#veilborn

[poolbranch]

I'm working on my portfolio and decided to make a little concept for a game :} You play as a little alien on dangerous missions, fighting off mutated demon creatures. By eating their souls, you can change into their forms and use new abilities to finish harder missions.

[yumizverse]

[benchatthecrossroads]

A hallowed greetings to you all

The bench is empty. Sit when you are ready.

I speak from the Crossroads—a temporary stop after death, before a choice is made, before what comes next.

I do not judge. I listen.

Life looks different through my eyes: fragile, fleeting, fierce.

The Veilborn Faith honors the Mother who sings order into being, Chaos who breathes wildness between her notes, and the Six Courts who hold the melody together in equal reverence.

I offer no parlor tricks and no proofs. To demand belief would be an unkindness. What I offer instead are faded echoes— answers when they are sought, and stories long forgotten or twisted, shared only when you are ready to hear them.

So tell me— what will you say when I sit beside you?

Will you speak of a life fully lived, of love given fiercely, of the rises and the falls?

As you would to an old friend.

The fire is warm. The night is long. Have a seat.

There is much to discuss.

[makerslight-blog]

veilborn liked for a long overdue starter

“Hello Inquisitor. I’ve been looking for you. An acquaintance of mine was kind enough to bring me a few books from her collection, and there was one I thought you might be interested in.” Leliana held out a bound collection of tales of people’s experience with the Fade. She had very little interest in it but knew of someone who might, and had hoped the other might like it.

[ofdxlish]

BRUH i dont remember whether i followed you on eru or liz first, but i remember it was because i was so excited to see an older woman portrayed on my dash who isn't a villain because that is a thing that is certainly needed. and as i followed you for longer and talked to you i just slowly fell in love with miht and sjdhfgsjfdhk i'm so happy for your presence thank you so much for existing. kisskiss. (also mmm handsome miht. and just borderlands miht in general. and just miht in general i love)

:// Oh my god we don’t talk about that but B)))))Either way, you know how much I love the way you write Liz and I think Eruli is abso-fuckin-awesome. Seriously. I’m so glad her blog is still here and still around, and I love the dynamic our two muses have together.And thank you, really. I LOVE writing older muses - it’s just something that appeals to me a lot and I don’t know why. But yeah - thank u ;v;/

[leofortis-blog]

i followed you because i havent interacted with a lot of cullens and i'd love to do so more, and you followed me both here and cewyll – i stayed because i read your writing and enjoy your cullen from (until i stop being a shy bean) afar!!

Oh man I love your Elizabeth!! I didn’t realise you ran both blogs oops. But hey any time you want to write something, just let me know~ I’m always up for new rps~

[ancientrebel-blog]

❝ vhenan'ara. ❞ eruli drapes her arms over his shoulders from behind and presses a kiss to the tip of his ear. when he's sitting, she's finally taller than him – and finally able to properly give him ear kisses.

Silence covered the rotunda in a comfort akin to a mother covering her sweet babe with a warm blanket fresh from the clothes line. It was one that the mage had begun to revel in as quite often his study time interrupted by one member or another of the inquisition. Be it Sera’s pranks, Dorian’s vocal preening or simply the Inquisitor seeking council. It left him haggard and drained, though pride would deny him such a luxury. Exhaustion tugged at the mage’s expression as he hunched over and attempted to stay his attention on the words that floated and caused his vision to become blurry and unfocused. The low light of the flickering candle beside him caused the elf to conjure images that clearly weren’t real, dancing gracefully across the pop-corned fresco, they reminded him of… ❝Vhenan! ❞ his voice erupted in a shocked, nearly squeak like manner, causing him to nearly throw his book as the Inquisitor draped her warm, inviting form across his rigid, drained form. It admittedly took longer than he’d care to admit to realize she was not attacking him and was merely expressing her affection towards him in the form of kisses against the shell of his overly-sensitive ear. The flesh quickly reddened, and caused the apostate to chuckle softly, his voice betraying his exhaustion. ❝You mustn’t sneak up on me like that, vhenan.. However– ❞ despite his exhaustion, he swiftly forced her body over his shoulder and into the warmth of his crossed legs. ❝Your affection is not unappreciated. ❞ He rewarded her with another soft chuckle before he stole her honeyed lips in a fierce, possessive kiss that not only gave him the energy to sustain another sleepless night but also to leave her breathless.

[ancientrebel-blog]

let’s not absolutely talk about how Solas rejects Lavellan because he feels like he doesn’t deserve her. she is a rose amidst the chaos, soaked in blood and yet heralds a beacon of light he has seldom seen with such pure intent. and he hasn’t the heart to corrupt her, pluck her from the death ridden soil and watch as one by one her petals fall to the ground. potential wasted, life lost, no, he refuses to bring her down such a path. she causes him utter confusion, befuddlement he has not since felt since the veil was first fastened in place and he was forced to discover a different way to enter the fade. she is an enigma, a goddess incarnate. he is the rolling shadow, ephemeral death follows in his feral wake. he is death and she is pure as the driven snow and he cannot bring himself to corrupt such a soul even at the cost of his own.