#human veil

[vertigoartgore]

Countdown to the 10th anniversary of the Hannibal Series Finale (7) :

Hannibal 1X07 - Sorbet (airdate : May 9, 2013)

Directed by Michael Rymer and written by Jesse Alexander & Bryan Fuller.

[maybevarric]

at the end of tresspasser we see many of the elves mysteriously disappear across thedas correct? honestly this should have been the origin story for the veil jumpers: they get recruited by solas under the guise of restoring the ways of the elvhen.

initially these recruited elves would have been generally supportive across the board because finally there’s some kind of reclamation of their history and their past. finally there is an explanation and some kind of hint of a future as a whole. things are looking up under the protection and guidance of the dreadwolf.

but as solas’ plan would progress we’d start to see a divide amongst his followers, and i reckon this is where the veil jumpers would begin. as a pushback to this. as an act of defiance against what was coming. learning what solas’ plans are for the future of thedas and tearing down the veil and all that. the veil jumpers choose not to reclaim their history and past through these kinds of designs, but instead to learn for themselves because they are owed it. they deserve it. but not at the cost of the world ending.

idk i think the worldbuilding and the lore could have been SO much better. and i think it’s really strange that solas had agents in tresspasser and then suddenly had nothing come the start of datv.

[daily-sifloop]

Hii can I get some uhhhh toxic yaoi? However the chef wishes to prepare it

Day 100: Princess and Knight AU

Or Day 81, but my brain took the prompt and ran with it.

Lore. or something:

In a world where the Island is all good and well, has a monarchy ruling over it and Siffrin is the heir to the throne. Cracking under the pressure of their position, Siffrin wants to escape, but is unable to leave his position empty, so in desperation he makes a wish for a "perfect replacement", except who could be a perfect replacement if not, well, themself! Loop is made, in that moment a being that has all of their knowledge and experiences but isn't "them" (point of view) seems perfect, they will do great! And Siffrin leaves, only to later realize that, hey, that's like them, literally them, they abandoned themself to a life that both of them hate.

Fast forward a couple of years, the Island is in political turmoil, the heir to the throne, Loop, is kidnapped by King, a member of an offshoot branch of the royal family that demands for a transfer of power. His base is in Vaugarde and outside of the Island's legislation, unable to send official forces, the royal family instead issues a notice "the one who saves the heir will get their hand in marriage", but as it goes with the Island it's not just a motivation for some hero, it's a wish, one made to keep the heir alive for that to happen.

Enter Siffrin, who became a wandering knight after his escape, currently travelling with the party (assembled for different reasons than canon). He catches word of what is happening with the island right now and well, he never stopped regretting what he did, but at some point all the marks left by the life outside the castle became too much to be able to seamlessly return to the life before. But isn't marrying someone you don't know, with no way to refuse just the worst? It's high time they stopped running running away from their responsibilities. So he dons his armour, leaves camp in secret under the cover of the night and goes to rescue.

When they see him, Loop is livid. Siffrin left them all this time to deal with his shit just to return now?? They reconvene with the party and it's time for the road to the Island, very tense and heartbreaking conversations, living up to responsibility, healing and severely confused onlookers.

[sagaubeloved]

[aeonophagic]

SCORCHED EARTH

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

While You're Camping

Agi sends Emmrich a letter while he's off camping with Harding, and he has a moment. Or two. NSFW.

Dearest Emmrich,

You’re currently camping with Harding. I hope you’re enjoying yourself, love. Remember, try new things!

Because while you’ve been away, I’ve been trying new things.

In fact, I tried that lovely little toy you bought me.

I thought of you---your weight on top of me, my hands in your hair, marking my neck for all to see. It drives me positively wild, Emm.

I thought of you whispering sweet things to me, in that cooing little voice of yours. You’re always so gentle and kind…

But then, as it always does, you snap.

You plow into me. You growl that I’m yours and you’re mine. You suck on my tits and tell me how pretty and good I am for you.

And you know I eat it up, love.

I thought of you as I clenched around nothing and wanted it to be your gorgeous cock. After all, my beautiful Emmrich, only that part of you can truly fill me. That’s not to say your fingers aren’t wonderful. They most certainly are.

But your manhood is truly special, handsome.

I’m thinking of you right now.

I hope you’re thinking of me.

Love,

Agi

***

Emmrich stared at the letter in his hands, a pale pink blush painting his cheeks. While he had received (and written far more) love letters in his day, the professor did not expect my sweet darling girl to be so forward and vulgar.

He exhaled sharply, a growing tightness in his trousers becoming more noticeable by the second.

She did say she hopes I’m thinking of her.

The flaps of his tent were closed, so he did not have that to worry about.

Sound, however…

With the wave of a hand, he placed a sound dampening enchantment around him and then went to work, undoing his trousers more quickly than he would have under normal circumstances.

There she is, dearest Agnes.

He imagined her standing in his bedroom at home in Nevarra City (I’ll take you there soon, my sweet) wearing the dark purple lingerie she recently purchased.

Look at you, my good girl. Hair slightly mussed. A half-hearted attempt at lipstick. Thighs squished together when they should be squishing my head.

She whispered that she missed him, kissing along his jaw as her hands pushed his trousers down. She begged him to touch her, kiss her, make her feel loved…

To ravish her as she desires.

“Darling, I beg of you. Take your rightful place on your throne.”

In his fantasy, Emmrich discarded the rest of his clothes and lay down on his bed. In his tent, he moaned, stroking his erect member just the way I like. He imagined her blushing and shyly getting onto the bed, and with a giggle, swung a long, plush leg (I’ve written several poems about her gorgeous legs) over his head.

“Love, are you sure? I don’t want to—”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that her cunt was nearly touching his mouth. “I need you, my love. Please. Let me taste you properly.”

And then he devoured her.

Her hands were on the headboard as she rode his face, nonsensical praise flowing from her.

And speaking of flowing…

Ugh.

With a loud groan, he came far too soon and spilled over his abdomen.

A frustrated growl emerged from him as he waved a hand and muttered a spell to clean himself. “Damnit, how am I meant to pleasure her if I can’t last…”

Get yourself together, man.

***

Emmrich was genuinely happy to be back at the Lighthouse the following day. Back to my comforts…and my love! She’s here! “Darling!”

Agnes Aldwir was in his library, perusing the fiction bookshelf. Wearing a delightful sleeveless white dress with sunflowers. “Emm! How are you? Did you and Harding have fun?” She turned quickly and approached him, the calf-length dress flowing beautifully…like her. She looks so beautiful. My dearest heart, I adore you. Please, sweetest lady, I beg of you…

Dropping his bags, they hit the floor as he cupped her face and kissed her soundly. “Sit on my face, Agi darling. Please.”

She barely held back a laugh between kisses, grinning against his lips. “Enjoyed my letter, did you?” Agnes teased; her generous bosom pressed against his clothed chest. “I hoped so, love.”

“More than. I thought of—” He purred, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.

Shuffling of boots.

A friendly hiss.

“Manfred!” Emmrich cried as he released Agnes and turned quickly to greet his companion, she burst out laughing. “Oh Manfred, I’m so happy to see you too!”

He and Agi will want to hear about camping.

Later though…

Be ready, my darling girl.

Your throne eagerly awaits you.

[createserenity]

The Painted Veil - Complete

Chapter 14 of 14 is now posted and the fic is complete. I've had such an amazing time writing this fic so huge thanks to @mirjam-writes first being such a great collaboration partner for this bang and to @do-it-with-style-events for organising the Silver Screen Bang. Also thank you to @masoney for betaing and supporting me through writing this.

Rating: E

CW: Mentions of serious illness and vomiting but nothing graphic. Brief adultery.

Summary: Crowley lives a life of leisure in 1920s London and when they meet at a party, Aziraphale is instantly smitten with him, whilst Crowley thinks Aziraphale is kind, but dull. When circumstances force them into an ill-advised marriage Crowley finds himself undertaking the journey of a lifetime, first to Shanghai and then beyond into the heart of China, where he faces challenges he never expected and is forced to confront not only outside dangers, but also his beliefs about himself, Aziraphale and what their marriage could be.

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.

Excerpt:

"I love you,” Crowley repeated more softly, pushing himself upright from where he was sprawled against Aziraphale's shoulder and plucking nervously at the blanket beneath his fingers. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. And I'm sorry it took me so long to love you like you deserved. I should have loved you from the beginning really. I would have done if I'd known you then.”

@goodomensafterdark

[thegreatyin]

these two guys had to be placed in different universes because otherwise they would've been Best Fucking Friends. i will not take constructive criticism at this time

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Aminatou, Veil Piercer

Artist: David Palumbo TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[vintagefashionplates]

Marguerite Martyn (September 26, 1878 – April 17, 1948) was an American journalist and political cartoonist with the St. Louis Post-Dispatch in the early 20th century. She was noted as much for her published sketches as for her articles.

She also wrote about women's fashion and the women's suffrage movement, "in which she was enthusiastically interested."

[sol-consort]

you know what I'm very curious about? How Mass Effect species view each other.

Like from our perspective—the humans—certian races look absolutely adorable, salarians and elcor for example. While turians are more cool looking, almost intimidating up close. And depending on who you are, the hanar are either the most cute pink things or the fish smell and slippery moist skin makes you uneasy.

But what about the other species? Who would appear cute in the eyes of the salarians? What about the volus? Who would the angaran want to turn into a marketable plushie the most?

Take the batarians, for example, to humana they look terrifying with their sharp teeth and large wide eyes, stuff out of nightmares. But to a turian? who already have sharp teeth? They might look adorable, even a little endearing.

Do elcor find humans cute just like how elephants on our planet tend to do? Do quarians get cuteness aggression (if they can even get that) near the volus because they look like mini versions of them?

I went with adorableness rather than attractiveness because otherwise the asari would win by a far margin. Although, based on Javik's comment about remembering how beautiful the quarians were in his cycle, protheans might be the only ones immune to the asari charms. Preferring quarians over them.

Or it could just be Javik.

[xandyprojects]

Humanized Bill Cipher [Veil, hat n not hat ver.]

With color / bromine brush (TW! Eye strain)

[oliveden]

angst potential of keith maturing at galra levels, which are way longer than human lifespans

keith, pre-adolescence, realizing his dad isn't going to live long enough to see him as an adult, that he's going to be left alone at the galran equivalent of a teenager

[wetsocksinbed]

I love how after completing Jaal’s romance quest line, his mother is immediately just “so when are you having kids?”

I love Sahuna so much

[purpleguysimp]

Lankmann is just an 80s joey drew in my mind

[windvexer]

I just watched House of 1000 Corpses and I really want to get back into making paper mache masks for ritual purposes.