#visard mask

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[slack-wise]

Visard

[floodedatmidnight]

Everything I collected that has information about Godwyn in the DLC has strengthened my love for him even more than ever.

Spoilers for SOTE under the cut.

I truly didn't expect to learn ANYTHING new about Godwyn in this DLC. Nothing. I wanted new stuff about him, absolutely. Godwyn actually being revived and becoming a boss or a npc to talk too would be amazing. I knew it was a stretch though, as his story appeared to be finished in the base game.

So when I learned there were not only three dungeons that contained lore about him, Two of them dedicated to him, I was pleasantly surprised. A new boss that we fight twice to receive their special weapons and armor relating to Godwyn, the Ancient Dragon Cult, and Duskborn. Then a talisman that speaks further about Godwyn and his loyal inner circle. While it's not groundbreaking, It was more than I ever expected.

As I think about his character now, and compare it to how Miquella was done wrong in this DLC (I am so sorry for your loss, Miquella fans), it makes me so much more grateful for these little pieces of lore about Godwyn.

While they didn't reveal shocking new light or revelations, they confirmed what we already believed about him.

That he was a good man, a good brother, a good friend, and a diplomat.

He was so beloved that his knights - his personal guards, people in his inner circle, were very faithful to him. They showed nothing but loyalty, because that's what he deserved. The fact that these personal guards were so loyal, they "switched sides" after Godwyn's death and aided in the quest to not only revive Godwyn with a replacement cadaver surrogate, but see the age of Duskborn come into fruition should tell you how much people loved him.

I'm so thankful that the new pieces of lore that were given only solidified what a great man he was. Even if we get a sequel to Elden Ring and we see no more new pieces of lore about Godwyn, characters, or boss fights related to him, I'm still happy with what we have.

Items and their descriptions encase if you're curious:

Death Knight Helm: "Golden helm of the death knights, whose own death masks served as the visards of their armor.

Enhances skills and incantations of the capital's ancient dragon cult.

The decayed golden wheel that adorns it represents their unbroken loyalty to Godwyn, he who became Prince of Death." Death Knight set (chest, arms, legs): "These knights, once Godwyn's personal guard, quested to find their transfigured master's cadaver surrogate - for the coming age of the Duskborn." Death Knight Twin Axes & Longshaft Axe: "The Knight, once the personal guard of Godwyn, was also the protector of The Prince of Death's cadaver surrogate."

Crimson Amber Medallion +3: "The Erdtree's old sap becomes amber, treasured as the most precious of jewels in the age of Godfrey, the First Elden Lord.

These Medallions, of the largest variety, were conferred to Godwyn's inner circle of distinguished Golden knights."

Ancient Dragon Knight's Cookbook: "A record of crafting techniques of the ancient dragon knight who followed Godwyn's Golden Knights into the realm of shadow."

[alberichfanpage]

Golden helm of the Death Knights, whose own death masks served as the visards of their armor... The decayed golden wheel that adorns it represents their unbroken loyalty to Godwyn, he who became Prince of Death.

[sleepgarden]

Nursing a Cavity.

Another older work that was emotionally satisfying! It was one of my favourites for a long time. I do still love it ♡ the mask he is wearing is called a visard.

And of course, it's available as a print in my shop.

[p1nkcanoe]

exercising my social interaction card for the day, because we promised and ALSO??? DID NOT KNOW VENETIAN CARNIVAL MASKS WERE A SPECIAL INTEREST GHESTIE HELLO???? I am… I am so interested because same :’D

Anyways!! I saw that you were in want of nsfw prompts and smoothly I present to you masked swiss and mountain dancing during a Ministry masquerade event?? and Swiss and mountain keep grinding on each other until it becomes unbearable?? so they drag each other out into a hallway and swiss wants to keep the masks on as they fuck around?? thank you for your time and service, p1nk uwu ♡

I just… I am so normal about the masks you chose for them :’) ♡

LEAF THANK YOU FOR THIS BANGER PROMPT ILYY <3

Now listen, I know I said I was going to try and write ficlets again but I got carried away as usual. Also I think I got a bit deviated from your prompt so I hope that's okay.

masks referenced are from this post if you want a visual.

nsfw under the cut; grinding, semi-public sex, alludes to oral sex

Mountain is not a fan of crowds. As silly as it sounds, and as much as he’s been exposed to them over the countless years, he never gets used to them. There’s always too many eyes and too many wandering stares. He hates the feeling; it’s the entire reason he hides behind his fortress of a drum set. But even now, surrounded by a mob of humans hidden behind masks and with himself dressed to maximum anonymity, he still feels like his nerves are aflame. 

Copia worked tirelessly to organize the event; a grand masquerade within the abbey’s own gothic hallways to promote the upcoming tour and spread the core messages of Satanism. All of the ghouls are completely glamoured and have been adorned in custom ensembles of all shapes, colors, and sizes to match each hand-crafted mask made specifically for them. The satin, three-piece suit Mountain’s been fitted in feels too expensive, too white, and he’s too hot, weighed down under the warm lights and pounding of the music in his ears. He’s been counting down the hours until everyone goes home and he can peel the white rabbit visard from his face and reveal his horns. 

The way that Swiss grinds up against him should be enough to distract him– and to an extent it does– it gets his cock to stir in a delicious and dangerous kind of way against the expensive fabric of his pants and redirect his attention somewhere other than what’s happening all around him. But he still feels the heat on his cheeks, the flush of embarrassment and arousal, and he knows he’s letting off a scent that is rich and thick because he can smell the way that Swiss’ fills his head like molasses. Heady and smothering yet light as a feather. Does he match it? Is it as intense? The thought is absolutely mortifying and every knowing glance from another intricately-masked ghoul through a tangle of strangers sends flashes of red-hot embarrassment down his spine. He hates it here. He thinks about how easy it would be to escape to the den when nobody's looking. It’d be quiet there. There’d be no wandering eyes. Peace. 

“What’s wrong Mounty?” The multi ghoul asks. He cranes his neck back towards Mountain’s shoulder to cast his golden eyes to Mountain’s green ones from behind an ornate mask resembling a goat. He looks gorgeous, Mountain admits, he just can’t seem to focus on the sight nor the feeling of him. Swiss leans his weight into a broad chest and he’s careful to maneuver the tall horns that tower from the top of his mask behind the earth ghoul’s head so as to not bump his out of place. Mountain wears the face of a rabbit for the night; white and simple. He looks bare compared to the intricate, gold-plated details of Swiss’ mask and equally as embellished suit. Though it appears that Swiss had shed his jacket at some point, settling instead for his ruffled dress shirt that he halfway unbuttoned to show off the dark planes of his chest. The gold jewelry– chains of all sizes and an impressive assortment of gems– that he’s stacked over his neck and wrists make him glimmer under the eyes of the lights. Swiss demands attention– Mountain prays that he blends into the background. 

A mâchéd nose is pressed into the soft skin just behind his jaw and a shiver wracks down his spine when Swiss breathes hot against him. He’d been present when Swiss specifically requested the mouth to be removed from his mask. He is beginning to understand why. 

“I can smell you, White Rabbit,” he whispers, his tone low and sultry. “I know you want me.” 

His honey-heavy words slip off his tongue and are punctuated with a fluid and deliberate grind of his hips that pushes the air from Mountain’s lungs and sends him scrambling for the shorter ghoul’s waist for purchase. He digs his blunt nails into his side rougher than intended and Swiss huffs out a laugh, placing his hands over the ones rooted on both sides of his waist. He smells of rich wine and a concoction of bitter pheromones. Mountain is all pine and freshly cut roses. He feels another wave of heat rush to his cheeks and he buries his face in Swiss’ curls, just behind the ceramic edge of his mask where his lip bumps against a golden ear. He feels the presence of fingers carding through the hair at the back of his head, holding him there, and goes rigid when Swiss grinds his hips squarely into his crotch again. And again. And again in a rhythmic pattern that matches the beat of a song he hasn’t been paying much attention to. Mountain digs his face deeper into his hair in a weak attempt to hide. Swiss clicks his tongue. “Aha- there’s my ghoul.” 

Mountain doesn’t know how to tell him he feels like he wants to implode. Especially when the ghoul slides his hands over the back of his hips and pulls him forward to squarely meet his grind. He’s pulsing against the multi ghoul’s ass. He won’t be able to hide his cock due to the loose silk of his pants. He’s trapped himself, handcuffed to Swiss’ back. “Come on, White Rabbit. Feel me. Feel good.” His voice is soft, breathless. 

Mountain’s cock kicks in his pants and he stills, gathers up the strength to push Swiss away by a firm grip on his forearms. Swiss turns and looks at him through the small holes of his mask, puzzled. One swift glance downwards confirms that he’s as hard as he is. But the bastard isn’t ashamed in the slightest. His hips continue to sway back and forth to the beat of the song. 

“I- I’ll be right back,” Mountain sputters. “I need a drink.” 

Swiss gives him a look that’s hard to read from under his disguise, but he eventually lets him go with a nod and a hand ghosting over his arm as he passes by. “Don’t take too long or I’ll have to come find you.” 

Mountain doesn’t give much of a response in return, because truthfully he isn’t sure he can make himself come back once he’s walked away, so he instead opts to make his way towards where he believes he can find something to quench the dryness in his throat. 

Despite being able to see over most of the attendee’s heads, walking through them feels like an endless mob. He maneuvers through walls of feathers protruding from jester masks, and ducks under stalks of plastic foliage, takes a sharp turn around a tall man dressed in shades of blue and is met with the colorful cornucopia that is Cumulus’ mask. She says something to him but he’s already passed her before it meets his ears. He’s physically uncomfortable. He can feel his cock printing itself through the thin satin. He knows it’s obvious, he just prays that he gets through before anyone catches a glimpse of him. A couple of extra turns and he meets Aether where he chats with a woman in a bird mask and complicated, feather wings. He isn’t proud of it but he slides right up against his back as he passes, taking the brief chance to readjust his dick into the waistband of his pants, making sure to conceal the rest with the front of his jacket. He sighs, it's a pathetic attempt. The satin is unforgiving. Not to mention that the small pool of pre soaking into the fabric will surely ruin it. 

He manages to finally make it to the drink table, and to his relief he’s the only one who decided to grab a drink. A sister in a half-faced feline mask pushes an empty cup into his hands then disappears back to her spot against the wall. He thanks her with a simple nod of his head and finds the ladle for the massive bowl filled with deep-red punch. He stirs the liquid until it begins to swirl, taking ample time to attempt to calm himself and make his dick go down. When the punch licks at the edge of the bowl he stirs the other way and waits for it to build up again so he can reverse the tide. It’s not helping and the sibling that handed him his cup keeps watching him intently to make sure there's nothing wrong with him or the drink. He takes a deep breath in and– 

Wine and the bite of bitterness swim in his head. 

“You sure are taking a little while to get a drink, huh?” 

Swiss plasters himself to his back and lets his hands roam hot over his chest. When he gets to his pecs he sinches the fabric in his fist. Mountain is quick to pull the fabric back down over his crotch with the hand that holds his cup. The punch in the bowl swirls slightly around where Mountain has stilled in his stirring. His eyes never leave the center of it. Swiss presses himself higher on his back. The sister is watching, her gaze burns hot with the flame of a thousand suns. This cannot end well. 

“White Rabbit, you seem to have a little problem,” he lilts. A hand drifts downwards toward the waistband of his slacks. Mountain hastily shakes his head, pleading silently with the ghoul to leave him be. Please don’t, he pleads. “I can help you with that.” 

A flick of the wrist is all it takes for Swiss to get past the fabric of his jacket and bury his hand in his slacks, squeezing him firm and filthy. Mountain chokes and drops the ladle back into the bowl. Dark red paints white satin in uneven splatters. The sister who’d been watching makes an audible noise and visibly stiffens against her post. It takes everything in Mountain to not growl. If he had his claws he’d rip the multi ghoul to shreds. He turns abruptly and grabs the ghoul by the layers of chains around his neck, pulling him forcefully towards the exit and into the hall. The metal jingles and clanks together and Swiss is actively telling him off, explaining in detail how expensive it all is. Mountain doesn’t care in the slightest. He’s aching. He doesn’t care anymore in the slightest who sees. 

“Come on, Rabbit. Let up on the jewelry at least–” 

Mountain forces him against the cool stone of the wall, hidden behind a wide pillar. He finally lets go. His eyes glow wild and green through the holes of his mask. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that? In front of hundreds of strangers?”

“Nobody was watching–” 

“There was a sibling not even ten feet away watching the entire thing!” 

Swiss shrugs. His tone is flat, nonchalant. It makes Mountain’s blood pound in his ears.  “Nothing she hasn't seen before–” 

“Oh you’re unbelievable.” Mountain huffs and pushes him down towards the floor. “Get down.” 

The goat-masked ghoul descends without requiring any further coaxing and reaches forward in a tangle of fingers to get the ruined jacket out of the way. Mountain is nice enough to help him undo the vest while he struggles humorously with the button of his slacks. When Mountain gets through with all of the buttons the stained fabric is dropped from his arms in a heap on the floor and he hisses through his teeth as cold air hits bare skin. A glob of pre leaks from the tip that pokes out above the band and Swiss swoops forward to gather it on his tongue before getting back to work on the button. Mountain shakes his head in disbelief. The multi ghoul is told to hurry up with a light thump to the center of his mask. 

He finally gets it open and Mountain suppresses a groan at the immediate relief. He gnaws on his lip while Swiss strokes him, gets him ready, and tangles a hand in the thick of his curls. He looks so pretty down there, on his knees, dressed to the nines. He wants to see him without the limited peripherals; wants to see all of him.

Mountain reaches for his mask, begins to pull at the leather straps behind his head. 

“No, leave it.” Swiss licks his lips. “I wanna see my White Rabbit finally fall apart.”

[ditzyclown]

i finally made a decent digital drawing since like 6 months ago-

I gave up on a gender so I will make it so their gender is a mystery even to me, tho ngl I like the idea of just making him a twink of a man lol

"what's in your pants?"

"a bible and a timeout for ya for asking"

If you're wondering why I put random Google images rather than drawing a card and the chess piece my hand was dying- (phone)

And I just realized I forgot to give them their visard mask- frack

Anyhow @sm-baby thank you for the hyper fixation- I got pulled out of the artist block so hard I ended up drawing like 32 damn buttons xD

[toxicsquad]

Hi, i don't usually use Tumblr but if for Maske,they are my favorite character(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

So I don't really choose a good question🤔 just want to know small things about them✨ Like favorite color or their favorite dish or tea 🤔 or more of precision on his mask collectionヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬

(And I really love this game✨ btw sorry for my English, is not my first language and Spanish either,so i try my best with my English😅)

Well, I don't have very strong preferences. In general, I don't like or hate anything in particular, but I do avoid certain things. I don't like flashy colors at all, my favorite colors are black, gray and navy blue. It's very hard to see me wearing others, but I could tolerate a burgundy red or any dark shade.

As for food… * They feel the pressure.* I've never been a picky eater. Anything would be fine for me, although I definitely prefer home-cooked meals. Maybe that's why I like to cook. If you made something for me… I'd be very grateful (and surprised).

Although… If we're talking about masks…

I'm quite proud of my small collection of masks. Not all of them I wear, some I just find pretty. I have an amalgam of masks to use, from gas masks (which are the ones I prefer), to others with lights or mirrored ones, for special occasions. If I don't use them anymore it's because with time you end up realizing that it's not easy to communicate without any kind of facial expressiveness… I also own a couple of them that aren't complete… But it's very difficult for me to wear them, I'm too embarrassed to show my face.

Among those that I have for pure collection, I have a few kabuki masks, they're old and I had a hard time getting them. I also have a bete mask, but African masks are very difficult to find and most of them require restoration. Perhaps the most expensive and extravagant of the ones I have is a Venetian carnival mask with harlequin inspiration. Of course, I also have one of the plague, but it's a reproduction, so I'm not very proud of it. Finally, the rarest, perhaps, is a very old Visard mask.

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[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

I find the symbolism of the masquerade and masks in the 18th century fascinating, so I'm reading the paper that goes along with this painting:

Among many other things, Villalpando points out the interchangeability between the black full-face mask and the Black page-boy in Gobert's portraits in this paper and I was immediately reminded of the discussion a while back when an instagrammer wore a black velvet moretta mask as part of a costume. Even though the mask was not originally intended to be blackface, there's still all this other racialized baggage that comes with it. If I make a visard I'm gonna do mine in a different color, since they did come in other colors besides black.

Not gonna be able to finish reading this tonight, but it's an impressive deep-dive into an intriguing and ambiguous painting.

[abracadav-r]

ppl on the (formerly) bird site are discussing tav symbols and felyn's would be the visard half-mask. like the example on the 2e vhaeraunites. this style.

though i do think the full visard would be interesting for greyhawk vhaeraunites, given they focus on the "silent" aspect of the god that the realms version doesn't have.

[slack-wise]

Visards

[chambergambit]

it's called a visard! ladies wore them to protect their skin from the sun, they were full face masks of fine fabric like silk or velvet. the expensive fabric on display doubled as a wealth flex B)

thank you! that's so interesting!

[dr11ft]

『BLEACH』 oc

[thatotherone]

Since y'all seemed to like cursed images, here's another one. It's a visard mask; they were won by women in the middle ages. Since there was no straps, the velvet masks were held up by a band in their mouth.

[teamrocketsfatknockers]

FUN SKULLGIRLS FACT

Black Dahlia's Mask is/ is most likely inspired by a Visard, a medieval mask typically made out of black velvet that was worn by noble ladies to prevent sunburn, or to hide their identities when out and about

[northern-passage]

So I can't remember if this has been asked before but I accepted a challenge and I gotta see it through. What does fancy wear typically look like in the realm of tnp?

it depends where you are!!

in the north it's a lot more practical; typically will include focus pieces of armor, thick fur, and a lot of layers. i've always been a fan of the stark costumes from game of thrones, arya's & sansa's specifically

i like the more plain/muted colors with touches of gold or silver and leather, and sansa typically had a large piece of jewelry/armor that was the main component. even robb's wedding outfit was muted, with the main statement being the wolf head clasps.

compare that to someone like duncan, who wears clothing that is far more intricate with little details and filigree, similar to joffrey's armor:

there's also the masks, which are Very popular now and function more of a fashion piece than any actual protection. the most popular ones are the molded face masks -

though they can get pretty wild, think like the helmets/masks from blasphemous and elden ring. i also think visards would be common especially in high fashion spaces.

the more south you go, the less practical the clothing will get. lighter layers, overall just more light and flowy fabric, layered jewelry; dresses and robes are the favored fancy fashion.

this valentino line from 2016 has a lot of the kind of dresses i imagine would be popular in the south. i also like this one from 2015.

for the hunter, the Order doesn't have any kind of uniform; it's just on the people themselves to look presentable, which can lead to an interesting mix - hence Lea and Hadrien wearing hanfu.

some hunters may just wear their nicest armor & nothing else, others may wear dresses or robes with a few pieces of flashy armor layered overtop, others may wear their culture's traditional clothing, etc.

in general: the north is more muted and practical, heavy clothes with furs and leather and one main focus piece (jewelry or armor or both); the south likes plunging necklines & showing skin, flowy fabrics, loud prints and embroidery, with lighter layered jewelry and more subtle leather/metal designs if there is any at all.