#AuraApril Day 9 + 10: Melancholy + Heavensward

Funeral Of the Silver Fuller.

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Taking a mental day so posting for both days. I put my soul and tears into this.

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In a secluded woodland within the nightly outskirts of Ishgard captures a quiet yet pivotal moment of transformation. From towering trees to the sounds of the breeze as it sways the grass, this is a land not yet claimed by its eternal winter from the 7th Umbral Calamity. Ishgard's body is still warm, still breathing. (1.0 canon fact) At the center of the scene stand two figures—teacher and student—bound not by rank, but by choice. X’hrun Tia stands poised with effortless precision, his rapier raised skyward, posture relaxed yet unyielding, the quiet confidence of a seasoned duelist evident in every line of his form. Opposite of him, a much younger "Countess," 21 year old Asha Soren, mirrors her teacher. Her blade lifted to meet his, though her posture carries the strain of imbalance, of power not yet fully mastered. Her stance and gear is a full contradiction to her methods to survive. As a vagrant of Ishgard, Asha's presence is destined as a vengeful scraper carving a place in a world that has given her none. Behind her, the well guarded Voidsent watches in interest as the two vow by blade. Their rapiers cross in a fragile axis of trust and defiance. This is no ordinary lesson. It is a pact. X’hrun Tia does not demand she sever the void bounded contract that she is protecting. Instead, he teaches her to endure it… to command it… to balance it through the practices of the Red Mage. If she can master the balance of her aether, then that ensures X'hrun Tia that their training will be an eventful one. As their blades remain raised, the vow is sealed in shared words: “Chose promise, chose due.” A promise made. A promise owed. For Asha, in this quiet night, the first fragile roots of justice begin to take hold where only vengeance once thrived. This is her reason.

A vaulted Ishgardian training hall, lit by yellow, reverent light, frames a charged moment between two figures poised at the edge of first impression. At the center, a towering statue of Halone stands in silent judgment—spear lowered, shield rested, gaze eternal—watching as though to weigh not just skill, but intent. The statue looms above, impartial and unmoving, as though the Fury herself bears witness to what begins here. To the right, Asha Soren, now 23, holds a precise 17th-century garde stance, her rapier angled with disciplined elegance, feet grounded, posture unwavering. Her expression was hidden, but her spirit is unyielding; this is not a challenge given lightly, nor one she will permit to be refused. This nature of hers will soon reward her as captain for the Ishgardian Army. Opposite of her stands younger aged Aymeric de Borel, blade raised though not yet committed. His stance is made in subtle hesitation—a moment of recalibration. His expression carries a flicker of bewilderment, as though caught off guard by the force of Asha's insistence. Yet beneath it, something else stirs: a quiet assessment. Respect, perhaps. Or perhaps the faint edge of nerves, the awareness of rust where noble Ishgardian skill once flowed effortlessly. This is not merely a duel of technique, but of will: her refusal to let him retreat, his choice whether to meet her fully. And from this clash of steel and stubborn resolve, a bond will form of these two mighty swordsmen. One that neither of them yet realizes will grow into something endearing and humble. This is her determination.

A storm-lashed battlefield rendered in stark, frozen tones: a whiteout blizzard howls as three figures are caught in a single, breathless instant of violence. At the left, Ser Grinnaux braces himself, his weapon held just in time, his armored form bowed under the force of an imminent strike. In front of him, the Voidsent descends in a clear form, her elongated form cutting through the storm with unnatural grace. Her double-bladed scythe prepares for a lethal lethal sweep, its edge poised to cleave through steel and soul alike. Behind The Voidsent, the Countess stands mid-motion, her Murgleis rapier extended in a precise, elegant line against her wrist, her posture composed yet urgent, as though her strike and the Voidsent’s assault converge upon the same fatal heartbeat. Her fury is sharpened into purpose. Behind Grinnaux, half-buried in the drifting snow, the Sister lies unconscious, struck down by the knight who now shields himself against the judgement of two livid adjudicators. Her presence haunts the composition, a fragile stillness against the chaos unfolding before her. This is her fury.

A moonlit snowfall blankets a desolate field, each flake drifting in quiet contrast to the tragic violence poised to unfold. At the center, Countess Asha, scaled captain of the Ishgardian Army, fully kneels upon the cold ground, her posture lowered not in defeat, but in deliberate surrender. Her rapier is driven point-first into the earth before her, hands resting upon its hilt as though it were the only thing anchoring her to this moment. She would never bow to any soul that walk amongst Ishgard with all of her heart, except for one... and that one soul she would endure a thousand blades for. She does not raise her blade. She does not move to defend herself. Her head is bowed—not in shame, but in offering of her love within the pain. Before her stands the nightgown covered Sister Lunette, consumed by grief and wrath alike. Her form trembles, tears streaming unchecked as her power surges beyond her control, the presence of a voidgate voidsent twisting through her aether. The air behind her distorts, a violent ball of energy coiling violently from the entity's mouth as it prepares to strike. Yet the Countess does not flinch despite the danger. Her stillness is absolute. Her submission is granted to the Sister. To the fragile, breaking soul before her. Behind The Countess, the Voidsent begins to conjure a barrier to prepare to shield, to preserve, to act where she will not. However, she also bows her head in apology. Her silence speaks what words cannot: that no harm will be returned to her precious treasure, no blade lifted, no scar given—not even if it costs them both everything. Their cold moment is suspended between annihilation and devotion. Where love chooses not to fight, but to endure. This is her devotion.

#AuraApril Day 7: Blade. 🤺

The Rapier of Many Forms.

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Some depth about Countess Asha's journey as a RDM in the realm of Ishgard. It has transformed her untamed wrath to honed purpose, even with her contract.

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Welcome to the tearjerker splatoon, how tough are you? From left to right: Sister Lunette, Lucia, Aymeric, Drillemont, Francel, Emmanellain, Haurchefant, Atoirel, Count Edmont, Countess Asha, The Voidsent, Estinien. I might add more people soon because it's Haurchefant, but we shall see who I remember or find out that is super close to him in the game.

[Cast WIP]

And for my next trick up my sleeve for my AU, I am going to work on this & make myself cry during the process, oh boy I can't wait 💗🐇

I am still seeing whom else I should add, but getting the essential people was necessary.

Should I make this a video? Who knows!

#fangsoftherosegpose

A stately Ishgardian portrait, commissioned by The Countess herself, softly rendered in muted gold and blue hues, depicts the Countess and the Sister standing together, heart to heart. Each of their hand is entwined as if in proposal, their fingers are laced together with a tenderness both profoundly equal and fiercely guarded. The Countess is dressed for as for a grand ball, her attire dark and immaculate, each fold painted with deliberate elegance. Opposite of her, the Sister wears her chorus gown, its flowing lines softened to grant her an almost sacred stillness. They gaze only at one another, unwavering and unashamed. They lit with a quiet, fragile love that defies the cold doctrine beyond the canvas. At first, the composition feels serene, almost devotional. Yet the longer one lingers, the more the stillness begins to feel… unsettling. Far in the background, obscured by shadow and distance, a third figure is barely recognizable. The Voidsent is rendered in softened, broken strokes, her silhouette swallowed by darkness, save for the faint glow of yellow-white eyes. She lingers at the edge of perception, her presence easy to miss unless deliberately sought after. One clawed hand is raised to where her lips would be, a single finger pressed in a silent, knowing gesture towards the viewer: hush. Encasing the portrait, the frame is elegantly carved in gold and wood, with two blooming roses line its sides. On the other edge, preserved death’s-head moth spreads its wings, its taxidermy encased with awe and mystery. At the lower base rests a small Ishgardian flag, a quiet yet imposing reminder of the faith that would condemn what the painting preserves. The work stands as both celebration and warning. A moment of true love, luminous and defiant… beneath the patient gaze of something never meant to be seen.

A closer, but full version of the portrait from the previous image, with The Countess, The Sister, and The Voidsent. Details of explanation are on the previous image. "𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑" (Year 5). [Oil and pastel on canvas]. Privately owned. Ishgard.

#AuraApril Day 3: Portrait

"𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑" (Year 5 A.D.). [Oil and pastel on canvas]. Privately owned. Ishgard.

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Tomorrow will be the OGs. Alt text is on the first image with the frame.

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The Sister stands rigidly before an ornate Ishgardian mirror, her posture stiff while her head bowing low in shame as though restraining herself from the pain she feels. Her horns, elegant yet burdened by years of shame, remain unadorned—bare, almost vulnerable. Next to her, the Countess stands closely after she finishes decorating The Sister's horns with elpis flowers and chains. Reading the Sister's expression, she holds the Sister's hand as the weight of the room intensifies. She keeps her expression unreadable but with intent on listening. Sister Lunette begins to confess the weight of her sins in bare form. "I know you are trying for me... but I despise my horns... The Church tell me that they but a wound, carved by The Fury Herself... that I am defectant... unclean... unworthy." The air feels heavy with unspoken grief, as if the room itself remembers every cruel word ever carved into the Sister’s self-image. To the Countess, she feels the injustice of such grief.

Countess Asha takes a moment before she curves a gentle smile, her hand carefully grasping against Sister Lunette's fingers. Her expression is pepped, but her eyes burn with quiet defiance—sharp, unyielding, almost dangerous. She begins to retort the church's proclamations. "Well… t’is a mercy then, that the Church doesn’t speak for me. Such fools are bound by failure to recognize beauty, even if the judgement of The Fury reign upon their cathedral halls." The Sister feels the intensity of The Countess's emotions: one admirable and joyous, the other resolute, unwavering. She absorbs it all as her world begins to prepare for the heat of passion to rise.

The Countess’s finally reaches... her hand lingers at the base of one horn, her touch reverent yet possessive, as though presenting something sacred to the world. She carefully lifts a fine chain of jeweled adornments, beginning to drape it across the curve of one horn. Her gaze remain intense... devoted, almost unsettling in its depth. The Sister is now fully adorned as her horns were caressed by The Countess's gentle fingers. Delicate chains and flowers draping elegantly between her horns, her elpis flower on her horn catching the dim light like stars in the night sky. The Countess is now unavoidable—commanding attention despite her voice remaining as soft as her touch. "How small their world must be... For if I were their adjudicator, I would have them kneel before the gracefulness that stands before them. Not even Halone Herself could dare dream to stand as such artistry… in marble, nor ice, nor myth." By the depths of her words, the room feels smaller now, as though the moment itself has eclipsed everything beyond it.

The Sister keeps herself toward The Countess, their proximity intimate, and dangerously so. Her expression is soft, conflicted, touched with warmth yet shadowed by something deeper: realization of Countess Asha's emotions towards The Sister herself. "Oh, Countess...~ You do so love your blasphemies...~ And yet, there’s such raw ache within your worship..." The Countess remains close as her hand still rests lovingly against the Sister’s horn, but her gaze remains caught between devotion and something more consuming.

#AuraApril Day 2: Horns

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Featuring The Countess, Asha, and The Sister, Lunette.

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Fuck it, doing it at my own pace.

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Preserve Your Faith (3/3)

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.//More alt-text, eep. The Countess's name is also revealed.
Her name is Asha, although I will soon do a show for her full name. Countess Asha said it here, folks; no kings, no tyranny!

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Preserve Your Faith (2/3)

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.//Alt text in for context! The Sister's name is revealed in this. Her name is Lunette, and this name was given to her by The Holy See. Sister Lunette. 💗 But yee yee, hopecore time! ✨

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Halone's Tribunal cells lit by wavering torchlight, shadows stretching long across cold stone walls slick with moisture from the coming snows. Behind iron bars in the foreground, The Countess stands in an almost uncomposed stillness, her posture upright despite captivity, her expression reacts intensely as her gaze fixes beyond the cell. In front of the Countess, The Sister is being escorted down the corridor by an Inquisition knight and an inquisitioner, her figure slumped and visibly exhausted, hands bound, her spirit crushed under the weight of judgment of those she presume as family. The faint echo of dripping water underscores the silence, amplifying the heaviness of the moment. The contrast is strong: The Countess, restrained but unbroken despite caged within a darkened cell; The Sister, newly condemned yet walking amongst the light, her fate declared beyond redemption.

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Preserve Your Faith (1/3 - Titlecard)

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.//Alt text in.
With No Kings happening today, & finding this area, it gave me a little spark to do this route of judgement. Will repost with the other parts as I go along.

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A night softened by quiet indulgence. The Sister pauses just beyond the threshold, hesitant, as though the door itself marked a boundary she was never meant to cross. The gown draped over her succulent form as would a secret behind words... silk and shadow, far too delicate, far too revealing for the pious halls she had always known. Her body that had birthed curiosity of the depraved Ishgardians around her is now a lighter shade away from uncovering its soft, yet sculptured curves and form. If glanced closely within the glows of the candles that flicker, other interesting details hue against her thin fabrics of seductiveness. Any admirer of The Sister would pray to behold of such a sight. For The Sister, she would have never worn such a thing anywhere else. Only here in her lady's chambers. Only for her woman. "Such revealing fabrics, My Lady...~" whispers The Sister. "To what purpose is this for...~?" The Countess did not answer immediately. She simply watched The Sister as she was admiring a painting made especially for her. She pays attention to how the silk moved when The Sister shifted her weight, how temptation lingered in the way of a thin piece of fabric, how she notices The Sister stood as though caught between wanting to be seen… and fearing it. More importantly, she can see evidence that The Sister, too, is feeling the arousal of temptation. It was their night to love.

The Countess and The Sister had lost themselves in their pleasure. Their only focus had been to absorb themselves into the aromas of lust. All the Sister can sing about are notes of arousal that grow by the friction of The Countess's paced dance. The dominant raen thrusts in the tune of the xaela's song that was meant for their senses only. She holds onto her lover in an embrace only meant for lovers. The Countess studies The Sister's plump body; one squeezing the softness of her belly, and the other on one of her full breasts. The Sister shyly stimulates the other breast from her sensitive nipples, trembling her voice. "My Countess~" Below, behind the nylon fabric that share marks of certain liquids, is an unorthodox act that remains shyly away from full intercourse. An admiration of the biology for legs... Intercrural. The huge thighs of The Sister stay tightly together as they are mercilessly penetrated from The Countess's stiff and burning member. The friction rubs just right against the erotic lips of The Sister's privates. Their stimulation rises faster and faster. The two pant heavily as they share their creative indulgence. There was no need to push their indecent act of love any further at this moment. Imminently, from throb after throb, leak after leak... The Countess let's go and intensely releases. Her phallus convulsively spews an overflow of her love against The Sister's transparent fabric. Ropes of a sticky, milky substance erupts all over its volunteered imprisonment of plump and soaked thighs. It was a hot, steamy mess. The Countess was determined that her sinful marks of love stain deeply against the fabric in memory— that no matter how many times her outfit is washed, The Sister would reminiscence this night from the certain marks that refuse to leave. The Sister loudly rises her pitch in delight as she savors the liquid dripping anywhere dangerously close to her heated crotch. "So much...~"

[⚠️ Hard-NSFW Warning: intercrural erotica 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Happy Thighjob Thursday.
This outfit is the death of me, omfg.

My Countess 💗: @auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//Spicy alt-text lore, yippee~. 🤪

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #sinday ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERSNSFW ⋆⁺₊⋆

[ Hard-NSFW Warning: erotica, biting, more blood, voyuerism? hypnosis? ]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Continuation of repost:
Prends-moi, Comtesse: Part 2.

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.//Comes with spicy alt text. This took FOREVER 😭

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[⚠️ Hard-NSFW Warning: erotica, biting, small blood, voyuerism??? 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Continuation of repost:
Prends-moi, Comtesse: Part 1.

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.//Comes with spicy alt text. Part 2 coming shortly! 😜💗

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Lyrics faintly on two lovebirds who are in a tragic circle of love, secrecy, and danger. Lore is on the other photo. "Say Where is my shame, When I call your name? So, please don't set me free I'm as heavy as can be I will do you harm I will break my arm I am a victim of your charms I want to be dead When I'm in bed I can be so mean You can beat me I would like to shame you I would like to blame you Just because of my love to you And Love itself is just as innocent as roses in May I know nothing can drive it away Though Love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind But it's greedy just like sin Alone but sane I am a love suicide Cause Love itself is just as brief as a candle in the wind It is pure white just like sin Alone but sane I am a love suicide ‘Cause Love itself is just as innocent as roses in May It is pure white just like sin"

Beneath a still eve of the darkness, the Countess gathers her devoted xaela into a quiet, intimate embrace. Their feminine figures stand above a small bed of scattered rose petals that hue their shade of red as the intensity of their forbidden love. The hungry, but endearing raen lowers her head with the restraint of one of experience. Despite the horrors of blood trickling down the submissive xaela and absorbed into the tender lips of the hungry raen, she draws from her not with violence, but with a ritualistic tenderness that blurs the line between hunger and devotion. The Sister clings onto the head of the Countess as she also tightly holds onto her lover's hand, not in fear, but in her surrender of unwavering trust and adoration. The Countess, in turn, keeps her steady in case all they share weighs her strength. Even their au ra tails cling onto each other as the intensity of their actions will pull them down to the gravity of bliss and fatigue. Around them, their love glows into the darkness of the night, as if the world itself bears witness to this unholy sacrament... where faith and longing entwine as one emotion. Even in the act of taking, there is something hauntingly, beautifully given.

[⚠️ Soft-NSFW Warning: blood drinking, butt 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

"Alone but sane,
I am a love suicide.
‘'Cause love itself is
just as brief as a candle in the wind.
It is pure white, just like sin." 🌹

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.//Alt on both! ✨

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #FemRaFriday ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERSNSFW ⋆⁺₊⋆

"Have mercy on me, Halone." The Sorrowful Sister kneels beneath a shining beam of light, her hands clasped in silent prayer, as though clinging to the last fragile thread of warmth permitted within the cold stone halls of the Ishgardian Orthodox Church. No kindness has ever found her here in these blackened walls. No gentle word, no offered hand, no embrace, no true acknowledgement. Only the hollow echos of her duty and suffering linger in these halls. Her faith alone has bound her to endure endless abuse of those she deems as "family," a quiet martyr to the cruelty of those who see not a soul, but as a heretic to correct. Existence in Ishgard has reduced her to that of a misguided, scaled fool shaped and owned by the will of the Church. A xaela who worshiped a blasphemous fable of the night. To them, she is no more than an object to be used, then forgotten. Her existence is to kneel and serve. And when her purpose has been fulfilled for the day, she retreats into the night in solemn prayer. Against her will, unseen tears fall freely, unrestrained and unanswered. She kneels, again and again, in aching devotion, yet the Halls of The Fury remain silent—no sign, no guidance, no mercy granted to her desperate pleas of mercy. Despite her suffering, to the tearful Sister, she feels that this too, is a test. For The Fury's Gaze tests her to endure, and each passing day and night is but another unrelenting trial to endure against her will. Only a heart of gold that seeks for change could open her eyes. Only a patient, caring, but relentless heart that welcomes The Sister into their lives in mind, body, and spirit could help this lost lamb to break this cycle of endless repentance.

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Aie pitié de moi, Halone.

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.//Alt text for context. This, definitely, took more of me than I expected. I appreciate The Sister significantly, for she is the embodiment of a strength that others would shame as weakness.

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The Raen noblewoman, The Countess, pauses in the aftermath of a violent feeding, steadying her composure through heavy breaths as the aether she has consumed from an unfortunate soul is completely absorbed. Her dissatisfaction of the situation and her hunger is carved upon her face, burdened by the necessity of feeding to sustain both herself and the voidsent bound to her. Though marked by her vampiristic duty, her actions carry deliberate purpose. Her chosen targets reflect her quiet, relentless resolve against those she deems enemies of change within Ishgard. Nobles, clergy, poachers, abusers... any and all that disrupts her mission to carry vengeance upon the city to rebirth a new democracy mustn't walk the nights alone. So as long as The Countess walks the somber halls.

[🧛 TW: Vampire needed some blood 🩸]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

FAIM DE JUSTICE.

She, who Hungers 🦇:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//Just a one-shot for now. Practicing lighting & I need my vampire fix. Alt text for some Countess lore. 💗

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Such a moment is almost unreal; an untrue rumor that can punish those devoted to holy ritual. For this xaela of sacred holiness, she is crossing the threshold of her loyalty from her Goddess to her lover in the eyes of Ishgard. The heart-struck xaela displays her prepared virginity for someone she dedicates her love and life for. Through sweat and heavy breath, the Sister shyly smiles at the Countess as she is feels ready to take their relationship one step further. She has displayed enough of her arousal to continue onto their anticipation. "Take all of me, Countess. My aether, my body, my kisses, my voice— All of me is for you in this eternal eve.~"

[⚠️ Hard-NSFW Warning: labias, "girl juice," erotica 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

"Pour ma chère Comtesse." 🌹

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.//No art-inspo since my brain tired, will post the rest later (hopefully).😜
I'm so proud drawing The Sister's "flower."😌

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An old question, indeed. The soft-spoken xaela places a bit of thought to it, and in response to the question, she considers the taste of home. Not the home she is now, but the home she used to frequent back when she was a mere small child. Dzo that runs through the fields, the sounds of baaing from the karakul in the rising dawn. These all feel awfully familiar to her. The Sister cannot quite identify if her memories are true or not, but the emotion of glancing at the past reminiscences to her core. "My favorite kind of meat...? The Sister ponders. "Hmm, mutton comes into mind. Medium-rare. I must say, it tastes quite as a past memory..."

The Countess also gives the question some thought. It's not everyday that she would consider such minute details— much less discuss her own personal interests in a world that told her to steel herself— the noble raen sits in silence as she carefully weaves her decision together. "While I don't typically wish to impose my expansive preferences, I do harbor a fondness for steaks. Medium-well."

No hesitation. No lack of uncertainty. The Voidsent is confident on her answer the moment the term "meat" was shared amongst the dining table. Her ego inflates as she points out the most delectable qualities of what a "meat" should have. "Women with succulent aether. Raw. Next question." As expected from the hungry devil. However, whether this was deliberate or not, this was not the kind of answer that the question was meaning to interpret as... ;

The Countess glares intensely at the foolish demon. She knows EXACTLY what her little beast inside her meant. "...Voidsent," she scoffs. The Sister feels that she understood some weight from the words of The Voidsent. She painfully smiles as she shares her discomfort, "O-Oh, that's not quite..." "WHAT?! Did I not respond with the upmost candor?!" The Voidsent attempts to answer with what little grace she has left. She seems rather bewildered by the disapproval of the two au ra women. Perhaps, under different circumstances, The Voidsent might've gotten some semblance of The Sister and The Countess sharing a mutual respect of The Voidsent's answer...The Countess glares intensely at the foolish demon. She knows EXACTLY what her little beast inside her meant. "...Voidsent," she scoffs. The Sister feels that she understood some weight from the words of The Voidsent. She painfully smiles as she shares her discomfort, "O-Oh, that's not quite..." "WHAT?! Did I not respond with the upmost candor?!" The Voidsent attempts to answer with what little grace she has left. She seems rather bewildered by the disapproval of the two au ra women. Perhaps, under different circumstances, The Voidsent might've gotten some semblance of The Sister and The Countess sharing a mutual respect of The Voidsent's answer...

[ #wolqotd + AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose ]

What is your WOL's/OC's favorite kind of meat? How do they like it cooked?
Non-meat eaters can definitely join and go bleh. 😝

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.//Decided to combo my AU with a wolqotd theme, wee--

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An old question, indeed. The soft-spoken xaela places a bit of thought to it, and in response to the question, she considers the taste of home. Not the home she is now, but the home she used to frequent back when she was a mere small child. Dzo that runs through the fields, the sounds of baaing from the karakul in the rising dawn. These all feel awfully familiar to her. The Sister cannot quite identify if her memories are true or not, but the emotion of glancing at the past reminiscences to her core. "My favorite kind of meat...? The Sister ponders. "Hmm, mutton comes into mind. Medium-rare. I must say, it tastes quite as a past memory..."

The Countess also gives the question some thought. It's not everyday that she would consider such minute details— much less discuss her own personal interests in a world that told her to steel herself— the noble raen sits in silence as she carefully weaves her decision together. "While I don't typically wish to impose my expansive preferences, I do harbor a fondness for steaks. Medium-well."

No hesitation. No lack of uncertainty. The Voidsent is confident on her answer the moment the term "meat" was shared amongst the dining table. Her ego inflates as she points out the most delectable qualities of what a "meat" should have. "Women with succulent aether. Raw. Next question." As expected from the hungry devil. However, whether this was deliberate or not, this was not the kind of answer that the question was meaning to interpret as... ;

The Countess glares intensely at the foolish demon. She knows EXACTLY what her little beast inside her meant. "...Voidsent," she scoffs. The Sister feels that she understood some weight from the words of The Voidsent. She painfully smiles as she shares her discomfort, "O-Oh, that's not quite..." "WHAT?! Did I not respond with the upmost candor?!" The Voidsent attempts to answer with what little grace she has left. She seems rather bewildered by the disapproval of the two au ra women. Perhaps, under different circumstances, The Voidsent might've gotten some semblance of The Sister and The Countess sharing a mutual respect of The Voidsent's answer...

[ #wolqotd + AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose ]

What is your WOL's/OC's favorite kind of meat? How do they like it cooked?
Non-meat eaters can definitely join and go bleh. 😝

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.//Decided to combo my AU with a wolqotd theme, wee--

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The Sister, in her ivory-white nightgown (BLESS THIS OUTFIT BTW), is being held by her lover, The Countess and the Raen's dark shadow, The Voidsent. Indicated that this is in her dreams as they are the only place to piece the world together to make sense in some manner. Bites are visible on The Sister, but for this piece, they are marks that they will be there for her, no matter how she bleeds or in tears. She watches the viewer in tears; not from the bites, but from trying to stand the best she can. Despite being known as kind and held in virtue and authenticity, her faith feigns her wings and can strike her down at any moment. If those she love let's her go, it would be difficult to stand where she is. All she has left is her hope to not let go and continue walking forward despite her identity of who she is, faithful from the "wings" of Halone, kind with the enlarged golden halo, and the steppe necklace of her true culture, can weigh her down.

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Le Poids du Monde.

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.//🎶 Song inspo: Le Poids du Monde - Mathilde 🥲🎶

A little vent gpose; alt text in.
Sometimes even faith, being kind, and being loved can't hold the weight of the world as it threatens to crash.

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The first part of the third oil canvas panel of a fictitious project I am creating in inspiration of Bosch's Garden of Heavenly Principles. Four overly large dragons surrounding the city of Ishgard. From the bridge, you can see the people evacuating as they are forced to leaving their burning home. Flags still hang high as they evacuating with the little pride they grip upon. For Highborn Ishgardians, they see this as the forewarning of the dragons who will try and destroy their livelihood, as such as The Dragonsong War. For The Countess, however, she sees something entirely different... Dragons mourning for the devastation that must be afflicted, if they even did it as there's no evidence of some of them of smoke and ash. And the familiar figure that is enlarged the biggest, they seem to be watching in reminiscence rather than wrath. To her, it's strange that this dragon is not the red and black dragon who sings the Dragonsong War, Nidhogg. Perhaps this dragon is here because they have lost someone from this whole affliction, perhaps they lost something before the war even started. As for the light, it shines behind them, and to her, it could indicate that they come not from the darkness that reside in the war, but from grief. Perhaps salvation. In the end, The Countess can only read from this part of the painting for as deeply as she can. Perhaps the painter was a lunatic. Perhaps he is simply too absorbed with Ishgardian wrath. Or perhaps he had a vision that echoed in his subconscious...

The first part of the third section from Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Pleasures (1480-1505, oil paint medium). It shows a city engulfed in darkness, smoke and ash, hued in the colors of black, red, yellow and grey. Thousands of individuals are evacuating from the calamity. It was meant to create concern, fear, and the emotion of damnation being ever-so-close to the everyday life of people who forgot the fear of their God in this heavily theistic piece.

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]
WIP of my super long-term project for my AU, inspired by Bosch's Garden of Earthly Pleasures! My lover & fwens get dibs on seeing the progress first.

Alt text for context, but interpret it as you will!

Will share in pieces, so look forward for future updates!

#WIP

[⚠️ NSFW Warning: 3rd base, privates, smut text 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Forbidden Lovers, they share.

Ilysm 🦉💗🐇:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//Spicy alt text! Happy Women's Day to all, especially these two! 👯‍♀️

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Bird's eye view of Two au ra lizard women who are deeply in love with revealed breasts are cuddling next to each other. The red dressed raen aura is inches away from biting her lover. The xaela with the white gown is playfully teasting her lover to take the first bite. Logo on the bottom left is an experiment of the AU I am doing, and I want to reserve it for these one shots.

Landscape view of Two au ra lizard women who are deeply in love with revealed breasts are cuddling next to each other. The red dressed raen aura is inches away from biting her lover. The xaela with the white gown is playfully teasting her lover to take the first bite. Logo on the bottom left is an experiment of the AU I am doing, and I want to reserve it for these one shots.

THIS WAS A RABBIT HOLE, SO BARE WITH ME. I HONESTLY THOUGHT THIS DRAWING WAS FROM THE LAST ART I'VE LOOKED AT BUT I WAS WRONG AND THERE IS A LOT OF VAGUE, BUT HEAVY CONTEXT: An unnamed illustration sketch by Maurice François Alfred Martin van Miële, better known by his pseudonym Martin van Maële. Little is known about his background, but from what've read, he was a French illustrator of early 20th century literature, mainly erotica. He illustrated mainstream works to make a living and created his sketches for underground erotic writers in secret. (Credit of info: https://ebonnoir.com/products/lesbian-lovers-by-martin-van-maele-erotic-greeting-card-with-gold-foil-envelope-1-card-envelope) This drawing, in which the internet accepted as "The Lesbian Lovers," was within the pages of the book, Les Liaisons Dangereuses‎ by Choderlos de Laclos. Published by Paris, Chevrel, 1908. (source that it exists: https://www.zvab.com/Liaisons-Dangereuses-%C3%89dition-pubi%C3%A9e-dapr%C3%A9s-texte/30841551665/bd) More info of the book can be found here because I haven't heard about this movie until I was trying to find the source material of this image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Liaisons_dangereuses

[⚠️ NSFW Warning: Vintage erotica, booba 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Forbidden Lovers.

You're so pretty in a dress 💗:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//Alt text friendly! Check img 3 drawing for art historical lore!

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Portrait. (Part 3/3)

She, who rages 🦇:
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.//Read alt text for lore romance! Final quote of the 3 parts, pls enjoy all! 🐇🦉I am so proud of drawing those tears--
YAY GORL KISSING! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Portrait. (Part 2/3)

She, who rages 🦇:
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.//Read alt text for lore! Quotes have parts 1 and 3 (posting 3 shortly)! 🐇🦉
I pushed myself so hard with a thesaurus, hope it worked out!

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In one of the Countess's invites for The Sister, they visit her dining hall to prepare some snacks for the night. However, something has caught the attention of the curious woman. The Sister delightfully squeals as she caught sight of a portrait (revealed in next image): "Goodness, Countess! This painting captures so much detail! And why haven't you shown me this masterpiece much sooner? It's so gorgeous!" The Countess frowns. This is not what she wanted to talk about.

(Mod is my first ever attempt of texture swapping on a housing item! It's alright. XD) Standing in the middle of the dining hall lies a towering portrait of The Countess herself. In this world, those who were accepted to highborn prestige must act prestige; and despite The Countess being an outsider of Elezen pure-blood, she is no different once she was accepted by The House of Fortemps. Despite the good intentions of this house and abidance to the social rules of Ishgard, they have allowed a harrowing reminder that The Countess cannot feel pride of her older life anymore. Her hair covers a half-truth of how she felt during the modelling process. Her attended hands, folded, and her stare, solemn. She remains... mighty, despite all. A glaring reminder that she is above the typical au ra, and The Countess despises what that even represents. The Countess begrudgingly, but gently, attempts to share her distaste of the portrait with The Sister, "... Forgive me, lovely Sister. Your joy is too kind... However, if it weren't a requirement as a House member to display its.... "aristocracy," I, personally, would've destroyed it.

The Sister fell aghast, "What...? But this painting of yours is very captivating..." It was from here, despite all good intentions, The Countess begins her descend to reflecting on how much she endured to even be at her stature. She starts, lowly of her tone with the weight of her thoughts, "Beauty is not without pain, and I abhor pain. What presents itself within my gaze is not of idolatry, but of the simmering ghosts of smoke and ash."

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be tormented from the very world that you must serve? The very same world that smothered the flames of your relatives and expect you to survive? Do you respect retribution?" The Countess glares at her hands as she attempts to feel control of her emotions. She knows what she has done. She knows that she is not even a normal raen anymore. Not sociably, not economically, not physically, not mentally. But she knows, worse of all, that she is a part of the same people who has made her take this route that she cannot back out on anymore. As she fights the urge to claw the nearest physical reminder of Ishgardian heritage on sight, The Sister weakly reaches out for The Countess, concerned and afraid she has triggered something within the raging au ra. The Sister does not understand what The Countess is dealing with, but if only she remembers her own origins, she too, would've completely understood the weight of The Countess's words.

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Portrait. (Part 1/3)

She, who rages 🦇:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//Read alt text for lore! As always, my re-quotes hold the next two parts so stay tuned! 🐇🦉
Writing "as a highborn" is hard but I try. 😭

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The Countess and The Sister decided to run away from Ishgard for a night when the lunar eclipse is at its maximum. From this cold night, they share a deep kiss in celebration of their love and the rare celestial view.

The Countess cannot help but take a bite to drink some of the aether of The Sister. The Sister cries out in joy as they both share this private ritual of love, blood and darkness. <3

[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Chasing the night, one bite at a time.

The Vampiress of the Red Night 🫦🦇:
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.//One more Lunar Eclipse hypeness! <3 Vampires, rejoice!

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[⚠️ HARD NSFW Warning: With religious undertone, seggz, "glue" 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Pray to Nothing. (Part 2/2)

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.//Part 2 of "Pray to Nothing" set. Check my previous repost for part 1. Alt text with spice. 😜💗

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The Voidsent has snuck into the dreams of The Sister, purposely playing a scenario of wanting to confess to the poor nun. When The Sister started to suspect that The Voidsent was not The Countess and that this was not real, especially from the clothes (or lack of) was given to her, that is when she charmed the sister and placing a bind against her hands as she does for the church; creating an ironic scene of blasphemy. With the Sister completely vulnerable and ripe for the taking, The Voidsent reveals her true self, and begins to taste The Sister as she feels around her body. One breast is fondled with rough care, and her pelvis gets teased as The Voidsent brushes her fingers against the clothed clitoris. She doesn't want her food to be consumed THAT easily. All The Sister can do is plead, especially for the ironic situation that she is in. An unholy act in a holy sanction of Halone.

The Voidsent keeps The Sister's skirt risen as she explores more of The Sister's pelvis, wanting the bounded nun to feel the anticipation that she shall receive soon. Despite how delicate and lewd her body reacts, the only thing on her mind was her concerns of The Countess. Her wish was for The Countess to wake up and cease this indecency, and yet her wishes remain unanswered. Not even The Voidsent wants to listen as she licks the neck of The Sister more.

The Voidsent catches The Sister in her lies as she continues to feel up the caught prey. She coos in excitement as she loves how The Sister denies her truest desires, and knowing that she will not be able to resist from neither her touch nor her charm. The Sister pleases in defeat as she is unable to stop The Voidsent from her touch.

The Voidsent mocks the attempt to act holy as The Sister continues to lie. She charms The Sister into reciting a prayer, one that she sees, does not ever get answered. The Sister, while as she is weakening from the charm The Voidsent placed, attempts to recite a scripture from the top of her head. However, her resistance of being the loser in this battle, is not setting in her for properly. The scripture is totally not a rewritten version of a real one, oh no no, I would never--

[⚠️ NSFW Warning: With religious undertone 🔞]
[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

Pray to Nothing. (Part 1/2)

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.//My art inspo sinday photo is still WIP, so have this old photoshoot I did. Alt text spicy today. 😜💗

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Cavalry. (Part 4/4)

The Captain 🤺🦇:
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.//Final repost of "The Cavalry." Check reposts for parts 1-3! As always, alt text available.

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Cavalry. (Part 3/4)

The Captain 🤺🦇:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//My reposts will show the other parts, so don't forget to follow along! As always, alt text available.

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[AU: #FangsoftheRosegpose]

The Cavalry. (Part 2/4)

The Captain 🤺🦇:
@auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//My reposts will show the other two parts, so don't forget to follow along! As always, alt text available.

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #voidsent ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERS ⋆⁺₊⋆