#editted

[d4tura808]

HII GUYS IM BACK WITH DIGITAL ART

[fxxncy]

DYNAMICS!! WOO!! GYMNASTICS!!! no wait- ✦•┈⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋯⋅⋅⋅⋯⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅⋅⋯⋅⋯⋅┈•✦ So I did that one trend with the YB cast + my YB oc and I don't think it turned out that good (well, fae atleast didn't) but hey atleast i did something today >_< What is this homestuck shipping quadrant bullshi-

While i was painting peters face I lowkey felt like ↗

[trickstarbrave]

WIP Whenever

I GOT TAGGED BY @thescrolls-haveforetold !!

we've got a serious picture of my little idiot ahkrinaak <;3 im also working on secret santa stuff but NO ONE can see those. not yet.

also i have some moon and star spoilers im really happy with >:) cw for blood

ALSO TAGGING: @boethiahspillowbook @soundwavefucker69 @orfeoarte @caliblorn and @mulberrycafe (if you guys wanna)

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He hissed as the blade hit skin, slowly peeling away layers of gold to reveal deep, crimson red. 

“Good boy,” Nerevar cooed to him softly, praising him for his resolve. “You’re doing so well for me.” The praise was enough to make his mind feel hazy, gasping and groaning. It hurt—that was obvious. It stung and burned, every little breeze on the injury like fire. The ache though was a reminder of his dedication: proof of his devotion and love. Voryn would only allow Nerevar to hurt him in this way, and would gladly take the pain from his beloved’s hands. Hands that were all at once so violent and gentle, so loving and destructive. 

Finally, it was finished, and Voryn breathed in a sigh, healing spell in hand. He made sure to heal it slowly, stitching the wound shut carefully. He needed it to scar properly after all, leaving Nerevar’s brand on him for all to see. Voryn smiled fondly however as he traced his hand over it; it wasn’t Nerevar’s full name, just the first letter. N—Neht. What Voryn called him so fondly, engraved on his skin in a large enough symbol that it was impossible to deny.

“I thought it would be better like this.” Nerevar explained with a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I’m not that good at it after all, and my name has too many damn letters.”

“I love it.” Voryn whispered back, reverence in his voice. It would be more legible like this with Nerevar’s clumsy technique. He was not trained in it, after all, and anything more complicated would take an artist’s hand.

Luckily for Voryn, he was in fact an artist.

“Lay down on your stomach.” Voryn mumbled after a few soft, messy kisses. “It’s your turn.”

Obediently—if not excitedly—Nerevar moved off him to lay on his belly, practically buzzing with anticipation. 

Voryn remembered, knife in hand as he crawled on top of Nerevar once more, old Velothi stories and ways their people used to tell fortunes. A mark on your back was often interpreted as from the future, for you couldn’t see the future coming. A mark on the front of one’s body was, by extension, from the past. He wondered if the Three knew that when they placed the moon and star on his chest, if that Ashlander woman was to be believed. 

An injury to the back was at once sacred and profane for the chimer. Hidden attacks and stabs in someone’s back were the ways of Mephala and to some extension Boethiah. To stab someone in the back was an attempt to destroy or change their future, and usually an attempt to cut their life short. But here he didn’t want to take Nerevar’s life, though he knew the other would let him in all of his tender vulnerability at this moment. 

If Nerevar thought it was his future--his destiny--that Voryn would leave him, Voryn would change that. With the knife in hand, Voryn would carve away all the parts of his future that would keep them apart, and make his mark on Nerevar’s very flesh so that it could never be denied. Let the Good Daedra smite him for his hubris if they must, but there must be a reason they marked his chest and left his back bare. 

Nerevar hissed softly at the sting of the blade, fingers clenching and unclenching as Voryn wrote his own name in daedric script across Nerevar’s left shoulder. It would leave his sword arm still free to move with ease while it healed if he needed to fight, and also Voryn found himself drawn to the left side of his body at the moment, pulled to leave his mark there. 

As he carved, slicing skin off in a way that would be sure to scar as cleanly as possible, it became rhythmic and almost trance-like. Red bloomed under the knife, moving down his trapezius to pool along his spine, or slid down the deltoid muscle to the blankets. In the dark, the blood looked more and more black than it did red, mesmerizing as Voryn continued his careful work. The lustful, burning need gave way to something even more primal; a compulsion, an instinct, a drive. He had for so long had the urge to carve his name into Nerevar’s body and repressed it, fearing what kind of a violent, selfish lover that would make him. Yet now, blade in hand and on bloodied sheets, he felt at peace, as though such an act was written in fate. 

Finally, Voryn finished the last letter of his name, the same as the one on his thigh: neht. It was oddly fitting, as though the two of them came full circle, a closed loop. He cast a healing spell on Nerevar’s shoulder, smiling fondly as he stitched the wounds shut carefully so that they would scar as well, before turning his attention to the blood that pooled along his lover’s spine.

“Voryn~” Nerevar moaned sweetly as Voryn lapped it up. It tasted particularly metallic right now; perhaps it was the alcohol in his system or the heavy feeling that clung in the air he had no name for, but he savored the taste all the same. 

“We’re connected.” Voryn whispered with bloodied lips against the pale gold of Nerevar’s skin. Voryn then was hit with deja vu as he remembered saying almost the same when they first made love. Perhaps they really had come full circle; the first time they knew each other’s bodies was just the start of them shedding off everything they used to conceal their love and desires. Now, they had finally completed the cycle, fully open with one another, and fully bound. “Neht…” Voryn whispered with reverence as he continued lapping up the blood from his spine, before trailing his lips up the vertebrae he could feel through his skin, coaxing shiver after shiver from his lover, and placed one last, almost devout kiss between his shoulder blades, before Nerevar rolled over and took Voryn by the waist with him. 

[thenightshift-interactive]

Hello there 👋

I just wanted to ask, and hopefully not in a pushy way, but I am a romance fanatic and I just wanted to ask if you had any plans for romance in this game? I saw that you wanted to keep the details reserved for now, but from the few snippets of writing that I've been reading from you over and over again I just can't wait for how you'd write romance??? If that makes sense????

Just know that I'm locked in for whatever but also super looking forward to just learning more about this.

Hm. Curiosity killed the cat?

The answer is yes but in a weird way. There will be softer moments of course. Also, also- very much only consensual content in this game. And it's very much also a lot of characters thinking "I can fix them" but with different ideas and ideals of what "fix" actually means

[rommonoch]

Hello 👋 you can call me Rommonoch or a shortened version if you want, I post my art here (mostly traditional) also some edits and random photography. 

Though I'm 18+, my blog would be more 16+ (likely some gore and innuendos), a more mature audience just without too much of the spice, still a friendly and welcoming blog for most people.

You can find me on these socials: (note some are still new and I have not posted anything yet) 🔴 to be activated 🟠 rarely active 🟢 active

TikTok

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Socials to be used eventually.

Reblog/now side blog: @rommsie (it's a messy blog still)

Multi-fandom and multi-ship, because it’s always fun having more than one thing to enjoy, at least there is variety for everyone to enjoy :D Please no hate, this should be a safe space.

Just a little addition: English is not my first language nor my second :)

[roodllle]

Gonna do my list of what I hope the Elden Ring DLC will provide before they do any teasers, not expecting all of this to be included but here's to hoping

Gloam Eyed Queen, the fact that she was an Empyrean is fascinating to me. The fact that not the Greater Will but Marika didn't want death is also fascinating to me. Anyways I hope her design is awesome and would love to see a beautiful ball gown style but made out of Gods’ skins

A Radagon/Marika combo explanation, at least a broad one. Can they at least answer: were the two always one person?

What the fuck is going on in that one big cave with the giant throne with the giant corpse surrounded by hundreds of petrified corpses all being guarded by a Dragonkin Soldier?

Miquella boss fight, while I'm here I'm going to speculate that Miquella isn't as saintly as he comes off as. Just the fact that he was great with charm magic and that the Albinaurics weren't allowed into the Haligtree is really weird to me. Or maybe they're going to do the 20th 'was once a good man now corrupted by *spins wheel* blood'.

Speaking of Miquella, do him and Malenia have shades? Or is it that Malenia devoted so much of herself to her brother that she just became a stand-in?

Godwyn, his design is so cool, I want to see that thing in action.

Unless we've already seen her corpse, I wonder if we'll meet Boc's mom or I should rather say, the Demi Humans' Mother.

There’s probably some stuff I’m not thinking of like...everything to do with Glintstone Sorcery, that stuff’s kind of a big deal lore wise.

And the most likely to not be in the dlc: more content of what the demigods were like before the shattering. At least in hidden lore sentences.

Update: omg what's up with Melina, she has to be a child of Marika but???

[matarsack]

Loveletting | Ville Valo | 2022