In order of apparence:
Elric of Melniboné
Corum Jhaelen Irsei
Dorian Hawkmoon
Lord Erekosë
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Bayaz
Logen Ninefingers
Sand dan Glokta
Jezal dan Luthar
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Ardee West
Shenkt
Nicomo Cosca
Carlot dan Eider
Side note: I was able to make aquiline eyes for Elric ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
QT your Sunday Nunday
Thank for the tag @KettleworksSFW ദ്ദി ˉ꒳ˉ )✧
One nun for the QT, and the other three, while I was at it, in that style I'm stuck on these days
QT your Sunday Nunday, Tag 4 Artists
Featuring Teneli!
The confessional was a sanctuary of quiet shadows, heavy with the scent of old wood and holy incense. Through the carved wooden lattice, her silhouette was the very picture of quiet piety. The gentle rustle of her habit was a soothing balm to your heavy conscience, and as you knelt in the cramped space, you poured out every dark thought, every transgression, every hidden desire.
She listened with a stillness you mistook for reverence. When you whispered your deepest, most shameful lusts, she let out a soft, trembling breath. You thought she was weeping for your soul. You couldn't see the way her dark eyes dilated in the gloom, sparkling with predatory amusement, drinking in your guilt like fine, aged wine. You only felt the warmth radiating from her side of the screen: a heat that felt unnervingly comforting, thick, and intoxicating.
Trembling on your knees, you bowed your head and begged for the Lord’s forgiveness.
The heavy wooden door of the booth clicked open. She stepped out, her black robes sweeping the stone floor. Gently, a pale hand reached out to cup your cheek, tilting your face upward. Her touch was blistering, burning with a feverish heat that made your pulse race.
"Bless you, my sweet, heavy-laden congregant," she murmured. But her voice had lost its maternal softness. It vibrated with a rich, dark delight, smooth as velvet and heavy with hunger. "You've offered me such a feast of wicked little tales. It almost makes me wish I were the kind of creature who could grant you salvation."
A cold spike of confusion pierced your devotion. Salvation?
You pulled back, looking past her shoulder into the nave of the church, but the reality of the sanctuary was already unraveling. The holy water in the marble basins was boiling black. The towering stained-glass saints were warping, their serene faces twisting into agony as their halos melted into a sinister, glowing red that bled across the darkening stone walls. The comforting scent of frankincense was choked out by the sharp, metallic tang of sulfur and copper. You were no longer in the house of God. You had followed her right into the abyss.
"Poor, lost lamb," the succubus cooed, her disguise melting away into the suffocating shadows of her true domain. The heavy woolen habit seemed to tear and shift, making way for the terrifying, beautiful curve of leathern wings. "You brought me exactly what I wanted. Now... let us put all those exquisite sins to use. Come, accept my embrace."
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