#elphael

[lxdymaria]

˚✧ ELDEN RING ∞ ° ˎˊ˗  🠮 ELPHAEL, BRACE OF THE HALIGTREE

[luciferiin]

Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree from the Elden Ring official Artbook

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Bard x Reader - Ritual of the Night

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 or DnD

Follow up to the introduction of Elphael, my yandere OC.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He is writing out his love into a song for you and can‘t resist an urge.

Warning: 18+ content, masturbation, explicit, general nsfw, toxic, obsessive behavior

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Elphael had been writing frantically in his dimly lit room. Suppressing the aching urge and vile thoughts took everything he had in your presence. Your face plastered his mind. The way your hands drifted over the strings in that rhythmic stride made him picture you stroking him to a beat you were concocting. It was endless – the need to please and have you.

He imagined your delicate fingers tracing the constellations inked across his skin, mapping out new worlds as you explored every curve and plane of his body. He saw you gazing up at him with adoration, your lips parted in a silent gasp as he pushed into you, claiming you as his own. He pictured cradling your face tenderly even as he ravaged your mouth, whispering words of devotion and possession against your flushed skin.

Elphael shook his head violently, willing the images away. These fantasies were a torment, always hovering at the edges of his mind, threatening to consume him. He gripped his quill tighter, focusing on the parchment before him. The music and words flowed from his pen, notes dancing across the page in intricate patterns. If he couldn't have you in reality, at least he could pour his longing into his gift.

He knew it was wrong.

You two went way back.

You called him your brother, whenever you introduced him. You thought of him as just that. Never did it cross your mind what his skin would taste like. Or how his learned, melodic tongue could be of use in other ways.

The scratching of his quill on the parchment created a soft buzz in the silent room. The sudden cracking of the wooden chair he was sitting on interrupted the quietude further. This seat was old anyway. Everything in this room was. Someone had thrown it away. Elphael had found it and made it his. They deserved a home, too.

Finishing the lyric with a swift jolt of the ink, the drow sat back and read what he had created.

You wouldn’t know it was about you, would you?

No, there were no obvious references. He had resisted the urge to describe you in detail, in fear of scaring you.

If he wanted to, he could create symphonies detailing every avenue, crevice and fauna of you.

The parchment crinkled as Elphael rolled it up carefully, securing it with frayed string. He tucked the scroll into his worn leather satchel, his fingers lingering on the rough texture. The bag held other treasures - scraps of your discarded lyrics, a guitar pick you'd forgotten, a piece of an old shirt you used to wear, even a strand of your hair he'd covertly collected. Little pieces of you he could keep close when you weren't with him.

Elphael's grey eyes flicked to the window. Twilight was falling, painting the sky in hues of lavender and indigo that mirrored his own skin. He thought about the way you looked at him today, when you had perfected that one section that was giving you trouble. Gods, the way your smile crinkled your eyes. He liked to believe you only smiled like that for him. When he caught that same grin on you talking to others… he wanted to rip their necks out. It belonged to him alone.

The drow sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands, the grey tresses cascading down his sides.

You would be kneeling in front of him, here. Your luscious lips open, longing for his length.

Elphael couldn’t resist. The burning in his body needed to be released, before he broke down your door in the neighboring room and took you right there. That couldn’t happen. Right?

He opened his trousers and released the throbbing cock from its constraints. It jerked impatiently out from his pants and stared at him in anticipation. It knew the nightly ritual.

Elphael closed his eyes, picturing you there with him. He grasped himself, sighing out brief relief at the sensation, and started moving up and down. In his mind, you straddled his lap, your skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. He imagined the weight of your body pressing against him, your fingers tracing the constellations inked across his chest.

His hand moved faster as he envisioned lowering you onto his aching length, feeling your warmth envelop him completely. He pictured your head thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the delicate curve of your throat. In his fantasy, he latched his mouth there, sucking and biting as he thrust up into you. The delicacy of you; he could tell you would be a feast for him, just by that addictive scent of yours.

Elphael's breathing grew ragged as the dream intensified. He imagined your nails raking down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, like the melodies you created. He could almost feel you there, the tight walls he had eagerly wanted to break into, for as long as he could remember. He wanted to hear your moans in his ear, begging for him to go harder, faster. The thought of you clenching around him, as he stood up and bounced you on top of him, desperate and eager to go deeper. Gravity would pull you down on him and he would thrust up hard, hitting the spot that made you scream.

Elphael gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into soft flesh as he controlled your movements. He would press you against the nearby wall and crash up into you more, every pierce making your skin slap together loudly. He imagined wrapping one hand around your throat, pinning you further into the wall, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. Your eyes would widen, pupils blown with a heady mixture of arousal and fear.

"Mine," he'd growl, his normally gentle voice towards you rough with passion. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

He whispered the words to himself as his mind raced.

In his fantasy, you'd gasp out your submission, voice breathy and wretched. "Yours, Elph. Only yours."

The possessive thrill that coursed through him at those imagined words pushed Elphael closer to the edge. His hand moved frantically now, chasing release. In his mind, he flipped your positions, throwing you beneath him on the threadbare mattress. He pictured hooking your legs over his shoulders, driving into you madly and staring at your face as you scream into your orgasm. He would feel you clasp around him and your intoxicating water spill out onto hips. His one hand holding your throat and pushing you into the mattress, his other clutching your hip. The sound of your wetness squealing out with every pound, you were his. His. His!

With a strangled cry, Elphael reached his peak. His body shuddered as waves of pleasure waved over him, spilling hot and thick over his trembling hand. For a blissful moment, he was lost in the imagined ecstasy of being one with you.

But as the haze of arousal faded, reality came crashing back. Elphael's eyes snapped open, taking in the dingy room around him. The fantasy dissolved, leaving him alone with the sticky evidence of his shame coating his fingers.

Disgust and self-loathing washed over him. You, who had shown him nothing but kindness and friendship. You, who saw him as family when no one else would. And here he was, twisting that pure connection into something sordid and selfish.

Elphael's stomach churned as he remembered you were sleeping behind the wall next to his bed. You had no idea what sickness coursed through him. How it took every inch of his soul to stay in his room and how filthy his imagination of you was.

Your idea of him was false. Debased, the drow took a worn cloth that lay on his bedside table and cleaned himself up.

He fell onto his scratchy pillow; he deserved nothing else.

Discomfort was what he was used to. Even within himself.

[luminaryofblood]

Wandering the Haligtree and Elphael. That big circular chamber with the pests and the roots and the rot swamp. Carvings on the walls showing a sorcerer surrounded by corpses.

Is there meaning to anything? Or are they just there for aesthetics?

[iridizzium]

Posted to the wrong blog on accident lol

A commission for my friend, her witch, Elphael, from the same game as my own witch, Larkspur!

[dreadfutures]

literally wish I had a crumbling ruin to climb around and sit on and watch the day/night cycle go by as a friend sits at my side

[blaiddfailcam]

Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree

At long last, the one-armed swordstress found herself beneath the great bower of the Haligtree, but a festering doubt plagued her mind.

If it was fate that guided her hand, what purpose had she truly for the needle embedded in her flesh?

[criticalglitch]

First, fourth, and sixteenth encounter.

Sandoval can't beat this boss! Callar the Cleanrot Knight is too hard!

Callar belongs to @saintlytrina

[lxdymaria]

˚✧ ELDEN RING ∞ ° ˎˊ˗  

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Bard x Reader - Elphael Introduction

Introducing: Elphael, a yandere bard drow

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 or DnD

(heavily inspired by Aaravos from The Dragon Prince hehe)

Summary: your childhood, musical friend is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his

Warning: 18+ content, general nsfw, toxic, obsessive behavior

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The way your shoulder grazed his as you sat beside him. He wanted to pin you against the floor with his bodyweight, stuffing his dripping, black tongue in your throat to smother your voice. His lavender chest pressing against your soft skin, the nebula tattoos adorning his arms and abdomen alight with greed. His long, grey hair would fall and pool next to your head, intertwining with your soft tresses, as your velvet hands explore his arched, scarred back.

“Elph, did you hear me?”, you asked, blinking at him.

The drow, Elphael, twitched at the sound of your voice. He had been staring at you, holding his black violin up to his face.

“Uh, what? Sorry, I was … somewhere else,” he gruffed in his raspy voice. In his mind, he was frantically waving the dirty images away in order to concentrate.

“Can we change the tempo in this section? It feels a bit stagnate.” You were pointing at a part of the notes sheet displayed in front of you. Your voice was so enchanting. Why couldn’t he have one like yours? So sweet, like the soft sound of rain outside.

His grey eyes tore themselves away from your lips, to follow where your finger was hovering.

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. We can halve these notes right here.” He placed his calloused finger where yours was, just for the chance to feel your skin once again.

Elphael had longed for you, ever since you had met. He adored that face of yours. The second he saw you; he felt his heart drop into his stomach. The way your hair fell so effortlessly, it was so plump and alluring. He always wanted to entangle his long fingers in it. Pulling it, while his other hand held your hips.

But you were friends. Long time friends, too. You saw him more as a sibling. When you called him his brother, he wanted to prove you wrong. To hold your arms pinned together with one hand, drinking in your scent as his lips and tongue trailed down your neck, to your chest, biting. Feasting on that irresistable flesh.

Gods, if only.

“Let’s try that!” Your words yanked him back into the present.

You repositioned yourself, holding the guitar in your hands, strumming the beginning of the song you had been practicing, humming tenderly. As you swayed to the tune, your arm brushed his again. It drove him crazy.

Elphael spasmed and held his instrument firmer in his hand, joining in the melody at his part a bit frantically.

You would see reason one day and realize how perfect you two were together. The intensity of his desire for you terrified even him, he didn’t want to scare you away.

He needed to be patient. The moment would come.

And if it didn’t…well, maybe if you experienced how good it was to be with him. How delicious the pungent smell of your skin writhing under his could be. He would show you what a good lover he was. Persuade you with his caress. Convince you with his touch.

Maybe you’d understand then.

[all-lee24]

Beloved haligtree landlord guy

[driften-sea-snake]

*malenia’s day of departure from elphael*

miquella: *on verge of tears* when you return i will have blossomed, and the haligtree with me. farewell dearest sister!

malenia: *on verge of tears* no, i promise i will be waiting for you upon your waking. farewell dearest brother!

*the departing cleanrot knights have made a traffic jam at the single ladder out of elphael*

miquella: i’ll miss you so much

malenia: me too

*barely a tenth of the knights have climbed up*

malenia: i’m so sad

miquella: me too

*cascade of knights fall off the ladder*

malenia: can’t wait to see you again

miquella: *mentally abandoning the haligtree plan* huh. oh yeah me too

[tavvoc]

Millicent (muh queen)

[chronicle-of-torment]

ELPHAEL

Spoiler pages from my future comic

[knightofleo]

Tai Tomisawa | Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree from Elden Ring