#heartblood

[phalanxus]

Ornn just wants to chill in peace

#ornn #freljord #legends of runeterra #heartblood #league of legends #league of legend art #canon #comic #runeterra #wildrift

[dinagastuff]

Here is some illustrations of our girls! Asta and Teyeno! if you are interested to read their story you can check it out from here:

Webtoon Canvas

#heartblood #asta #teyeno #girl love #webtoon canvas #heartblood comic #web comic #romance

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Tarina from Heartblood, who has a facial scar

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Black and white drawing of a women with a scar over the bridge of her noes. She has short dark colored hair and large pointy elf ears. She is also wearing a dark colored shirt.]

#facial trauma character #Heartblood #Heartblood tarina #disabled character of the day

[bftdx3aly]

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#Early #thelytocia #triazoic #Canelo #pyrocatechuic #stopwork #practicant #disheartenment #staccatos #Axonia #unvoraciousness #piratess #drammage #Riksdag #epiphytous #Rennane #dippy #heartblood #calibration #hypermorph

[uchitiddy]

(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

#sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru #my dress up darling #that bisque doll can fall in love #marin kitagawa #kitagawa marin #mangaedit #shoujoedit #mine #manga coloring #animanga #userchris #pls god dont let this flop i worked so fucking hard on this #ive never colored anything before and i really poured my heartblood into it #anime girl #manga girl #kawaii

[miniconsuffrage]

what’s wrong with tarn!

well aside from being a terrible terrible terrible person. nothing. it's just funny bc tarn Wears A Mask like scourge did in the movie and is the only character I can think of whose thing is Wearing A Mask. but they didn't use him for the movie they used scourge 😔

tf media is very interesting bc there are sooooo many versions and iterations of characters that can often be wildly different from each other, so the question of 'who do you pick' when you need a character to fill a certain role in your new story inevitably has a lot of options to choose from. scourge makes sense bc he was originally one of unicorn's dudes (he was the guy with the beard in the 1986 movie) but he wasn't the main one and they didn't give him his iconic beard. they gave him tarn's mask. making him kinda like a weird galvatron/scourge/tarn mashup. which is not unusual it's just funny

mirage was not the obvious choice to make the main robot guy. there was already a guy named tracks that would have been the obvious choice. same personality, same story (got stolen by a human dude, became gay best friends with him). but I guess they wanted to use the hologram powers that mirage has so they took tracks and gave him mirage's name and now he's mirage.

anyway ty for letting me tell you about robots so much ilu 🥺🥺🥺

#sorry i had a lot to say #tarn is like. decepticon secret police? #his job isnt even killing autobots it's killing decepticons for not being ideologically pure enough #he and his posse are VERY gruesome and horrible people and love to torture and drink heartblood #they kinda grossed me out the first go-round but now they're ok they can be funny #maya #maya has listened to me talk about robots so much lately 🥺🥺🥺

[instituteled]

@bonesfog | cont.

     Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ not be too much nutrient in this: some more that he freshly hunted and the blood is still not entirely changed over, but it's not what this is about. It's a thing of control much more, of knowing well how tight the grip on his lover still is even if he didn't turn him himself (a thing of chance, really: when he'd been on his doorstep, dripping wet and hurting, it had been a near thing, although he cannot tell if it would have been that or death, and which one would have been the more favorable option). And of the sensation that travels through his own body at that. More potent at the neck, of course, and while he knows he trained his little puppy well years and years before they became what they are now, there is some small disappointment at the fact he'd rather be polite. But the toxins coating his fangs do their work anyway, a relaxing liberating feeling, something hot and feverish in the best of ways. Better than any mortal drug.

     It won't last very long: hardly minutes after Barnabas retreats, with the nature of it all, and there's disappointment in that, too. Nothing he can blame the other boy for, not really, but still it's one of many many things sitting underneath his tongue begging to be let into the world like the venom they are.

     Not now. Not when he's behaving so well.

     Hands coat back the other's hair, and he presses a kiss to his forehead (cold and empty like he is, like he feels), not making any more to leave his position perched atop the other boy. "Next time, I promise." Even if he prefers this. Even if this feels more intimate, and gives him more control, and makes sure this bat and the wisp in the woods will not meet too soon. But still, his word is his word.

#bonesfog #[ V ] ;; CHOKING ON MY LOVE'S HEARTBLOOD. (vampire.) #was gonna queue this but now i gotta

[wizzard890]

So there’s a trend that I absolutely hate in online discussions of (non-satirical) genre, particularly genre that’s influenced by the gothic. This trend makes my eyes roll back in my head until I can see through my own skull. It makes me want to bite a car in half. It makes me want to step into the jellyfish tank at the New York Aquarium and beg for the sweet sweet annihilation of a thousand stings. 

I call this trend: Oh Just Be Sensible, and it goes like this:

“Why do vampires always end up covered in blood when they feed, I don’t spill soup all down the front of my shirt when I eat dinner. Real toddler energy.”

“Why do people always cut their hands to swear oaths, everyone knows it would hurt way less on the [insert body part with fewer nerve endings]”

“Vampires shouldn’t be feeding from people’s wrists, it damages the tendons, if doctors don’t take your blood from your wrist, vampires shouldn’t either! No one will be able to flex their fingers the next day.”

(This comes up a lot with vampires, I mention, as I stride purposefully into the glistening mass of jellyfish.)

There are direct answers for some of these when it comes to the practical visual language of a particular medium (for example, you cut your hand on stage / on set because you can hold a blood pack in there, and even if you don’t have an effect, the gesture and its purpose can be discerned from the nosebleeds) but what really gets me is how thematically boneheaded this sort of observation is. 

Like, let’s go down the list here. 

Why do vampires end up covered in their victims’ blood? Well Scoob, do you think it could maybe have something to do with their bestial, inhuman nature? Or with the erotic and sensual abandon with which they can approach violence, now that they’re untethered from human morals? 

Why do people cut their hands to swear oaths? Aside from what I mentioned above, do you think maybe it’s because it adds a layer of gravity to see two people swearing an oath to one another with blood dripping from their clasped hands? Do you think it’s maybe to evoke a unity of body, something greater and more primal than a unity of word? Or maybe to remind us of the dire consequences of breaking a blood oath?

Why are authors having vampires feed from people’s wrists if it damages their tendons? Damn, maybe that’s because it’s where the pulse is. You know, the pulse? The heartblood, the thing that races when you’re scared or turned on or both? The thing that stutters when you’re close to death and could, should the author choose, ring in the vampire’s ears like a chime or a great pounding thunderclap. Maybe in a story about undead beings who drink blood, we can sacrifice a bit of sensible reality in order to enforce the emotion and thematic heft of a scene? 

Images like these communicate what is happening between two characters, not just the events that are transpiring! No one making stories forgot to consider ~sensible~ little observations, because it would be absolutely inane to consider an observation with the creative value of a wet paper towel. This stuff is part of our visual language for a reason! Themes also need to be communicated! 

God, like, okay, I’m exhausted and the aquarium staff keeps yelling at me when they find me here, but let me just wrap up by saying that relationships, character and meaning are expressed in so many ways beyond dialogue or internal monologue, and those expressions are so rarely sensible. 

(Also all this shit looks cool as hell, do you really want your protagonists swearing to die for one another by dabbing their slightly bleeding elbows together, grow up.)

#me: don't make me tap the sign #sign: fun allowed #(thematic clarity and character relationships should trump sensible realism every time) #(realism is fine! but monocle popping smirky little 'hmm I think dan brown was an idiot' smugness is just....bad!) #(it's bad and it makes for bad writing!) #my thoughts about books

[vintagerpg]

Well, whatever the problems of the previous modules in the series, H4: The Throne of Bloodstone (1988) has no intention of leaving players wanting. The theme here is “Go big” and, well, it does. The “H” always stood for “high-level” but none of the previous modules earn that classification quite like H4, which has a rating of level 18 to ONE HUNDRED.

Plot? Simple. Get the Wand of Orcus. Destroy it. And also Orcus. In his house. The adventure starts with the final confrontation with the Witch King who had been the source of all the problems in H1-3. They then journey to the Abyss and make their way to Orcus’ fortress. The encounters are frankly ridiculous. Demogorgon, Yeenoghu, Juiblex, Graz’zt and more await to be battled or bargained with along the way. There is a city of 100 liches. There is another tarrasque. There are multiple hard to parse mazes that defy conventional physics. Then you fight Orcus. And after all that, you know what you need to do to destroy Orcus’ stupid wand? It needs to be dipped in the heartblood of Tiamat. Sure, no biggie, off to Hell we go!

I don’t think H4 gets talked about enough. It is possible the most over the top, ridiculous, improbably difficult adventure TSR ever produced (the book offhandedly recommends two DMs run the fight against Tiamat, but gives zero guidance on how that would turn out). Everybody is always like “Oh, yea, gonzo old school, like White Plume Mountain,” or “Oh, yea, deadly old school, like Tomb of Horrors.” This thing has both those beat. Handily.

Great cover by Keith Parkinson. Among my favorites. The lads from the band Final Gasp like it too.

#roleplaying game #tabletop rpg #dungeons & dragons #rpg #d&d #ttrpg #H4 #Bloodstone #Throne Of Bloodstone

[i-did-not-mean-to]

TRSB 2023

Dear people, after having dropped the ball in order to finish many many many fics...I've finally finished the TRSB Masterlist.

Is it pretty? No...

But does it have ALL the tags, fully searchable, as many original art links (GO REBLOG THE ART!!!!) as I could unearth, and all my heartblood?

Yes, it does.

If there are still mistakes and typos, please let me know...

This was a community service by IDNMT

#og post #TRSB 2023 #tolkien reverse summer bang #tolkien reverse summer bang 2023 #Google sheets Masterlist #Lots of love from me #Labour of love

[lustingupon]

@heartblood

[bcbdrums]

Persuasion

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: Monthly OTP prompt fills from this list for Spirit and Stein, because I cannot stop writing about them. I'm happy to hear recommendations each month for which prompt to write next. This month's chosen prompt: 1. First Kiss Shamelessly inspired by the fanfic "Feeling Needed" by NothingSoDivine. (@asymmetryestablished) Wrote this all in one evening while half asleep, straight through, no edits or even proofread (yikes oh well). And placeholder title is...a placeholder, if you have a better one, give it to me! And it was still January in my timezone, this still counts! Enjoy some academy babies.

Persuasion

Persuasion

Stein straightened from his lean against the wall at the corner of the courtyard when he realized he'd been crossing his arms. Spying on his weapon was bad enough without making it too obvious that he disapproved of his activities when the older teen would inevitably wander his way.

Spirit was currently occupied with another weapon from their class, nearer to Stein's age if he was remembering correctly. Her hair was blonde and caught the sun in the way that one couldn't help but look, and Stein had to admit that its radiance even outshone the heartblood red of Spirit's. Her eyelashes were dark like her leather jacket and mini-skirt, and the red of her lips matched the soft, low-cut shirt she wore that was just visible through the open front of the jacket.

Spirit was clearly enthralled by her appearance, but the only thing Stein found truly of note was the cigarette that dangled precariously from the girl's lips as she laughed at whatever Spirit was saying. Stein had watched her skill three times at keeping the small stick in its proper place when she flashed her teeth, and he was starting to wonder if it had anti-gravitational properties.

Spirit abruptly straightened, and Stein unthinkingly did the same, the older teen's posture putting him on alert. Some form of goodbye was about to take place, and then Stein would have his weapon back until the next time a member of the curvier sex caught his eye. Which was more and more frequent as of late.

But then the girl did something that caused Stein to startle forward a step, his eyes widening on the pair. She took a long drag from her cigarette, and then held it away from her as she set her other hand on Spirit's shoulder and rose up on her toes. Spirit's fingers hovered near her waist when her mouth found his, and Stein watched the girl's lips part, surround Spirit's, and his eyes go wide before closing in reaction to whatever appealed about the physicality of the moment.

But it was more than a kiss, as Stein watched the girl finally pull away with a smirk. Spirit blinked, looking surprised, and then slowly blew the smoke out from between his lips, watching it curl upward and away. Stein was also blinking repeatedly, having never conceived of an exchange like that.

He was still processing the mechanics of it when Spirit waved goodbye to his date, the cigarette now between his fingers as she turned to cross the courtyard toward the girls' dormitories. The redhead turned a moment later to head in the path that would lead back to the nicer student apartments. Stein was still too stunned by what he had seen to move to either depart or make greeting, simply watching the weapon approach wearing an expression that was something between dreamy and utterly stunned.

"Oh! Stein!" Spirit exclaimed when he practically bumped into the meister. "What are... Were you watching me?"

"Yes," Stein said simply as he moved to stand at his weapon's side and match his pace.

Spirit sighed shakily. "That's creepy, you know. Most people would be really put off by that."

"I know. So what was this one's name?"

A huff was Spirit's initial response, and then a brightening of his eyes as he frowned down in the meister's direction. Stein's smirk didn't reach his lips, but he knew Spirit could see it in his eyes.

"I know her name! It's..."

Stein did smile then as Spirit floundered, mumbling pieces of words and names to himself as his brow twisted in confusion. Ever since the first time the red-haired weapon had come home and been unable to recall the name of his date, Stein had teased him on the topic.

"Kelly!" Spirit suddenly exclaimed in triumph, and then he brought the gifted cigarette to his lips as he grinned.

"So you smoke now?" Stein asked, noting the slight grimace on the taller teen's face as he experimented with an inhale.

"Trying it out. She gave me the rest of her pack."

Stein was curious too, but less about the cigarettes than what he had witnessed in farewell between the two hormone-driven weapons. His heart pounded as his mind raced ahead to the potential conclusion of what he suddenly realized he wanted, but had absolutely no agency to achieve.

"That looked complicated," he ventured as they walked.

"Hmm?"

Stein watched as Spirit blew the smoke out slowly, his brow pinching slightly as he assessed the experience.

"The way she gave you all that smoke."

"Oh," Spirit said, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stared straight ahead. "Yeah."

"How did you know to open your mouth? Did she blow the smoke in?"

"Uh, well...kinda... You're supposed to open your mouth a bit when kissing," Spirit answered, beginning to look uncomfortable. His stride lengthened and Stein kept pace, having already anticipated his partner's nerves.

"I don't understand how any of it could be pleasurable."

Spirit was looking a bit more perplexed as their steps took them toward their apartment. The sun had begun to set, and its rays shining off of Spirit's hair gave the red locks a vibrant, golden hue. Stein felt an urgency about what he was after as he watched the cigarette burn down below halfway, but he knew he was just as likely to frustrate and anger the weapon by his persistent questioning. But as he didn't think he would ever have it within him to voice the words 'kiss me,' his chosen method would have to suffice.

"Doesn't it trigger the gag reflex to have something put in your mouth?"

Spirit's brow furrowed. They had just reached the entry of the apartment complex, and the weapon had pushed through the first set of double-doors into the security vestibule.

"And doesn't the smoke burn?" Stein continued, trying to keep any cynicism out of his tone. He knew that as soon as the weapon had an escape into his bedroom, he'd have lost his chance. But it was probably a futile effort to begin with. There wasn't any type of psychology Stein could use to make his weapon understand his desire without giving away too much, and he was certain beyond a doubt that Spirit Albarn had never entertained the idea of kissing a boy.

The weapon had been repeatedly silent in response, and Stein's mind was racing for another leading question so anxiously that he hadn't noticed Spirit had stopped walking until the redhead turned to face him. Stein's thoughts slowed at the look on his weapon's face, regarding him with nervous resignation.

"You want to try it, don't you."

Stein processed Spirit's tone before the actual words, his voice low and the words breathy as he seemed to sigh them out. Stein hadn't anticipated success, and blood was suddenly hammering in his ears as the teal of the weapon's eyes remained fixed on his, awaiting a response.

A curt nod was the most Stein could manage as he attempted to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat. Spirit's brow rose in curiosity, and Stein hoped that whatever was written on his face was less than the panic that had suddenly swept his entire being.

Spirit sighed again. "I'd say find someone else for your experiments, but...I know how that would turn out."

Spirit glanced from left to right through the glass doors, and then lifted the cigarette to his lips and inhaled long and slow.

Stein suddenly realized that this was no longer a barely-formed idea in his mind, but it was actually happening. Protests and questions rushed across his brain half-formed, none able to be spoken as the words wouldn't come together. He wanted to tell Spirit to wait, to ask how to begin. But every thought fled when the weapon's fingers rested feather-light on his cheek, his pinky finger under Stein's jaw and pulling slightly to tilt his face upward.

Spirit took a step closer, and then leaned down. Stein was certain his eyes were wide with the fright he suddenly felt as they darted between Spirit's half-lidded teal ones and the approach of lips. But the weapon had committed to the action, and in the moment Stein resolved he couldn't back down, Spirit's mouth met his.

The touch was hot like fire, and soft like nothing Stein had ever felt. He wanted to pull away, yet he wanted to fall into the warmth that radiated off his partner and seemed to be welcoming him into safety. His skin was tingling all over as if it was more than his lips Spirit was touching, and a peace he'd never known began to fall over him, slowly offering relief like shelter from a storm.

Stein was about to close his eyes and surrender to the sensations that were beginning to overwhelm him, but then unfocused in front of him, Spirit's eyes opened. In a rush, he remembered the purpose of badgering his weapon into intimacy, and then cautiously let the tension he'd unknowingly put into his jaw fall slack. Spirit's fingers became more firm against his cheek, and then his lips were sealing gently over the slight parting of Stein's. The pressure of Spirit's lips against his own sent a fresh rush of heat across his senses, and then the smoke poured hot into his mouth, pooled across his tongue and hit high in the back of his throat.

It wasn't an immediate pleasure, and he pinched his eyes closed as he fought against the instinct to gag. But then he felt a different type of rush as the drug entered his system, bringing an artificial lightness that he couldn't decide in the moment if he cared for or not. Especially not when there were far more interesting sensations, like Spirit's lips beginning to close and pull softly upon his own.

When he felt the weapon pulling away, Stein's fingers found Spirit's elbow in blind pursuit of an anchor, and to his dismay a soft sound like a whimper escaped his throat. He opened his eyes again as Spirit's lips finally left his, a feeling of cold abandonment taking the place of the fire. The redhead's brow twisted in confusion, and Stein just barely had the presence of mind to close his lips to prevent the smoke's escape even as his lungs felt near to bursting from lack of oxygen.

The latter need took over, and Stein felt the sensitive membranes of his nasal passages burn as he blew most of the smoke out through his nose and then let the rest escape his mouth without grace, a few uncontrolled coughs following. His grip on Spirit's elbow tightened, and the redhead gave a single hum of a laugh as he smiled and let his hand fall to rest on Stein's shoulder.

"What do you think?" Spirit asked quietly.

Stein's head was reeling, and beyond the fixed point of Spirit's bright eyes and hair it felt like the room was sat upon a roiling ocean. He stared up at Spirit as he willed his senses back to calm, as he tried to catch his breath and bring his heart rate back to human norms. He blinked against reflexive tears as the smoke somehow stung his eyes, and another cough was the only response he was able to manage.

Spirit made another humming sound like a laugh, and his gaze softened even more.

"You'll probably need more experience before you know if you like it or not."

Whether the implication was deliberate or accidental, Stein knew the obvious interpretation had reached his eyes for the way Spirit's own widened and stared back at him, his skin suddenly flushing pink. Stein was sure his own pale cheeks were, for once, equally awash with color.

"Uh... I mean..." Spirit said stumbling, his breaths quickening.

"So..." a deep voice sounded from the doorway.

The sound of the new presence intruding upon the world Stein was still spinning within wasn't quite startling enough to bring his senses back to earth, but it caused Spirit to jump and back away from Stein as if he'd been struck by lightning. And for the heat still prickling soft over his lips, Stein wasn't so sure he hadn't been.

"Sid!" Spirit cried, voice high with panic. "What, uh...uh... D-Don't sneak up on people like that!"

"So..." the younger teen repeated, "if anybody asks me, you two weren't just—"

"No!" Spirit fairly shrieked, his voice going high.

"And you're not smoking on Academy property."

Stein suddenly found the smoldering butt of the cigarette pushed between his fingers as Spirit sputtered something else in protest that Stein didn't bother listening to. He was focused on the flush over Spirit's cheeks and the peace that seemed to have wrapped itself around him like a blanket—a feeling he was determined to hold on to for as long as it would stay.

Sid walked past them and into the building and Spirit followed, babbling his frustrations all the while. Stein trailed just a step behind, watching the red of Spirit's hair as they continued the journey to their apartment.

He brought the cigarette up and took a tentative inhale, leaving his fingers against his lips. If anyone asked, he wasn't trying to hold that tingling sensation as long as possible. He wasn't trying to memorize the way Spirit's mouth had shaped itself to his.

And he definitely wasn't planning on further experiments.

#soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #franken stein #spirit albarn #spiritstein #steinspirit #spirit x stein #stein x spirit #year of the otp #CrossStitch #death scythe #stein #spirit #sid barett #sid barrett #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #asymmetryestablished

[dinagastuff]

Happy Midsummer!

#heartblood #heartbloodcomic #asta #teyeno #webtoon #webcomic #webtoon canvas

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Teyeno (Yen) from Heartblood, who has scars on her face and body

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a woman with pointy ears lying on the ground sleeping. She has long dark grey hair. She is wearing a long sleeved blue top with a long cut. She has a scar on her left shoulder and over her lips on the left side.]

#facial trauma character #trauma injury character #Heartblood #Heartblood teyeno #Heartblood Yen #disabled character of the day

[thranduil-aran-edhil]

Saw people referring to Gale/Astarion as BloodWeave and Shadowheart/Lae'zel as SilverHeart and I love it???

So, extrapolating that, subbing the character for a quality, we have Wyll = Blade and Karlach = Fire or maybe Engine?? Aaaand Halsin = Bear, I guess?

Shadowheart/Karlach: FireHeart

Shadowheart/Astarion: BloodHeart or HeartBlood? ShadowBlood??

Shadowheart/Wyll: BladeHeart

Shadowheart/Halsin: BearHeart

Shadowheart/Gale: WeaveHeart or ShadowWeave

Astarion/Wyll: BloodBlade

Lae'zel/Astarion: SilverBlood

Astarion/Halsin: BearBlood

Astarion/Karlach: FireBlood

Wyll/Gale: WeaveBlade

Wyll/Lae'zel: SilverBlade

Wyll/Karlach: FireBlade

#theres certainly more but i just wanted to type this real quick #just testing these out but feel free to comment on whats being used i'd love to know!!! #i love to watch first hand new fandoms coming up with their language #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[fangswbenefits]

Hey there … It‘s about time to give you my unfiltered opinion! 👀

I‘m not a big fanfic reader, especially not when it comes to smut, tbh. Simply because it’s often very poorly written, like assembly instructions or something … Stumbled over TA by accident, thanks to the #astarion. You had me with the first sentence. Gosh, your writing is so good, so much space for the imagination! You just create beautiful pictures with words. So I‘m doing a happy dance now, every time you post an update! Thanks for all your heartblood you put into your stories 🫶🏻

Writing good smut is an art form, I tell myself (even if 'good' is subjective'). I mean, I've written pretty wonky smut scenes in the past until I found what worked for me (and others 👀). The formula is always the same: describe everything! use dialogue if it fits your interpretation of the character 🫂

And thank YOU so much for giving TA a try 🥺 I know some tend to stay away from unfinished fics, so I'm always grateful when someone picks TA up! 🫂🩷

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ #the arrangement