#loviatan

[playpurpur]

loviatar linocut patches🩸⛓️🪢 this linocut is based on stephanie pui-mun law’s illustration of loviatar’s symbol in faiths and pantheons (2002).

one of my favorite gods in the realms for obvious reasons. i read maiden of pain last year and it was def one of the more perverted forgotten realms novels i’ve read, although probably still not as perverted as your average wattpad fanfiction.

[monoscribe]

[demonwebs]

meet me at our spot tonight .

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒.

VHAAL'KRIN CANINES PEEK THROUGH HIS CROOKED SMILE, unapologetically amused as he sheds the pretense of coyness; there was seldom a time when it was needed around Nahris. This was one of the things he enjoyed the most about her—she was clever enough to see through his masks, unlike the others, but indifferent enough not to pass judgment. The drow chuckles; dry, but genuine, shaking his head in a way that made his high ponytail swing. "You do hear how that sounds like you're going to murder me, yes?" It's rhetorical, and given her propensity towards finding joy in torture, you can't blame a guy for being a little suspicious.

He's still going to show up, of course.

Curiosity has always far superseded caution when it came down to decision-making; he's a drow after all. Death is inevitable, but boredom is not; fun ought to be actively, relentlessly pursued, as far as he's concerned, and Nahris has yet to disappoint him. Even her problems are interesting.

"Very well," Vhaal'krin concedes with a shrug, pushing himself off the wall with the heel of his boots; he doesn't ask, as the request alone seems to imply some level of urgency, or at the very least, need for privacy. "I'll come find you, Mistress. Do try to surprise me, yes? Things have been rather dull around here."

[sssseth]

jar jar binks has 17 dicks, you need to do better

He waves off her idle attempts at chatter with his clawed hand, as if dismissing a particularly nagging fly.

"I don't know what that is," he will admit to this much—an aberration of some kind, if he were to guess. "But as far as I can tell you have none... and therefore no stake in this conversation. Move along now," another wave of his hand. Mortals are particular obsessed with this appendage it seems—he will take note.

[demonwebs]

✌️

Send “✌️” for two words my muse would describe yours as.

"Cruel Mistress."

[demonwebs]

come here kitty kitty, you’re so pretty pretty

❝ mmm ? ❞ he purrs , fingers neatly fucked under the jut of his chin as he leans into her , sluggish eyes and a playful smile on his lips . that's one way to grab his attention .

[fina1act]

what’s for dinner? i’m famished.

›   𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ╱ always accepting.

raphael watched her with amusement while the devil's lips carved a dangerously wicked smirk. such a demanding little thing. but raphael was a gracious host and snapped his fingers without taking his eyes off her. out of the infernal flames, materialised a banquet of delicious food. he leans in seductively, ❛ and if this does not sate your hunger. i have a delicious treat waiting for you in the dungeons. a reward for all your hard work. ❜

[unascended]

👀 are you filing your teeth or is that all ✨natural✨

@loviatan requested an honest answer.

HIS FANGS FLASHED LIKE POLISHED IVORY. It was an impish little grin. He was caught, and whatever anxiety he may have felt about it was swallowed down to play the game. Placing a mock-offended hand over his unbeating heart, Astarion's head cocked back and a high laugh rocked his body.

"My dear I assure you, everything about me is quite unnatural." Humor fled his expression and his gaze snapped to meet hers, red eyes very nearly glowing in the low-light. Or were they actually glowing? "But no, I'm not filing my teeth. The fangs are real, if that's what you're wondering. And I'm perfectly capable of keeping them to myself. Unless you ask nicely."