#oc: vel

[cult-of-wolves]

@thepromptfoundry Day 6: Alone with their thoughts

Vel always made their shared apartment feel warm no matter the weather. But now Rylee feels freezing sitting alone with her thoughts.

There’s a single red candle lit in front of her.

“I don’t want to get over you.” Rylee thinks.

Graves ordered his R.A.V.E.N. soldiers to empty the apartment after Rylee was five minutes late to a meeting.

The single flame is starting to dim out. Rylee cups her hand around it. “No, please don’t leave me Vel.” She cries.

The flame elongates and burns Rylee’s hand before burning out. “You’re alive?” she thinks.

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I saw in one of your tags a mention of a novel? As someone who is enjoying your Chaggie fics (they're really good!) I'm curious as to what you write when fandom isn't on the brain :D

First of all thank you for enjoying my fics! I love engaging with fandom and the fact I can contribute creatively to the things I love brings me a lot of joy <3

Fair warning there is so much under the cut here oops, you gave me an opening to talk about my original shit and now I'm running with it lol

I have several projects at the moment, but the one with the most traction and an actual finished first draft is an urban romantasy following a chronically ill werewolf and the suffocated coven heir vampire with PTSD (and a service Hellhound) who she falls in love after an abandoned new vampire stumbles into her job, confused and bloodthirsty. The major throughline is a combination of found family, romance and going against what's expected/socially acceptable to find happiness and self-worth.

The one also has the most art!

The MCs from that one are Marie and Alex <3

I have a few other stories set in the same universe as this one ^ Including a hunter/vampire story (Daisy and Vel, feat. Eidolon, Vel's mount, who is my interpretation of a kelpie)

This one was originally inspired by Reinary's song May I Have This Dance and then I just ran with it lol

And a witch/werewolf story (Amaris, werewolf and Raelyn, witch); follows a werewolf collar tech (Raelyn) and the werewolf she met as a child, before she realized what was really happening (her family trains werewolves as guards -- I'm still working the plot of this one because I've had a hard time balancing it in a way that isn't harmful to actual people, and it might end up scrapped or reworked into something else, but I love the characters so they get a mention lol)

I also have a multitude of others, including (another) exes-to-lovers between a muralist and tattoo artist who dated in high school; the muralist bailed after high school in an effort to run away from home/family troubles and left a lot of hurt feelings behind.

Then I have a siren/selkie story where the siren's voice has been stolen by a now-popular singer, and the (chaotic) selkie finds out and wreaks havoc trying to free her.

Irie (top, siren) and Anchor (bottom, selkie)

And most recently, a platonic succubus and the grumpy/intimidating witch she falls in love with while trying to figure out how to navigate and hold onto meaningful friendships.

The first one is obviously my most fleshed out, but basically I write a lot of sapphic romance/romance-adjacent and primarily fantasy.

There's a few other ideas I've shelved temporarily while I figure out what I want to do with them too. One is a full rework of the novel I wrote when I was eleven, which was very much Mary-Sue princess goes on quest to save the kingdom lol. There were dragons and unicorns in that one xD

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble about my original works! I love talking about them but obviously my fandom content is more popular lol

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

Court of Mania

After the events at Xedilian, Lord Sheogorath has instructed me to study and understand his two courts. I’ve decided to start with the Court of Mania and Duke Thadon. The Duke revealed to me that he suffers from an addiction to Felldew. He sent me to retrieve a chalice that will cleanse him of the bad effects of the drug.

To enter the Burrow, I had to take Felldew myself, which made me understand Thadon’s urgency. The high is amazing, but the withdraws are violently painful. Making my way through the Burrow, I had to periodically take the drug in order to not crumble under the weight of the withdraw. Feeling it flow through my veins, I cursed myself for getting myself in this situation.

Entering the Sanctum, I found a group of people also addicted to Felldew, using the chalice to never fall from their high. I tried to reason with them, but in their drug fueled frenzy, they wouldn’t listen to me. I didn’t want to fight them, their suffering was enough. I felt the same screams as I did when entering the isles, but this time inside me. The blue glow from my hands swirled around me before erupting out and enveloping the addicts. They let out earth shattering screams, shaking me to my core at the raw fear in their voices.

Shaking it off, I took the chalice, drinking from it to wipe away my addiction. When I got back to Thadon, he placed all of his Felldew inside it and drank from it. I personally believe that defeats the purpose, but to each madman their own. My next task is to learn from the Duchess of Dementia, but i am exhausted and still recovering from the after effects of Felldew.

I’m currently in my room in the House of Dementia, the stone walls providing a comfort I haven’t had since Martins death. My heart still weeps for him and just thinking of him brings tears to my eyes.

[three circles dot this passage, most likely from tears]

If I had only been faster. If I brought Martin to the Temple instead of to Ocato. If I had fought Dagon myself. If I stopped Camoran sooner. So many things I could have done. So many ways his death is my fault.

That’s enough for tonight. I am going to walk through Crucible, maybe give Cutter a few of the Madness Shards I’ve found. I don’t know why, but the damp alleys and dirty roads calm me. I believe it’s because they remind me of the Asylum, how little I do remember.

- Velentius Cosades

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Taking a break from the Sexyman Posting

All of the mods I wanted for Velentius are installed! So I’m gonna be getting to work on him as soon as I get home!

Honestly wish I could’ve found a mod to give him purple eyes, but the Oblivion Nexus page is a pornographic nightmare and I wasn’t about to start scrolling through the body, hair, and face category

[velinxi]

Look at me, princeling

[Characters from CTC]

[im-no-jedi]

this headcanon generator has been making the rounds, and so I decided to generate some for several of my OCs (namely SW, DnD, and the Misfits LOL)

Matt has a Mary Sue OC

you know what, I could see this being legit. his OC would just be a thinly veiled version of my Guardian tho 😜

Rocky does not know what sleep is

BIG false, this dude crashes every night without fail. and if he ever does end up having a rough night’s sleep, he just spends some extra time in the Crucible the next day to get eepy 😆

Isaac knows the lyrics to every Hatsune Miku song by heart

IM LAUGHING SO HARD OMG. this one should be switched with Rocky’s tbh ROFL

Ace is very willing to eat inedible things

considering who his dad is… this is too accurate 😝

Marvel enjoys doing taxes

heck no, watch my girl do everything in her power to avoid paying taxes without shame lolololol

Lunaa knows the lyrics to Let It Go by heart

YOU BETTER BELIEVE SHE DOES!!! 😁

Nova is tumblr famous

SHE WOULD BE OMG. she’s already really popular amongst the entire GAR, and her efforts are well-known throughout the whole galaxy; she’s basically Tumblr famous 😌

Quickdraw is a sleepwalker

he wasn’t before, but I love this idea and I’m making it canon now 😂

Mutt will go feral. Watch out.

Y E S. he’s a goofy goober 99% of the time, but if someone hurts one of his brothers, it is ON SIGHT 😤

Gunner has chronic nightmares

…after a certain point, yes he absolutely does. and that’s all I’m gonna say 🤭

Clank has not showered in two and a half weeks

FALSE. my boy likes to be clean tyvm 😌

Gildish is afraid of doing anything without other peoples permission

LOLOLOLOLOL literally the exact opposite, he does whatever tf he wants and doesn’t care what anyone says or thinks about it 😂

Ember has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night

I could see this happening in the modern AU where she’s a fashion designer for sure haha

Zai gets road rage

YES. OMG. HE WOULD 😂😂😂

Kal will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being

IM LOSING IT THIS IS TOO ACCURATE OMFG 🤣🤣🤣

Kia has punched a hole in their wall

absolutely NOT, this sweet girl has not physically hit anything once in her entire life, she is baby thanks 🥰

If Zippy was presented with an intergalactic portal, they would enter it without question

PFFFT. he would only go in if his friends did. or if there were snacks guaranteed to be on the other side 😝

Elon tackles and wrestles people to show affection

in his own way, yeah. he’s not very strong, but he would glomp people, for sure 😆

Goobert has a Roblox account

DYINGGGGGG 🤣🤣🤣 he would not, it’s too beneath him 😜

Vel gets ready for Christmas WAY too early

HE WOULD HAHA. he loves to celebrate and spend time with family, I’m positive holidays are a BIG deal where he’s from 😁

[velvetti]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[cult-of-wolves]

the ship name ryvela is kinda cunt!

[kondz1u]

Drawing of @iceagebaby's courier and Arcade I've made as a gift (*¯︶¯*)

Back by an unpopular demand! The hiatus took longer than I've expected, but I've got luck of a fanfic's author (*°▽°*)|||

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

Strange Door

Three months ago I lost the love of my life. Martin sacrificed himself in order to save the world, and I will still hear people saying that he had no claim to the throne. Ocato was no help or consolation. Every time I spoke to him, he would either fret about the state of the Empire now that there were no Septims, or would talk to me about how brave and special Martin was as if he’d known him longer than I, or as if I wasn’t aware of how amazing he was.

On my last trip to the Imperial City, Ocato had given me the Imperial Dragon armor, which I had been refusing for months, but now wear daily as a tribute to my love’s cause and a reminder of his sacrifice. I hadn’t had a need for armor, especially since I had already done every mission, quest, and favor I had in my journal, but while I was there I had heard rumors of a Strange Door appearing just off the coast of Bravil.

I had made my way there, believing this to be a way to distract me from my grief. When I had arrived, I was mesmerized by the large mushrooms and unknown flora. They looked like nothing I had ever seen before.

The door itself was much more a portal, appearing to be a purple Oblivion Gate, but instead of jagged rocks and sharp stone, it was inside a large mouth that belonged to an enraged face, which was surrounded by two more, each depicting a different emotion.

The man who came out of the portal attacked my, giving my no choice but to kill him. After his head was removed from his shoulders, the portal began speaking. I recognized the voice. It’s the same one I’ve heard every night in my dreams since that little adventure in Border Watch, a week after Martins death.

Sheogorath welcomed me into the Shivering Isles, saying that he required assistance and it was lovely this time of year. I am writing this outside the portal, having decided to wait until morning to enter, despite the guards constant attempts to convince me otherwise.

I see no reason not to, as there is nothing holding me here anymore. The Knights of the Nine no longer need me, as all of the artifacts have been recovered. There are no more Arena battles for me to fight in after I became the Arenas Grand Champion, Dragonheart. The Dark Brotherhood has been wiped from Cyrodiil by my own hand. The Thieves Guild has no more Grey Fox now that the cowl is no longer cursed. The Fighters and Mages Guilds run fine without me. And all of the Counts and Elder Council members treat me either like a glass vase that could break at any moment, or like a stain they can’t remove.

This plane isn’t my home anymore, not without him, so I will go through the portal and see what Sheogorath wishes from me.

- Velentius Cosades

[velinxi]

Maybe we would've been friends in another life...

[Characters from CTC]

[cylinderarts]

the whole Selûnite x Shadowheart thing has me in a chokehold fr so here is my Selûnite cleric Vel and Shadowheart

[velvetti]

Poor little rabbit ♡

Warning: Non-con, saliva as lube (?), human with animal features, language barrier, cream pie, beastiality (?), not proofread

You were gathering herbs in the forest to prepare for dinner, your adorable rabbit ears bounced slightly and your tail twitched by every step you took. Today was a very lucky day! The sky is clear enough to travel freely but not too sunny, the air is perfectly cooled from the rain last night, it's the perfect weather for travelling!

You have managed to find plenty of spices already, your throat is dried from all the steps you took so maybe a little drink won't hurt, right? Following your thoughts, you walk to a drinking river nearby, looking left and right to make sure all the predators are gone before placing the herb basket aside, bending down to take a sip, the refreshing clear water helping to wash away your fatigue.

Then you straightened your back, stretching your torso and deciding to finally go ho- Wait what's that noise? You turn back just in time to spot a man with fox ears and tail heading your way, the fox seemed to have picked you as their meal.

You quickly grab the basket and attempt to rush away (keyword: attempt), just to be pulled back by your arm and pushed down onto the ground by the fox.

You tremble in fear as the fox licks his lips and slides your pants down alongside your underwear, he coats two of his fingers with his saliva before sliding them inside you without warning. Your hands grips onto the grass, panicking internally as you try to escape by kicking your feet. The fox leans in, biting your rabbit tail as his fingers continue to move in and out, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by this situation, you're a male rabbit! Not a female one!

The fox suddenly pulls his fingers out, cutting your thought process and causing you to jump slightly. The fox begins to unbuckle his pants, you try to yell for the fox to stop but it's clearly useless, you're a rabbit, he's a fox, you can't understand each other.

He aligned his tip with your entrance as his other hand snakes up to hold both of your rabbit ears, after a few short moments, he suddenly thrusts all the way inside, leaving you no time to think about the situation.

His hand moves to your hip to steady your body as he starts to rock his hips, going at a slower pace at first due to how tight you are, it gives you some moments to adjust to his size before he gradually increases his speed, his hand constantly pulling on your ears as a way to keep you away from losing in your thoughts.

He flips you over onto your back, moving your legs over his shoulders before continuing pounding you in a mating press in the same speed, letting out a few grunts and breathing heavily. He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead as a small gift for taking him so well, if you could understand him, he'll be complimenting how good you feel.

The fox finally finishes inside of you with a low groan, catching his breath and pulling out of you, watching as his semen drips down onto the grass. He couldn't help himself but placed a small kiss on your cheek before picking you up in bridal style and taking you somewhere, before your vision goes dark, you could see a faint smile on his face.

[cult-of-wolves]

thinking about how rylee & vel desperately want to be together but are constantly being pulled apart to satisfy their own desires….

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

The Court of Dementia

I awoke to find a woman in my room. She seemed confused by me, stating that she didn’t recognize me. I felt like i did know her, but I couldn’t place from where. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her familiar uniform. The Asylum. We stared at each other for what felt like hours before her form faded out of sight.

In the morning, the woman still stayed in my mind, but I still went along with my duties. I approached the Duchess, Syl I believe her name is. She told me she believed that someone in her court wanted to betray her. I didn’t believe her, of course, but I had little choice but to comply. She named me “Grand Inquisitor” which left a bad taste in my mouth. I spoke with Herdir and we started our quest. Kithlan told us that Anya might know something. I felt something inside me break while watching Herdir torture Anya. I wanted to feel bad. I knew I should. I know exactly what that felt like. The priests of Julianos would use shock magic on us before the priests of Mara forced them to wear magic suppressors while inside the Asylum. But I couldn’t. That scared me more than anything I’ve faced before. Martin would feel bad. He would force Herdir to stop. Call Syl on her insanity. But here I was, less than a year after his death watching a woman be tortured and scream for mercy. But she did tell us about some Kahjiit who might know something. He refused to talk, but after some “convincing”, Bhisha told us about his meeting with a Dark Seducer. After confronting him, he told me to meet him at his house at midnight tomorrow. I’m waiting at the tavern now, reliving everything that’s happened today. What Martin would think of what I am now. He’s been gone for four months now. I’ve only been in the Shivering Isles for a month. And I’ve… what I’ve become… what I’m doing… helping an addict. Giving into the delusions of a mad woman. Serving a Daedra, the very thing that killed him! I can’t help but think what he would think of me. He always saw through what everyone else saw. He saw me. What I was, what I am, and who I could be. And I’ve throw everything he wanted for me away.

- Velentius Cosades

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

I’ve tried to post a picture of Velentius multiple times in the past 20 minutes and I’m about to cry😭