#siphoned

[bluumey]

Blue Hand and that one cat

[idlejet]

“A Welcoming of Hours” - from The Warp/The Weft’s 2017 album, “Mapping an Absence” (I play guitar in this band)

[eliotbaum]

The Siphoner 🩸 A character class for The Hidden Isle. You can preorder the TTRPG here

[dailymothanon]

Listen I had a vision of Prime Soundwave but More bat. So I wanted to see if I could do that… and while I was at it I wanted to try doing some G1 sprinkles in there and it ended up as this whole thang… plus Ravage and Laserbeak are included! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to add visible speakers somewhere (like maybe on the wings or smth), I also added some ES in there (still figuring out the colors of his head) BUT I’m very happy about this 😌

Bonus this sketch I did in reference of a bat, I also imagine his pedes and hands are (controllably) magnetic (which very much helps for spying missions) as well as sound absorbent/dampeners; also yes I made it so his horn things can move like bat ears because I wanted to.. and there is also some reference towards IDW but mostly just the horn shape (and yes Ravage does now have spikes just cuz)

Do I have reasons why Bat Soundwave? Yes… laserbeak on his chest like baby bats clinging to their parents even in flying, simply the arm shapes, the long bat ear looking horns, the funky legs he has, his sonic/ultrasonic abilities (bats are ultrasonic, both in chirping and in hearing), having wings, being dark in color… yes… batwave

[jakkenpoy]

[thirdtimed]

even more lifer doodles

[nellasbookplanet]

Here’s the thing:

I want Predathos to get out.

Not because I hate the gods or want to see them killed or driven off (in fact, I find the 'the gods are tyrants' arguments to be laughably incorrect and deeply hope c3 ends with the pantheon still present) but because ending the campaign without facing Predathos would be a huge anticlimax. If Bells Hells simply kill Ludinus and go back home, it will feel like killing the minion but never actually getting to the big bad. What if c1 had ended with killing the Briarwoods but never getting around to Vecna. What if the m9 had actually managed to kill Lucien with their trap in Aeor before he made it into the Astral Sea to set off his plan. We wouldn’t have gotten to see the nature of the somnovem, the horrific flesh city or the peace of putting it to rest, the wild creativity that was the final battle of imagination. If c3 ends without showing us what the fuck Predathos actually is I will go lie facedown on the floor for a week wondering what we missed out on.

Now, this doesn't mean I want the hells to purposefully let the beast out of its cage. I would prefer the campaign not end with the heroes finalizing the villain's plan and setting off calamity 2.0, thank you very much. But if Ludinus still has an ace up his sleeve that makes Predathos' release all but inevitable (which I honestly expect)? Maybe even if there’s a party split and one or a couple of the hells take the decision into their own hands (looking at you, Ashton)?

I'd love that shit. Show us what Predathos truly is. Let it eat Ludinus maybe. Give us a glimpse of the true end if it’s let loose on Exandria. Have there be a horrific realization of oh, this is what the Vanguard was arguing in favor of. And then kill it.

[isagrimorie]

Agatha All Along 1x08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory to the End

[spookberry]

weird guy rizz

[g00seg1rl]

High Lord Hijinks

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary:

After weeks of waiting impatiently, Eris finally recieved his special, intimate order from Thesan- master tinkerer and fellow lover of winged males.

Unfortunately for the newly-wedded Lordly couple of Autumn, the High Lords of Dawn were not as keen to bond over sex toys. After a particularly thrilling incident with a butt plug, Eris and Azriel decided that next time they'll just have lunch.

This is a shorty, only 960 words, all below the cut or over here on ao3! ☺️

“Oh, it’s just perfect.” Eris purred, smacking Azriel’s right ass cheek with a satisfied grin.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy, could’ve warmed it up a bit first though.” The Shadowsinger shifted his hips as he adjusted to the new plug.

A metallic taste filled the air, the zap of Autumnal magic warming the new toy from Dawn that was currently inserted deeply in Azriel’s needy body.

Eris had reached out to the Dawn Lord personally to have the plug custom-made, using Illyrian steel and a fragment of cobalt siphon.

“Can you really blame me? This took far longer than I thought it would,” Eris reasoned, sporting as much of an apologetic pout he could muster for his own actions.

The Illyrian stood, the corners of his mouth betraying his amusement. “Hm, yes, how rude of the High Lord to not prioritize our sex life.”

“If you’re done with the sarcasm and nearly overwhelming levels of gratitude- seriously you’re welcome- we do have a brunch to attend.”

His pretty bat rolled his pretty eyes. “If my husband hadn’t bent me over then we’d already be there.” Azriel redressed, pulling up his pants as helpful shadows collected his discarded belt.

Azriel was far too pretty to expect Eris not to bend him over at every opportunity.

“You’re very sassy today, dear bat.” Eris shouldn’t be surprised, although he hadn’t been aware of the Shadowsinger’s diva-esque tendencies when they’d first married. Whilst fulfilling every one of Azriel’s requests it became clear his spouse was a spoiled brat... and Eris was an enabling simp.

“Perhaps I’m just hungry, dear menace.” Azriel shrugged a shoulder and strolled to take Eris’s extended hand.

Eris conceded mirthfully. “Very well, let’s go then.”

As their hands clasped, the High Lord winnowed the couple to a meadow north of the Spring border. They had claimed it as their own after many long days spent under the sun on the bank of the winding river and countless shared meals in the grass.

They settled down before their preferred Oak, the girthy stump acting as a solid backboard. Despite what Lucien said, there was nothing wrong with an Older Fae needing some extra back support.

They shared various cheeses and sipped some Champagne, legs extended and shoulders brushing as they relaxed in beloved silence.

Azriel sat forward, setting his flute of bubbly to his right. He extended his buff arms over his head, leathery wings flaring as he stretched, a small groan slipping past his plush lips.

The Shadowsinger rested his head on Eris’s thigh, cozying his cheek against the soft fabric of Eris’s linen trousers. Eris ran deft, ringed fingers through Azriel’s scalp, creating a sight that would astound zoologists: a purring, overgrown bat.

The sound went straight to Eris’s dick.

Their familiar combined scent of spiced cinnamon and cedar transformed into a heady mix of mist and bergamot as Azriel mouthed over the straining cloth covering Eris’s hardening cock.

“Hm, still not satisfied?” Eris asked rhetorically.

“As much as I love cheese- and I do,” Azriel made sure to look Eris directly in the eye, no funny business around here, “I really do love cheese.”

“Are you done waxing poetry to cheese, my love? Should I be grating all the Mozzarella in Autumn out of envy?” he asked incredulously. Seriously, what had gotten into him?

“I was saying- as much as I love cheese, nothing tastes as good as you do.” Oh, or maybe what hadn’t gotten into him was the problem.

“Well aren’t you just a romantic,” he noted with a smirk.

Azriel smirked as he shifted to his hands and knees before Eris, his shadows scurried to strip their Singer’s husband of his belt, practically fondling with their forceful onyx sweeps.

He watched, intoxicated, as Azriel’s rosy lips stretched around his cock. Heavy-lidded hazel eyes gleaming with arousal fluttered shut as he descended down Eris’s dick, his saliva slicking the way.

Eris ran his fingers down Azriel’s back to knead his voluptuous ass, pushing his dick further down Azriel’s hot, wet throat.

He slipped nimble fingers beneath the waistband of Azriel’s pants, pushing them past the curve of his perked ass.

He caressed the soft skin of Azriel’s hips, trailing towards the bedazzled Dawn-tech nestled in between those perfectly toned cheeks.

Azriel groaned low around his cock as Eris tapped the base of the plug, his perfect, bronze frame shivering sensually. Eris savored the way Azriel’s back arched as he gripped the edges of the base and pushed the toy in deeper.

They both moaned when Eris angled and hit a good spot within Azriel whose slobbering swallows were maddening.

Eris thrust hard past Azriel’s reddened lips, choking Azriel as he kept his cock in his throat. The delicious, humming moan reverberated around Eris’s cock, pushing him off the edge of pleasure. Eris came hard, filthily moaning Azriel’s name with reverence. Azriel came too, as he often did when he got to swallow.

They both yelped as a beam of royal blue light shot out from Azriel’s spread cheeks and decimated a tree with terrifying accuracy. The scent of rosewood and petrichor wafted through the clearing. Violated chitters emanated from the squirrels in the tall oaks surrounding them, and saintly deer scattered.

A pale purplish piece of parchment appeared to their left. In Thesan’s looping and elegant penmanship read:

That’ll only happen the first time. Next time go to any Dawn tinkerer for your intimate matters.

With mere tolerance, The High Lords of Dawn.

Azriel pulled back and wiped the dribbling drool off his chin with the back of his beautifully marred hands. A stunned grin graced his shocked face.

“Huh,” Eris huffed in wonderful understanding, “I suppose that’s what took Thesan so long, schmuck thinks he’s funny.”

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! ☺️

Thank you so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading all my silly ideas- you are the fuckin best, I love you obsessively mami 🫂💗

And thank you to my second brain cell, @astro-h0e-4azris, for the unconditional hype and support, love you lots. 💗

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Some lovely, silly babes: @nus4y @pippsmcgee @jules-writes-stories @chunkypossum @ninthcircleofprythian @molcat07 @talibunny30 @neciebee @mistandmemories @mudandmire @fourteentrout @iftheshoef1tz @brunetterebel010 @queercontrarian lmk if you want in on the fun ☺️

[bluumey]

They have their moments

[viriborne]

Quick colored sketch of Azul's octo form hashtag make him fat 2024

[melmedarda]

Happy Valentine's day.

⸻ JAYCE TALIS & MEL MEDARDA, Arcane ep 5

[metamatronic]

So how did Mark get his... "ghost powers"? Is he... Is he dead?????

i have some terrible news concerning the night 4 phone call of FNaF 1

[cinziadrawstuff]

coffeetello 3

[skunkes]