#hazel coldbrook

[saintlethanavir]

They are in love your honor

Maxime (the brawn) belongs to @thecoffeerain ❤️

#vampires #lgbtq comic #original comic #OC art #the night shift #hazel coldbrook #maxime st martin

[vvakarians]

Speaking of smut have some snippets I wrote because I keep forgetting I can just share those lmao. These are all oc ships and all lf them are AU’s 😂 All of them either belong to me or my bf @crackedblackinc !

My skills at writing sm/ut are not 100% but you know what I sure did try with these lmao.

Pairings and stuff:

1. Ilarion Vadislov (mine, Russian they/them, wears too much pink) and Rin Hastings (he/him, English, tattooed sad man ) - Pacific Rim AU - Pretty Vanilla lmao

2. Father Charlie Robineau (mine, they/them, vampire, fake priest) and Mose McCullough (he/him, depressed cowboy, also vampire!) - MOTW AU - Vanilla also??

3. Bellamy Kaldwin (mine, he/him) and Hugo Truelove (he/him, too sweet for his own good) - Darkest Timeline AU (from our project, Melrose!)- Mentions of getting pregnant?? Vanilla lmao

4. This one is mostly a concept lmao I got so tired at the end, it was like..midnight RIP. - Hazel Coldbrook (they/he, aasimar, mine) + Charlie Robineau (they/them, drow, mine) + Maxime (he/him, aasimar) + Victory (he/him, eladrin) - D& D AU - Size Difference, Monster fuc/king sort of? one of the aasimar has a tentacle di/ck lol

Ilarion isn’t sure what made them move first. Maybe it was that deep sadness that permeates Rin’s handsome features, just goading them to give him something to smile about. Maybe it wasn’t that at all but the need for touch. The two of them having danced around the subject of crushes for a week now and every nerve under Ilarion’s skin is aflame. All they know is that Rin’s chapped lips crack further beneath their kiss —no matter how gentle they are— and they can taste blood on their tongue.

But he makes the softest whine under them, reaching through all of their pink curls to grasp their shoulder. And gods do they want to fuck him then. Have him feel the deep, incurable ache they feel threatening to pulverize their being. They want him to come apart calling out their name, messily and theirs.

“S-shit,” Rin curses under his breath, pinned to the dorm wall behind him, “Ilari— I—!”

They grind their hips down into his in response, getting a hot rush of excitement from his whine.

“I am going to fill you until you think of nothing else,” they growl, “You said you wanted distraction, yeah?”

“If I can’t walk tomorrow—.”

Ilarion cuts Rin off as they lick and nip along the shell of his ear, rolling their hips softer this time. Trying to tone it down, even for a moment. Would hate to scare him off.

“If you cannot walk, we will pretend sick and fuck some more. I will make love to you until you know you deserve that,” their tone becomes tender as they take a breath.

The response is music to Ilarion’s ears.

“Please.”

———

Charlie drags their index finger along their length, pretending. Imagining it’s their cowboy, who is still soaking or showering or— god they’re not sure anymore. All they know is that they couldn’t help themself.

Their hair is spread out around them in a halo of soft browns, the light from the lamp on the beside table casting shadows across their body as it arches into any touch at all. A soft moan escapes their throat that might be just a mite too loud, but Charlie doesn’t care. If they were human their pale skin would be slick with sweat and flushed deep crimson, but at the moment they chase any fragment of scenario.

Mose’s tongue, his mouth finally around them. Fingers spreading them wide and open so they can take him. Or maybe they’d be told not to touch anything and he’d fuck their mouth, smirking. Again there is a whine at the memory of him wearing that shit eating grin. Knowing he’s made them a shivering, whimpering mess.

“Mm, now ain’t that a pretty picture?” a deep, american southern accent sends a jolt up Charlie’s spine.

Standing there, half naked and smiling wickedly is their cowboy. Eyes following the slow stroke of Charlie’s finger as they shiver, everything off but their shirt and that white collar.

“I..I couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” they gasp, unashamed but unsure if he actually wants to watch, “I..I can move it to—.”

“Nah, make some more of those pretty sounds for me darlin’.”

A slow, shuddering breath leaves Charlie as their hooded blue eyes watch Mose uncover himself, definitely beginning to harden. Rivulets of water run down his powerful thighs, catch his curly happy trail in the lantern light.

“Will you help me, *cher*?”

Practically a prayer and they know Mose can tell, even as he sways his toned hips their way. Damn this man for being so alluring. But instead of a sharp quip and no follow through, after so many years of wondering how it’d feel, Mose settles a calloused hand around them. It’s enough to send Charlie into a twitch and a cry wrenches itself from their mouth. It’s almost enough to distraft them from the deep tone next to their ear.

“It would be my pleasure.”

—

A month has passed since Bell has had time to tend to his ache. Between helping Hazel plan his proposal and playing various concerts for festivals he’s just had no alone time. It didn’t help his blood struck him in the middle of it, though it was a slight relief he was not yet carrying. Even with all the cramps and feeling sick. But now, curled up in Hugo’s lap as he reads to him—all he can think about is making love. Being filled and satisfied.

He blames a combination of hormones and reading too many of those awful romance novels he keeps checking out. Yves always manages to get him the filthiest ones. It’s like he knows, the bastard.

With a burning heat in his freckled cheeks, Bell looks up as Hugo turns a page. Those fingers lingering on the paper, large and soft. His hands are large, good for keeping his hips in place. A memory flits behind Bell’s golden brown eyes; ghosts of Hugo’s hands spreading his legs and a fingertip teasing his entrance. Then pressing a perfect, thick finger deep within him. How many times had Hugo made him finish that night? Bell thinks he lost count at three. It was important to have him loose and ready if they were to concieve, but he just kept reaching that edge. And his husband gently pushed him off each time.

“Doing alright? You a little red, are you too warm?”

Hugo’s voice cuts through Bell’s daydream and he tries to find it within himself not to look too embarrassed. But he desperately wants to be honest with him and feel those hands again. Making a mess of him, getting him ready.

“I..I want you so badly,” he sighs, and then feels as if he will burst from how needy he sounds. At least the silence isn’t too prolonged, as Hugo laughs softly and he bookmarks his page.

“Daydreaming again?”

His breath is warm against Bell’s ear, sending goose bumps all down the back of his neck. Gods, he needs something to fill him. Push him over that edge. Thankfully, Hugo knows just what he wants it seems. Cool palms spread his thighs, a hand slowly beginning to descend along Bell’s side. Kisses bloom along his jaw.

“You have such big hands,” he murmurs, titling his head to give Hugo better access. Quickly those kisses turn white hot, making Bell squirm and the most filthy sound falls from his lips.

——

There’s so much going on but Hazel doesn’t mind one bit. Kisses were shared, hips rolled, sounds made. It wasn’t until Victor ducked his head toward them that they were accutely aware of how much sound they all made. Then they were distracted by the hot, wriggling heat of Victory’s tongue. Lapping up all of the rose gold dripping between his thighs with reverence and adoration. As if he had tasted nothing better in the universe. Flashes of blue as he stained his mouth more.

Just as he tries to catch his breath and settle into a rhythm, Victory pulls away. But before he can whine and reach for him, Charlie’s slender fingers began working him open. A dream come true, he does writhe on the large bed and is gifted by a soft chuckle he knows too well. As a wave of heat and tightly coiled pleasure wash over him, Hazel glances over at his husband. Maxime has Victor bent over, large hands keep him spread as he fucks him. Drips of blue begin to smear on the sheets below, and there’s a slight bump in Victor’s stomach every time Maxime finishes a thrust.

“He’s so big..!”

Both Hazel and Charlie laugh, the former nodding. A thread of fire twisting delightfully in his stomach, remembering when Maxime filled him for the first time. He ached and stretched, taking all of him and his ridges.

“None of us will be walking for a while I think.”

#ilarion vadislov #father robineau #hazel coldbrook #bellamy kaldwin #mal writes

[saintlethanavir]

Uh oh besties we’ve found ourselves in a cavern of unknowable horrors ‼️

#hazel coldbrook #draws #aasimar #dnd

[saintlethanavir]

I'm not having a good time so time to project that on ocs

#might delete this frok twitter feels okay having here bc it never gets seen but it feels odd there #draws #hazel coldbrook

[saintlethanavir]

Get you a Depressive PTSD ridden boyfriend who loves you like he loves his AuDHD Psychosis PTSD ridden partner

#x: never do the same thing twice #hazel coldbrook #maxime st martin #draws

[saintlethanavir]

Local vampire ONLY talks with his hands

#vampire #beyond blood #hazel coldbrook #draws

[saintlethanavir]

Self insert but 1920s

#hazel coldbrook #draws

[saintlethanavir]

🔪🪦⚰️ ABOUT ME/PINNED POST ⚰️🪦🔪

Hiya! You can call me Saint or Leviathan (Lev for short). I'm a white Mizrahi/Ashkenazi Jew, 25, they/xe/he, severely mentally ill, AuDHD, & chronic pain haver. I also happen to be a self taught character designer and illustrator! I sometimes write and cosplay too.

Here is where I post about my ocs from my original settings, D&D, videogames, and really anything RPG related. It's also the first place I post my art before it's reblogged onto my art only and main account.

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[saintlethanavir]

✨Hazel Coldbrook / Sera St. Phim✨

#story: beyond blood #Melrose #drag #transmasc #hazel coldbrook #draws

[saintlethanavir]

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[vvakarians]

i am the driver // i am the shadow // and i, am the hearse. 

#vampire #draws #hazel coldbrook #sometimes you listen to a song that hits you so hard in the gut you think of an entire story arc lmao

[vvakarians]

Hazel (glasses boy, he/they) & Maxime (split dye, he/him, belongs to @crackedblackinc) in a dnd au!! 

#hazel coldbrook #draws

[vvakarians]

A christmas present for my boyfriend! Our ocs Maxime (left, belongs to Charlie @crackedblackinc) and Hazel (right, mine)! Note: that is a star of david necklace because Hazel is Jewish, but both my bf and I and our ocs have a mixed religion household 

#melrose #hazel coldbrook #maxime st martin #draws

[vvakarians]

That vampire priest oc I was talking about earlier also has a PA and best friend that is an amateur ghost hunter, and is Jewish!! They’re basically in their job now to fulfill requirements for a theology course in college, and other reasons. Their name is Hazel and I love them dearly. 

#melrose #txt #hazel coldbrook

[vvakarians]

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#draws #melrose #hazel coldbrook #x: never do anything twice

[saintlethanavir]

Thinking about the various bloodlines in Melrose and just how cool it is that they’re so ancient? This project really started out with not a whole lot of world building, and now I sit and stare while my brain comes up with elaborate dramatic entrances 😂

So Idk, have some info on some main bloodlines. A note also! These are not all of the bloodlines and The concept is that a lot of the ‘First’ of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures are actually rooted in all human religions/belief systems. You’ll see as many concepts as we can fit in this! A lot of the villains are also based off of Lovecraftian gods bc his work is public domain and I strive to make it better than it ever was.

Samael/Crowley:

A main bloodline in the story and the originator of the ‘Luciferian’ concept of religious beliefs. Samael was one of the First vampires to take on the form of an ‘angel’ along with Malach, Gabriel, and Shemhazai. He is from the dimension more akin to the Astral Sea/Celestial Realm in D&D, or heaven for non D&D players. He left his home domain because his ‘project’ of bringing pleasure and happiness became twisted by a higher up. Thus the Luciferian myth, and because he retained ‘angelic’ features. He is well known for being hedonistic and sensual, eventually being labeled as a destroyer and seducer by those in the original Eden. He took many lovers but settled down with a woman by the name of Lilith, and then later with their lover.

His bloodline is now led by Lilith after the disappearance of her husband and death of their lover. They are a near all albino bloodline that live in caverns and in tunnels to escape the heat of the surface.

The two main branches exist beneath Whitechapel in London, and in a small coven that works in New England.

Notable members: Belladonna Crowley, Father Robineau, Victor Talbot, and Umbria Snowgarde.

Hastur/Zann:

Hastur was one of the First that was born out of Deep Space and preys on madness as well as blood. He is a being of calculated chaos, as are his many sons and descendants. Has a really weird fascination with the color yellow since so many humans seem to love or hate it, his army is called the Knights of the King in Yellow. Because he is depicted with a yellow suit lmao. His OG form is a writhing mass of tentacles and a humanoid body that is rail thin/barely any features and sharp teeth. Hastur and his Knights serve ‘The Source’, a creature also from Deep Space that proclaims to have been the very First. Though that’s hotly debated and not necessarily the truth.

Their bloodline often have feral features that include tentacle like hair and/or limbs, abnormally large and pointed teeth, and central trio of eyes. They often can manipulate darkness and form it into a hardened material.

Notable members: The Kaldwins (Bell is conditional), Baptiste Gottlieb, Erich Zann, and Ozymandias Greene.

Malach/St Martin:

A large family that spanned a lot of France back in the day and was created by @thecoffeerain !! They’re descended from a creature named Malach, an angelic being that had many religious fanatics imbedded in his bloodline. The MC Maxime is part of this bloodline as is Hazel eventually. There’s a cult that is brewing beneath Melrose that’s specifically centered in this bloodline and their aim is to retake the world with force so that vampires may rule. They are the only line that has a true claim to having Jesus Christ as part of their ranks for a time (3 days) but he walked into the sunlight to save people from possible violence.

This bloodline carries feral features such as many eyes, rows of sharklike teeth, and an aggressive streak a mile long.

Notable members: Maxime St Martin, Hazel Coldbrook, Bastian Hastings, and Reverence Bellegarde.

#worldbuilding #vampire #txt #melrose