#cordellia

[sol-lar-bink]

More Kirby OC doodles (: I've shared some before but wanted to post the whole page!

Also featuring a few friends OCs- Cordelia the Noddy @theyoshimister Rosie the Spider (The red one) @quikyu

Close ups under ze cut vvv

[legendsnjk]

January's Fire Emblem Awakening boyfriend shirts.

[sward-detcader]

Currently working on a photo set for @cordeliawhohung ‘s Touch Me Till I Vomit, aka the Pet!AU. More explanation about the piece is below the cut!

HEED THE TAGS AND IMAGE ID, MDNI

[ID] Soap stands behind Bonnie, his hand tightly holding her face/neck. Bonnie is very obviously in distress, crying, with bruises marking her shoulders and chest. Though not on screen, Soap’s gun shot wound is implicated with blood running down his face and dripping onto Bonnie’s shoulders.

[TAGS] If you don’t like Pet!AU you are not going to like this art. Keep scrolling, themes of abuse, blood, bruises, bite marks, collars, crying, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

I’ve been a horror fan for a while now, and especially psychological horror. Core’s AU has really tickled a brain worm for me, this fic has literally kept me awake at night after I first read it. I cannot express how infatuated I am with the horror element, if this was a movie I would be in the theater opening night. It gives me the same thrill movies like The Black Phone and Silence of the Lambs has. I just… god. Yeah. You don’t get a lot of fic writers who are willing to completely delve into the horror side and who are steadfast in their goal and who don’t bend when people are trying to push and pull them to make it more romantic. I love this, and I adore Core.

There are some things that I really tried to incorporate into the piece. I know typically if a mouth is overly detailed or teeth are shown individually it can induce a feeling of discomfort. I also wanted to really highlight the idea of Soap being a dog in this fic, hence the exaggerated canines and the bite mark. I know the color of the collars aren’t accurate to the fic, but in order to make them stand out with the deep red color pallet I opted to make the black more blue leaning than red/brown as one might see in a typical leather collar. I knew, especially after the most recent chapter, that I had to include Soap’s GSW somehow as that’s a key element as to how he also became a victim. I’ll probably do a more expansive breakdown of the art and its meaning later, but rn I need to get to work lol. Please share thoughts on this piece if you’re willing, negative and positive! I’m always looking to improve!

[skulls-and-wishbones]

I don’t particularly ship them but Diana and Anne are the most queer coded women in existence and it’s killing me

[silvershadow1711]

Also extends to transformations, magical or otherwise.

I do not give a rat's fart what the source material says; once I get my hands on that shit, every "rule of cool" power becomes a curse from a spiteful god. Super strength? Enjoy your broken bones. Telekenesis? Have fun with those brain hemmorhages. Full body transformation? Y'all remember how in Animorphs, every description of bones breaking and organs shifting was accompanied by a blurb where one of the kids noted that, even though it didn't hurt, it felt like it should but the Andelite tech stopped it from being agonizing? Yeah, fuck that tech- you're feeling all of it now.

It is a part of you. You cannot remove it. Sometimes it's not that bad. After a while, you get used to it and it just becomes another part of you. But it never stops destroying you.

[spikes-left-eyebrow]

Just finished season one of my rewatch so enjoy some little scoobies sketches!

[thornguts]

another day of beleth oc posting !! heres my tiny half elf forsaken nun, shes a shadow priestess and has a magic lock keeping her head in place el oh el

[snowflake-bah]

hullo! we'd love it if you could do a lvl 3 fictive of any source you like who's job in the system is to help us learn to drive and study for getting a driver's licence! so someone good under pressure and very focused as well. maybe if it's not too much trouble a lot of TransIDs as well — we may send this type of request to multiple blogs so we can see multiple results jsyk!!

𝜗𝜚 PACK # 009 – kyoko kirigiri fictive

zure !! we thought about who the fictive would be of for a while , but when i zaw danganronpa in your zourcelizt and read the wordz " zomeone good under prezzure and focuzed " i immediately thought of kyoko , zo ... here you go !!!

alzo we ' re zo zorry for the time it took uz to make thiz requezt ( and all the otherz ofc ) 😭😭 i hope i finizhed the alter pack in time / gen

name ( s ) : kyoko , amethyst , violette , adelia , nancy , calypso , lilith , cordellia , sage , bianca , fuyuko , mistie , kiri , raine , ophelia , raven , artemis

pronouns : they / them , she / her , it / its , hy / hym , ae / aem , ze / zyr , xy / xyr , ve / vyr , ix / ixs , mys / tery , violet / violets , void / voids , mist / mists , fog / fogs , lily / lilys , snow / snows , 🤍 / 🤍s , 💜 / 💜s , ☁️ / ☁️s , 🎼 / 🎼s

age : 21 - 27 ( chrono age – 23 )

gender ( s ) : intersex , agender , mysterygender , detectivegender / detectivic , voidgender , mistgender , radqueergender

orientation ( s ) : biromantic , aroace

cisIDs : AFAB , OCD , japanese

transIDs : species , age , intersex , amnesia , autism , ADHD , maladaptive daydreaming , anxiety , anorexia , mobility aid user , necrophile , somnophile , ( demo ) MAP , radqueer , xenosatanist

trisIDs : harmed , kodocon

permaIDs : eyebags , studying

paraphilias : necrophilia ( dead bodies ) , somnophilia ( sleeping individuals ) , ped0philia ( minors ) , kodocon ( fictional underage characters )

role ( s ) : academic , worker , assidumate , task - doer , apathy holder , protector

source ( s ) : kyoko kirigiri - danganronpa

personality : calm , quiet , calculated , intelligent , focused , rarely shows vyrs emotions

likes : quiet places , crystals , clouds , studying ,

dislikes : sudden noises , being stuck in traffic

hobbies / interests : journaling , reading

kintypes : black cat

aesthetic : pastel detectivecore , elegant

music taste : calm , lofi

typing quirk : proper grammar

positive triggers : having to drive / study

species : human

appearance :

signoff ( s ) : 🤍 , 💜 , ☁️ , 🎼 , 📄 , 🔎 , 🖋 , 📎 , ⛓️

[limitlesswritingvoid]

Here I am, joining @agirlandherquill ‘s Writemas 21 days late, while posting it at 9pm because I cannot ever do anything on time

Anyway! Writemas day 21- the prompt I chose:

She watched the clouds swirl and dance high up in the sky, as free as the birds playing in their midst, as free as she would never be.

*song I dedicate to this piece*

Slight backstory for my entry- this scene takes place between a time skip in book one of The Crimsons, I’ve had this scene in my mind for a while but I have never actually gotten it out on a page until I read this beautiful prompt. (Entry below the cut)

Everything on the island of The Crimsons was uncanny. Dianna wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was exactly, but something about the way the salt in the air smelled, how the sky was never dull, the way nothing was ever quiet- it simply felt wrong. Dianna had hated noise before it was a constant presence in her life. Now Dianna was reduced to nothing but a moth in the sunlight, believing she was receiving all she wanted before burning alive.

The island felt like it had once been beautiful, like the trees were once dark, like the moon had once truly shone on the blue lagoon hidden in the forest, like one could once sit and enjoy the almost-silence of an autumn breeze. Something had to have changed on the island, not something evil, but something good wrong.

The large gray rock she had found in the forest’s clearing a week ago was cold and rough; it felt like home. She looked up to the sky, staring at everything and nothing, breathing too hard and not at all, she had always been fueled by conflict, she only ever made good decisions under stress-she only made any decisions under stress. She watched the clouds swirl and dance high up in the sky, as free as the birds playing in their midst, as free as she would never be.

It was rare, Dianna had heard, that a Crimson was awarded a break; she had been given two days off in a row, perhaps it was because she was talented. Or maybe it was because she had been coddled her entire life and couldn’t handle real work. They couldn’t think that about her, could they? The thought of being seen as “the ex-princess wishing to be pampered” made Dianna sick, and then it made her angry. But her muscles did ache, and her lungs burned whenever Cordellia tried to give her endurance training. Maybe Dianna was a failure, maybe she was a spoiled princess who hadn’t dealt with anything real. But at that moment, she decided that none of it mattered.

Because Dianna Sullivan could be a spoiled princess, because Dianna Sullivan didn’t exist anymore. Adaeze Zanarhria could be as strong as her people, as strong as her father, as strong as the soldiers who had saved her when she was alone on Lystean soil.

[komoriyui-chan]

Oh your Yui right? Uh - hi!

I - uh - I'm new here, at your school. The administration said I should ask someone to show me around and they gave me a list of good students to ask and you were at the top. So uh.....you wouldn't mind showing me around would you?

I'm Cordellia by the way! My friends call me Ellia so you can call me that if you want. I hope we can be friends - you give off a kind vibe.

(Cordelia..... She even looks like her doesn't she? B-but there's no way, it's not possible...)

O-oh, sorry I was zoning out for a minute. Sure I'd be happy to show you around.

[mysticstarlightduck]

For the character dynamic asks, between Supporting Characters: What are their backgrounds and connections with each other? How do they contribute to the main plot? And, how do their relationships change over the course of the story?

(I like side characters ^_^)

Thank you so much for the tag, @diabolical-blue! I'll go with some of the most relevant side characters from Song of Thorns for this one!

Some small spoilers below the cut!

What are their backgrounds and connections with each other? How do they contribute to the main plot? And, how do their relationships change over the course of the story?

SONG OF THORNS

There are quite a few secondary characters in this WIP, and they range from secondary protagonists sort of characters to actually just side characters! Let's start with a few of them:

Tarrant - Tarrant is a close friend of Cyriel - one of the mercenary twins who becomes Roselyn's friend - and is overall rather important to her backstory. Tarrant is the twins' half (illegitimate) cousin and is the only family they've ever really known. He taught them how to survive on their own, abilities that allowed them to thrive and eventually be taken under the wing of a local bounty hunter. Tarrant, unfortunately, had his soul sold against his will by his parents to a cruel local mobster/warlord, Gideon Alameth, in a contract in exchange for a lot of money, and currently is looking for a way to free himself from said binding contract - he wants to be able to choose his own fate and no longer be the plaything of people much more powerful than him. He contributes to the Main Plot in two ways: 1. He has his own subplot where he is trying to free himself from his contract, and 2. He serves as a voice of reason for the reckless twins and is very knowledgeable about their lawless hometown's inner workings, making him a very valuable ally for the MCs.

Elveryn - Elveryn is a human monster hunter, the deadliest of the land. As of the start of the story, he is an antagonist, tasked by the King with hunting down and killing Renn, who is a dhampir, and bringing Renn's human associates/friends (Alaric, Roselyn, Orianna, etc) back to the capital for judgment. He is an infamously ruthless and resilient young man, whose hatred of monsters is only surpassed by his thirst for revenge and his grief for his little brother, whom he believes was murdered by vampires (and blames himself for not saving him in time, though he won't admit it). He is intelligent, fierce, and relentless, wielding a crossbow of his own creation armed with explosive silver bolts. He proves to be, over time, a truly terrifying opponent to the main cast, but there may still be redemption for him down the line. He is one of the most important side characters of this story and is a part of one of the most emotional plot twists in the book.

Aelia the Bloody - The first "successful" victim of the Sanguinex, Aelia was an innocent girl whose soul was bound to that of the eldest princess of the royal family 100 years ago (Princess Cordellia was dying from the plague that had swept through the land - which is very very important to the current plot - so the Royal family funded the studies of blood magic by human mages, dubbed Sanguinex, in search for a cure for the blood curse plague. The magic serum created was said to grant people vampiric abilities and more - and Aelia was one of the test subjects used by Prince Larkin - who is currently the ruling king of the city and the princess' younger brother - to achieve the cure, and the only successful one, the only one who survived. Aelia transformed into what is currently called a Faux Vampire or a ghoul and her now immortal soul was bound to the dying princess', granting her an extended life. Aelia was locked away in the bowels of the castle, and the princess never found out the truth about how she was cursed. 100 years later, now, Aelia has grown into a young adult - vampires like her age very, very slowly - and has been driven slightly unhinged by her transformation and imprisonment, though she yearns for freedom and revenge and wants to be reunited with her family (who are all long since dead, unfortunately). Aelia is the first person to ever be artificially turned into a living, or unliving, vampire, and is tied to the origin of the Sanguinex Arts currently wielded by the Royal regime. She befriends the main cast after they discover her existence, the first friends she made in a whole century, and proves a valuable, if unstable and murderous, ally.

Lady Elenah - She is Prince Alaric's stepmother and essentially the person who truly raised him, being a true mother to him. She is a very much motherly woman, and also has a fiery, loving temper that imposes respect in those around her. She cares for Alaric own as her own. She is instrumental to the MCs discovering some of the intrigues from the royal court and being a very much no-nonsense, determined woman, she is also important in other aspects of the story and is a very active character in the plot! She is also willing to manipulate others and lie through her teeth to get what she wants and keep her son safe, but would never hurt a fly if she had the choice.

Jasen Lethia - He is more of a secondary protagonist or at least very important character. Jasen is the older brother of Roselyn Lethia and him being kidnapping is the inciting incident that sets the story in motion. Since he spends most of the earlier acts of the book, until mid-act 2/3 actually missing from the story due to him being held captive by the nobles, before he is found and becomes an active part of the plot, he can be considered a side character during those acts in the book. I can't go into too much detail about him without essentially spoiling a lot of important plot points, but know that he is important to the story and is also a great older brother to Roselyn and Portia!

[smallghostworld]

I have this super cute super cool joint story with my lady (who isn’t on tumblr :( )called saint salem here is one of the main characters with her siblings !!

From left to right

Red kingslay

Cornelius Kingslay

Cordellia kingslay

There all monster hunters bar Cornelius who works in a video store

[annathemcuandstlover]

My Headmates:

🏹 - Me (Anna/Aurora)

🏳️‍🌈 - William 'Will' Byers-Barton

🍫 - Cassandra 'Cass' Byers-Rogers-Barton

🧇- Eleven 'El' Hopper-Byers-Barton

🪓 - Joyce Byers

☀️ - Apollo

📸 - Jonathan Byers

🪩 - Lily Byers

🎀 - Olivia Byers

👮‍♂️ - Jim Hopper

💘 - Tessa Barton

🎯 - Tatum 'Tate' Barton

🐻 - Frank Zhang-Barton

🔮 - Erica Maximoff-Barton

👟 - Peter Maximoff-Barton

👿- Jude Verus-Barton

👹 - Edward 'Eddie' Munson-Barton

💚- Sophia Beck-Barton

♐️- Linden Beck-Barton

🐦 - Lila Barton

💙 - Abigail 'Abby' Barnes-Rogers

🧸- Zoey Barnes-Rogers

🍷- Karla Barnes-Rogers

🗡- Erica Barnes-Rogers

💦 - Mabel Flores-Barnes-Rogers

💋- Lillian 'Lily' Barnes-Rogers

🇺🇲 - Charlotte 'Charlie' Rogers

🌑 -Edward 'Ed' Carter-Rogers

🌚 - Mara Carter-Rogers

📼 - Mindy Meeks-Martin

🐜 - Scott Lang

🐝 - Hope Van Dyne

❤️- Isabella 'Izzy' Lang

💜- Cassie Lang

🦋- Katniss Lang-Van Dyne

🔥 - Leo Valdez-Lang

🩷- Piper McLean-Lang

☠️ - Nico Di Angelo-Lang

🐦‍🔥 - Jean Grey-Lang

🦢 - Addison 'Addie' Grey-Lang

🚲- Dustin Henderson-Lang

💎- Hazel Levesque-Lang

🐞- Cordellia Flores-Lang

🎉- Sprite Lang

🍦- Erica Sinclair-Lang

🤱-Janet Van Dyne

🧪- Henry 'Hank' Pym

🐦‍⬛- Cecily Wilson

🔫- Nancy Wheeler

🛡️- Michael 'Mike' Wheeler-Rogers

🍨- Steve Harrington

🔱- Perseus Jackson-Sweeney

🤡 - Benjamin 'Ben' Glenroy

🗒- Rowan Glenroy

🕵‍♀️- Mabel Mora

🎬- Oliver Putman

🇮🇪- Glen Stubbins

🚀 - Katarina 'Kat' Quill

💫 - Noah Quill

🧲 - Artemis Xavier-Lehnsherr

📎- Juliet Xavier-Lehnsherr

📘- Taylor Xavier

🧠 - Charles Xavier

📕- Evelyn Xavier

⛓️- Lexianna Lehnsherr

📚- Charlotte Xavier-Lehnsherr

🏃- William Maximoff-Lehnsherr

🧿 - Scott Summers

🕶 - Avery Summers

⛸️- Betty Drake

⚡️- Ororo Munroe

🕷- Phoebe Parker

🖌 - Rachel Elizabeth Dare

🌩- Thalia Grace

☄️ - Kingo

🏖- Vera

❤️‍🔥- Augustine

🌞- Vivian

🌌 - Adriana

🌬- Ophelia

🖤- Druig

⚔️- Lucius Verus

🪞 - Bianca Verus

🪭 - Cecilia Flores

🤴- Nikolai Lantsov

👨‍🏫 - Gary Grooberson

👻- Trevor Spengler

🌊- Poseidon

💄- Aphrodite

🩶- Bellona

🧨- Josephine 'Josie' Allerdyce

👑 - Emerpor Geta

🐒 - Emperor Caracalla

Banner: by @moodboards-and-magic

[meeraxnadar]

Starter for: Stelly Carter @stellylee

Where: Cordellia's batchelorette party (12th October)

Meera's feet were aching from dancing so much and she made her way to the side where she slipped her shoes off and wiggled her toes a little. Spotting the person with the camera pointed across the room she tiptoed over and watched for a moment before asking, "Are you getting lots of good shots?"

[fishermcn]

tinker + shinguards. -- rotten-pest (Cotesia asks, bearing a cheery little smile for all the menace she portrays otherwise)

@rotten-pest // no gold or silver will suffice for this gift; only the deaths you deliver cruel and swift // accepting.

When you dedicate yourself to being a "depraved" perfumer, you acknowledge that the pursuit of alchemical secrets and unnatural boons will cost you dearly. Whether that price is something as heartfelt as losing all you once held close to chest in the pursuit of power or simply a weight upon your soul tallied with the bodies you're forced to pile onto the pyre one after the other, there is always something to be taken for all that can be gained. A scale rebalanced, a pushing back of the world in due reply to you throwing your weight around.

Thankfully in Soot's case, the only toll exacted upon him has been the general sanity of his clientele, and compared to the previous round of customers Corellia (Contessa, Cotellie, somethin' like that--) here seemed to have her wits about her. Barring her taste in color arrangement that is, considering the horrible menagerie of colors sprouting from her breastplate. Radagon's balls, but blinking didn't do him a damn bit of good neither. Reminds him a bit of old Jerren, honestly...

Right, priorities. Focus. Tearing his gaze away from her breastplate and the hideous gambeson beneath it, Soot blinks and glances between the offering of her (admittedly worn, godsdamn--) shin guards and the smile lightening her claw-kissed face. Mhm, damn pests had gotten a nasty swing in by the look of her. Maybe she'd be interested in a new helmet too? "Ain't an armorer by trade, but..." He takes them in soot-stained hands with a care that belies his uncharitable thoughts, a thumb smoothing over the pitted steel whilst cradled in his spindly arms. It isn't hard to tell that these are older than she's had them for how worn-in they are, nor that they've faced the worst the road has to offer long before they were even in decent shape. "Got some dents here," and a dirty nail taps at a particularly deep one with a soft ting-ting. "Cloth's threadbare, coulda been secured too loosely...?"

On the very tip of his tongue, Soot nearly offers her a pair he's had tucked away for some time now. Pair of Redmane issue steel plate, tightly forged and never worn, polished to a sheen... yet it stays locked tight behind his crooked teeth. Another glance spared Cornelia's way, another once over of her from grinning face to garish maille to well-traveled boots, and something in his gut tightens at the thought of just attempting to talk her into tossing out these things.

"Gimme a day, two at most." Setting the guards onto a table already crowded with bits and baubles of an origin unknown and unrecalled, Soot pauses and pats himself down before retrieving an aromatic bottle. He tosses it to Coryn without so much as a "look alive" and gestures towards the ramshackle shack's door, already turning over the leggings between his hands. "Try that. Bloodboil with somethin' extra. Make ya hit like a batterin' ram, it should."

What's a day in the Weeping Peninsula come out to, when the sun never shows its face for all the bloody storm clouds? If Soot keeps track of anything it's how often Cordellia comes and goes, comes and goes, maybe not unwisely checking in on his progress and seeing for herself that he isn't in the business of filching banged up armor. As such she sees the restoration more closely than many of his other clients. Cloth is unceremoniously shorn from inside each legging only to be carefully, painstakingly refitted with a squinted eye and shockingly steady threading needle. Dents left from deflected blows are knocked back into proper shape with precise strikes of the hammer. Dirt accumulated from gods knew how many years of marching across the Lands Between is washed and scraped away with only a few mumbled oaths here and there for the elbow grease and effort put towards it.

It's the tail end of that second day when Soot finally presents the guards back to... fuck, what was it again? Corvina? Close enough. Witness though she'd been to most of the refurbishment, Soot figures he's at least managed to slip a few things past her attention. Where once the steel had reflected their time on the endless journey, now they gleamed with the attention a paid man with scrounged up polish can afford. Those pitted places across their now pristine surface have been properly straightened out, seamless and proven so by the level finger that traces down the surface of both leggings. Perhaps most notably though is the fabric used to soften their interior, replaced from that tattered and ruined material of before with a deep crimson cloth and tight stitching.

"Came out all right, it did. Been a bit since m'last stitches." Soot pauses, gnawing his bottom lips, before seeming to recall something. "Mhm, by the by, added somethin'." Nonchalantly, he plucks free a short but sharp blade from a small divot within the cloth of the shin guard. It's handle is wrapped in the very green binding that had once held together her left legging, it too now clean from the dust of the road. "Gotta sheath in both guards. Can't feel'm when ya walk. Nice in a pinch." With a wheeze, Soot tucks the dirk away and smothers the rest of his coughs into a raggedy sleeve. "Remember me when they do ya a good turn."

[coloredincrayon]

Some ✨writing✨

Cordellia waltzes through the halls of the old abandoned manor, a sickly pale color on her porcelain-like skin. The moonlight casts eerie shadows and magical hues across the walls as she dances. the wind blows bitter cold through the cracks in the windows, leaves falling from the vines that have grown in through the ceiling. She waltzes, dancing around, completely unaware of how long it's been since she started. the blood of her lover stains her dress, long since dried brown. his corpse, now draped in the king's chair, a skeleton filled by bugs and worms rather than warmth and life. "Ooh! My love, I think I'm getting better!" She squeals happily, skipping over to the skeleton of her lover, "Oh, and I can't wait to meet you in this life. I wonder what you will be like this time..."

Days turn to weeks, turn to months, and Cordellia continues to practice her waltz. That is, until a young woman intrudes upon her sanctuary. The woman hides away, not wanting to interrupt. Or maybe just afraid of the macabre sight before her. She holds her breath, hiding behind a wall, and when Cordellia turns, from her spin, she stops. Planting her feet on the ground before she gracefully dances over to the woman, "Hello, my love." She says, her words and expression filled with joy and affection. She gently takes the woman's chin in her hand, tilting up her face to see her eyes. "Oh! You're even more beautiful than I remember. Everytime I see you, it feels like I'm falling in love all over again!" She squeals gleefully. The woman looks at her with confusion and a hint of fear, "I'm sorry? But...Have we met? I'm afraid I don't know who you are." "Oh, but you will! In time it will all come back, then we can be together until the end of your life. And in the next, I will find you again, just like you have found me this time!"

Cordellia has welcomed the woman everytime she has arrived, providing her all the comforts of her home. Meals made from the freshest of meats and plants from her garden, her lover's room to sleep in, and even a seat at the head of the table. Cordellia feels happy in this life, finally she has found her love. The woman, who calls herself Georgie, Taking the name of Coredllia's lover Harriott, has never refused her hospitality. She doesn't know why, she doesn't know how, but this eccentric woman that Georgie has only just met does not scare her, does not make her nervous. Instead, she makes her heart flutter, a blush dust her cheeks when she excitedly tries to remind her of herself. And overtime, Georgie begins to remember.

Days of returning back to that old manor turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years. Cordellia, as always, never ages or becomes sick. But Georgie, poor Georgie is cursed, or maybe blessed in this context, to grow old an sickly. After years together, Georgie, or as she's taken the name, Harriott, asks Cordellia for one last dance, by which the end, she is sitting on the king's chair, watching her lover practice her waltz.

The End :D