sandtriangle

@fusiondescent.bsky.social

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PT/Nero || 25+ || it/itself Sometimes NSFW. Gore. 18+ Themes and Discussions. Probably not suitable for children. I post my art and writing here. NO AI. NOT AUTHORIZED FOR REPOSTING OR AI TRAINING. Art account for @sandtriangle.bsky.social

A dragon with 6 limbs (4 legs and 2 wings). It has a lot of spikes and curved spines down its back. The dragon's scales are primarily white, but the underbelly is black and is seeping some sort of substance between its scales. One wing has a golden yellow sheen and looks metallic. The other wing looks very small and broken and is incomplete.
Fafnir and Alfonse. Alfonse is attempting to kiss Fafnir. He is licking at Fafnir's lips with his eyes closed and a deep blush is on his cheeks. Meanwhile, Fafnir is staring down at Alfonse with a smile, as though enjoying watching Alfonse try to kiss him.
Fafnir is standing close to (Chosen) Alfonse. Fafnir is holding onto Alfonse's arm, and with his other he is gripping Alfonse's chin with his thumb pressing against his lips. Alfonse is standing with a blush ram-rod straight, whilst Fafnir seems to be leaning into him with an amused smile.
Kiran is standing. Their right hand is risen with their left hand hanging to their side unnaturally. They are staring off in the distance towards the viewer with a grin. Their eyes seem crazed. The text reads: Bow. To your new God.
“It is as I promised I would do.” Do you remember? That night when we clasped our hands together. It was the day you died. You stared at me so affectionately as you tucked my hair behind my ear. You leaned into me as I leaned into you. And I promised to you that I would do all to protect you. That I would become your sword and shield. And that I would lay my life down to protect you. You held me that night. And now you turn away from me. Why? “I suppose so.” Kiran whispered, “But that was a long time ago. A lot has changed since then.” It took a drink of its mead. Alfonse stood there. He could only stare as Kiran could not meet his eyes. He wanted to feel that embrace once more. The night of that promise when he uttered that prayer to Kiran. That promise to his God. He needed to feel its flesh. To touch it like it once did back in Askr. When he would receive its Divinity as a blessing. “I was sincere in that promise.”
“My Daddy told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” Bēowulf shrugged, her grin grew wider. “How about you come down here and introduce yourself. I promise I don’t bite.” As if to make a point, she let go of the arm-handle attachments of her Gullinbursti and raised them up in a mock surrender. “Maybe if you’re nice I can introduce you to my Mommy. I’m sure God would love to see your head served on a platter for dinner.” “Bwah-ha-ha-ha!” The leader gave a boisterous laughter. He pointed a finger at Bēowulf as he looked at his underlings. “Looks like the Lord Princess does have a sense of humor.” Bēowulf had to suppress a laughter. Humor was the last thing on her mind. But if they wanted to think her threats were jokes then that was fine to her. It made their fear all the sweeter. He probably would look good screaming for mercy.
otr is on his knees and looking up shyly. he is being tied up by electrical wires. a large red arrow in the style of a lightning bolt is pointed towards his groin. Text: WARNING SHOCK HARZARD LOOK AND TOUCH
“You look good in it.” Kyle smiled. Averna was quiet as he stared at the gauntlet. He looked troubled. And Kyle wasn’t sure how to ask what was wrong with him. “Have you thought about joining the Hunter’s Guild?” Kyle continued cautiously. Averna was quiet for a time. He still kept his hand up as he stared at the armor. Then finally: “Yeah.” “And?” Silence. “I don’t know.” 
Solemnity and Bēowulf are standing in a factory. There are green pipes filled with liquid. In the distance, down the hall, Ótr and Eitri are standing staring at the two siblings. Bēowulf is choking Solemnity, screaming down at her. Whilst Solemnity is grasping Bēowulf's wrists and staring up with a smile and joy. Eitri and Ótr have a sinister smile on each their faces.
Kiran and Fafnir. Fafnir is covered in blood and bringing Kiran close to his body. In one hand, he is holding Kiran's cheek, smearing the blood on his glove onto their face. With his other hand, he is bringing his cape around Kiran to shroud it.
Panel 1 -- Vitis, Kiran, Otr, and Reginn are sitting at a table eating dinner and talking to each other. Panel 2 -- Vitis, with a smile: So, Kiran. Do you have any family? Panel 3 -- Kiran looks off to the side, nervously: Oh.. Um... Reginn is looking at them with a confused look. She is eating bread. Panel 4 -- Vitis: Oh! That's okay! You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to--! Panel 5 -- Kiran, off panel: No. Panel 6 -- Kiran, looking nervously still: No... It's fine... I... Ah... Hahaha....
Solemnity is standing on the left wearing a very unimpressive and basic maiden outfit. Solemnity: Bye Eitri I'm leaving to help Otr with your plans. Eitri is standing on the right with an unimpressed look. She is pointing at Solemnity with a hand on her hip. Eitri: Not dressed like that you aren't.
Kiran is standing in thought with a chibi version of Lif, Fafnir, and Otr noticing them. Kiran: I'm so bored.... Maybe I should disembowel someone.
Harper (a mad king) lounging. He is man spreading.
fafnir in his mecha suit putting on his gloves.
Julius from Fire Emblem Genealogy holding Manatiki's (Fire Emblem OC) face. There is blood on both their lips. Implying that Julius had bitten Mana's lips after a kiss.
Fafnir+Kiran: The Unfortunate Parents. From Left to Right-- Beowulf (19) --> Solemnity (22) --> Aslaug (14)