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[exitstageleft-pursuedbyabear]

Mary Shelly Eat Your Heart Out

Rating: Explicit

Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)

Relationship: Rook/Emmrich Volkarin

Characters: Rook (Dragon Age) Emmrich VolkarinOriginal Elf Character(s) (Dragon Age)Original CharactersOriginal Non-Binary Character

Additional Tags: Rough Oral Sex, gratuitous making out, Age difference, first time together

Summary:

A romantic date in the Necropolis's memorial gardens escalates to rough oral sex against what could potentially be a grave or just monument of two skeletal lovers. Either way, it's quite fitting.

This is a companion piece to the last part of this series, Would you still have me?. As usual this can be read stand alone, the only context you need is that this is set in the fade to black of the Arrangments companion quest.

Notes:

Hello!

Welcome, or welcome back, to Love To Oblivion!

A non linear Emmrook series I post whenever I yearn for that old man.

Rook (Talin Aldwir) uses any pronouns and is a veil jumper mage (spirit healer and entropy), they are 21 to 26 years of age.

This is a direct continuation of Would You Still Have Me but can be read as stand alone.

The title of this fic in reference the Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstien, loosing her virginity of her parent's grave.

As usual, this has been beta read but my brain is broken (neurological disability) so there may still be some errors.

Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Emmrich planned to be a gentleman.

He was, in fact, a gentleman. Polite and courteous, considerate and refined in all things. He prided himself on it. And when it came to wooing a paramour, he carried the same grace. Oh, sure he was no stranger to more... rough sensibilities. He'd had many experiences in his time and in certain contexts there was appeal to breaking his usual, respectful demeanour. But first dates, if you could consider this one, were for romance. Most of the time, anyway. He *was* young, once.

And oh does he feel young again, with Rook's mouth on his. He began to feel a suppressed hunger within them the second time they kissed that evening, and perhaps he should blame himself for the tangle they have ended up in. Rook kissed like they were afraid he was going to disappear, careful and closed mouthed as if not to scare him away. Emmrich had moved his hand to the back of their head and bit gently on their bottom lip, imploring them to let him in, and with a soft moan, they did. It was then he felt something *dangerous* bubbling beneath the surface.

Their tongues met, Rook's hand slid down to the small of his back, and they pulled him in closer. Warm bodies pressing together like they could phase into eachother.

As the kiss deepened, Rook gripped his shirt tight. He had them pressed against the stone of the lover's monument. It didn't escape his notice how his position and height left Rook nearly to his mercy.

One part of Emmrich's brain deciding to keep that in mind, so he did not overwhelm them or accidentally pressure them to continue. The other part, the burning fire in the pit of his stomach, relished the feeling.

It is now that the man feels he may have underestimated that surfacing hunger. He moves to step away from the kiss. To pet Rook's hair and make their way back to the lighthouse. Maybe have some tea next to the fire together and hear about the exploits of their friends that day.

Instead, a slight growl emerges from Rook's throat. It surprises him, a quieter version of the one he's heard them make right before the tides of battle turn in their favour, but no less vicious. It sends blood shooting downwards.

The elf's grip on the back of his shirt tightens as they surge forwards, recapturing his lips and knocking the breath out of him. The gates have been unlocked, all caution thrown to wind.

Rook is starving.

Emmrich pushes them back up against the stone, using the slight ledge to help lift them off the ground. It's the most wonderful sound when his leg slips between theirs. The hand not on his back clawing at hsi his shoulder, and damn it to the Abyss why does he wear so many layers.

Emmrich feels the struggle inside him. The rational, collected, smart part of him that is screaming at him to stop. This is slipping out of his control far too quickly, his plans shattering inbetween Rook's teeth. By the spirits they're so much younger than you, This is too soon, you're in the memorial gardens!

It's being steadily drowned out by the rushing in his ears.

He wants to *devour*.

A deep moan surfaces from the back of Rook's throat, as they can't help but grind on the leg holding them up against the monument. Emmrich's own hips purposefully still despite the desperate need fully aflame within him. He continues to have decorum, even with Rook's noises steadily chipping it away.

He parts their lips, enjoying the site of the dark green paint smudged out of place. Their pupils are blown dark and they pout at this new distance between the two of them. Rook moves to fill the gap but Emmrich puts a firm hand on their chest, pushing them back and holding them in place. He drinks in the reaction, a deeper blush on their already rouge darkened skin. A wiggle of their hips, an indignant squeak. Oh he is finding it so difficult to hang onto sensibility.

It takes him a moment longer than he anticipated to get ahold of himself, and Rook begins to push back against his hand. Not enough to break his grip, they aren't even trying. They're baiting him, he presses down harder.

"Rude!" They say with another pout, another wiggle. This time moving their own leg to rub against him. He gasps at the desperately sought friction, Rook grins. Their eyes sparkle with mischief.

He is going to *ruin them*.

Emmrich nips at their chin gently, begins to place kisses across their jaw, illiciting a pleasant hum from his lover. In the soft space between their jaw and their ear, he nips again and Rook's sharp breath is followed by giggles.

"You can go harder than that, love"

Ah, he had a feeling.

'"Patience, darling" smooth, dripping with desire and promise. He kisses down their neck, relishing in the sweet music they make. Rook may be his favourite instrument to play.

Emmrich's kisses turn to sharp little bites, canines catching on loose skin.

His instrument sings in response, urging him to bite down harde.

Their hands fly up to his hair, gently pulling at him. He stops.

"D-down. Under the collar" It's breathless, the air growing shallow the more it hurts. Something deep within him twirls at the thought. He obliges, suddenly thankful for rooks open collar, as much as he usually curses it for the temptation it brings.

Emmrich pulls the cloth open further, eyes focused on the tender part where their neck meets their shoulder. The skin is lighter here, ashier where it's shaded from the Rivain sun. He kisses it first, lovingly.

Cherishing how perfect it is.

Rook whines above him, one leg hooking around him. It pulls them closer together, already practically melded to eachothers bodies. The additional contact nearly shuts his brain off and he bites down. Hard.

The younger nearly sees stars. Euphoria mixed with dull pain, flooding their nervous system. Emmrich's mouth on their neck, warm body weight pressing them against cool stone. It's perfect, he's perfect. They feel as if he's not gotten enough appreciation for that fact.

A gentle kiss over bruised skin,

"I think I may have left a mark", Emmrich says after his mouth has left them. Their foreheads are pressed together now, gazes boreing into eachother. They need him more they've needed anything else before. With brave spark, Rook moves one hand to cup him, careful with the pressure. Emmrich fails to bite back a moan.

'"H- Rook~" falls from his lips, tone nothing like they've heard before. Rook loves it.

"Is this ok?"

"Y- Yes. Yes of course it is, dear, but if yo-"

Rook shuts him up with a kiss, biting his bottom lip, inviting themselves in. No, none of that. They've never been sure of anything in their life. Any action they take riddled with 'what ifs' And doubt. But this? Emmrich against them, writhing under their touch? They want more, they *more* and they know it.

It's nearly the hardest thing they've ever done to push him away, but needs must. Emmrich's hands move to their hips, careful to keep his distance, resolve waning by every second. He thinks this is it, Rook has taken the ball from his court and the end approaches. Then he is spun around, back against the Lover's statue.

And Rook is on their knees.

It's the most beautiful peice of art Emmrich has ever seen. The greenery and cobble of the gardens framing their face, open mouth and eyes pleading. Their hands hovering over his fly.

"Please." The mage nearly comes undone from that word alone. His mind repeats 'Rook. Rook. Rook' A million times per second.

"How can I refuse such a pretty request?" In mere moments, he is in Rook's hand. It's been awhile since they've seen a cock, let alone touched one. In a way, he's mesmerising. Eyes raking up from the base to the tip, hand applying different pressures, playing with the expressions Emmrich makes.

They take their hand away, and he can't help the whine he makes, only to nearly collapse as Rook spits in their hand. That should not be as hot as it is, with their mouth inches away from his dick.

It's been a long time since anything but his own hand has touched him. And for it to be beautiful, intelligent, indomitable Rook.

When their mouth touches him, he's holding on by the thinnest thread. They lick up his shaft, lingering teasingly on the head. He's being good, he's being respectful. He's going to loose his fucking mind.

With a pop, they take him. Just the tip but it's nearly enough to send him over. Swirling their tongue, over the slit. And then, down. Halfway, then up. Halfway, then up. Creators, does he taste amazing. Salty and clean in the same measure. Emmrich is uttering their name a thousand times, switching between them.

"Talin" He mumbles and they hum, sending ripples throughout him.

Fully down, with their eyes wide staring straight up at him. He bucks his hips, unable to stop their movement. Rook chokes slightly with the surprise and he would be a damn liar if he said he didn't go wild at the feeling. But he's still holding on-

"Talin- Rook, darling, I'm sorry, I didnt mean-" He stops speaking, words dying in his throat. He thought he knew the depths of this desire before, but he was a fool.

"Fuck. Emmrich." They continue stroking him as they speak, eyes downcast, "you can- you can move if you want."

His hands fall to Rook hair. The pins loose and falling out. It's not much of a braid any more, it'll be non existent by the time he's done.

"Tell me what *you* want, darling."

They swallow, tongue falling out without control. Their eyes are still on his cock. No, he won't make it that easy. He firmly grabs a hold of their chin.

"Look at me, Rook. Tell me what you want."

Rooks eyes shoot to his. Their cheeks that brilliant rose gold. A string of elven falls from their lips and Emmrich feels so proud of himself for elliciting it.

"Creators, Emmrich. Just fucking. Use me."

Snap, everything holding him together crumbles away. Reservations about who they are and where they are dissapearing in the Necropolises cool wind.

Neither has noticed the chill.

Emmrich's hold on Rook's hair tightens, they loose themselves for a brief moment in the esctasy of the sharp sting. Until he pulls them over the head of his cock, hips rising to meet them.

It's a rough, carnal rhythm. Their throat is tight and he can feel the way in clenches around him. Rook's mind goes blank, full and suffocating. Does it last minutes? Hours? They have no idea, lost in noisea of Emmrich above them.

"Good boy. Good girl. So unbelievably perfect for me." He notices the change in tone with each compliment. A pleased hum, a deep moan, somehow both at the same time. He continues to spill forth a litany of adoration, changing the gendered nature of each phrase as he roughly fucks their throat.

Emmrich slows after a moment, letting Rook catch their breath and notices the one hand not gripping his hips for dear life, buried in their lap. His cock rests across their cheek, streaked with running eyeliner. Of all the sights he's seen over the years, of the journeys they've led together, nothing could ever compare to this.

"You looked absolutely wrecked, darling. My, what would the others say if they saw you like this for me?" Emmrich can't help himself, proud of the position he has Rook in, extatic that *he* is who they're on their knees for.

For a split second he's worried he's gone to far when their eyes widen, the gold in the green highlighted by the minimal light. But the most *perverted* sound escapes their throat in response and Emmrich is surprised he had any more composure to loose.

He enters Rook's mouth again slowly, guiding them all the way down, holding for a few seconds until they splutter and tears escape the sides of their eyes and then back up again. They give him the most cock drunk gaze. He feels himself throb in response.

Down and up again, increasing the length he holds them there for. Seeing how much they can take. It's like he hits a button that shuts their brain off, all they can think of is Emmrich and the cock he's burying inside them.

"I'm going to use this lovely throat of yours until I'm satisfied, my dear, and you are going to touch yourself as I do"

The combination of noise and expression Rook makes at his words is utterly sinful, their mouth opening wider, their eyes trained on him. Emmrich moves his hips again, guiding their head with one hand, moving the other to their throat. He can feel himself fill them, feel the bulge everytime he enters to the hilt. Darling Rook, taking him so well. The picture of a a young, intelligent, strong adventurer turned into an utter mess by him.

Rook dutifully follows his instructions, not that their body gives them much choice. They rub themselves through their underclothes, whines bubbling in the back of their throat. Emmrich's leg slips forward slightly, not enough to set him off balanced or distract him from his task, though it's left his boot placed just in front of Rook's crotch.

Perhaps if they were in a less sex addled mind, more full of air, not consumed by the pain of kneeling on hard stone, they would feel any hesitation whatsoever forwhat they're about to do. Maybe they will feel embarrassed for this later, hoping the Emmrich will still look at them the same.

Rook moves their hips and grinds against his boot. The warm leather and humiliation feeling so much better than their hand. Emmrich's eyes open at the touch, barely able to comprehend what he's seeing. His proud lover humping in earnest against his leg, feral and desperate. He's hit his fucking limit.

"Rook- I'm-" He goes to warn them, Rook grabs onto both of his hips, holding him entirely sheathed as he empties himself in their throat. Emmrich sees sparks, speaks a breathless "Talin~" Out into the otherwise still garden air. Rook's eyes roll back in their head, completely wrapped up in subspace. He spasms inside them, they can feel his quickened pulse on their tongue.

He can feel then swallow to their best of their ability, milking out whatever he has to give them. Emmmrich pulls out slowly, enjoying the white that stains Rook's lips. Then it's gone in a moment as they lick it away, then open their mouth to show his remaining seed, and again after they swallow it all down, proud. It's absolutely obscene. He loves it.

"That was. Not how I expected evening to go."

He leans back against monument, fatigue beginning to catch him. He puts himself away and then smooths down Rooks hair as they lean on his knee, humming happily with their eyes closed. It's such a soft frame in comparison to just a few minutes ago. Emmrich's heart feels so full in his chest, every doubt he has had quiet, just for this moment.

"Now, would you like some water, dear?"

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Notes:

Oh! They have a playlist now:

[delta-06]

(MAY CONTAIN SPELLING MISTAKES AHEAD!!!!!!) IMPORTANT AS HELL!!!!

Chat I want to have your honest thoughts

I want to create a community specifically for Gender Neutral / trans (ftm) /male reader as there is not enough content for us or there is but doesn't get much recognition

Reasons?

- Many times I see posts that say Gender Neutral and are more inclined to fem (ex: Reader is gn but as a va. and is described as feminine) and that can cause serious disphoria for many readers who want to just read something that makes them feel safe and ok

- For trans readers, it happend that some writings were heavely not respecting trans readers (I read some stories with trans reader but AGAIN were more inclined towards fem readers :/) so I want to create this space so you don't have to worry about experiencing these unpleasant occasions

Last thing about this: you can write what you want!!! I am not saying you can't!!!!!!

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What can you post?

Basically anything as long as YOU TAG IT TRUTHFULLY AND PUT THE WARNINGS! We do not want accidents.

Many times authors don't tag their things according to their content just to have more likes and honestly it's pretty fucked up

NOT FEMALE READER!!!! IN ANY FUCKING OCCASION!!!!

Who can join?

Anyone, readers and writers all welcome!!

If you have some questions you can comment or send an ask in my inbox! Dont feel afraid <3333

[valcaine]

heyo!!!! I am Val/Valcaine, I use any pronouns, and I am a haudenosaunee & cree artist. I tend to be a bit nervous even when talking about random stuff online so please be patient with me 👁️👁️👍✨✨✨

I like to do the art thing, this entire account is all just fanart. blorbo incarnate

Some posts you might see right now are about mcyt, Technoblade, Philza, Emeraldduo, Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon art, and OC art. but I do occasionally dabble in other things that pique my interest !!! It really depends on what I’m into now.

I also help do art devving things for Realmfall MC. A public minecraft server anyone can join! feel free to take a peek!

I started posting here on July 24th, 2022 !

I have many other platforms I may or may not use, my procreate brushes are included in my gumroad too for anyone that wants em 👁️👁️👍 https://valcaine.carrd.co/

tagging system I think:

#brian soup

complete and utter nonsense that I spew for people to see

#art more like fart

art art art it be my art

#Realmfall MC

posts relating to the minecraft server I make lore posts/art about!

#vals doodle extravaganza

either regular silly doodles or requests!!! I am very slow or too busy to get to them so do be patient

#vals percieving box

I acknowledge you.

Commissions: Open, no slots whatsoever. prices range from $5-$70 Canadian dollars, doesn’t that sound like an amazing and reasonable deal?

I don’t really have a DNI list currently? I would prefer if nobody supports anything or anyone that has done illegal shit, only spreads negativity, or are a NSFW account, (I am a Child) so if this along the lines is you, please show yourself to the door 🙏 this is mostly just a silly goose zone

I no longer do DSMP art due to many of the content creators on the server having been accused as perpetrators (among other things) and I want nothing to do with them, I will still create art of Emerald duo. (And probably their circle)

[right-there-ride-on]

Gyjo in the fandom

cw: light discussion of ableism

Gyjo… what am I thinking about gyjo…

I like them. I like them a lot, actually. They have paralleled narrative arcs, they complement each other nicely, the romantic subtext is incredibly obvious to the point that even the most homophobic fan you know will admit they understand why people ship it… so why do I also have a problem with it?

There’s a lot of good fanart. Hell, I’ve reblogged plenty. Maybe it’s just something that’s more pronounced in fic.

I’m trying to word this correctly. My issue with gyjo has nothing to do with the text itself. I think my problem is just how people portray it in the fandom.

Maybe it’s because it’s so popular, or maybe it’s the sheer prominence of applying ‘Character A’ and ‘Character B’ dynamics without considerable regard for the characters involved, but I feel gyjo is very prone to flanderization. I believe the intersection with how ableist people are toward Johnny (intentionally or not, subtly or not) and the old tropes these two get shoved into makes it so I have trouble enjoying fics in the fandom.

I’m not saying it’s bad to enjoy certain tropes. I’m not saying headcanons are bad either. What I am saying is that writing is hard, but if you’re going to write fanfiction please have consideration for the characters you’re writing. The arcs of these two are complex and multilayered, which is why I think they have such staying power, but I also think they also provide a good opportunity for us as writers and artists to examine our biases when it comes to the portrayal of certain groups, personality types, mental illnesses, queerness, disability, etc. and maybe come out better people for it.

[dog-bonezzzz]

sometimes i feel like some of the hlvrai fandom needs to remember these are not corporate soulless characters owned by rich white guys made solely for profit. the science team (and the others) are a group of stranger's half life gmod improv roleplay characters. the cast members have shown they do check on the fandom from time to time these characters do belong to normal everyday people. be mindful

[good-omens-heritage-posts]

Heritage implies age, these aren’t heritage posts they’re just posts you like

you aren't wrong, i've just decided that maybe that's okay tbh

[comfymoth]

quick question— how do you guys feel about seeing healed self harm scars in art? specifically just healed scars, like, maybe some faint white or pink-ish lines. they wouldn’t be the subject of the drawing at all, but they’d just kinda be there

[dangoulains-devotion]

yuffie has many interesting elements to her but people refuse to move past "i find energetic kids annoying" and it makes me sad

[knifefightandchill]

Okay so I’ve been biting my tongue but figured I might as well get it out already.

piers and chris vent under the cut

I feel like it’s important to point out that Piers was Chris’s lieutenant. He was directly under him. So yeah, he was a higher rank than the rest of the team, but not higher than Chris. And definitely not a high enough rank to have any sort of sway with the brass. If they want Chris back on the field, there’s absolutely nothing Piers can do to fight it.

But besides that;

Piers looks up to him, he cares about him. Hell, Chris scouted him, trained him. They were friends. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if he jumped at the chance to find him and bring him back.

He’s also a 26 year old soldier, I doubt he had any idea the extent of Chris’s mental issues. He’s drunk when Piers shows up after all. In fact, I doubt the BSAA cared or had the time to do a full psych work up on him before flinging him into Lanshiang.

Chris is unhinged, he’s reckless, he’s blinded by vengeance. But his actions are still his own fault. He shouldn’t be out in the field in any capacity. In fact, I feel like he shoulda been sedated and brought to a hospital. But he’s clear headed enough to know what he’s doing, he just doesn’t care about the consequences. He’s got tunnel vision. That’s not an excuse, that’s an explanation. He’s still responsible.

He tries to blame it all on Carla, but the blood of his own team in Lanshiang is also on his hands.

In fact, Piers points that out! “If you hadn’t been blinded by vengeance, we could have prevented some of those deaths.” Shit, they then get in a whole fight over it.

There’s another time I can think of off the top of my head where Piers points out he’s being reckless earlier on in the game. Chris shuts it down with the whole soldier thing.

So, if Piers knows something is wrong, why does he keep following him?

1; that’s his friend, 2; that’s his captain, and 3; if Chris goes out there on his own in the state that he’s in he will get himself killed.

I’m tired of this idea that Piers is some sort of powerful asshole that forces Chris into bad situations and is therefore responsible for all of Chris’s actions. It’s so dumb.

Piers isn’t some stupid manipulative person. From what we see he’s genuine, loyal, and even caring. He cared about continuing to fight the good fight, to help end bioterrorism. And he cared about Chris. He sacrificed himself for both. For the future.

I can understand loving a character a lot, but you can still recognize their faults. I love Chris, I do, but he did stupid shit and that’s on him. And that’s okay! Because fave characters aren’t always pure and innocent. and that’s fine! 

If you don’t like piers, then don’t like him. but don’t mischaracterize him to make others look good.

don’t make up some long-winded reason as to why and put it in the character tag for fuck’s sake. also talking about people who write him is unnecessary.

Because it’s rude to those who actually like the character. I thought that was an old tumblr rule to keep discourse out of the tags??  It feels so inflammatory. Which I’m sure it is. But it irritated me to the point where I bit the bait. fandom is supposed to be fun, if you’re gonna be negative like that keep it to yourself. 

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

[maximkischin-e]

hi! i finally got my CV blog set up :]

i'm looking for people to follow, if you post or reblog castlevania game content please like, rb or reply to this post! no need to follow-back if you don't want to!

[this-charming-primevalmusic]

EXACTLY

one big thing i think people outside fandom (like, all fandoms, fandom in general, not any particular one) tend to misunderstand is they know it's a subculture of people who are weirdly deeply invested in fictional media, and they hear about drama caused by people in those subcultures being unhinged in not-fun ways, and they think the unhingedness comes from the fact of being overinvested in works of fiction.

which is a natural assumption, but in my experience that's not really the case? like in my experience the drama llamas in fandom are usually not the ones who are just genuinely very deeply into the fiction. i've known people who are basically thinking about star trek or x-men comics or supernatural pretty much 100% of their free time and ime that type of person is usually very nice and surprisingly functional in their regular life. when someone's a constant nexus of fandom drama it's usually not that they are obsessed with the actual work of fiction the fandom is about, it's at least one of the following:

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but their unhealthy parasocial relationships with one or more of the people who created it

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but some elaborate shared-universe subset of fanfic about it that's only barely related to the original at this point, and/or an esoteric reading-against-the-text reinterpretation of the source material (often if the canon is active and ongoing this leads to becoming actively hostile toward it for its inevitably increasing failure to conform to their preferred fanon)

what they're obsessed with is not the source material but the fandom itself and gathering clout within it, so that the source material basically only exists to them as a tool for scoring points in increasingly arcane fandom disputes

and very often you get the same person doing 2 and sometimes even all 3 of these, and that's where the trouble really starts

[neverendingford]

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[hershelwidget]

Hey chat I designed a bunch of demons and I’m kind of proud of them so here’s a rare post that has barely anything to do with The AU

These first three are grouped together for their human-like appearances and are called Kindred, Bloodlust, and Mourning Demons respectively!

These second three are grouped for their more object-like appearances and are Wave, Colour, and Elemental Demons!

More info under the cut :)

Kindred Demons naturally appear the most like whatever they were in life before they died, and are the Only types of Demons that can come from passing on. They become a bit more fluffy, gain some eyes and emphasized limbs, and they are so so sweet!

Bloodlust Demons are relatively chill and are often compared to gargoyles. Despite what the name implies, they usually only hunt for Aviary Demons, which are not shown here. They typically appear more muscular than the other species, which gives them a leg up on certain tasks in Hell!

Mourning Demons always carry their oars with them, even when they’re not doing their duty of skimming the… “water” in Hell. Their long and beautiful cloaks combined with their object-heads and ethereal eyes give them an almost Angelic vibe!

Wave Demons manifest as actual light waves, and favour infared and micro above all of the other types. They are perfectly visible to their neighbours (Bloodlust!) but other Demons usually have a harder time seeing them. As an ongoing bit, a few Waves at a time will band together and form a Microwave (the appliance)!

Colour Demons are like small comets of pure colour, and are close relatives of the Wave and Aviary variants. They have a massive size range, and can be anywhere between 5 cm to 7 km in length. A group of 3+ Colours is called a Palette, and 2 or more Palettes together can form something called a Siphonophoric, which is like the Auroras here!

Elemental Demons are very interesting because there is exactly one for each Periodic Element. They are completely invulnerable and immortal until that element no longer exists in the Living Realm, so ones like Iron and Hydrogen are going to be around a long time!

Some bonus images!!!

Two more Kindreds, Puppy & a concept for Harry if he was one. Kindred and Mourning Demons share similar naming customs, where their names are directly based on What they are or their most notable features. As such, Harry’s name as a Kindred might shift to Otter, or Suitor. Though, let it be known that Puppy is actually a sheep, they are called Puppy due to their dog-like ears and fur!

Jovice, a Bloodlust! At this point I’d like to mention that a Bloodlust’s horns and ears are their most prized and protected body parts. Getting their ears pierced or their horns engraved, especially with the idea of someone else in mind, is a really big deal. Doing something like that is sometimes how Bloodlusts propose! That’s exactly what Jovice is hyping themself up in the mirror to do.

A Mourning called Geometrica. It’s a bit hard to tell, but their oar is broken. For a Mourning, getting their oars damaged or lost in any way is like getting one’s heart broken, and they get either incredibly aggressive or antisocial as a result. On similar note, they do not depict emotions the same way Humans do, so while Geometrica looks calm and even a bit happy here, they are about to stab who they’re looking at with their broken oar in a fit of rage.

Wow, that’s the image limit ^^; I’ll be sure to do more posts about these Demon types in the future, they are REALLY fun to think of and design!

[axvwriter]

I feel like if I ever ask anyone if they’re afab or amab then my brain has gotten completely confused. I want to know what pronouns ya want me to use as I don’t want to be mean or rude.

There are times where my mind gets things confused or just fails to understand things. Like for a long while I simply failed to understand ftm and mtf until I one day saw it spelled out as female transitioned male. (Or something close to that and I’ve misremembered the exact words.) Which seeing it spelled out finally got my mind to click. That ftm basically means trans-man.

And that trans-man means identifies as a man. Which I felt real stupid once I thought about it. Like why would trans man possibly mean identifying as a woman? If you’re identifying as a man, using woman would make no sense. Yet my stupid brain failed to connect those dots until more dots basically drew the line for me. Absolute facepalm.

Though I feel like I could get myself confused about terminology as afab and amab simply because I’ve been seeing a few people use it instead of saying cis woman or cis man. I suppose afab is technically correct for cis women but isn’t afab (assigned female at birth) and amab (assigned male at birth) usually used in cases where that person no longer identifies with their agab (assigned gender at birth)?

When writing about a cis person when genitalia are relevant, why can’t they just say cis woman or cis man?

What’s with some people thinking cis is a slur? Do they think it’s short for being called a sissy? Or do people naturally bristle when being called a word they don’t recognize? Shouldn’t the more natural response be to look up or ask the meaning of a word they don’t know?

For anyone who doesn’t know, Cis is basically the opposite of Trans. Trans and Cis are latin prefixes. (The links are to merriam-webster dictionary if ya want all the possible definitions.) Cis isn’t a made up word to insult people who aren’t trans. We use words like cis as that’s simpler and shorter than saying people who aren’t trans.

y'know what? I'm gonna say it

asking if someone is afab or amab is transphobic

the only people who need to know what gender you were assigned at birth are medical professionals and potentially sexual partners. otherwise, there is literally no reason anyone needs to know your agab

"but I have trauma with amab people" "but afab people are annoying" that sounds like a you problem and does not justify asking people what's in their pants. because that is what you are doing – just with politically correct terminology

you cannot call yourself a trans ally and then ask to know what's in someone's pants. end of story

(also? some people aren't afab or amab. neither sex nor gender are binary)

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not to be a cringe gatekeeper but I hate when ppl say "emergency commissions" and you look and it's just them wanting money. like, idk, I think of "emergency commissions" as having some sort of thing you need to pay half past now or you're fucked (like an electricity/water bill or smthing), not like "at some point I may need money for food in the future maybe" like okay that's not an emergency than that's just... commissions lol?