though, makes him pauses. He has his dream job, leading a bunch of fuck offs into trying to make the change he wants to see for the city. For a cover, though..? Clicking his tongue, "Mechanic. Yeah."

...

"A local do-gooder, eh?" He says it in a positive way, somehow. Aviel rarely passes judgment - and anyone who helps the community is a friend of his. Even if it so happens to be the leader of the Cartel.

He's retired, after all. Some old Brotherhood friends, but he doesn't talk business any more. Or offer any information. Feels a bit better that way, though there's sometimes an urge to spill some beans. Share the hot goss. "Boring, but important. And what's boring, exactly? I bet many would think learning about art history is boring, and yet there I was, eating it up like... uh... Garfield with lasagna."

Avi grins. "Well. If you could do any job, what would you do?"

[doberart]

Speaking of Aviel, I realized I never posted the updated references for him. He’s one of my OCs I revamped for Art Fight. He’s a punk-rock robot mechanic from a futuristic earth who ends up bonding to an ancient relic and getting new abilities.

[arianwen44]

Normally sassy Aviel is not having a good night… 🫢

[jasimkhalil]

I want you.

A shiver creeps up Jasim's spine despite the flames stoked within him. Keen senses tune him into every breath, the beating of Aviel's heart. How blood rushes through veins that he wants to sink his teeth into. It makes him fucking ache—physically, emotionally.

He's halted, only for a handful of seconds, before he's arching and pressing into the hand that grips his ass. An unspoken pleading for more, more, more until it's too fucking much.

"Yeah, baby?" He purrs against Aviel's mouth, nipping playfully at his lower lip, decidedly gentle. "Then show me. Take what you want," while his fingers splay across the man's newly exposed chest, nails threatening to dig in and leave marks as he straightens up. Gazes down at Aviel.

The movements of his hips are slow, merely trying to give them both any type of friction he can, as he continues on, "Been thinking about it since I fucking bumped into you." A breathy chuckle. "How handsome you are, what your cock would feel like inside of me."

He's entirely shameless. More than that, he's taking a chance on Aviel, surrendering some control to him when he so rarely does this with mortals.

"Those strong hands around my neck..."

It is difficult to predict how things will go with a stranger in the night. It's also been a very long time since Aviel's done anything like this. He's flirted with a great many bar-goers. Made false promises and jokes and winked. Slid a hand down a back, dangerously close to going south...

Jasim is a tropical storm.

Warmth when Avi looks at him - that gorgeous honey skin and those eyes, the soft flesh of his pecs and stomach becoming visible.

The tempest of kissing, hurried breath, the way he climbs up onto him so quickly. Hips against the human's as Jasim sucks bruises onto his nape.

Strong. Blowing him over with hands pushing him down, that body above him. Delicious.

Is this what you want, baby?

"I want you." It falls from his lips in a hurried breath, to this stranger he hardly knows. It's true, though, and it's tugged out of his throat ni a whirlwind. His broad palms grip onto the thighs that straddle him. They fit perfectly there, so much so that Avi's gaze has to pause on the way those hips settle against his own.

Finally he helps with his shirt- a few buttons undone, fabric dropping off a broad chest dusted with hair, thrown to one side before he leans up to meet Jasim's mouth in a needier kiss while his hips rock into him and a hand slips down and under his trousers to get a nice handful of that ass. Drag him closer. Lock onto his presence.

[worldofbeauties]

Tair Aviel