#dragon priest au

[jackals-ships]

distracting myself via going thru and rb'ing art an fic from fwiends <3 also my main bc luckily i did some there too

[fallenhunnyapple]

I hit a milestone on Twitter so I decided to do a few outfits for different AU Adams : 3c

Feat. Priest!Adam AU, Angel!Lu AU, Sinner!Adam AU and the new Dragon's Wife AU

Gonna sketch up the Outfits for some dtiys's later : 3c

[unpun1shable]

[seto---kaiba]

I started drawing Yu-Gi-Oh comic about Kisara being in modern times and I already made a cover for first chapter, but I'm starting from the next one because I made the first one as an episode on YouTube (anyone who want to watch it I can send link in private messages). It's not going to be blueshipping comic because I don't like this ship and it's nonsense in modern times, I like Kisara X Priest Seto, but Kisara X Kaiba is so forced. People, stop forcing that Kaiba is in love with Kisara, Priest Seto is the one who loves her.

So here is the cover, it looks kinda weird but I wasn't drawing on phone for long time. I know that one girl here looks like Rainbow Dash and the other like Twilight Sparkle but I don't want to make random oc so I made this two that are basically them but changed names and stuff like that and no I'm not copying from mlp because I just said that they are based on them.

[scalecallerpeak]

How Zaan Got Her Name

A really old wip of a comic I started in 2022 I think? Sadly I never finished it because I spent too long trying to render everything.

In short, Zaan meaning 'shout' in Dovahzul was given to her because when Thurvokun tested her in front of Nahkriin and Morokei her first reaction was to shout back at him.

[darqx]

THE LOVERS

| Love | Harmony | Relationships | Choices |

One representing the divine, the other emotional/physical desires, they turn fondly towards each other - choosing to unify dual forces. They have come to understand each other, to rely on each other, and eventually to make something better between them than what they came from. Around them are scattered twelve flowers, symbolising purity, passion, time and space.

[metallic-scaled-scarf]

Lovely Nonvul hasn't been drawn in months, and he deserves to have a chance to shine again!

I feel like I finally have the skill to properly convey his appearance, and I'm so glad to get the chance to do so.

As for his story, he *is* the adaptation of @99corentine ’s Chrysanthe, *buuuut,* I plan on working on his story separately, to really expand upon it and give him what he deserves. He won't be much of an AU anymore, though, and so I'll be going through and adding ‘oc: Nonvul’ tags to all of my previous arts. I hope this decision is understandable

It's crazy how much he's grown from just... well, Chrysanthe in Dragon Priest robes, heh.

Reblogs > Likes

[saya1984]

Today: I fanart in mysterious ways. @coiled-dragon and @warmbrainsalad wrote some incredibly delicious priest AU for Renfield (links below). And then I just had to make a cassock and a little unHoly Bible for my little Robbie here. For the bible I picked a bunch of my favorite lines from the three fics that have a bible line feeling to them. On AO3 the fics are under Thymelord and Coileddragon, so that's what I used to create my verse numbers. Yes, those are paragraph numbers. I counted. What life? The fics (very much rated R smut, but so so good) Blood is the life I'll be the Demon in Every Psalm You Pray From the Pinnacle to the Pit

[cyborrrg]

Just a pastor and his drag queen husband flirting with each other after church and their son being their biggest hater in the car(he's actually their biggest supporter but he wont tell his dads that)

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(sketch commissions open!)

[eschercaine]

Picture found on Pinterest. So I don’t know who’s the artist. 🙇‍♀️

Wait, wait... Hold up. 🤨 Silver hair and purple eyes? Why does Enrico Maxwell from Hellsing remind me of Daemon but in a priest robe? 👀

[edgy-dragon-trash]

I have been thinking a bit more about priest! Leviathan because another larp is coming up. But for now it’s just a silly thing in my sketchbook. My point is: long hair.

[geiszleib]

so I've been inspired by some moots on twt to write a jacegon au where jace is reincarnated to become a modern day priest on the urbanized dragonstone, which is known nowadays for their faith of the seven churches and monasteries after the events of ASOIAF. he's born an orphan, as is lucerys (who is raised in king's landing), and he was raised by a sweet priestess who looks just like the old queen alicent, so ever devout.

aegon, in this au, is a miserable sop who's been cursed to live as long as jacaerys is dead thanks to a failed attempt to bring jace back after the battle of the gullet with blood magic. the deal was that he'd die so that jace could back, but it backfired. he's since cruised around the world, done everything possible to end his existence, but nothing has ever worked. he's sad, tired, and lonely. until he comes to dragonstone and finds who seems to be his dead jacaerys, who is leading the day's beginning prayers for a church. he's wearing his robes, walking around with a small container of volcanic ash, and he comes to aegon. aegon's eyes widen, his heart stops, and jace smiles at him as he presses his thumb to his forehead.

and thus begins another tale of star crossed lovers <3

[unpun1shable]

From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea

The confessional was dim. Small and almost cramped. A little alcove for those to bid their sins, and pray repentance. Pray for the touch of salvation.

Aegon found his between Aemond’s knees.

Word Count: 1.4K

Aegond - Priest AU- Priest Aemond- PWP - Oral (M recieving) - Canoodling in the confessional- Violent imagery - Targcest - Not beta read.

Read on AO3.

Aegon never knew when to stop. When to stop drinking. When to stop fucking. When to stop pushing and prodding and poking.

Aegon thought that he, himself, was not an addict. He just was addicted. One of anything would never be enough. Whether it be a jest, a drink, a woman, or something as simple as a laugh. He was a simple beast. One taste- one good taste and he’d scarf down the same meal over and over again like a hound.

The best taste was Aemond.

His annoyance was intoxicating.

He didn’t know when it exactly started. Perhaps when Aemond grew a head taller than him and he’d feel an ache in his neck anytime their conversations went on too long. Perhaps it was when they were children- when Aem always wore that little scowl. An eternally kicked puppy that Aegon reveled in pushing to the dirt. Perhaps even before then- when he was a toddler waddling into his mother’s birthing chambers and he heard Aemond’s cries for the first time.

Something about Aemond had a vice grip on him. It wouldn’t let go. Insufferable and gnawing.

***

It was no surprise when Aemond became a priest. Aemond was poised- a righteous twat, in Aegon’s humble opinion. That long, silver hair trailing down his black robes. High collars and draped fabric. The man was in his element.

Aegon was never one for church. Even as a child it never really wrapped around his brain. Like a nail and a hammer that always missed. But, it was his first time back in Oldtown in years. With him having gone off to the crownlands after college and losing himself in the hot, summer nights.

The silver-haired man sat in the back pew. One arm draped over the back of the wood. Ankle resting on his opposite thigh. Clad in a pair of dark trousers and a baggy hoodie with a bleach stain on the pocket. Completely uninterested as the senior priest gave his sermon.

He wasn’t here for him, after all.

***

There were things about priesthood that Aemond enjoyed. Communion was not one of them. Sure, he was fine with it most of the time. Most people were normal. Most people took the cracker and the little cup of wine and went back to their seats. But there were always a few people. Those few fucking people that opened their mouths. That expected Aemond to reach into their soggy maws and place the cracker atop their tongue. It was just gross. Demeaning for both of them.

So, as he stood at the front of the dais to hand out communion, he was pleasantly surprised. One row of pews after another filing up and actually being normal people. In fact, he almost got to the end of it without having one person open their god damn mouth.

Then, he saw a flutter of silver. A mess of untamed, grungy waves.

Aegon.

He wanted to throw the entire plate of crackers at him with the strength of a bull. Made only worse when the greaseball actually trotted up to him. Leaning forward with his arms knitted behind his back. Lips parted and twitching, pink tongue on display. That knowing, poking glint in his violet eyes.

Aemond was going to throw him through the stained glass windows. Slammed full force. Watch as Aegon was left littered with shards of blue, red, and green.

However, first, his thumb slipped past Aegon’s lips. The skin just brushing as he pressed the cracker to Aegon’s tongue. But it did not end there. Aegon wrapped his lips around Aemond’s digits before he could pull away. They were warm. They were unholy. Aemond wanted to pry them open and fill them with fire.

Instead, he almost jolted his arm back. It did nothing to deter the impish sinner, however, as Aegon simply grinned and turned. Taking a cup of the communion wine between his thick fingers on the way.

It took all of Aemond’s strength to not lunge at him as soon as he turned his back.

***

Once the service was finished, Aegon went out to the side of the building to smoke. Hidden from sight as he watched, beneath two stained glass windows, as the parking lot slowly emptied. Those who stayed behind for confession slowly filing out. Running off in their Corvettes and BMWs. A bunch of old money, that’s what the reach was. Old, old money.

When the final car pulled away, Aegon flicked his cigarette. Letting the little streak of simmering embers arch and disappear into the grey dusk.

He slipped back in through the front door. The sounds of sneakers against wood echoing in the empty hall. It was bigger on the inside than it looked on the out. A great, echoing building of white and oak. The greens and blues that once reflected off the polish disappearing as the sun went down. An autumn chill running along the walls outside. A scratching itch raking down Aegon’s stomach. His violet eyes meeting Aemond’s single, amethyst one as he left the confessional.

“Have time for one more?”

***

The confessional was dim. Small and almost cramped. A little alcove for those to bid their sins, and pray repentance. Pray for the touch of salvation.

Aegon found his between Aemond’s knees. His body knelt, head pushed down my the priest’s long, slender fingers. The other hand pressed to the oak. Aemond’s head strained back. His chest rising and falling with every breath. Jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. Staving off breathy groans and low moans as his cock sunk into the heat of Aegon’s mouth. Soft, sinful velvet wrapped around every inch.

Aegon’s hands bunched in the black fabric of Aemond’s robes. Knuckles just grazing against his hips. He was like a snake in the birds nest. Slithering and consuming. Taking all he can get and still begging for more. The man’s nose brushing against Aemond’s stomach. His throat constricting around the head. Yet it was not enough. Never enough. Aegon wanted him deeper. He wanted everything. He wanted Aemond to fill him until all of his body was burrowed out and left hollow. He wanted to break Aemond’s bones and suck out the marrow.

A low growl rumbled in Aemond’s chest. His hips picking off the bench to bump against Aegon’s face. Forcing him to take more. Forcing him to choke around his cock. His nails digging into Aegon’s silver locks and scrape against the scalp. A ripe, dripping apple he wanted to demolish. Tear apart until the very fibers were unrecognizable. He wanted to see him cry. He wanted to see him bleed. Aemond wanted to see Aegon sob as his cum ran down his throat.

Aegon’s digits left Aemond’s robes. Slowly spanning out over the dark, rich oak of the bench. His head cocking to the side, tongue running along the vein on the bottom of Aemond’s cock. Relishing in the twitch that he received in turn. In the barely-muffled groan that spilt down Aemond’s chin from his lips. Swirling down Aegon’s mind straight between his legs.

When he came, it was like a holy flood. The back of Aemond’s fist bit between his teeth. His eyes stinging as if he was about to cry. Aegon took it all. His greedy, gluttonous lips wrapped around the base. His throat open and so, so willing. Devouring. The humid and heavy air of the confessional drowning the both of them.

***

Light had bled from the day. The world washed in blue and grey. Once beautiful, masterpieces of glass now dark masses of nothing in the night.

Aemond stood beneath them, a cigarette perched between his lips. He had tried to quit too many times to count. Nothing ever worked. Not the carrot sticks or the straw. No cheap imitation could ever give him his fix. He was a picky man. He had tried- oh, had he tried.

Nothing ever beat the true itch.

Aegon stumbled out of the church, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Aemond had tried to push him away after the first round. Even knocked his head into the wall of the confessional in the attempt.

However, the kicked sound Aegon gave drove him mad. He’d pushed him up, then. Forced the man to stand with his back to the wall as he returned the favor. Watched as Aegon squirmed and whined like a bitch as he sucked him off.

Now, the two stood perched beneath the eyes of the holy dimmed in the twilight. Blind to Aegon raising his own stick to Aemond’s. The burning embers setting his alight. The smoke twisting in the air above in dark coils. No gods there to bare witness. Just two lowly sinners beneath navy blue skies. Two restless, insatiable eaters doused in their own sweat and filth.

[carnelianlove]

for the fic “forgive me father for i have sinned” by breaddalton

[hunterwritesstuff]

Who r some of the people of wonderland (im new and idk if u have posted about them before😔)

These are all the fellas right now! :D

Left to right: Mirror Cookie(He/It), Choco Cream Centaur Cookie(They/Them), Veridian Spearmint Cookie(He/Him, also Aroace), Forest Spirit Cookie(It/its), Vanilla Cupcake Cookie(He/Him), Grape Muffin Cookie(She/Her, transfem :3), Morningstar Cookie(She/her), Lunarmoon Cookie(She/Her), Night Priest Cookie(He/They), Borealis Sherbet Dragon Cookie(He/They), and Sleepytime Dragon Cookie(She/Her)!

[metallic-scaled-scarf]

Heyo, it's been a while, but I've added onto the Dragon Priest!Chrysanthe AU— where @99corentine 's lovely ldb Chrysanthe is a reincarnated Dragon Priest.

It's back, but, with a twist! This is actually the product of an AU of the AU ( thanks to @tomatotimes ), where Nonvul manages to survive his ( quite gruesome ) injuries because Miraak escapes Apocrypha and saves him ( and Krotumir, too. )

The lyrics are from the song “Landfill” by Daughter, and it honestly fits their situation so, so well.

Tomato theorized that there would be VERY HIGH tensions between these two Dovahkiin after Nonvul wakes up, since there's their inherent soulmated-ness mixed with the pure hatred Nonvul definitely feels towards Miraak because he betrayed the Dragon Cult.

We spoke at length about it— and it somehow manages to be more angsty than the original AU. Tomato has done a few sketches about this idea, and I have this artwork here, but it sounds like something fun to explore. One would then wonder,.. what happens to Chrysanthe, if Nonvul survives?

I hope you like it as much as I do!