#tilith

[symonynii]

hi. bf x lc collab much much bigger deal than i thought. arc tilith vargas units, new emojis, bf1 ishgria arc crossover quest. multiple sprites as shown by arc ass shot. eu exclusive evil tilith alt sprite. fancy poster giveaway. first digital render release of the bf1 artbook cover. coming out globally as well but livestream doesn't start until middle of the night tonight. will link both eng and jp versions in a rb

[legendsnjk]

Here are some of the requests I received from my 500 follower raffle.

[rokkzalm]

Loving Goddess Tilith

FD7AA1 / FDDA6F / 65CD7F / 7FFDFD / 84749D

[thestellarsage]

Here's Tilith in a colorful rash guard, designed by me! And she's holding a surfboard made of a boron nitride nanotube-reinforced imidized polymer. If you'd like, you can draw her wearing this suit in your style.

Art by Nayelimoon29, commissioned by me.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Night of Bloody Velvet: A Earl Von Morgan and Tilith story.

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

One of the many functions a diplomat must adhere to is that of attending dignified parties, looking your best, and speaking often while at the same time saying very little. So when the ambassador of the geode species held a party celebrating his off springs birthing day, Earl Von Morgan was obligated to attend and put all of the three too good use. Though after two hours of “mingling” Morgan was feeling so bored out of his mind he pondered that if he leapt from the nearest window to make his escape whether or not he could survive the fall or break every bone in his body from the attempt.

As another server passed by Morgan’s table he finally caved and reached for a glass from their polished serving tray. He had resisted the drinks as long as he could to maintain his wits, but now he was in dire need of some sort of healthier distraction than fantasizing about his plunge from a five story building.

The server had not even bothered to stop for him as he reached out and it was only by the slimmest amount of luck that he was able to grab hold of a glass and remove it without spilling its contents all over his formal attire. He watched the agitated server continue their skillful shuffling through the crowded ballroom before looking down at his drink and realizing he hadn’t the faintest idea what it was.

“I wouldn’t sip that if I were you;” came a soft familiar voice from behind, “I doubt human organs are strong enough to handle it.”

Morgan recognized the voice near instantly and stood up with a smile turning to see his counterpart ambassador Tilith. Her hive body was adorned with a gown of the finest silks Morgan had ever seen in reds and oranges so vivid it was as if looking at a roaring fire bellowing in the wind. Her face was hidden behind a veil of silver strands, but beneath one could see the outline of her mandibles as she spoke.

“You underestimate a human’s capacity for otherwise toxic beverages.” Morgan boasted, puffing out his chest playfully. “Why I once entered a drinking contest of my homeland and damn near sent the beer hall into bankruptcy with my thirst!”

Tilith chuckled at the boast and drew up alongside him as they walked away from the table and into the milling crowds. “I’m sure you did, though I am most sure that liquid mercury is quite different from your normal beverages.”

Morgan looked at Tilith at this statement, and then back at the silver liquid drink in his hand as the realization struck him. When no one was looking he swiftly deposited the lethal beverage on a nearby table and turned around back to Tilith.

“If I were a paranoid man I would say that the geode ambassador just tried to have me murdered.” Morgan said half-heartedly. Tilith put a calming taloned hand on his shoulder.

“The geode’s drink it as easily as you fill your lungs with air.” She remarked offhand, her head turning back to the ballroom as the other guests continued to dance and mingle. “Besides, I would hardly think this party for dignitaries would be a spot for an assassination.”

“My dear, we are in a room full of politicians,” Morgan said, “there is no more likely place for someone to die in the entire galaxy.”

As the party continued into the night Morgan had rarely left Tilth’s side, and if he had been reading Tilith’s subtle body language Tilith was enjoying the company as much as he was. Morgan enjoyed being a real politician, the quietness of a small room with other likeminded fellows debating each other in politics, looking for weaknesses to exploit and deals to be made. These parties were nothing more than showing up, looking important and then fending off the tidal wave of hangers on each jostling to make a first impression in some desperate bid for power.  But with Tilith here he at least had someone to have thoughtful and fun conversations with, and for that he was grateful. He was enjoying himself so much that he had forgotten to take his cane with him from the table, though he had only brought it out of habit more than actual need for support.

When the clock struck midnight the band ceased playing. Morgan and Tilith had been sharing a rather enjoyable dance and despite his best intentions Morgan couldn’t help but find the evening getting better than he had ever imagined.

The geode ambassador rolled on to the stage. The ball like construct of rocks slowly began unraveling itself until it appeared as a roughly humanoid appearance. Personally he thought the ambassador looked like a child’s failed art project, but he kept that amusing remark to himself.

Raising his hands to the crowd, the geode looked as if he was about to give a speech when a loud clattering tore from the side of the ballroom.

A server stud shaking and coughing violently in a shattered mess of glass and mercury as they appeared to have dropped their serving tray.

“That’s odd.” Morgan heard Tilth mutter to herself.

“Dropping a tray?” Morgan replied. “Most accidents like that are common; I’m just amazed it hadn’t happened sooner.”

To his surprise Tilith shook her head and pointed a talon finger at the server. “They’re Obari.” She said. Some part of Morgan’s confusion must have shown on his face as she continued. “Obari are hyper spatially aware of their surroundings; they wouldn’t even budge an inch even if in the middle of an earthquake.”

While impressed, Morgan still didn’t seem to grasp the oddity of the notion as he looked at the server. They were hunched over a nearby table using it for support, the spilled mercury running down their velvet vests like the veins of some living machine. Several other staff members were approaching them to help them away as the geode ambassador began speaking into the translator once more when another loud clatter stopped them.

From the other side of the room near the main entrance another pair of servers had dropped their platters and were now similarly hunched over nearby tables shaking violently. Like the first server they were Obari but each began bellowing. Morgan couldn’t understand their language but he was smart enough to know when something was in pain.

There was another loud clatter, and then another, and another, and another until every Obari server had dropped their platter; each emitting a loud painful sounding screech that made the rest of the guests cover their ears. Morgan was likewise covering his ears when he saw the geode ambassador motion to some of the security personnel that had been patrolling the room. As the guards approached the staff they became ever more violent with their shaking as did the volume of their wails.

“This does not look good.” He remarked to Tilith with what he had intended as a whisper but had instead been a shout of his own to be heard over the screeching. Tilith had looked at him with a cocked head he had come to know was her attempt at mimicking human confusion when all hell broke loose.

No sooner had the first guard taken hold of an Obari server did the server reach for a nearby knife and slash at their throat cutting a jagged gash easily several inches deep. The guard collapsed to the floor with hands clutching his bleeding throat when the Obari lunged at the second guard who had begun reaching for their sidearm.

In an instant the ballroom became filled with screams as the Obari servers turned rabid; attacking anyone within arm’s reach and dismembering them in ever increasing violent manners.

The guests around Morgan and Tilith panicked and began running in every direction trying to get away. Morgan found himself pushed away from Tilith and thrown to the floor by the stampeding masses. He felt a splatter of something warm thrown across his face and as he opened his eyes found it to be the still warm blood of a nearby guest who had just been decapitated. The Obari was still holding the severed head of its most recent victim when it looked down and saw Morgan lying helpless on the floor.

Through the forest of running feet Morgan saw his cane still at the table where he left it and made for it as the Obari dropped the head and lunged for him. It was nearly on Morgan when an unlucky attendant ran in front of the Obari in their confused attempts to escape. The Obari adjusted their body unnaturally and avoided being knocked over by the attendant and drove their bloody fingers into their chest cavity. While it became enthralled with finding the center of the human stomach Morgan got to his feet and reached his cane at last.

In one swift motion he withdrew the hidden pistol from the canes handle and trained it at the Obari who had finished removing the spine of the unfortunate soul that had given Morgan the chance he needed. He fired off a single shot at the crazed alien but to his surprise it shifted its body once more and the bullet went by harmlessly and embedded itself into the wooden floor.

Morgan remembered what Tilith had said about it being hyper spatially aware and cursed. The thing must have been able to sense the bullet incoming and adjust its body to avoid the trajectory.

The Obari sprang to its feet and once more lunged at Morgan with outstretched bloody fingers. Morgan fired off another shot and just like before the alien dodged supernaturally. It was then that Morgan remembered he still had the cane hilt in his other hand and just as the Obari had finished dodging the second bullet he had swung the cane with all of his strength. To his surprise the Obari did not dodge this time and took the swing fully in the face sending it sprawling to the floor.

Not one to miss an opening Morgan trained the pistol and fired again while the Obari was still recovering from the physical blow and to his luck the bullet finally hit the alien square in the head. The Obari twitched for a moment before tumbling over to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

It seemed that despite their enhanced senses the Obari were terrible at multi-tasking. They could only use their abilities once per event and there was an exploitable window that one could use to get them.

With a moment to breath Morgan took in his surroundings. The ballroom was in complete chaos as the twenty Obari staff who had previously been servicing the event cut bloody swathes through the guests. The geode ambassador was no longer on stage and Morgan had little time to wonder where he had fled to when he caught sight of the Tilith on the opposite side of the dance floor.

She was slowly being backed into a corner as two Obari hemmed her in, their hands clutching the scattered knives and forks from the tables. One made to grab her throat when Morgan saw Tilith’s hand move with frightening speed to impale the Obari in turn. The Obari must have seen the attack coming as they warped their body and bent out of the way just before Tilith’s hand struck. This gave the second Obari an opening and they drove down a pair of bloodied knives into one of Tilith’s leg joints. Green ichor sprayed out and Tilith yelled in pain, retreating further into the corner as her injured leg left her stumbling.

Morgan hefted his gun and cane in each hand and rushed to the hive ambassador’s aide. Sprinting across the dance floor Morgan had to navigate the obstacle course of deceased bodies of guests that now lay strewn everywhere; nearly slipping in several pools of blood.

Another Obari popped up from its latest victim and made to block Morgan’s path, entrails still hanging from its mouth. Morgan swung with his cane but instead of dodging it like he had expected the deranged alien grabbed hold of it with both hands and refused to let go. As he struggled to get his cane free he heard the screech of another Obari from behind and ducked reflexively.

He had done so just in time as an Obari flew passed his head with hands outstretched to no doubt strangle the life from him, and impact head on the Obari still clutching his cane sending them both tumbling to the floor. While the pair were trying to get back on their feet Morgan steadied his pistol and put a pair of bullets through their heads as they were distracted.

“Morgan!”

Getting to his feet once more he heard Tilith call out to him as she was no squarely backed against the wall and bleeding from several wounds to her legs. The two Obari still circling her like sharks slashing out with knives every now and then to open a new wound in Tilith’s exoskeleton. She had little time left if he did not do something now.

He reached down to retrieve his cane but found that the dead Obari that had been clutching it still had a death grip on it and refused to let go. Having no other choice Morgan left the cane and rushed to Tilith firing multiple shots to distract her attackers.

Perceiving the new threat both Obari turned to face Morgan as he fired on them and as before they warped their bodies to dodge the bullets at the last moment. What the Obari on the right however failed to notice was that while dodging the bullet they missed Tilith picking up a nearby table chair and swinging it as hard as she was able straight into their head. The Obari went flying into a table at hand and Morgan could hear a loud cracking sound that was no doubt their neck snapping from the impact. That just left the Obari on the left.

While Tilith had been taking out one of her attackers the other had seen their opening and lunged with a knife outstretched ready to pierce the hive ambassador’s eye and cut straight to her brain stem.

Morgan fired his pistol but to his horror it clicked empty.

Time slowed down as he watched the mad Obari come ever closer to Tilith. He saw the look on Tilith’s face, the realization that she couldn’t move fast enough to block the attack; that this was most likely to be her last moment of existence before returning to the great collective. A dark pit formed in Morgan’s stomach as he watched and it consumed his very being until all that remained was a simple truth he had come to realize over the last few months.

He loved Tilith.

It was a surprising thing for him to learn that even in his old age but the time he had spent with Tilith, this strange alien from beyond the stars, had been the best moments of his life.

With that singular focus all that was left to him Morgan drew back his arm and threw his pistol as hard as he could at the Obari. The alien was mid lunge but was still able to distort its body to avoid the pistol. It was not able to avoid Morgan charging at it screaming his lungs out like a madman.

Morgan grappled his arms around the alien killer and continued his mad dash while carrying the thrashing Obari. He felt the knife it was holding stab into his back but a strong otherworldly conviction took hold of him and Morgan blocked out the pain.

He had just enough time to see Tilith watching him with utter bewilderment. Morgan smiled despite it all, knowing that he had once more surprised her with human behavior. He kept that smile as he and the Obari slammed into the ballroom window, shattering the glass outward, and tumbled down to the cold ground below.

In those final moments as he fell, Morgan couldn’t help but laugh as he realized he was going to put to the test his theory from earlier in the evening after all.  

[rubisaurus98]

*throws this into the tag and runs*

Found this thingy here

[sekaiwakireina]

[superpotato3]

Tilith is definitely the type to make the whole squad stop so she can take a picture of some mushrooms