#hyram

[mrsthunderkin]

I need a pretty pretty ball scene

Bonus: her one other time at a ball, featuring Hyram being grumpums about babysitting her. Shenanigans ensued.

#Hazel #Hazel Ritho #Witch #healer #Hyram #Hyram Kincade #Sorcerer #tablet doodle #tales of Alor #i just need a pretty ball scene SOB

[ciudadcobre]

Soy un simple espectador

#mexico #chetumal #hyram #ciudad de cobre #vocho #wolkswagen #beetle

[jeremiahbrisinger]

Drew this years ago, I would correct a few things if I drew this today but I am still very much a fan of Hyram, his warmth, his humor, his vast skincare knowledge, and his genuiness.

#ink #my art #mixedmedia #hyram #hyram yarbro #hyram fanart #hyram yarbro fanart

[thetemplarknight]

Knights Templar and Freemasons - linked or not?

TV historian Tony McMahon sets out to discover the truth behind claims the Knights Templar and Freemasons are connected

If the Knights Templar and Freemasons are connected in some way then how to explain it? We need to get to the bottom of this mystery and discover the truth. Is there any link between the Templars and Masons or is it entirely a myth? Regardless of your own view, the story is fascinating. Let me regale you with the facts and evidence below – then form your own opinion. Who came first – Freemasons…

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#dead sea scrolls #freemason templar #garden of eden #hiram abiff #history #hyram #knight templar freemason #knights templar freemason #masonic history #Medieval #Noah freemason #Pope Clement #Roman Catholic freemason #Templar #templar masonic #templars #Vatican freemason

[ciudadpobrecobre]

Yoga

Sin pensamiento, escribo:

(¡La consciencia es lo importante!)

Respiro, adjetivo

Animales y motores cantan orquestados por las sombras nocturnas

Mientras medito, sudado

Tras el yoga y la droga.

#poesia #poemas #español #ciudad de cobre #hyram #yoga

[palisraven]

@ethereallyloved said: Alice essentially ran at top speed towards her boyfriend, suddenly just jumping at him! She has caught him!

He grunted quietly at the impact but his arms immediately wrapped around her, holding Alice close. A smile curled Hyram's lips and her tilted his head to press a kiss to her jaw. "Ah, the mighty dragon has captured me. Whatever shall my fate be?" he joked.

#fallen prince | hyram answers #ethereallyloved #hyram | future hunter #i get the shivers | hyram x alice #|| yeesssss them

[goldenbeastkeeper]

@palisraven started following!

Things were slow at the botanical garden today. Really, Valor wished he could be out tending to the plants or the butterfly house, but they were short staffed and someone had to run the gift shop. At least if no one was around that meant he didn't have to deal with people, but it also meant that it was boring. He'd already done everything he could today; what else was there to do?

The bandana pinning his ears down prevented them from pricking as he heard the sound of someone entering the shop. Finally, something to do.

He glanced up to see who exactly it was that had entered.

#v: post canon #palisraven #(this is specifically for hyram but if you can't think of a reason for him to be visiting a botanical garden in the human realm #or would rather go with someone else #we can figure something else out) #greeter #palisraven: hyram

[yourdailyqueer]

Hyram Yarbro

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 20 April 1996  

Ethnicity: White - American

Occupation: Influencer, Youtuber

#Hyram Yarbro #lgbt #lgbtq #mlm #lgbt people #male #gay #1996 #white #influencer #youtuber

[gwillwrites]

For You, For Her

Little self indulgent first kiss thing between OCs. Lovita belongs to @grumpys-blank-worddocument. Art credit also goes to AJ.

The light in the electro-lantern flickered. Hyram reached over and gently tapped the lantern’s casing, coaxing the batteries to provide a little more power and keep the bulb stable. Percussive maintenance worked wonders more often than not, even to the point where the techpriests the tanker knew followed it as a matter of practicality as much as any of their more esoteric rituals and maintenance practices. The lantern flickered once more, as if to protest being struck, before the light grew stronger and stabilized. Hyram watched it for a moment longer, just to make sure the little machine spirit wasn’t trying to trick him. When it failed to resume its flickering, the tanker turned his attention back to the data slate on his desk.

Hyram didn’t get letters often. There were few outside his regiment that he spoke to, or cared enough about him to actually write. He didn’t even need all the fingers on his hand to count them. All three, so far as he knew, were still back home on Venturia. Tonight’s reading was from his sister. She wrote to him most frequently, usually three or four times a month on average. Of course some of that frequency depended on when and how often Hyram was able to get a break between things to write her back.

The data slate winked on with a plaintive hum. It seemed all the machine spirits were taking issue with being used tonight. Hyram couldn’t necessarily blame them. The blizzard outside was enough to make anyone grumpy. Were it not for the fur-lined coat he wore and the space heater working overtime in the corner of the tent, he would be throwing a fit too. Hyram let it warm up for a moment before opening Emillia’s letter.

Dearest brother, I hope this finds you well.

Hyram smiled. He could hear Emillia’s voice in his head as he read what she had written. They hadn’t spoken face to face in over a decade. Not since he had joined the Astra Militarum. She had been eleven back then, but he could imagine what she would sound like as a grown woman now. It was one of those things he just knew.

Your last letter left me in a state of worry. I don’t know what a knight-desecrator is, but it sounds terrible. If you truly managed to destroy one, then I suppose the Imperium is better off for it.

“You have no idea.”

Imagining you face off against something so horrible is just… Mother and I both worry. She is doing well, by the way. You asked in your previous letter. The doctors said there is no more sign of the disease in her. We are all elated and she is slowly gaining her strength back. She will still need to go back for periodic monitoring to make sure it does not return, but we are hopeful. The Emperor has truly blessed her in her healing. But back to the point, if you are well enough to keep writing after facing such a monster, I suppose we do not need to worry so much.

“Prayers are always welcome though.”

On a lighter note, how is Lovita?

Hyram could hear Emillia’s smug tone through her written words, and could imagine the knowing smirk gracing his sister’s face as she wrote them.

You did not mention her in your last letter. Is she still around? Are you still seeing each other?

Hyram snorted. “Maybe that’s because I wrote the last letter from the medicare’s tent,” he said. “And seeing each other is hardly the way I would describe it.”

Even as he said the words, there was a strange pang in his chest, as if he wanted it to be true. There was no denying that something existed between the two of them. Hell, even the rest of his crew were doing their best to get something to happen. That made Hyram feel guilty. Lovita had done her best to express interest, but he had purposefully ignored her, telling himself he wasn’t worth her time, she could do better with anyone else, that he didn’t deserve her. All because of the way he felt about himself, his past, and his own perceived shortcomings. Was he wrong?

I hope you give her a chance. Not just because I think dating someone would do you some good, but because I think you deserve a chance at happiness in this life, Hyram. Even if it is only fleeting. I do not know how long the God-Emperor will keep your paths crossed. I do not know if you know. But I know that if there is anything there between you at all, you owe it to her and to yourself to try.

“You owe it to her…”

The last words died on his tongue as he read and reread them. Hyram’s brow furrowed as emotions warred within his breast. He could agree with the first part. Hyram wanted Lovita to be happy, and he would do anything he could to see her smile. Hearing her laugh had become a bright spot in his life, something he chased after more often than he would care to admit.

But did he owe it to himself?

His father sprung to mind, and the guilt and rage of that night that saw Ezekiel Barrus’ life extinguished at the hand of his eldest son. Hyram’s intentions had been good, but there had been enough spite in his actions that night to render him guilt-ridden since then. Over fifteen years later, and he had been unable to wash the blood from his hands. He hadn’t even been able to disguise it with the blood the Astra Militarum expected him to shed. So instead, he had convinced himself he wasn’t deserving of happiness, and had worked to deprive himself of everything and anything that could possibly grant it.

Including Lovita.

Hyram placed the data slate down. His sister’s voice continued to ring in his head as he skimmed through the rest of what she had written in the letter, but he was no longer focused on what she had to say, as if it had absorbed too much new information at once and needed to blot out everything else to give him a moment to process.

You owe it to her and to yourself to try.

Maybe Emillia was right.

+++

The stench of blood and antiseptic mixed with the scent of mud and wet earth. Hyram pulled his jacket tighter, as if the rain pouring from above hadn’t already soaked through every layer of clothing he wore. It wasn’t the rain that caused him to seek warmth. Hyram had been cold and wet before. He would be cold and wet again. He was used to it, and weathered the discomfort as well as anyone in the Astra Militarum. No, the pulling of his coat had nothing to do with the weather and more to do with the nervousness he was feeling.

Hyram stopped a junior orderly struggling through the mud with a trolley laden with supplies. Boxes of syringes, bandages, clotting powder of dubious value now that it was as soaked as the orderly was. The trolley’s wheels had gotten mired down in the mud and the orderly was struggling to free it and get it moving again. In exchange for his aid in freeing the stuck trolley, Hyram received from the orderly the information he needed. He made his way down the row of tents, turned left at the first intersection, and continued along until he found a long tent of drab green fabric with the word RECOVERY stenciled in yellow paint over the entrance flap.

Hyram stepped inside.

The smell of antiseptic doubled in his nostrils, and the sound of the storm was replaced with the groans of the injured and the patter of rain on the canvas above. It took a moment for Hyram’s vision to adjust to the dim yellow light seeping from glow globes hung at intervals along the tent’s support poles. 

The wounded and convalescing were placed on cots and arranged head to head and foot to foot. White sheets provided warmth, though some had heavier blankets given to them by sympathetic squadmates or families following in the regimental trains. The cots were arranged in a grid pattern, with avenues up and down and across at intervals that allowed medicae and nurses to pass and minister to those under their care.

“I’m sorry, sir, but visiting hours for the patients has ended for the day.”

Hyram turned to find a short man in a nurse’s apron standing beside him. He was balding, with thick spectacles perched on the end of a pointed nose. The name tag pinned to his chest read Klawskinni. One of Klawskinni’s hands clutched a clipboard close to his chest while the other adjusted his glasses, as if trying to bring Hyram into better focus.

“Yes, I know,” Hyram said, his gaze going back to scanning the tent.

“Visiting hours resume tomorrow morning at 1000,” Klawskinni said. “You can visit your- hey, wait! Sir!”

Hyram strode past the man, ignoring his pleas to wait and slow down. Klawskinni did his best to keep up, but the taller man’s strides were longer and carried him farther faster. Hyram did not care. He had seen who he had come for.

Lovita stood up from the bedside of a trooper with bandages wrapped firmly around the left side of his head. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she heard Klawskinni’s frazzled tone. “Sorias?” she called. “What is the matter?”

Then she saw the tanker coming towards her, and her eyes widened. “Hyram? Hyram what are you-”

The rest of the sentence caught in her throat as Hyram pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Lovita’s eyes went even wider, surprise written clear across her face, before she melted and kissed back. She almost threw her arms around Hyram’s neck before she remembered where they were.

“Hyram!” Lovita stammered, pulling back just enough to look up into his eyes. “What was that for?”

Hyram swallowed breathlessly, suddenly aware that he may not have thought this course of action through entirely. “I, uh… Because I wanted to.” Hyram glanced around, acutely aware that some of the patients were looking at them. A few had knowing smirks on their faces. One gave him an enthusiastic double thumbs up.

“You wanted to?” Lovita raised an eyebrow. “Hyram this is hardly the time or place.”

“I… I know…” Hyram felt color rush to his face and fought to keep embarrassment from rising any farther. “I’m sorry.”

Lovita looked up at him for a moment longer. Then she smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. “You are a wonderful, silly man, Hyram Flint.” The hospitaller went up on her toes to reach his lips and kiss him again. Someone on the far side of the tent gave an obnoxiously cheerful whoop. Lovita let the kiss linger before coming back down. “And my shift ends in an hour.”

“An hour.” Hyram repeated, still blinking owlishly at her. Then he smiled, an honest smile full of more warmth than any Lovita had seen on his face before. “Alright then. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”

“Good,” Lovita said. “Because I am quite interested in seeing what else you might want to do after that kiss.”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #black library #fanfiction #fanfic #writers of tumblr #warhammer community #[Death Before Dismount: Hyram Flint]

[badgirlcovention]

Hyram (older/renamed Hunter) redesign because I wasn't happy with the old one and I wanted to incorporate some of my first design elements into the new one

#my art #The Owl House #Hunter Wittebane #Hyram Blair Noceda Clawthorne #Got an abomination symbol earring for Darius

[mrsthunderkin]

When your arch nemesis is your ex-best friend and also your brother-in-law, you have to show you care as noncaringly as possible because you still wanna be cool.

Hyram appreciates Errol's approach to concern

#Errol Desoto #Hyram Kincaid #sorcerer #dark sorcerer #storm sorcerer #i just REALLY wanted to design some padded leather armor for them #Hyram married Errol's wife's twin which is HILLARIOUS in the story #but also Hyram is the one who blew off Errol's arm #And Errol is very guarded about his hand and his wand around Hyram #So him getting it so close to him is a HUGE representation of their damaged relationship healing #Hyram is letting Errol heal at his own pace because by this point he's already forgiven and accepted Errol as he was by this point #i just have a lot of feelings about these boys being hest friends to enemies back to bestfriends/family SOB #tales of alor #tablet doodle

[ciudadcobre]

Midnight stroll

13/03/23

#mexico #hyram #chetumal #ciudad de cobre

[mirabritart]

Obviously I can’t make a ttrpg character without a tragic backstory. In Strength of Thousands my boy Hyram’s centers around just truly abysmal* taste in men.

*Because of who both me and our GM are as people there is an in-universe justification for this that extends into mechanics.

#artists on tumblr #oc art #ttrpg art #comic #pathfinder #ttrpg #game: strength of thousands #oc: hyram #my art

[narixyang]

location; spooktacular soiree tagged; @hyrampcik​

There were some cool costumes out there that evening, but Nari’s was not one of them. And she was hating every second of it. Walking around with an oversized pig head on was pretty much the most ludicrous thing she’d ever done, but luckily she at least had enough people there to talk to that at moments she could briefly forget how stupid she looked. “I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in this,” Nari whined to Hyram as they sat at the bar area with their drinks in hand. It was a perfectly strong drink, but it hadn’t made the costume she was wearing disappear yet. “The boys really just said, screw you Nari, go dress as Peppa Pig. I was thinking they’d pick something cool. Maybe I’d get to dress as Thor or Ironman or one of their favorite superheroes. Oh, no. No, Hyram. They said Peppa Pig.”

#interactions #interactions ft. hyram paik

[aliciamillergarcia]

Location: A Spooktacular Soiree

Characters: Alicia Miller-Garcia & Hyram Paik ( @hyrampcik​ )

CLOSED STARTER

One of the perks of Halloween was definitely getting to wear a costume and pretend to be something else for just a few hours. Even if she had spent most of the time celebrating in a more family-friendly way earlier on, her daughter was now fast asleep after crashing from her sugar high and this mama was out having some adult fun. Which certainly included multiple spooky drinks. “You should go for it,” she told the woman by the bar who was taking a look at the menu. “I’ve tried both of them, but if gin is your thing go for the Jekyll and gin. It’s really good.”

#interactions || alicia #alicia & hyram #( a spooktacular soiree )

[dylan-westwick]

character: Hyram Paik @hyrampcik​

location: Spooktacular Soiree

Whenever she saw her neighbors out and about it was always a funny sensation just like when she was younger and saw a teacher outside of school. She knew Hyram well though and would consider more of a friend than a neighbor. She’d helped housesit while the other woman was out of town and they’d exchanged recipes as well as Dylan had given her plenty of extra things from her garden. So seeing her at the soiree was a pleasant surprise. “Hey Hyram! How’ve you been? Ya look great!” She complimented as she looked over the other’s costume.

#thread #thread: hyram paik #providence.event