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Alchumena Velthuria Ilithiia Alsinei
Unseen Elder of the Tdet; Also known as Mother or Ati; Witcher OC; Likes and follows from lover-de-lettenhove; horny on main for one (1) Dilfgaardian vampire (@abharsair); avatar made by the eternally excellent wandering-gharasham
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Ophelia by Arthur Hughes
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Flora by Evelyn De Morgan
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Persephone and the pomegranate
Model, Makeup, Styling: @schwarzgalle
Concept, Styling, Photography, Edit: @tommy-liddell
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Sharon Tate’s costume as Sarah Chagal from The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967)/ Dance of the Vampires.
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Artist: null hypothesis _
Title: From the novel “Under the Oak Tree”
“Fanart for a Korean novel “Under the Oak Tree” with inspiration from Inge Prader’s recreation of Gustav Klimt’s “Beethoven Frieze””
Wonderful piece…
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I’m close to meeting a humble milestone so in celebration I’ve decided to host a wee art giveaway!
3rd Place: Portrait sketch
2nd Place: Flat colour portrait with simple background
1st Place: Flat colour bust/halfbody with simple background
RULES
You must be following me! And it’d be real nice if you didn’t follow just to leave when the giveaway is over; I’d like to see folks sticking around
My usual rules as per my commissions apply to these prizes
Likes and Reblogs both count as entries. Multiple reblogs will be counted, but please don’t spam your followers!
Winners will be selected via a random number generator
Winners will be drawn on February 17th!
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Completed Commission of Saskia of The Witcher, and my OC Ladislav Branwell for @ofvergen ❤ Thank you so so much for commissioning me to draw your girl and the vampire dad. I absolutely loved putting this together for you and only had one minor self existential crisis over getting it finished hjklsjsl.
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#SRSLY BETHO IS AWESOME AND SO IS HER ART#THESE TWO LOOK SO WONDERFUL#not my art#GO GIVE BETHO ALL YOUR LOVE
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Muse Body Language
bold what you apply to your muse
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DEFENSIVENESS:
arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE:
hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION:
arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose // eyes narrowing
OPENNESS & COOPERATION:
open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE:
hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin //rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY:
chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands//playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing //rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION:
short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhale
Tagged by: @wandering-gharasham
Tagging: Whoever wants to do it. uvu
#ooc#headcanons#she doesn't USUALLY do the arm crossing bit#its rare#but i didn't bold it for that reason
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Senses and Other Oddly Specific Headcanons
Tagged by: @abharsair
Tagging: Whoever wants to do it. c:
1. What does your muse smell like? She tends to smell like a combination of vanilla, lemon, and bergamot for the fact that she really likes a particular pastry that smells strongly of those ingredients. Otherwise, she uses a jasmine perfume.
2. What do your muses hands feel like? In her maiden form, soft and dainty. In her Elder form, bony and frail. No matter her form, she absolutely can crush the bones in your hand by squeezing hard enough.
3. What does your muse usually eat in a day? It depends on what Ladislav has prepared for the meal that night, but she loves indulging in a madeleine or two after dinner - hence the scent of lemon, vanilla, and bergamot.
4. Does your muse have a good singing voice? Yes. Her voice is low and rich - definitely an alto, maybe even a tenor. She likes singing lullabies to her children when they’re young, and if she’s alone, she might sing them to herself.
5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? She tends to feed into gossip and rumors but won’t question the sources. Extremely impulsive and melodramatic - doesn’t really think before speaking sometimes despite being a “wise” elder.
6. What does your muses usually look like/wear? Long dresses, high collars, long sleeves, bright colors - in her elder form, she’ll wear darker colors. She wears her hair down a lot in her maiden form and will keep it up in her elder form.
7. Is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? She can be touchy-feely with people she loves or wants to comfort - a hand on the arm or a reassuring hug. With her mates, she’s usually rather cold. She will seek out attention from them, but usually it’s in the form of sex. The only one she’s actually purposefully sought out love and affection from and returned fully in kind is Ladislav, and it took him a LOT of work to get there.
8. What position does your muse sleep in? On her stomach splayed out, draped over her lover, or else curled around him. She is not a graceful sleeper
9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? She’s not one for raising her voice, so if you can hear her, run.
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A pony goes to Doctor Branwell and tells him, "Doc, I think I’m dying. I have this terrible sore throat." "It’s okay," Ladislav assures him, "you’re just a little horse."
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#ofvergen#saving this because akjdh#her husband ladies and gentlemen#the butt of our jokes#ooc#crack
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Ladislav Branwell - The Dragon of Nilfgaard
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#i cant love them enough#Alchumena and Ladislav#abharsair#him cute#when she's not being a bitch#im gonna hc that ladislav is only a turd cuz ati is mean to him#asdfghjklkjhgfds
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Well, he was thinking of everything, now wasn't he? Alchumena cocked a brow but gave a sly little smile.
"Some wine would be wonderful. As for your wager.. I suppose I can acquiesce. It will provide me some entertainment at the very least. Eternity is quite boring if you do not put a spin to it."
She was feeling rather cocky. There were a great many secrets she had that she had no intention of spilling, but she was confident enough in her skills with this card game that she doubted she would need to tell him a thing.
In Continuation of this II @dearest-mother-vampire
“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a pastime and that as an Elder. Surely eternity is something we must fight against, but it is impossible to escape?”
Ezekiel smiles and offers Ati his arm to escort her to the table around which two quite comfortable looking chairs were standing. He went behind the left one and pulled it back a little so that the eldest could sit down. Then he moved it back to the table with her. “May I bring you a drink before we begin? It would be a shame for your throat to dry out if the rounds take longer than expected.”
She had everything you needed for a few decent drinks, but he preferred to wait for her answer and concoct a prankster in the meantime:
“What do you say we play for a stake? We both have more than enough money, that would be boring. I honestly thought of a spicier stake. Perhaps betraying secrets? When I lose, I tell one, when you lose, you tell one. The one that wins has to decide about the topic…”
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Lilith (1887) by John Maler Collier (England, 1850-1934). Atkinson Art Gallery, Southport (UK). A dangerous “demon of the night”.
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Totally random ask, and maybe something that has been asked before, but why is Alchumena so fond of bearing children? What does it mean to her? And what are her feelings towards these many children and their descendants?
Her upbringing was awful. Like, horrendous. Her mother was a tyrant and neither her nor none of her siblings knew their fathers. On top of that, every single one of her siblings (twelve older brothers) were rejected by their mother simply for being male. Alchumena was the only one who received some semblance of affection, and that’s because she was her mother’s little girl, but as soon as she didn’t conform to her mother’s views, she was subjected to what most would likely consider torture. She was definitely brainwashed by her mother’s “teachings” and never had the life a child should have.
In a sense, her wanting children is this desire to give the love she never received growing up. Children are pure, free-spirited, innocent, immune to the harsh realities of the world around them so long as they are nurtured like they should be. It’s a feeling that she’s simply always had. She may be cold and cruel, but she is full of love. She loves her children, her lessers, her kind - she’s mainly a twat to her mates because she feels like she has to put on some shitty display of dominance.
I guess a decent enough way of explaining it is that her having kids and raising them how she sees fit is a sort of “fuck you” to her mom. It’s more self-satisfaction than anything considering her mother is in the vampire homeworld, but it still fills her with joy because one, she made them, and two, she proved to herself that she isn’t her mother (even though her treatment of her mates sorta says otherwise). As for her feelings toward her children (none of them have any descendants yet) - she loves and adores every one of them regardless of their gender. Granted, save for her firstborn, Lizzy may very well be her “favorite” simply for the fact that she’s her only daughter. She’ll have a family reunion probably every two hundred years or so just so she can catch up with her children. She lets them live their lives as they please though. At times she might write them a letter, but usually, she prefers to simply wait with joyous anticipation for the reunions.
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The more he spoke and purred, the more he truly reassured her. It was difficult to think when she was rife with emotions she never allowed herself to express, and for what? The opinion of someone who was an entire world away? He was right, she knew he was right, but she continued to react impulsively instead of actually trying to listen. It was getting through to her now, but only after so much effort on Ladislav’s part. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes to further compose herself before stepping back to look up at him.
“You are right.” It felt better to say it this time, and a faint smile finally tugged at the corners of her lips. “I cannot express with words how badly I needed to hear that. My insecurities get the best of me at times, and I have.. a lot of them. I do not think they will simply go away after a stern talking-to, but you somehow still manage to give me what I need - even when I myself do not realize I need it.”
She reached up, cupped his jaw, and this time coaxed him down into a light kiss before she once more wrapped her arms around him - this time over his shoulders - now that he was better within reach.
“You know I desire you, yes? Your love, your affection, your attention - everything you have to offer. I desire everything you are, and yet, I cannot seem express this well enough to refrain from hurting you.” She pressed her forehead to his and finally returned his purrs. “Thank you. For your patience and love above all other things. I.. feel much better.”
His kindness did feel alien at times, but that didn’t make them feel any less wonderful. It was in poor taste that she often spoke without first thinking, and truthfully, her overemotional impulsiveness tended to be her undoing more that anything else. This conversation would hopefully remind her to stop giving in to those tumultuous thoughts and simply let herself be instead of breaking herself down.
Ladislav’s eyes widened a fraction, aghast. Whenever she descended into her fits of melancholy she occasionally saw fit to fall on her sword before him. And though he knew full well she had a flair for dramatics, her self piteous assumptions still stung and alarmed him. The stoic and terrifying elder facade was thin in places like a worn veneer, and when he managed to scratch the surface he often drew blood without meaning to. Then again, he reasoned; it was difficult to develop a thick skin after spending so long having your every whim bowed to, never having a word said against you. Even more difficult perhaps, when that facade had developed in response to having listened to vitriol against oneself for too long. He knew that feeling well.
“Mena.” It was difficult to keep the exasperation from his voice - but he balanced it with a reassuring touch, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I do not think you soulless. At times you perhaps have soul and spirit in excess - but you seek to divert it. You seek to have others think that of you.”
The sight of her glistening eyes made his heart clench and his gut sink, though it did not show in his stoic face. Damn it all; even when he tried to do good, he made things worse. He had sought to uplift her and stir her spirit to action against her ghosts, not tear her down and yet here she was, crumpling.
He did not have the way with words and feelings he wished he had in these situations. A calloused hand reached out to hold her cheek, his shoulders hunched as he leaned in towards her.
“You are no burden to me.” He reassured her firmly, assured that his long reputation for directness and disdain for glib speeches provided him with credibility. “And I do not think poorly of you. Do you think I would bother to speak to someone like this if I thought ill of them? I’d sooner not speak to them at all.” He paused as she relinquished her light hold on him and for a moment he anticipated either her exit or ire directed towards him; but when she moved only to wrap her arms around him he allowed it freely, curling his arms around her and pressing his head against her hair so he might deeply inhale the scent of it.
“There is only one person who must be assured of your worth.” He reminded her quietly, pressing a light kiss against her fiery curls. “And that is yourself. To hell with phantoms. Damn whatever you perceive your ‘subjects’ expect of you. Seize what you desire, my love.”
His hands moved firmly across her back, pressing her into himself and coaxing a deep purr from his chest that hummed against her. His heart sang as she not only welcomed but sought him out and he rewarded her with the softness that still seemed so alien to her.
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