#ilidari

[missmeleni]

An Illidari deep in contemplation. Probably thinking about how much she adores her demon daddy 8) 

[serpentwined]

I saw those Illidan glasses and I went for it

[stef-mad-arts]

A midway form i dea for my Demon hunter or perhaps something that goes better with the main model venegance have but nastier.

[smokingveil]

Vampire: The Masquerade quiz

Congratulations! You are a Toreador. Vampires often say that if the Ventrue are the mind of the Camarilla, the Toreador are its soul. And if you ever meet a Toreador, this paradigm makes sense - they are the epitome of beauty, lust and passion. Seductive, emotional and glamorous, the Toreador are mainly responsible for the stereotype of the vampire that seduces prey with their beauty and sensuality. And if you were chosen for this clan, you probably held that belief too.  Toreador are possibly the most ‘’human’’ out of all the vampire clans. Paradoxically, this is also their curse, as Toreadors will spend more time than any other vampires lamenting their lost humanity. As such, Toreadors channel their inner melancholy into admiring, and even creating works of art. As a Toreador, you play an essential role in maintaining the image of grace and civility of the Camarilla, the ruling body of vampire society.

Traditionally speaking, Toreador is the clan of artists, actors, musicians, writers and poets. In the modern times, the progressive wing of the clan has taken to embracing members of the newer arts, such as graphic designers, graffiti artists, CGI technicians, Wall Street brokers, and game developers. While members of the old guard see this as a dilution of their values, younger vampires view it as a necessary step to stay relevant in the modern times.

Nevertheless, Toreadors bickering over what can be considered true art is as eternal as their curse. And now you’re going to take part in that debate for God knows how many hundreds of years. Who knows, maybe you’re going to be the one that finally solves it.

Clan Traits:

Physical beauty

Closer to humans than any other vampires

Empathy

Accomplished artists, musicians, actors, writers, poets

Influential leaders of vampiric society Tagged by: @olivia-lovecraft Tagging: @thalsianiii @cypris-thalsian @netherstrike​ @dasacht​ @jacobdcheshyre​ (any oc)

Quiz: Here

[freakxwannaxbe]

Danarien Dawnfire , Ilidari OC (World of Warcraft) - A commission done for a friend

This was the last commission I took on before I decided to go on a commission hiatus, and hoo boy was it a piece of work.

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Latest works by B.E. LeSharia

They will turn against me, in my sleep.

My bed was that of an empty cave.  I once relished it's peace, my time spent alone in it's self warmth. Now, after you have filled it with your scent and love, it seems far too big than i recall. Your light revealing so much more than i ever noticed. It's a vast plain now, not a cave. There's so much to fill, so much to cover, it makes me feel bare and open. lonely. I cover it with pillows and blankets, but they don't provide the warmth, the kind of light, that you did. The unmatching comforters all pile together, like a gang teaming against me, as they too miss your feel. Your skin to my sheets now don't seem to bring pleasure as i lay within them.  I don't even understand how i once enjoyed this loneliness. It burns my soul now. Can't you just come lay in this bed some more? I fear the sheets tangling me in a nightmarish hell in your absence. Please come back to me soon.

Drip drop

Words fall through my mind as rain. Never lingering in the wind that blows through my emotions, shattering my being in a mixed confusion of emotions and words. Unsure of which breeze or words will land and for me to hold onto, i let them fall. Any or all could be a false, that i can not accept.

Petal dance

Blossoming blooms with fortunes unknown dance in the breeze fluttering to the unknown. Softly, slowly leaving a naked soul, cold and alone, it shivers in disgrace, unaware of the colder world it's covers explore.

Boxed in heart

My heart is in a box.A box i held onto tightly.Awaiting for give to my lover.But she broke my heart and it shattered within the box.Causing cracks i can not close.As time goes on, wannabe lovers steal pieces of my heart through the cracks.No matter their true intent, good or ill.They pull the pieces out against my will.Breaking the box more and more.Till no more pieces remain and i am left with a broken box.

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Works by; B.E.LeSharia

I forgot

I didn’t know it would hurt so much. I didn’t think this would be the worse, I thought so many other pains, the whip to my back, the shackles to my wrists and ankles, the burning and aching of flesh and muscle. I thought they could hurt the most. I was sure i had felt all other pains. Certain i couldn’t feel anything worse than i already had. Yet, lo and behold.  I am broken in a way you could never break me. Save for in this moment. As i lay to the floor, unsure of anything left within the world. I forgot, what love could do to a person.

Bleeding

As i lay, staring at my trembling fingers, wondering how i got here, my mind can’t help wondering back to you.  How could i say such things to you? How could i push you away? Wasn’t I the one suppose to be hurt? The one to bleed? The one to be beaten? The submissive? So why is it that i only see your blood on my hands?

I’m sorry

I know you might not hear me.I know you might not want to hear me.I know you might be too far to hear me.I know you might be closed off from me.I know you might want to ignore me.To talk over me.To scream and blame me and only me.I’m sorry.I’ll pray and repeat it over and over again.Filling it within my heart.Letting it spill out and to flood the world.I’m not sorry.I will be selfish.I will fill the world with my apology.But i wont be sorry for that.

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Bel’s outfit for @thelaceloungewra opening tomorrow (sunday) night at 5pm server!