#evil rook

[woundedsoul12]

Happy birthday @nightfurmoon @sombra-oscura4 my love ❤️❤️❤️

Have a little NSFW monster Spite. As a treat

This pair is from Unwavering Spite this is my evil!Rook and Abomination!Spite

“My love-”

Spite would never tire of how Rook called him. My love. My demon. My Spite. My. My. My. Fingers and mouth claiming like words. Dragging along skin. Bruises and pain and bites when excited. Just how Spite liked it. Hands and teeth and flesh. Until Rook screamed for him. Until she begged him for mercy.

Their favorite game. In a building she told him was once for a false God. A Maker. But there were no gods now save for them. Sunlight filtering through broken glass images of a woman and her followers. Men with swords. The swirls of magic. Colors colliding and falling down to illuminate the pair. As she straddled him on some high dais. Slick with sweat and chest heaving with effort.

“I love you,” she exhales with a shaky breath. More hands than she can count holding her up. Eyes fluttering closed as fingers slip around her throat. Relaxing completely into his embrace as he takes over. She's exhausted but he can go for hours. Driving, pounding, searing with heat. Touching everywhere she's most sensitive. Knowing just what she likes after so long together. A teasing tug on each pert nipple, while a hand creeps lower to swirl between her thighs at the perfect pressure. Until she shatters and screams. Wolf grin splitting his face as he howls with triumph.

Rook love Spite, and Spite love Rook. Forever. Claimed like the name he carved into her flesh. Now a scar on her shoulder. Her own name mirrored across his chest. Blood magic binding for all eternity. Never to leave each other again.

“Good Rook. So perfect for Spite.”

[marchwardenofmordor]

“We saw you across the bar and we like your vibe…”

[ithelan-ahn]

Base sketch of Ithelan’ahn. Trying to test out that sort-of Netflix Castlevania art style.

(I coloured it yesterday but fucking hated it, so please. Any colouring / shading tips you have are v welcome and much appreciated)

[jollybone]

Broken is also known as the Executor of the cult since he likes to hunt down his victims and kill them with his bare hands. Broken is the cult version of my OC Deputy Joshua Harris

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[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Kind of feeling really unmotivated and uninterested in my work so I’m sorry for the lack of posts! I’m trying to push through the slump and get back to being excited about the Ben Ten fandom and my Au’s so here’s some Dark Timeline AU content!

Dark Rook-

Bearing multitudes of scars from before and after taking down the Plumbers he rules over his territory with power.

His outfit is a mix of Earth clothing, his traditional attire from Revonnah and ProtoTech armor, the moth engraved on the front being a symbol that he and his followers use (a comet moth he gifted to Thana on their birthday).

The pink lightning like scar is from a backlash of power from Charm Caster as she attempted a resurrection spell to bring back Thana from the dead. She also bears this scarring along her face. It dully glows in the dark.

As for Dark Rook’s physical features, his fur is much longer and shaggier then he kept it while he was a Plumber. He keeps his claws out almost constantly and bears his fangs more. Overall, much more animal like. His left eye is also blind. It was damaged badly during his fight with Animo the day Thana was killed (the two smaller out side scars) but was still working until a few years later from Ben in Rath form (the scar through the middle) leaving that eye completely blind.

As always if you have any questions, please drop me an ask!

[woundedsoul12]

Anyway long story short I have had some stuff go on the last few weeks. Physically I have had some health issues. I'm sure people have noticed I have slowed down on writing and reading works. And I have like 150 comments to sort through again.

But today is a good day. Not sure how long this good day is going to last but we are going to take it. And with that being said here's another drabble.

Little follow up to Evil!Rook x Monster!Spite from Unwavering Spite for the prompt fill 'I will trace every inch of you with my tongue'

NSFW of course

Rook wasn't sure what had been easier. Defeating the Evanuris, or betraying Solas and leaving his dead corpse to rot in the streets of Minrathous. With her demon, she was unstoppable. The entire world bowing to her whims. Her power growing daily as legions fell beneath her sway.

Now, there was one final task. One last promise to keep as she relaxed across the Archon's throne. Spinning the lyrium dagger in hand as she grinned. Spite's many eyes watching her movements as he licked his too wide mouth with open hunger. Unsure if it was excitement at their plan nearly complete, or a more carnal desire that drove him as he stalked forward.

"Rook," he purred as he leaned down. A hand petting her cheek while another closed around her bare hip. She was naked, as was his request. Always ready whenever his more base needs rode him too hard.

"Yes, my demon," she replied as she dragged the dagger along the swirling black of his skin. Watching with interest when he shivered at the razor edge cutting a single drop of blood along his flesh.

"Spite wants to taste. Trace every inch of Rook til Rook screams for Spite."

She laughed at those words. Her head falling back as she gave him his favorite view. Lazily throwing her leg over the arm of the chair as she motioned for him to come closer.

"Alright then, my love. Whatever you want, I am yours."

[woundedsoul12]

Thursday Bangers part tres

Um... this is for @sombraoscura4 @nightfurmoon no one else look!!

This is um... monster spite x evil rook. I don't do them often but um here this lyric was appropriate

I would burn the world to bring some heat to you - Hymn to Virgil Hozier

Again no tags just don't look at the trash

Rook was gone. Locked away. Stupid wolf took her. Forced her in a prison so he could be free.

But there was nothing that would stop Spite. Prevent the demon from his love. Not after all they had been through. Promises in blood. Pain sharp like citrus on his tongue. The scent of betrayal in his nose as he tracked Pride through the streets of her home.

Perched on the rooftops as he calculated his next move. His too wide mouth snapping in annoyance as his wings flared behind him.

Spite would kill the wolf. Lay his pelt at Rook's feet as he cut her from the Fade. He would tear the Veil himself if it meant seeing her again. Plunge the world into chaos if he could hold her once more.

She was his only reason. His only meaning. And without her, he was lost.

“Spite love Rook,” he croaked as he pressed one of his many hands to his chest. Swearing vengeance against the ache he found there. He would bring her back, or destroy the world trying. For without his love, there was no reason to exist.

[marchwardenofmordor]

HERE

have Cerridion/Ithelan’ahn now that he’s gone full black swan with it

He’s been your friend up until now. He has made you strong, seen you win.

He has rallied you to freedom, has opposed Fen’harel and has deceived you so well he has even deceived himself into believing he’s a hero.

But at the Archon’s Palace, just as he is about to land the final blow upon Elgar’nan, he remembers his mandate. He leans down and kisses his god tenderly upon the lips before whispering to him so softly, ‘my vengeance is not for you,’ as he places the dagger in Elgar’nan’s hand, his touch like a ghost. Light. Reverent.

“I wish for you to kill Fen’harel whilst wearing my illusion, and I yours, so that I may trick him as he has tricked me and see myself stab him as he stabbed my dear friend. So that, if his blood magic still poisons my mind, he may witness the crime of his own murder through my eyes. And then, we betray him twofold; for the illusion will shatter, and he will see that this dagger was placed there by you, and the true glory of ending that mangy mutt will be yours.”

((And Elgar’nan is bricked tf up because where the fuck did Cerridion even come from? He’s supposed to be the good guy but holy shit that’s evil and the coldest fucking revenge he’s ever been privy to and he’s pulling Elgar’nan’s cock the biggest Lady Macbeth move known to man. Cerridion’s had them all caught in his web. But what can I say? When in Tevinter yadda yadda so on and so forth))

Come on, Elgar’nan. You should know by now that one of your faithful would not bend to promises of riches or glory, no matter how he loves you, nor how tempting you are. A true follower of yours seeks burning, freezing, ruthless bloody vengeance and will lie, cheat and purloin anything to achieve it.