#Anilith

[artofchessxn]

#character headshots #Anilith Verderaki #Marythmis Sequar #Anilith #Ryth #tiefling #tiefling warlock #tiefling mage #D&D #dnd ocs #dnd character #dnd character art #digital art #illustration

[begayeatdice]

Dragon's Peace

Featuring...

-Elizar "Eli" the Tiefling Draconic Sorcerer -Bisca the Wood Elf Wild Magic Barbarian -Boltan the Human Horizon Walker Ranger -Baelon the Half-Elf Storm Sorcerer -Anilith the Firbolg Grave Cleric/Spores Druid -Agrani the Kobold Ascendant Dragon Monk -Brutus the Dwarf Champion Fighter Sessions 1-5 Sessions 6-10 Sessions 11-15 Sessions 16-20 Sessions 21-25

#dragon's peace

[recitedemise]

Incredible, he thinks. Of course, Anilith's the portrait of leisure, isn't she? She's both endless pleasure and the need for more. Her steps, fawnish, are guided by the wizard, and her cheeks, blistering, singe like rose. They had rescued the gnomes, slaughtered Nere like a sow, and in the seat of his chest sat damning and scarred, his heart, gladdened, swells with pride. This tiefling's moved him. Impressed him, in fact. So, a drink to her deeds is the least she deserves, but gods, her indulgence now borders mad. Anilith: "Far be it from me to doubt your... aspirations," Gale starts, "but becoming a distillery's a curious choice." A bibberbang eyes them as he steers them away. Her look, her gaze, seem half-way hazed.

Something is wrong, he hums in his head. The Underdark howls. "Are you feeling alright?"

@darklyurged.

#DARKLYURGED #Gale is worried... in the sheer hedonism. #Throwing a little larty in the underdark is definitely a choice!! A little fun! A little danger! <3

[rarityismywaifu-arts]

She is tho!!! 

Anilith Nimble is a super cute tiefling assassin and the OC of @anearbyanimal 

I just had to draw her after seeing her! I hope you guys like her too! 

Full res : https://imgur.com/a/e6tM0R0

Time: 10:00 ish ?

#my art #oc #Anilith nimble #Anilith #DnD #tiefling #freckles are my weakness #sfw

[ragnaofazure]

⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

@genesisoul

What was Anilith thinking?

That was the sole line that would be asked over and over again, did a fight or flight response choice not flare up in her head? The more she walked down the trail of blood, the more the feeling of dread and bloodlust would become noticeable. Maybe at the end she could perceive the minimal familial presence and that was what kept driving her forward?

The ground would start shaking as she reached the end of it and the trail was getting worse down the line... At one point, she would find a corpse, mauled beyond belief, the insides were... nearly empty. The neck was tore into by clear bites of sharp fangs. Another one down the line missing some limbs; three to be precise, nothing but bones and some flesh sprawled all over, there was no face to recognize...

There were other two as she finally reached the source of the path of pain and carnage. His back was turned, but there was something wrong.

Beyond wrong.

As Ragna turned around, covered in blood that was still rolling down his mouth, the teeth on the right half on his face clearly turned to wicked, sharp fangs, the aura of death burning bright around him...

The Azure and the beast had gone out of control and taken over him, yet he hadn’t jumped at a new target, why? Was he still conscious enough to remember a familiar face? What was holding him back?

There was no way of knowing.

#genesisoul #((And then Anilith was the only one to roll this encounter oh boi)) #tw blood #tw murder

[gueirafloridaman]

🎧🎧🎧 uwu

And if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes … 

She could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives a perfect ten photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs 

{ Samsa - Butterflies }

#I have two favorite lines from this rap song- #song is in the perspective of gueira towards anilith vwvb #florida man answers #link to song is in the title #music meme #genesisoul

[madburnishdetroit]

@genesisoul​ said: "Lio, Lio Lio Lio Lio!!!" she shouted She was running towards him. She halted a bit to catch her breath. "I have a present for you!!" She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a gift. She held out the gift for the other to accept. "Open it up." When he opened it, he would find a beautiful box of hand made macarons. "I hope you like it!"

“Anilith?” It was a surprise to see the flower shop owner visiting today. Since she had moved back to the city, it became difficult to tell when she would find a chance to stop by the Burnish refuge. Although he wouldn’t admit it, it seemed quieter without her around.

“What is this for?” He gently took the box from her hands and opened it. Macarons?! And they were homemade, too. Lio’s eyes lit up at the sight. 

“Thank you--” FUCK. A smile crossed his lips. Was that her plan all along? It was too late to protest. It was a nice gift, and he was grateful. A smile was the least he could offer in thanks. It would be ridiculous to regret it at this point.

#△: asks #▷: ic #genesisoul #▽: Λshes #// context: anilith told lio she'd make him smile one day

[the-ravenous-flock]

Darkened Shores

Jericho Swain had once known happiness.  Once.

In his youth, he’d worked his way up the military ladder, earning accolade after accolade.  Eventually, he’d caught the eye of one of his aides, a young woman by the name of Beatrice.  They would come to marry, and live in bliss.  However, bliss is a rare commodity in Noxus, a fact that would soon make itself known to the young couple.  For Swain, who was a masterful strategist and thriving mage, would run afoul of the Darkwill family.  Boram Darkwill, patriarch of the family, saw Swain’s rise as a potential risk to his family’s strength.  After all, a brilliant mind often had a strong ambition.  So, Boram did the only thing a thug like himself could: He framed your Jericho with the most heinous of crimes. 

Swain had arrived home late that evening.  He’d been kept by aide after aide asking for his signature, to look over reports, to see to some inane task.  Finally, he’d had quite enough, and managed to sneak past the others, and managed his way.  What he found upon entering his estate, however, would shake him to his core.  Every member of his house staff lie in a pile of bodies, all ranging in level of desecration.  Blood covered the walls, staining the carpets.  However, one thought immediately cut through his mind.  He had to find Beatrice.  It did not take long.  Her body lie upon their bed, her face purple, her body barely recognizable.  She had not died quickly, either.  Whoever had done this had not only slain her, but defiled and desecrated her, before and after her demise.  Swain was beyond rage, beyond despair.  He swore he’d find the men who had committed this, and pave the streets with their blood.  

And so he did.  

The gang who’d raided his mansion were found later that day, and he gutted each and every last one, to the man.  After his rage subsided, Swain came to in a prison cell.  He’d lost himself in the battle, barely cognizant of anything happening.  After spending the night blindly staring into a wall, Darkwill himself came to him.  A smirk on his face, and papers in his hand.  Darkwill had ordered the men to strike his home, to kill his family.  And he’d pinned the entire thing on Swain.  They’d not had the clout to execute Swain, for he’d not left any clues.  However, Darkwill had managed to have him exiled in disgrace, to never return to Noxus.  He would be stripped of his rank, and deported, in chains, to Bilgewater.  Where “a criminal such as himself deserved to die”.  And so did Swain leave Noxus.

Swain would spend the next few years serving aboard various ships, unleashing his vengeance and anger upon others.  For who deserved to be happy, when his life had been shattered so unjustly?  He would raid settlements, villages, and towns, slaughtering men and women.  He would become feared as the Black Raven of the seas.  Eventually, he became a captain in his own right, gaining himself a ship.  The Black Rose, he would name it, in honor of his wife.  None would understand the name, but they would fear it all the same.

Fifteen years have passed, and rage has cooled to a dull ache that burns in his soul nightly.  He no longer slaughters every man and woman who raise arm against him.  It does not sit well in his chest anymore.  Instead, he captures them, and brings them to Bilgewater, as slaves.  He knows he has let down his wife.  He knows he has let down his men, who looked to him as a paragon of honor.  He now walks this world a shell of a man, broken and battered, but too spiteful to die quietly.  

With that in mind, Swain sets his mind to the job at hand.  A small fishing village off the coast of Ionia, barely noticeable in the small outlet it sits.  A keen eye has seen it, though.  A small bird sits quietly on his shoulder, unseen to Swain himself.  Swain steers his ship to shore, and readies his men to strike. 

 The cannons load, and suddenly hell breaks loose.

#Darkened Shores #Pirate!AU #Anilith #Swain #Beatrice #spiritiisms

[noxian-rose]

📬 I'm still waiting for cereal

| A LETTER FROM THE MATRON | (CLOSED.)

There was a small piece of paper that appeared on Ani’s bedside table one morning, the paper had been adorned with little flowers at the edges and smelled distinctly of strawberries to match. On the paper the letter read: 

Anilith, 

Darling I’m afraid that we don’t have anything in store for what you call ‘ cereal ‘ , most of the safehouses don’t quite keep stock of this either as no one typically requests it. Apologies dear. 

#spiritiisms #ask #(one with illusion .. ic) #OC: Anilith #// the real reason as to why lmao

[4senna]

starter for @genesisoul !

     Lucian watched with narrowed eyes as the contractor walked away, leaving the two to the Ionian market. He held the coinpurse— it was more of a sack, really —given to them as payment for cleansing the woods, and it was left up to them to divide the money between themselves. Of course, Lucian had no issue splitting the funds fairly, but before he even opened the bag to examine the money inside, he whirled to face Anilith with a quizzical expression.

     Zuse, he thought she'd called it— whatever that thing had been —was gone now, but his questions, perhaps bordering on accusations, were not.

     ' Anilith, the hell was all'a that? ' he asked. Of course, she'd made some effort to explain during the actual battle, but now that they could safely discuss the shadowy man which had quite literally sprung forth from her back, he wanted some information that was more concrete. ' Look, kid, I know I don't know you, but I sure as hell know when I been dealin' with a kid in over their head. I've seen a lot of things in my line'a work. Only creatures that look anythin' like that come from either the bad kind'o magic, or the Isles. '

#I CAN SAVE HER — (THREADING.) #genesisoul #sorry it's a bit shorter than what i normally put out! #mobile tings ;( #but anyway i thought we could pick up a while after where our thread cut off

[artofchessxn]

#artofchessxn #chessxn #digital art #illustration #character art #d&amp;d characters #fantasy characters #oc artwork #d&amp;d ocs #tiefling #unplayed character #new character #mage #Anilith has been brewing for so long I'm hype to EVENTUALLY play her #Anilith Verderaki

[brokenblueazure]

👹 - at a shrine uwu

Send me one of the following for some public fun in different places!

👹 - at a shrine

@genesisoul / @genesisin

The day they take a summer stroll for a shrine visit, saying it would be fun to have a good stroll and how it was nice to go with someone... He sometimes felt self-conscious at spiritual places or more like this, it made him always think of his mother figure or how he had been told to get out of places of that nature given who he was because he was not welcome...

But seems like Anilith at one point wasn’t going to let him think about anything of that sort today, because while the place was majorly empty, seems like that was a good excuse to sneak behind the shrine, open their clothes enough and start nailing her with her feet off the wall, her clinging to him as her legs locked around him.

“It’s up to you if you want to be loud... I’m not stopping you and I’d like it, but be aware what you risk...” Teasing her, Ragna’s cock continued to hit her depths over and over again, she was going to walk out of here with his seed dribbling out of her sex and down her thighs.

#genesisoul #genesisin

[ragnaofazure]

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

@genesisoul

Ragna was visibly confused, “You can if you want, you know I don’t really need one.” For him to actually reach a point of exhaustion or that he could no longer move or need any form of rest, “...But I won’t be an inconsiderate ass and disregard if you need to sit down, yeah?” Twirling huge sword in hand with extreme ease back to it’s resting position, he would come to a standstill.

At least he was figuring Anilith needed to take a breather, otherwise, he obviously did not need anything, so... Until then? He would remain at a standstill.

#gensisoul #genesisoul

[gueirafloridaman]

👤+ Anilith!!

To Gueira, Anilith is someone he can and around with during his down time. She's someone he can goof around and one of the few people who can tolerate his ass. At first he wasn't sure what to think of her due to how she saw Governor Foresight. But as time passed by, Anilith is someone who is dear to the hot-head both platonically and possibly romantically if he wasn't such a himbo sometimes. Gueira would also not hesitate to drop everything to see if she's alright.

[steel-and-fire]

She wants a hug. She missed him, he had told her to practice and train on her own while he went on a mission, but he was back now. And she missed him!!

She got no hug, because...hugs. But he did place his metal hand on her head and pat her lightly.

"Greetings Anilith. I see you're doing well." His demeanor was cold, but there was a warmth in his hellish voice.

"It's been a while. Have you been a good girl?"

#genesisoul #ic #<: #cutie

[noxian-rose]

❣ "you owe me for not giving me my name brand cereal"

THIS KISS IS POSSIBLE I SWEAR. | ( NOW CLOSED )

a cheek kiss - AH YES, MORE FLUFF. Best to enjoy it since the next ones are actually going to be more solid to her character ahaaa. Which means they’re not going to be as fun. Shame.

— It had all began with a day of typical observation, from the way the Ionian  had spoken and moved about the free spaces of the underground organization. The girl was small for her age and LeBlanc herself was taller by atleast an estimate of five inches, leaving little assumption as to how the recruiters had thought she was only a child. Anilith was her name. She carried a youthful face and trademark Ionian strands of silver hair neatly arranged into twin braids, her clothes simple yet stylish. The recruiter who had brought the woman to her office had recommended immediate disposal as soon as he had inquired her age, though was dismissed for the time being.

Never had LeBlanc seen a girl like her tread the halls of her organization. 

A smile graced her lips at every turn, a greeting here and there to other members caught off guard in the midst of their day to day tasks. With every step she took, Anilith skipped and laughed, somedays LeBlanc found herself watching her interact with the spirits roaming through the halls. The girl had even found a liking to Khada Jhin and made an effort to visit him during the ongoing days of her stay at the organization, according to him she one day handed over a plate of what Anilith had called ‘ghost cookies’.

Jhin refused to eat them. 

Even now she caught her thoughts wandering. Anilith had come to her with yet another helping of the cookies. When LeBlanc inquired the origin of their name the Ionian simply grins. 

“They have spirits in them, of course!” 

The Matron nods, a small smile creeping it’s way to her lips at the thought. She hadn’t expected the name to be literal. “Come here darling” 

Dainty hands pull at the girl and bring her into LeBlanc’s embrace, a soft kiss placed upon her cheek “ Care to bake more, dear? I have a need for several batches…” 

#spiritiisms #ask #(one with illusion .. ic) #OC: Anilith #// o w o spirit gril #// she even fooled the recruiters LOL #// but ye LB would never be THIS affectionate KEK #// those cookies are going to Elise and Vlad lets be real lmao