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[enderz-helluva]

A Pet name for his car, "Speed Demon"

It became a mascot car for "Ridin' Hell" (Car Ride company of hell) cause of it being known for its speed and drifting ability.

it's also powered with a Dodge demon's engine in it.

It's also used for I.M.P missions if required

[skuntank]

Probable Roxie music

[lawomanphoto]

October 3, 2009 Peter DiStefano and Mike Watt when Hellride played at the Kristin Jai Klosterman art studio for the skate park opening party, Venice, CA

October 3, 2009 Peter DiStefano and Mike Watt when Hellride played at the Kristin Jai Klosterman art studio for the skate park opening party, Venice, CA #peterdistefano #mikewatt #hellride #venice #losangeles #lawomanphoto #onthisday

Photo by Christy Borgman

[blackcatshome]

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday Dennis 🎂💔

Dennis Lee Hopper

May 17,1936 - May 29,2010 🙏🏻

We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

17 Maggio 1936 - 29 Maggio 2010 🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️

[stumblymumbler]

HELLRIDE! @ The Mint, Los Angeles, CA - 04-24-2024

Live Music Is Life Music, Go And See Some Shows!

[dmmchn]

Cecil Steelhammer, on duty.

Cecil, being a Hellrider, used to patrol streets of Elturel on horseback together with a deputy partner. I imagine he was something like a second lieutenant, higher than a private, but not that higher.

Cecil became a Hellrider at the age of 18, and he was 29 in 1492 DR, when Elturel fell.

P.S. Cecil became a fan-favourite here! Many thanks to everyone reblogging! Why do you all like him so much though? :’D

[wassidy-wanders-around]

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The muse is still musing (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I've started to play around with Zevlor in a digital format. It's been a hot minute since I've done anything but sketch and I was trying out some soft lighting on the darker image. Still I didn't do anything too dynamic.

I've got like 6 other drafts going and I keep bouncing around between them. It's hard to pick one to stick to I'm surprised I finished 2. Also I didn't know Zevlor narrating the Haunted Mansion ride audio was something I needed in my life until I got it. Thank you Mr.McCready (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ 🎃👻🪦

[chiefpurpleimp]

DONE ... mostly. Just the border to do.

This piece has consumed whatever little free time I have. I'm sorry for the spam 🤣. I'm just so very slow at drawing 😅.

I have other pieces planned but they will have to wait until I've finished some work and other things.

Hellriders in Avernus against Zariels armies.

[a2zillustration]

Makin our way

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[kelsh]

I have no excuses for this,,,, I was initially drawing them with their hair down then it became a tits out kind of moment,,,,

Bonus: my Durge’s own bird’s nest under her hood

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Zevlor my beloved

[reverieblondie]

Could I request headcanons for Raphael, and Zevlor with shy gn s/o?

Of course! We can't forget those two! Hope you like it, it did these ones pretty quickly. Last bullet point is NSFW.

BG3 Men with shy gn s/o part 1

Raphael

When his eyes first saw you he couldn’t help but smirk, taking advantage of such a timid little mouse, it was just so easy… However, Raphael was pleasantly surprised when despite your shy demeanor you were surprisingly strong-willed. He always enjoyed a chase… Though you were a person of few words, you enjoyed his poetic ones. You could listen to him for hours practicing his veiled words and he would gladly perform for you. Who wouldn’t love being admired, even by a meek mouse? 

Raphael relishes in watching you squirm and blush. All he seems to have to do is a smile or say a teasing pet name towards you. Loves the way your body heats up and shudders as he tempts you with honeyed words. You know you want to be his, how well he would treat his favorite pet. One way you have found to turn the tables and make him the speechless one for a change is to take the poetic words he spoke to you and twist them towards him. He loves a quick wit and the sound of his twisted words from your shy lips. 

Careful, he claws and bites. If he’s got you where he wants his little mouse he will mark you at every opportunity. Hickies and bite marks litter your once pristine skin. Your back and sides are decorated with raised red lines from his long nails dragging over your body. You are his and he wants to make sure you and everyone else never forgets that. Once you're feeling bold enough you will try and persuade him to let you mark him. Normally he would refuse if anyone would suggest such a thing, but you are his favorite… He will smile at you as he slowly tilts his head to the side to expose his neck to you simply saying, “You can try, little mouse…” 

A date with Raphael is surprisingly tame, thank goodness for your meek heart. A simple game of lance board is what he would suggest for the evening in his House of Hope. Loves to watch you take your time accessing your next move, biting back his smile as you fall into the trap he set. When you lose he says the loser now has to give the winner something, Don’t worry this time it’s not your soul. Raphael has something a tad sweeter in mind. 

A slow tsk will leave him as you start to shyly bounce and grind on his lap. You instantly still when you feel him swat your ass. A low groan leaves him as your walls tense around his cock buried deeply within you. The winner decided he wanted his cock warmed while he reviewed some contracts. Be patient little mouse he will deal with you soon…

Zevlor

Being a person of a similar nature, you two would instantly have a connection. Nothing but a perfect gentleman when you first met him, thanking you for helping his people and the grove with a bow of his head and a shy smile to match your own. You two will just be drawn to each other, often finding that you two have wandered into proximity of one another, getting closer and closer as the days go on. Sure you two have your differences but you can just understand each other so deeply and can provide the other with what they need so perfectly. It's like the match between you two was destined by the gods. 

Zevlor would never intend to make you flustered on purpose but he seems to do it quite often by accident. The main cause of your red cheeks would be when you are telling him a story, rambling through your words as he listens to you intently. Then before you know it, his large hand is brushing strains of your hair away from your face. Before you know it every time your hair is slightly messy in his presence he is fixing it for you with a smile and a hum. To get him to glow red like you are currently, you will ask to run your fingers through his hair, he might just explode at your suggestion alone. As he pulls his tie from his hair he will lean towards you averting his eyes bashfully. 

Expect to get a fresh bouquet of wildflowers every morning when he comes back from patrol. Zevlor is a huge acts of service guy, if you need help with something, it doesn't matter how small he is more than willing to help. Need help changing the bed linens? He is right there on the other side helping pull them down. Does laundry need to be hung on the line? Allow him to do it for you. Low on firewood? He will spend the rest of the afternoon chopping wood for tonight's fire. Maybe he will take off his shirt for you to sneak a glimpse or two. 

You and Zevlor are not fans of busy or loud places so your dates are usually very quiet. However on some nights when you two have extra energy from the day you two will have an impromptu sparring match. Zevlor would teach you moves he learned from his time with the hellriders. If you're not well versed with a weapon he will come behind you and show you how to properly hold it. While you're wrapped around his warm arms you will have a moment of bravery and kiss his cheek. You will both be blushing by the end of the match. 

When you and Zevlor get intimate he always takes his time with you. Despite his shy nature, he has experience and he knows how important it is to make sure that your partner is prepped. His favorite way to prep you? Man has a full-on oral fixation, he is addicted to your taste and will spend as much time as he needs lapping his experienced tongue on you. Zevlor won't even think about putting in his straining length in you till you have cummed at least once, and if you must know…he always swallows. One should never be wasteful.

[lawomanphoto]

February 27, 2015 Stephen Perkins, Hellride at Harvelle’s in Long Beach, CA

February 27, 2015 Stephen Perkins, Hellride at Harvelle’s in Long Beach, CA #stephenperkins #hellride #harvelles #longbeach #christyborgman #lawomanphoto #onthisday

Photo by Christy Borgman

[underdark-dreams]

Am I feral for the Hellrider now?? Possibly!!! Have a 1am smut drabble just in case!

Zevlor x fem!Tav | Explicit | Word Count: 750

Commander

“Please, Commander—”

She moaned out his title, too overcome to wonder whether it might be an unwelcome reminder to him tonight. The now-unattended ache his fingers had stoked between her legs mere moments ago was driving her delirious.

Luckily for her, Zevlor seemed to embrace the name this particular evening. She craned her neck back to watch as he gripped one strong hand behind her knee.

“I told you once already—spread.”

As he spoke, his grip jerked sideways. She cried out as her knee followed, spreading the exposed cleft of her legs obscenely wide before him, forcing her head and shoulders down to his bedroll to accommodate the angle. She moaned into the furs beneath her, breathing in a lungful of his heady scent. 

Clean—musk—something sharp and herbal. Thoroughly, thoroughly Zevlor.

“Ready yourself,” his voice rasped out somewhere behind and above her. Far too soon to actually prepare, she felt the thick, smooth head of his cock nudge past her entrance.

She bit down on the fabric beneath her to stifle a wanton groan. She knew how Zevlor liked to hear her, but that preference ended firmly at the fabric boundaries of his tent. Here in their camp at the banks of Last Light Inn, she wasn't sure how much privacy the proximity afforded them.

Despite his commanding mood, Zevlor seemed to sense the reason for her hesitation.

“That’s it, my girl—” His voice rasped low as he pushed his thick length deeper into her tight folds. She moaned into the bedding as her cunt pulsed greedily for more of him. “Let me hear you—”

Obediently, she raised up to her chin and arched her back into him. The angle caused a few more inches of his ridged length to press into her, and she bit back a wail.

“Fuck, Commander, fuck, fuck—please!”

She let her words spill out plain and vulgar—just the way she’d learned by now that her Hellrider liked it, though he was far too chivalrous to request such language outside of their shared bed. 

Nevertheless, she knew at once that she’d struck just the right chord. With a groan, Zevlor pushed into her until their hips slotted together. In the same motion, one hand landed a sharp and possessive smack on her ass. 

Stars popped behind her vision. Her cunt throbbed at being filled so fully so suddenly; her eyes rolled back in her skull. The aching heat between her legs and the sting against her skin threatened to end her then and there.

But then Zevlor took up a punishing pace, rutting his hips hard against hers, and her limits were truly tested. The deep ridges of his cock dragged and tugged against her slick walls with each thrust, pulling out waves of wet desire from her center that trickled and ran down her thighs as he fucked her.

“Yes, yesyesyes, Commander, take me—so good, just like that—”

She was babbling face-first into his bedroll as he pounded into her, his pace far past teasing, instead barrelling them both headlong to their ends. When Zevlor growled and reached two fingers around to pinch her clit, she was done for.

She arched her back and bit down on a loud cry as her cunt convulsed around him, pulsing white-hot against Zevlor’s thick cock.

It undid him—his bare chest pressed warm against her back. He stifled a cry between her shoulder blades, spilling and grinding his release deep inside her.

Somewhere at the back of her mind, she realized that hot tears of bliss were spilling down her cheeks. Legs trembling and weak from her climax, she collapsed flat on her stomach into his bedding. 

With one last deep thrust and a groan, Zevlor followed. His weight fell around her, the ridges of his chest indenting the soft skin of her back. She panted blissfully from beneath him.

“My apologies,” he rasped behind her ear. 

His tone had instantly transformed back into something very gentle, and she knew he meant for collapsing on top of her.

“I love it,” she sighed, truly savoring the feel of his weight pressing her into the furs that smelled so thoroughly of him. “I love you,” she added.

“My darling girl.” Zevlor rumbled the words deep in his chest, and she knew from the timbre alone that he was already drifting toward sleep. Her eyes were heavy and eager to follow him. “Please tell me so again, if you would…in the morning.”

[anreed-bg3]