#c: aries

[en-chi-la-da]

hinadam week 2025 DAY TWO - sunny morning/winter night

you can see as the comic moves along how i got slightly more comfortable with laying out the panels lmao

[atlaswestwood]

Atlas often volunteered her blood at the vampire event's, knowing their father would despise it. Adair was no where to be seen, once again, so they adorned the leaves once more. It was normally fun for both paries and Atlas knew it would be tonight.

She had been working on a new magical concoction that she had rated a nice 8.5. She was still able to walk around the party and enjoy herself but any vampire that took her blood would have to enjoy it too. After their last donation, they had left the vampire to their fun and moved onto the vats, curious about the crowd that had gathered.

Atlas was only a few feet through when something, no someone, flew through the air and landed badly. The crowd watched for a moment before all eyes returned to the terrifying goddess of love.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're my dream girl," Atlas said, calling out to the familiar demon. They had visited Vicium enough to know exactly who Aries was. Taking a step back, the elf took a moment to admire the outfit from head to toe and let out a wolf whistle of admiration. Atlas knew they should be cautious, given they'd just seen a vampire fly across the room moment's ago but elves didn't bite.

"Someone so pretty shouldn't look so bored. Do you want some mushrooms?" the elf asked, deciding to offer up the magical ingredient that helped her enjoy parties.

where: wine crushing vats with: open @vievecorcitystarters

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Aries lounged languidly against the arm of a cushioned bench, legs tucked beside him in a feline sprawl. He’d already made a slow lap around the winery, quietly impressed by the dedication to theme—the lush decor, the swirling drapery, the way everyone seemed to take their costuming so seriously. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if his own ensemble had been the right choice: all blushing pinks and golden shimmer dusted across his skin. But the thought dissolved as easily as the bubbles in his glass.

He wasn’t here to drink. The blood wine didn’t tempt him. He was more interested in watching what it did to everyone else. He preferred to observe the unraveling of inhibitions, the descent into beautiful debauchery. Still, for ceremony’s sake, he held a delicate glass of blush wine, chosen solely to match his outfit. It had long since warmed, condensation beading like cold sweat beneath his fingers.

A young vampire approached—brash, eager, eyes full of hunger and assumption. Aries regarded her lazily, weighing her with a slow, bored blink. Another would-be suitor. Another disappointment.

She didn’t bother with words. Just launched herself at him, mouth parted and fangs glinting.

He sighed, extended a long leg, and with an elegant flick of his ankle, kicked her midair. She flew across the room and crashed with a satisfying thud.

For a moment, silence. Then laughter rippled through the nearby crowd. The room resumed its rhythm as if nothing unusual had happened.

Aries didn’t laugh. He simply flicked his hair back over one shoulder, repositioned himself on the bench, and draped his body into a fresh siren’s pose.

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Jan-New-Ary Day 4! Counting this as day 4 because I started it yesterday but couldn't finish it due to the Horrors (fatigue, ocular migraine, headache 😞) even though altogether it only took 4hr36. The wings aren't attached on this but I will probably string them together with some thread so they stay a set

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

suguru loves himself an s/o who gets overstimulated easily he looooves it when you get overwhelmed and go non-verbal and just cling to him in public. loves the fact that he still knows exactly what you need, and exactly what’s causing your discomfort <3

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Im gonna answer asks i swear to god i will just let me indulge myself a bit here

[stealthclairs]

"It's probably my favorite dungeon find. I'm not sure what the cord is made out of, but it's never caused a problem," Lottie admitted, shaking her wrist and hearing the bracelet jingle. If she ever ran into a monster that was distracted by shine and sparkle, who knew, maybe she actually could throw a reflection at a wall or just blind it with shimmers. "So how about you? Do you have a favorite dungeon find?" Sure, there were shops that had things that were supposed to be from dungeons, but that wasn't nearly as satisfying as finding it yourself during a mission gone right.

aries has to admit: it's genius. it's something that probably would've impressed pisces more, but still. pisces isn't here to appreciate it now, so it's their duty. plus, the garrote is cool. it's hard to pretend that they aren't appreciatively eyeing the length of the cord, watching how it unspools and spools back into itself. "well, bling or not, it's a sick weapon," they says the disguise aspect of it is probably more impressive against human enemies, but they don't say that. "you're right. you never know when you'll need to flash bling at a monster before you strangle it."

[roobiedo]

Assorted blorbos on my mind (part 1/?)

The theme is uhhhhh... time-loop tortured, erratic/unpredictable personality, no stranger to death, plus a (mostly) monochrome palette... i guess!

[closetofcuriosities]

Boogie Nights - 1997 - Dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

[nnycore]

[en-chi-la-da]

Some Soft Makoyuma in subtle melancholy?

i guess this is more... domestic than soft lol close enough

[isabellexlaurent]

"And here I thought you liked a bit of impact play." She watched as her little snack sashayed out of the room. Such a pity. That one would have been fun to enjoy the entire night, but Belle hardly could ignore the proprietor- even if he was an old friend.

Belle turned to Aries sitting primly on the couch. Heaven only knew what secrets the room held, but there was little doubt that it was best kept that way unless Aries decided to install security cameras somewhere just out of sight.

"Now be a good boy and sit." He already chased off one toy for the evening. The least that he could do was keep her company until she found something else to pique her interest.

"I would have expected you to be playing with some pretty thing or supervising from a throne on high. What has made you descend into the rabble. Don't tell me that you have nothing better to do."

Aries bounced his foot, a slow rhythm against the silence. His smile stretched, but no laughter came. “What a pitiful joke. Knocking a man down before the punchline.” He ran his thumb over his lips and slouched into the arm of the couch.

It stank in here—sex, sweat, blood, and hot leather. Scents that once thrilled him, now dulled to routine. A cocktail of indulgence turned stale. His nose no longer stirred by any siren call, and his body… not repulsed, exactly. That wasn’t the right word.

He still enjoyed his time here—commanding, yielding, playing both master and slave as it suited him. But boredom was creeping in again, curling around the edges.

Not that he planned to change anything. Not yet. He was still hunting for his next intrigue—someone to bind into a different kind of contract. Something more cerebral. Something with teeth.

“No,” he said at last, voice light but firm. “All I wanted was a joke, and you didn’t satisfy the craving.”

He rose, tone still playful. “I’ll be going now.”

[asher-writes]

Silence

WIP; Out of Sight and Mind

Ari is referred to as "Liv," as it's set when he's a teenager, just after he runs away. His family mourn his loss. Eli-centric.

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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The silence echoed. Every room still as dust, haunted by acknowledgements that couldn't be made, by words best kept lodged in their throat.

Eli kept standing outside her - his - room; dwarfed by the doorway and wondering how he never noticed that the walls were so bare. His own room had paint from his younger years, and drawings stapled to the white walls, and his bedding had colour. His sister's - brother's - room wasn't like that. It was empty. The bedding was black, the walls were white, the furniture was bare of any identity. Not so much as a scratch mark.

He'd never known this house to be silent. As a child, his mother's voice had carried through every room. Since Liv had become a teenager (would he have a new name now?), that had been two competing voices in endless arguments. It usually ended whenever his mother said, "...you'll upset your brother."

Eli was not upset by raised voices, or arguments; he was more likely to be annoyed that the two of them seemed incapable of talking. One always had to be right, and the other had to be wrong.

It was peaceful now, at least. But at what price?

His knees began to ache with his own weight, but he couldn't find it in himself to leave the bedroom, so he sat on his brother's bed and stared at the empty walls. His clothes were still in the dresser, the faint smell of cigarettes lingering somewhere, poorly disguised by oils. But it was all so empty, it could have been anyone's room. It had always been absent of Liv.

Eli tried to remember ever seeing his brother happy. Tried to imagine a time when this house wasn't full of arguing. The silence drew on, and still he expected him to walk through the door all the same, to tell him to get off his bed. To shout that he's not allowed in her - his -room.

He picked up his brother's pillow and held it close to his chest. Should he have told his parents the truth, that Liv was gone but not dead? That, somewhere out there beyond the wall, he lived? Or was Liv right that this was a secret for the grave?

He'd never seen his brother scared until he'd hugged him goodbye. Had never seen him cry before, or heard him apologise. The way Liv had shaken and sobbed had confused him, angered him, scared him. "Just stay," he'd thrown his hands in the air in exasperation, "...then you don't have to be upset!"

But Liv had gone. And now he was here. Crying into a pillow. When had he started crying?

He said they'd see each other again one day. That he'd be different, that they'd both be different, but that was okay. He wondered who his brother would be by then, who he would be by then.

He wondered if it would ever come.

[cerebral-device]

Hey! I haven’t been posting much as I’ve been really busy with school, so I thought I’d share some of what I’ve been doing! :-))

These are all from my illustration class,

1. Intro metaphorical portrait (draw something to represent you without drawing a person)

2. Create a beer label with the provided template + the name Dreamscapes

3. Create a fake concert poster for a band

4. An editorial illusion for an article about why we need sleep

5. A 45 minute exercise we did in class drawing our star signs

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i have truly gone off the deep end when it comes to purple eyed sugu i do Not like or know this man 💀

[justcallmesatanstrashcan]

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND: S03E13; No Old Tigers