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faceofamonster · 2 years

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Alright y’all, the time has finally come! This blog is going dormant and the new multi-muse blog is finally ready! *Celebration plays in the background*

Because this message is long (and I know some of y’all’s dashes are about to get flooded) everything else will be under the ‘Read More.’ ^_^

For anyone getting ‘swamped’ by this message because you follow me in multiple places, I sincerely apologize. This is the best way I know to inform both my partners and my followers. On the bright side, you can always start unfollowing all of the old blogs because I don’t imagine I’ll be using them for much anymore. Or, if you want to keep them around for some reason, you can blacklist the tag: ‘Moving Day is at Hand’ (And if you get that reference, we should be friends... if we’re not already. <3)

Sadly, the new blog isn’t very mobile-friendly at the moment - not if you’re using the app - but I haven’t decided on the best way to deal with that yet… or if I’ll even try. If it’s a deal-breaker for you, please let me know. I’ll probably pick your brain for ideas on how to handle things.

Everything else is up and running smoothly (I think.) All 32 muses have decently extensive info pages and a plethora of tags to make everything easily searchable (or blacklistable, if desired.)

I haven’t reblogged any ‘aesthetic’ type posts for anyone yet (not unless they fall into another category, too.) My plan is to randomly queue those kinds of posts. I’m not sure how many I’ll queue per day, but if you follow and it feels like too much (or not enough) let me know and I’ll adjust things.

As for current RPs - here’s my plan:

If I owe you a reply, I’ll be giving you that reply on my new blog just as soon as I can. ^_^ On those replies, I’ll have a permanent link to our RP on the old blog so we can both easily access it. Not sure about y’all, but memory refreshers help me stay on point… most of the time. ;)

If you owe me a reply, I’m going to repost my last reply on the new blog - so you might see new notifications pop up for old things. I don’t think that will throw anything off too much. (I hope.) But if you use RP Thread Tracker, then it’ll change the date of my last reply. Or it won’t show up at all if you have your tracker set up to only track this specific blog for replies. Hopefully this won’t make things too confusing. I’m going to do the same thing for any starters I have, too. :)

So, here’s the new blog:

MUSE CARAVAN

If there’s anything that doesn’t work the way it seems like it should, let me know. And if there’s anything else y’all think I should address and haven’t (or that I haven’t addressed well enough) please ask. I want this transition to be as smooth as possible for everyone, but I need feedback if anything feels off, or I won’t know what needs improvement. :)

I’ve tagged everyone I think I have a current RP with on this blog. If, for any reason, you no longer wish to continue the thread/threads found HERE, under the ‘RPs’ tab, please let me know. I promise there won’t be hard feelings or anything like that. I just don’t want to spend time moving over a thread you’re no longer interested in. If you want something else in the future, you’re always welcome to hit me up, and if not, that’s okay, too. :)

If there’s a thread we have that’s missing from that tab and you still want to write it, let me know that, too. I had a bit of a snafu with my thread tracker and lost all of my RPs where my partner hadn’t responded to it in over six months. Some of them I was able to remember, but I suspect some got lost in the ensuing panic as I realized what had happened. >.<

And finally - right now, I don’t have plans to immediately follow anyone first who’s not a current writing partner. However, you’re more than welcome to follow me in the new place and I’ll happily follow back. I want people to follow me because they want to, not because they feel obligated. <3

Alright, I think that just about covers everything.

Any current partners for Typhon are tagged here: I honestly think I’ve tagged changingthelights and leatherandsoil enough already this evening. ;P <3

#ooc #Moving Day is at Hand

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faceofamonster · 3 years

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Something's Gotta Give ~ Stelios/Ty (Fallout AU)

leatherandsoil:

He was going to die, more than likely. And really…if he was going to go out, it might as well be shooting. It was all he’d done, all his life. Faced incredible beasts, one on one, and always come out on top. But not this time. Not when faced with an actual fucking dragon. Well, at least it was something legendary. Oh sure people went out facing deathclaws and yao guai…but he’d never heard of anyone going toe to toe with a dragon and living.

“Should probably work on that living part.” he muttered to himself, looking upwards to track the beast. That was a mistake. His eyes left the ground for just a second, but that was all it took. Stelios Chrysos, dangerous game hunter extraordinaire, took a bad step and fell off the side of a mountain.

The fall was…not short. It felt like he bounced six or eight times. He tried to get his feet under him, to glissade down the slope, but he was going far too fast and only succeeded in a warped sort of cartwheel that wrenched his knee and hip completely out of whack. Not to mention his ribs cracked (he heard them, he was positive) and he took a smack to the side of his head that made him see stars. Still, he was breathing (painfully) and coherent (somewhat) when he fetched up in a thicket of low growing bushes. And if he was breathing, he could fight.

As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard the low rush of wind and thump of footfalls as the dragon landed nearby. Well, good. That meant he didn’t have to go and hunt the bastard. Reaching for his pistol (a monster caliber custom piece) he checked the loads and waited for the fucker to get in range.

He didn’t have to wait long. The dragon came slithering along, moving like a big, scaly cat. >insert color< scales glimmering in the light. The beast was…gorgeous, really. One of the few beautiful things left in this nuclear wasteland. Maybe it would leave? Maybe he didn’t have…okay nope, it spotted him and if he wanted any chance of survival at all he was going to have to kill it.

Fighting the urge to panic-this was easily the most shitty situation he’d ever been in-he raised his gun and fired. Scored a hit, center of mass, right behind the monster’s front leg. The bullet simply bounced off the gleaming scales like a ping pong ball.

“Fuck.” Stelios swore, and pulled the trigger again. And again. And again. Kept firing, not even bothering to aim. He didn’t need to, the dragon was closing distance and any shot was a hit but none of them were having any effect. The gun clicked, and Stelios reached for another clip, ejected the empty, reloaded, and kept firing. Emptied that one, ejected, reloaded. Swore some more. Kept right on going until he ran out of ammo. Holstered the piece, reached for his backup (more compact, slightly smaller caliber) and kept firing. Burned through that ammo too. Dropped his arms to his side when he couldn’t fire any more. But the dragon had stopped too. It seemed to be…considering. Then all at once, it changed. Shifted. It shrank, wings and tail pulling in, legs shortening, pulling it upright until it was…a man. Stelios blinked, forced his beleaguered brain to work. A man he could deal with. Just a damn shame he’d went through all his ammo. Still…

With a grunt, he heaved the gun right at the guy’s head. Would have hit him too, but he dodged. Mentally snarling, Stelios grabbed his other pistol and flung it at the man too. Another miss. Fuck. Bending down, he pulled his throwing knives (all four of them) from his boots and sent them whipping at the man (dragon? Nah. he was a man right now.) as well. And really, if he hadn’t just fallen down a mountain and had a concussion and a broken knee and gods only knew what else, he’d have probably been just fine. But…the situation being what it was…he missed. The man (red hair. That was the most striking thing about him. GOD was that hair red.) was close enough now that Stelios could hear him speaking. He didn’t catch everything, just the words “bleed out.” Yes. Yes he was going to bleed out and die in the middle of nowhere. But he was going out swinging.

“Fuck off….” he gasped, throwing a punch at the man’s head. He missed-of course he did his body was at the end of its rope-and fell flat on the ground. The hard, rocky, painful ground. And he laid there. He was beat. And at this point, it felt good. He just kept his eyes closed and hoped it would be over soon.

The dragon watched, waiting to see if the human planned to move again. The other’s sudden stillness could be a trick, he knew. Not that he was worried about anything the man threw at him (figuratively or literally.) But he didn’t want the other to get so desperate that he hurt himself any more than he already had.

Crouching down next to the prone figure, Ty spoke again. “Humans… always so damn stubborn. Now that it’s out of your system, maybe you’ll let me help you.” Then, without asking permission, he swept the man up into his arms as large, scaly wings unfurled from his back. Flying in his human guise wasn’t easy, but he had no intention of making the trek back to his vault on foot… and his true form was obviously out of the question. “I don’t think I’m fast enough to catch you if you fall. My advice - don’t squirm.” He honestly didn’t even know if the man was hearing him right now, but better to warn before he took off. And hopefully, if the other really was out cold, he’d stay that way until the dragon could get them home.

Without saying more, Ty began to beat his wings, lifting them both carefully up into the air and heading in the general direction of his vault. Once there, he’d make sure the man got as many stims as he needed… and maybe even a small ‘booster shot’ of dragon’s blood, just to be safe. No need to have the human dying on him… especially such a pretty one. Despite the grime that seemed to be a part of nearly every human ‘wardrobe’ these days, Ty could tell the man in his arms would clean up nicely. It’d been so long since he’d had anyone’s company… perhaps he’d get lucky and the human would be interested in staying awhile. Maybe he’d even get VERY lucky. The dragon grinned at that thought, but knew not to get his hopes up too much. While a companion was always nice (and he definitely intended to lay on the charm) he didn’t want to make his unwitting guest uncomfortable. The idea was to get him to want to stay… not scare him off.

#leatherandsoil #Something's Gotta Give #Fallout!AU

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faceofamonster · 3 years

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Chryso Agori

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Ty had chosen this one well, it seemed. Handsome, willing to take orders.. and the sound of that voice as he begged! It made the dragon shiver with anticipation. With a grin that could only be described as smug, he leaned forward, hovering over Stelios as he added another finger and continued to tease at the spot. “Here?” he asked, with obviously fake uncertainty. His fingers stroked harder… faster. “Are you sure?”

As he spoke, Ty’s eyes took in the human with clear admiration - taut muscles with a fine sheen of sweat, bright blue eyes that rivaled his own, and his cock…! Although the dragon had little interest in being taken, he could imagine anyone with the inclination would enjoy themselves fully. Unable to resist, his free hand moved to trace ghost-like patterns over the hot, rigid flesh. He could feel the rapid pulse of Stelios’ blood, beating in time to his own. Synchronous before they’d even really begun? The dragon growled his approval as he removed his fingers, and positioned himself between the other’s legs. He was done waiting.

With another guttural growl, Typhon took hold of Stelios’ hips, lifting the man’s lower body up with ease. The tip of his cock had barely settled against the other’s entrance before he surged forward with one sharp, powerful thrust, burying himself inside as deep as he could go. For a moment the dragon simply reveled in the sensation, that feeling of heat and pressure. And there it was again… their blood pulsing together like they were one being. He wanted to take advantage of that sensation… but first…

“You’re doing so good following my orders…” It wasn’t praise so much as an observation. “Now let’s see if you can follow one more.” He rolled his hips, the motion teasing. “Show me how long you can go without coming. Hold out for as long as you possibly can.” Ty’s hands gripped his lover’s hips tighter as he gave another smug grin. “And don’t worry… I don’t expect you to last long.” Then, with another smug grin, the dragon began to thrust rapidly in and out of the man beneath him. Every now and then he’d intentionally hit Stelios’ prostate, but he kept it random (for now), curious how the other would respond to the additional teasing.

#leatherandsoil #Chryso Agori #nsfw

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faceofamonster · 3 years

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Metallagí ~ Cam and Ty

changingthelights:

When Cam caught sight of Ty’s car he was shocked, and then wasn’t. It matched the color of Ty’s scales and wings, and he had a feeling this was a very, very aesthetic choice for the other man. It almost seemed natural, like he should have expected the car he drove to be gold.

He WAS shocked to see a gorgeous gold fucking Lamborghini, and it had him questioning who, and again, what Ty actually was. He’d never been in a car like that, and Cam found himself almost wishing he’d taken Ty up on that offer for a ride.

A small part of him wondered if he still might get the chance, if the night went well. That near-feral look in Ty’s eyes sent a shiver down Cam’s spine, and anticipation coiled warmly in his stomach. Yeah, he hoped tonight would go well.

As Ty revved the engine, Cam was grateful that he had the visor of his helmet down and there were layers of metal and glass between them. The groan that came out of his mouth was sinful, and he would have been incredibly embarrassed if Ty had heard him.

The following drive was easy, to the point that Cam made a point of swaying back and forth in the lane behind Ty. He was also the type to travel far above the speed limit, weaving his way through traffic in ways that the average human should never attempt. Of course, he could understand wanting to keep at a pace he could easily follow, or perhaps Ty was just cautious over something so nice and expensive. Cam wouldn’t blame him for either reason, but it would have been fun to race, or get to show off just how comfortable he was one his own two wheels. While Cam understood, that wouldn’t stop him from teasing Ty about their pace as soon as they parked.

Once they reached the garage, Cam powered down the bike beside Ty’s car, kicked the stand, and he pulled off his helmet with a grin as Ty approached.

“All that horsepower and you drive like a 70 year old man?” Cam teased as he swung his leg from over the bike and placed the helmet on top of the seat.

He paused when he noticed there wasn’t a single other car in the lot, and Ty’s words confirmed the first idea that occurred to him. He should have been shocked, but he masked his surprise with a smirk. He left his helmet on top of his bike and started towards the elevator, walking backwards with an excited bounce in his step. He wanted to face Ty as he spoke, and his hands tucked into the pockets of his studded leather jacket.

“I mean, if this is your lair, I can’t imagine I’d want for anything if you did decide to try and trap me here. You couldn’t trap me here, to be clear, but it’d be fun to watch you try,” there was a little bit of a challenge woven into his tone, but he didn’t linger there for too long. He left just enough of a pause before continuing.

“So- if this whole thing is your lair, who are you?” He leaned against the side of the elevator opposite the buttons and crossed one ankle casually over the other. He waited for Ty to press the buttons, for all he knew they were headed down into some hidden basement. “What, are you? You’re obviously not human, and I don’t know many mutants who look like they could be made of various shades of gold, or have wings that I really, really want to touch…” Was it his way of asking if he could touch? Absolutely.

Ty chuckled at Cam’s teasing. “Didn’t want you thinking I was trying to lose you on purpose,” he replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Besides, as amusing as a potential police chase might be, I think we both have other ideas for how we want this night to go, don’t we?”

Cam’ words about not wanting for anything if Ty kidnapped him made the dragon smirk… as did the challenge about not being able to hold him here. “Then I suppose it’s good for both of us that I prefer my partners to be willing participants,” he replied, still smirking. Yes… those powers the other seemed to possess - they were remarkable. Something deep in Ty’s subconscious tried to warn him about that. Unknown powers could pose unknown dangers. Hera had been more than he could handle; his arrogance had cost him dearly back then. Was it possible this mutant could be the same? But Cam didn’t feel like Hera had. His personality was different. More playful… less controlling. He let his eyes take in the other man slowly, wondering how much control Cam would let him have.

The questions that came as they got into the elevator didn’t exactly surprise Ty. Some partners were more curious than others. He suspected Cam was going to keep him on his toes. But how much to reveal…? Briefly he scanned the multitude of buttons, many of them designed to react only to his fingerprint. They could go straight to one of his many bedrooms… but Ty had the urge to continue impressing this one… so he hit the button for the greenhouse on the top floor. The room was a marvel of architectural engineering… and one of Ty’s favorite places because it allowed him the luxury of basking in his dragon form whenever he chose.

Decision made, he moved back towards Cam, allowing his wings to once again unfurl from his body as he approached. He hadn’t missed Cam’s comment about them… flattery almost always got rewarded where Ty was involved. He placed a hand on either side of Cam’s head (but left enough room for the other to duck under if he chose.) “But isn’t that the beauty of mutants? Coming in all shapes and sizes. You never know who or what you’re going to see next.” He was grinning as he spoke, words obviously playful. “However…” His wings shifted forward, partially enclosing the two of them. “... surely, if you think I’m not a mutant, you already have ideas about what I might be? Tell me. Sate my… curiosity.” He allowed his tongue to dart out, long and forked, tasting the air… and Cam. “If you guess correctly, I’ll let you touch me wherever you like.”

#changingthelights #Metallagí

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faceofamonster · 3 years

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Green Grass and High Tides ~ Cam/Ty

changingthelights:

Cam carefully tried to hide the shiver that ran down his spine as the captain spoke. At this rate he’d be asking for the captain to do as he pleased, if the Captain kept talking like that, but Cam’s fantasies quickly wavered as the reality of his situation came back into focus.

He was a stowaway, and this was the ship’s Captain. Despite his attempts to hide his fear, the twitch of his ears as if they wanted to flatten downwards, and the now-subdued flick of his tail gave away his understanding of his position. He was in trouble, but he couldn’t tell if the rapid race of his heart was from anxiety or arousal as the Captain stalked slowly towards him.

Finally Cam’s ears flattened downwards as Ty mentioned the Wyld Hunt, because that was the name of a ship Cam recognized. He was more than relieved knowing he wasn’t on that ship, because even if this Captain and this crew were the types to sell him, any ship was better than finding yourself pursued by, or on, the Wyld Hunt.

So, as it stood, Cam had two choices. Hold his tongue and hope the crewmates weren’t the type to do anything other than keep a stowaway locked up, or he could plead his case and hope for something better. At the worst, he was stuck on this ship regardless, and this crew could decide to eat him, toss him, or make a pretty penny off of him even without his story. The only thing that gave him hope was that this Captain let his crew decide the fate of a stowaway, maybe they weren’t slavers - or the type to pawn off someone clearly on the run.

Fear twisted deep in Cam’s gut and he swallowed.

“I…” it was then Cam realized they were alone, and his eyes drifted downwards as the medallion swung forward. He made no attempt to hide his stare as the Captain’s shirt dipped open even further, and a smirk tugged at Cam’s lips. His ears perked back up, and a lazy ‘thump’ of his tail hitting the sofa broke silence stretching between them. Cam’s eyes slowly trailed back up to meet the Captain’s gaze, and gods above he hoped his hard on wasn’t too obvious. “You’re… starting to make me reconsider that rule…” he purred, and the tip of his tail playfully flicked at the medallion dangling tantalizingly in front of him. Then he leaned against the sofa, his back arching as if trying to present himself to the other.

Adrik was not surprised to find the Captain so close to their captive upon their return. He had warned Gail that this green man was not shy, despite his capture.

“He did start it,” Adrik confirmed with a shrug as he closed the door to the Captain’s quarters behind him. “Although it does appear that the Captain has actively encouraged him.” Calling out the obvious, yet needing to be noted. The Captain was never an innocent party in these types of games.

The green man in the sofa seemed flustered by the sudden change of mood in the room, and it was obvious that he was… uncomfortable by the shift. Adrik felt a little bad, but it couldn’t be helped. That gash on his arm looked nasty and untreated, and Adrik couldn’t even see the full wound below the make-shift bandage. If he actually wanted to sleep with the Captain, if Adrik’s gut was anything to go by- he would, regardless of the outcome of the crew’s vote, he needed to get patched up.

Cam’s ears flattened again as the woman approached him, and he sheepishly tried to cross his legs and hope for the best.

When Gail started to cut his shirt Cam quickly stopped his protests, and his squirming, as she explained the scissors properties. His shirt was already ruined, there was no undoing the damage at this point, and the state of his clothes were not worth the magic required to fix it.

“I don’t have any allergies, as far as I know,” he replied quietly, and he watched with fascination as she reached her entire arm into her bag. The typical weaknesses of the demon or fae never really bothered him. Holy water made him itchy, and when pierced with iron the wounds tended to take longer to heal, but that was about it.

The mutant’s attention was drawn back to Ty with his comments, and he huffed softly as he tried to stifle a laugh. “I might…” he mumbled, and his eyes drifted back to the Captain’s chest as he leaned back against his map table. Something about the demeanor of the woman beside him told Cam he shouldn’t press his luck any further than that, so he turned his attention to the task at hand. His story.

The fear in his gut reared it’s ugly head once again, and Cam tried to steel himself for whatever was about to come. Saying nothing seemed like it wouldn’t benefit him at this point.

There was a long pause, and Cam summoned all of the pride he could as he straightened in his seat (without jostling his arm) to attempt to hold his head up high.

“My name is Cameron Dockstader. My father is the Lord of New Isle, chosen by the Queen as its protector. I’ve lived there all my life, until about 5 days ago when I was attacked and dragged from my room.” Cam relaxed his legs finally, and glanced off to the side. “You can obviously see I’m not human.” Cam’s tail lifted from the couch and gestured along his body. “My father is an elf, my mother is a demon, and this- well I thought- this was a well guarded family secret. I’m the only one of my brothers born of them both, my older brothers were born from my father’s first marriage, so I’m the only one who has this… unique form. I have a human shape I can shift into, but that’s the only form I’ve shown to anyone other than my family, and now you.

Unfortunately…. the neighboring Lord Hannigan- someone I thought was a friend of my father’s- found out… somehow.” Cam’s brow furrowed, because even now he wondered how Hannigan had learned his secret. Hannigan and his father had been friends for as long as Cam could remember, but Cam felt confident he’d never slipped up in front of him.

Cam inhaled slowly, and tried to still his racing heart. This was difficult for him to talk about, let alone in front of strangers. “Turns out he’s also a…” Cam felt his stomach churn, and the bitterness in his voice was palpable, “…Collector. I’m supposed to be the next addition to it- if the men who abducted me are to be believed.

Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for them, they didn’t know how good I am with my hands.” Yes, he looked directly at the Captain as he said that last part, but he didn’t stop to let the innuendo linger. “I escaped. I’d been running from them for 3 days before I… snuck onto your ship.” Cam nodded down to his arm. “These men know what they’re doing, and I was desperate to escape them… I don’t want to become an object- someone’s possession they think they can own.” Cam grimaced at the idea, and he tried not to think about how close he’d come to becoming just that. He only hoped these people wouldn’t seek out Hannigan after his story. “The only way I could think to shake them was to jump onto the nearest ship leaving port. I have nothing except for the clothes on my back and my sword, I swear I would have asked for legitimate passage if I had the chance!’

It was difficult to stop the desperation from creeping into his voice as he continued, and he couldn’t stop a plea from rising to his lips.

“Please, please don’t turn me in to Hannigan. I promise I can be useful to you and the ship! I’m a skilled fighter, and I’m unafraid of work or heights. You could place me anywhere on this ship and I can earn my keep. I didn’t sneak onto your ship for a free ride, I just needed to escape!” Cam hoped and he prayed, as he looked between the three surrounding him, that these people would understand.

The switch from worry to playfulness amused Ty enormously. Oh - this one was going to be so much fun! He hoped his crew would make the decision to keep him. If not, the dragon was going to have to come up with something on the fly. A shame Adrik and Gail had to return when they did. Still… once all of this was settled, Ty hoped they’d have more time. Though his grin definitely grew when the man indicated he might not mind being watched. He forced himself not to lick his lips, one hand raising to toy with the coin that dangled around his neck.

As Gail worked, the pirate captain studied their captive more closely… more curiously. He really hadn’t ever seen anything quite like him. Such a beautiful shade of green… and those ears… and his tail! He was actually a little surprised when the other - Cameron - spoke. So…. they had a nobleman on their hands? That would certainly explain the cut of those clothes, despite their ragged appearance. Interesting. Ty listened, momentarily becoming lost in the tale… right up until the man looked right at him and said he was good with his hands. The captain snorted, not in mockery, but amusement, his grin growing. Oh… he couldn't wait to learn the truth behind those words.

Gail gave a soft, frustrated sigh, but said nothing, her hands working their magic on the infected injury. The dragon knew her teasing was more motherly affection than anything else, so he pretended not to hear. Based on everything Cameron was saying, Ty knew how his crew was likely to vote, but he still didn’t have the authority to make any decisions without that vote. So, as Gail finished up the last of the wrappings, he pushed away from the desk and moved back to the couch.

“Your story, in its entirety, will be taken into consideration by each and every one of my crew. Adrik, Gail, and I will make sure it’s related to them faithfully.” He allowed a small frown to settle on his features, wanting to show a bit of genuine regret over his next words. “Until that decision is made, you’ll be placed in the brig.” He looked to Adrik. “See to it that he’s given plenty of food and water, and that the bedding is fresh.” Ty knew that Adrik would probably do all of those things (and more) even without specific orders, but he wanted it to be clear to Cameron that they weren’t monsters. Well… not like that, at least.

As he finished, Gail stood and offered their captive a small, rare smile. “Don’t imagine you’ll be down there for long,” she said with a knowing expression. “But if your injury starts to act up in the meantime, drink this.” The witch held up a palm-sized flask, and then carefully tucked it into one of Cameron’s pockets before stepping back to give Adrik room to step in. Then she looked over to Ty. “I’ll start gathering the crew, then?”

Typhon considered. There didn’t seem to be any real reason to wait. And Hannigan was a known name to them… which might require additional discussion. “Do that. Main deck - one hour.” The surgeon nodded, hefted her bag and headed out the door, but left it open behind her, assuming Adrik would be following shortly.

#changingthelights #Green Grass and High Tides #Pirate!AU

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faceofamonster · 3 years

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Green Grass and High Tides

Only a few days out to sea was all it took for Cam to start getting antsy in his secret hideaway. A rarely used storage room in the ship provided excellent cover, and a few shifted barrels meant Cam had a hidden place to sleep and squirrel away whatever food he could swipe from the kitchen. Yes, a few of the crew were suddenly missing pillows and a blanket, but Cam kept his thievery to a minimum so he didn’t draw attention to himself. It was easy enough to avoid the crew when all he had to do was slip through an opening he’d created in the floor or the wall, and the rest was keeping to the shadows. He’d listened to more than a few of his father’s ‘private meetings’ while hiding in the rafters of his office, so doing the same in this ship was easy.

Unfortunately, hiding for this long was Cam’s problem. He was an extrovert- he loved people, he loved talking, and he especially loved sunlight, all of which were unavailable while hiding in the darkest parts of a vessel this size. The closest he came to fresh air was the kitchen, further up the ship, and even that was at night when there was no sunlight to be found. On top of that, he had no idea how long this ship planned to be at sea. The uncertainty made the silence all the more maddening, but then he considered the alternative. The silence, as much as the consistent creaking and groaning of a ship could be silent, wasn’t so bad when the other choice meant he was in chains in some rich bastard’s basement. Some solitude might be exactly what he needed to formulate a plan, or so he told himself, and he pulled the blanket tighter around him.

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Adrik didn’t often wander this deep into the ship, but the particular barrel the cook asked for weighed quite a bit, and having supernatural strength meant he was one of the go-tos for such a job. He didn’t mind, it gave him a break from the usual chores of the ship, and he liked the silence that came with the storage rooms. Any outside noise, the activity of the crew members or sounds of the sea, were all blocked out when you came this far down, and it was a good place to relax when Adrik needed it.

The werebear quickly found the room he needed, and it took only a minute of searching to find the barrel. As he placed his hands on the unit in question, he froze as a bright green flick of something long and prehensile flashed around the edge of a nearby container. At first he thought it might have been a trick of the magically flickering lights, until it swayed lazily back into view a moment later. It was definitely a tail, the shape of which he couldn’t place. Adrik watched a series of mirrored appendages – they almost looked like long, dark green scales – flex along the tip.

Curiously, Adrik peered over the first line of barrels, and he was startled to find a man fast asleep among the supplies. How this man had evaded the crew up until now, Adrik had no clue, but even more curious was the rest of the stowaway’s appearance. On top of a bright green tail, long, black horns arched back from the corners of his forehead, and twisted away from his head towards the ends. His hair was about shoulder length and tucked loosely back into a pony tail, and upon closer inspection Adrik realized it was two different tones of green, split down the center. The ends of his fingers looked as if they were stained black, and his nails curled into dark claws.

The longer Adrik stared, the more oddities Adrik noticed. The tattered clothes of a noble were the last thing he would expect. Yet, the vest the man wore, though damaged and smudged with dirt, bore intricate designs stitched in gold thread. His blouse, if it didn’t have a tear in the arm stained with blood, would have been of high quality, along this his mud-covered trousers and knee-high riding boots. This man had been in some sort of tussle, and Adrik could make a few, though speculative, guesses as to what might make a creature like him desperate enough to stow away on a ship.

What an odd one. Adrik thought to himself as he watched the man sleep, and he wondered just how long the wound on his arm had been left to fester. It’d probably need some cleaning….

It was about this time another of the crew came looking for Adrik, having been sent by the cook when Adrik didn’t return in a timely manner. He wasn’t known to dawdle, so he knew someone would be sent after him if he waited long enough. As soon as the door opened behind him, Adrik turned, and he placed a hand over the crew mate’s mouth to silence her.

“Shhh,” Adrik whispered as he held a finger to his lips, and the young woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “We have a stowaway,” Adrik gestured vaguely behind him. “Tell the captain that I will be up with him shortly.” The woman seemed confused but she nodded, and Adrik turned back to the man in question as she left the room.

Another moment of contemplation, and Adrik grabbed a length of rope off a hook on the wall. Then he reached behind the barrels, grabbed the man by the scruff of the neck, and hauled him up an onto the top of a nearby crate.

Cam woke with a start as the world tilted, and he felt himself being moved by a force he had no chance of stopping. He grunted as his chest hit wood, and he fruitlessly struggled to free his hands from the vice grip pinning them to his back.

“H-hey!” he cried out as rope replaced the grip on his wrists. By the time the world stopped spinning and he finally had his bearings, the rope had made it’s way around his forearms, trapping them against his sides. “S-stop– no! I– I can explain-!” he squirmed, but he stopped as the rope suddenly tightened, almost painfully, around his wrists.

“We do not take kindly to stowaways,” Adrik rumbled, putting on an act as best his stoicism would allow. Compared to most pirate ships, this was arguably the one most likely to be lenient with stowaways, depending on the circumstance, but intimidation was all a part of the information gathering process. Thankfully, this man couldn’t see the amused smirk on Adrik’s lips from where he was bent over the crate, and Adrik intended to keep it that way. With an easy pull he grabbed the rope at the center of Cam’s back and lifted, and Cam yelped in surprise as he suddenly found himself hoisted into the air. While Cam was rather slippery, his kicking legs and flailing tail forced Adrik to make a concerted effort to keep Cam suspended at his side, Adrik’s grip remained firm. He walked Cam up to the top of the ship, maintaining silence despite Cam’s occasional plea, and he stopped just in front of the door to the captain’s cabin.

If this had been any other situation, Cam would have basked in his reunion with fresh air and sunlight. Unfortunately, it was overshadowed by an intense dread that increased with each ascending step.

It was over. He’d been caught. Pirates like money, right? It’d be easy enough for them just to sell him off to Hannigan – and that disgusting bastard was likely to pay a pretty penny if they turned him in. Or, they might just sell him off to whoever wanted him. Even if the buyer didn’t know what Cam was, he looked odd enough that by appearance alone he’d be interesting to a collector. He could try to escape once they were close enough to land – but if Hannigan or another trader got to him before that….

By the time they came to a stop, Cam’s entire visage had visibly drooped, and it was then Adrik took note of the young man’s ears. They were shaped almost like that of a donkey, only these protruded from the sides of his head instead of the top. A small small layer of black fur coated the outside, and based on their downward angle it looked as if Cam had lost some of the fight he had when Adrik first woke him up. He no longer wiggled against Adrik’s grip, and his tail hung limply between his legs.

Then Adrik knocked, and, as if summoned by the sound, a sudden spark returned to Cam. He stiffened in his bonds and steeled himself for whatever would happen next. Even if he was caught, and becoming a pretty piece in some sicko’s collection was his inescapable fate, he could go down fighting. Cam wouldn’t make selling him easy, that much he promised himself.

Cam writhed against his bonds one last time as he was hauled into the room, and he only caught a glimpse of a garishly decorated red and gold rug before he was dropped unceremoniously into a plush red couch.

For a moment Cam looked past the man in front him, presumably the captain, because he was distracted by the…almost gaudily opulent decorations of gold and red that covered the entire room. If it didn’t all work… somehow– Cam would call it ridiculously out of place. It took another moment for Cam to peel his vibrant green eyes away from intricate gold furnishings, and through a few loose strands of green hair he finally focused a sharp glare on the captain.

His glare faltered.

Shit. He was hot. Really hot, and Cam made no attempt to hide the way his eyes traveled down the line of the v-in the captain’s dark shirt, down to his navel. It wasn’t his fault, who wore shirts where the neck dipped so low?! Cam’s own shirt was partially opened, stopped only by the edges of his vest, but he’d never worn something that obscene. Unless it was in bed. It didn’t help that the man was also covered in tattoos, and that made Cam want to use seeing the hidden parts as an excuse to get the captain undressed.

Before Cam could stop himself, he gave the captain a full once-over. His ears perked up, his tail flicked playfully behind him, and his next words followed like a reflex.

“At least buy me dinner first,” he smirked to mask the fear clawing at his chest, “I don’t usually start out with hardcore bondage on a first date.”

A stowaway? When one of the younger crewmembers came knocking on his door to tell Ty that Adrik had happened upon someone in one of their storage rooms, he’d had to keep himself from grinning too widely. Things had been a little boring lately, and this sounded like the perfect cure. With practiced poise, he positioned himself by his map table, leaning casually against its edge as Adrik knocked and then brought in a squirming green mass. Their stowaway had fight! Ty liked them already. He allowed a toothy grin to settle on his features as a trussed up Supernatural unlike any he’d ever seen was plunked down onto his couch.

Typhon waited for the other to ‘settle.’ And he couldn’t deny enjoying the way those bright green eyes traveled over every inch of him. In fact… he may have even preened a little. Then the other man spoke, and the dragon’s grin got wider. Oh… he liked this one. A lot!

“What a shame,” he replied, giving the green-skinned man a long look from top to bottom. “Hardcore bondage is one of my favorite things to do on a first date.” A forked tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Among other things…” The stowaway was so perfectly framed in this room - green skin contrasting beautifully against the red of the couch where he sat. Ty found himself imagining what the other would look like splayed out on his red silk sheets. Stunning, he had no doubt.

Then his tongue darted out again, catching a whiff of infection. His eyes focused on the bloody, slashed fabric, before darting to Adrik. “Go get Gail. I think our new friend might have need of her skills.”

There were so many questions he wanted to ask… but where to start? The obviously noble clothing? The condition of that clothing? Or the fact that he had no idea what this man was. Despite centuries of life - almost 100 of that devoted to taking down the Supernatural slave trade, Ty was certain he’d never seen anything like this man. From his elegantly curved horns all the way to the tip of his glorious tail, he intrigued the dragon captain. In more ways than one.

“Do you know what pirates usually do with stowaways?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “The lucky ones are killed quickly. Some are thrown into the ocean to drown. Others take the place of the food they stole.” As he spoke, the dragon moved closer, tongue occasionally darting out. He could smell fear beneath the bravado. Good. That meant the man wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly how much trouble he was potentially in right now. “The captain of The Wyld Hunt spends months torturing anyone he finds; Gwyn takes extreme pleasure in crushing their spirits while breaking their bones. One. By. One.”

Stopping just in front of their captive, Ty looked the other man over with intent this time. “ My ship is… more of a democracy. The crew will decide as a group what we should do with you. “I don’t promise it will help… but if you’ve got a story to tell, now’s the time.” His grin turned into a slight leer. “Unless I can get you to change your mind about that ‘1st Date’ rule…?” He leaned in a little closer, the greek coin around his neck swinging slightly as the dragon allowed his shirt to gape open wider. “If so, I’m sure we could think of much more creative uses for your mouth.” Ty’s tone was kept light - unthreatening for that last bit. He would gladly welcome this man into his bed for some fun, but he didn’t want it to sound like a requirement for freedom. There was no enjoyment in a coerced or unwilling partner. Not for him.

Just then, a sharp rap sounded on the door, and without waiting for a reply, a short, dark-haired woman entered, toting a medium-sized fabric bag under one arm. She assessed the scene, eyes narrowing slightly at Ty’s proximity to the other, then she rolled them in a ‘not this again’ sort of way. “Could you at least wait until after the crew’s made a decision before trying to seduce him?”

Laughing, the dragon moved back to give his surgeon space. “He started it,” came the playful reply. Then he inclined his head towards the man who’d brought her. “Just ask Adrik.”

Gail gave her captain a ‘Really?’ look, but said nothing as she moved to stand by their guest. The bag was dropped unceremoniously on the other end of the couch as her eyes traveled over what she could see of the trussed-up man. Opening the bag she stuck her arm in (much deeper than it looked like it should be able to go) and eventually pulled out a large pair of platinum scissors. Then she looked directly at their stowaway and said, “These are charmed to cut through anything. If you squirm I won’t be held responsible for the loss of your arm. In short - don’t move.” Then without asking permission she began cutting away the bloody sleeve, and the shoddy bandages beneath.

“If you have any herbal allergies… things that don’t agree with your species… speak up now.” She said this while going back to rummaging in the bag, and pulling out various supplies.

“Now would also be a good time for that story,” Ty prompted again. “Since it seems like my other suggestion will have to wait. Unless you enjoy an audience…?”

Gail paused just long enough in her work to turn and shoot her captain another glare. “Keep that up and I might just decide to test out my scissors on dragonhide. Captain.”

Typhon’s eyes were still laughing, but he didn’t press his luck. While his ship’s surgeon was kind, she had a vindictive streak that he wasn’t sure he wanted to test. Not right now, at any rate. Instead he stepped back and let the woman work, leaning himself back against his map table… intentionally posed to show off the long lines of his legs and the swell of his muscled chest.

#changingthelights #Green Grass and High Tides #Pirate!AU

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Fortunately for Ty, Cam loved giving up control, and the better he knows a person, the more he’s willing to give up. His little ‘hard-to-get’ routine what just so he didn’t seem like an easy lay on his first night. Now that Ty was taking him home, that routine was far less necessary. He wanted Ty, and Ty obviously wanted him, it was time to let go and have some fun.

Ah! The sight of that tongue and the flex of those wings further fanned the flames of desire stirring at the base of Cam’s spine. He wanted to touch, and be touched by, this man, to explore whatever this man was with more than just his fingers. Knowing he’d get to do both, made anticipation blossom warm and tight in his chest.

Cam followed Ty’s direction as they moved for the exit. Once they were outside he took a deep breath to let the cool night air clear his head, just a little bit. He had to drive after all.

“I’ll follow,” Cam tugged a key from the pocket of his tight jeans, and with a click set of lights flashed on a bike nearby. He approached it and popped open a compartment hidden beneath the seat. It wasn’t large, but the items he pulled out of it literally grew in his hands to the appropriate size. Cam slipped a worn, black leather jacket, adorned with metal spikes of varying sizes, onto his shoulders, and he tugged out a helmet that matched the bike in similar design pattern an color.

He tugged on the helmet and smirked at Ty, never losing eye contact as he threw his leg over the bike to straddle it.

“I don’t like having to use an uber. Lead the way, I’ll be right behind you,” and he flipped down the visor with a nod. He kicked up the stand, and as he turned the key over the bike revved to life.

Typhon eyed the bike with passing approval. He liked any vehicle where he could have the wind in his hair and across his face. Sometimes it felt a bit like flying. But he watched in obvious fascination as Cam removed items from the bike’s storage… and observed them expanding in the other’s hands. The green-haired mutant was full of surprises!

The dragon could hardly miss the veiled implication as Cam straddled the bike, and the grin he gave the other man was practically feral. He also silently approved of the words, too. There would be no sloppy misunderstandings here. Tonight was about sex - nothing more or less. And if it was good, then it might happen again. He liked that the two of them were already on the same page.

Still grinning, the dragon pulled his key out and hit the button. Several spots down a car’s lights flashed and the dragon grinned. Everyone said that gold was over and done when it came to cars, but he’d always been partial to the way it shimmered and gleamed. Hips swaying with more than a little pride, the dragon’s wings pulled into his back as he opened the door and slid inside.

Mimicking Cam’s earlier actions, he revved the Lamborghini’s engine, lowered the top, and then pulled out and onto the road. Normally he’d be flying, but Ty kept his speed followable. He didn’t want to risk Cam accidentally losing sight of him. (As impossible as that seemed.) Eventually they arrived at his condo - or rather, his skyscraper. He’d bought up the whole place. Every condo was his, and the dragon used them not only to safely store his hoard, but also as a way of catering to various whims depending on his mood. Punching in a keycode, the gate to the underground garage swung open and he drove in, making sure Cam had time to follow before the gate closed behind him.

His actual car collection was on a lower level, this level was for guest and for when he hosted parties. For now, he pulled into a spot right beside the elevator and got out with a small flourish before moving over to where Cam had parked. “The gate has a pressure plate and will open whenever you’re ready to leave,” he said, gesturing back the way they’d come. “I promise I haven’t trapped you in my lair.” Saying this he gave the mutant both a smirk and a wink, then gestured to the elevator. “Shall we?”

#changingthelights #Metallagí #Metallagi #(( You welcome to move them into the elevator if you want.#Ty's actual condo is at the very top.#The only thing above it is his greenhouse #Let me know if you want pics of the place for Cam to react to.#I think there on Ty's blog somewhere #But I can scrounge them up for you. ^_^ ))

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Something's Gotta Give ~ Stelios/Ty (Fallout AU)

When he first entertained the idea of purchasing a private vault it was more for a lark than anything else. They were the ‘in’ thing, after all, and Typhon was always on the cutting edge. Besides, he figured it would be a novel place to host parties and the like. Granted, he didn’t fully trust Vault-Tec. But he’d done his research; the quality of their vaults couldn’t be beat, and he wanted the best. However, by the time the vault was done, things in the world had changed. Humanity was on the brink; he could sense it. The dragon had seen similar downfalls before, and when the vault was done he began to make real plans.

His hoards were quickly moved into the vast facility, and he began inviting certain people to join him when the time came. The dragon didn’t form attachments easily - he never had - but there were always particular people he enjoyed having around. So it seemed reasonable to bring them along for the ride. Besides which, he didn’t relish the idea of being alone for gods knew how long, buried underground with only Rob-Co’s robots to keep him company.

It was a few years later when the world finally fell apart. In a way, it surprised the dragon. A part of him hadn’t actually thought anyone would be willing to take that final step - push the ‘big red button.’ But someone had.

Life in his vault was normal, at first. Well… normal for him. A 24/7 party of alcohol, drugs, and sex. But then an overdose almost killed his favorite partner, and the ensuing panic of losing the human made him realize they couldn’t keep this up forever. This wasn’t a year-long party. This was their lives now. They had to start living them. Or rather, the humans did. Gradually, as months became years, they begin to break off into units - there was talk of having children. Food supplies were vast, so the dragon saw no reason not to encourage propagation. He himself held back, having no desire to explain his origins yet, and no wish to bring any human/dragon half-breeds into the world. Ty settled for a male he was fond of… and who seemed to return those feelings. And life became… abnormal. Which wasn’t as bad as he’d feared.

Eventually, of course, the others began to notice he didn’t age, and the time finally came when he had no choice but to reveal his true nature. Not everyone reacted favorably. Some demanded he let them leave. That wasn’t something anyone had ever even contemplated before. At first, Ty considered refusing, but it was his lover who convinced him not to turn the vault into a prison. So, he let them go. Some eventually came back, scared and scarred. Others didn’t. He tried not to think about why. And the years passed. The people he’d invited in began to grow old and die, leaving their children and grandchildren as legacies in their place. Ty found himself taking on a role he never thought he’d have… becoming a ‘father-figure’ to his self-made community. Once, the dragon would’ve rejected the very idea, but he welcomed the chance to help the progeny of those he’d cared about enough to save.

And the years passed.

Because he made no attempt to stop people from leaving the vault, numbers dwindled. Too many who wanted to see what the world outside had to offer. Too many who never came back. The dragon wasn’t sure when exactly it happened, but one day he realized he was alone. Those who he’d thought might return, never had. In fact, he realized it’d been over a year since he’d had visitors. Granted, his vault was situated in the middle of nowhere, far in the American North, surrounded by tall trees and wide mountains. It wasn’t meant to be found by those who didn’t know it existed. And maybe no one did anymore.

The dragon sometimes ventured out… experiencing the things his humans likely had when they’d left. And he realized quickly why many never returned. The radiation had taken its toll on the wildlife in devastating ways. And the humans hadn’t fared much better. Sometimes he came across encampments or towns… the people were rarely friendly, and since dealing with them had little benefit (aside from a quick fuck now and then) he stopped venturing out. Well… not in his human form. With humanity in the state it was in, the dragon saw no reason to fear the skies. He regularly went flying - soaring over the trees and mountains - enjoying himself with (admittedly) reckless abandon.

It was on one of those flights that he spotted a lone human out in the forest. The first he’d seen in possibly 20 years… maybe more. Ty couldn’t help being curious and swooping in for a closer look. He forgot that, even in this age of monsters, he was still unique - and he watched the man stare up at him. In awe? No. Probably more like shock. Right before taking a tumble down an unfortunately steep hill.

The old Ty - from before the bombs - probably would’ve ignored the man. But he wasn’t that Ty anymore. Oh, the vestiges of him were still there, but for all he knew this human could be kin to one of his humans. He couldn’t just leave without checking to make sure the man was okay. And so he swooped down, landing nearby, and then gracefully slinking closer. The man was hurt… he could smell the blood. But he was also conscious… and apparently VERY angry. As evidenced by the bullets which began to ricochet off of Ty’s scales. The guy emptied everything he had at the dragon. Ty waited until he seemed to be done before transforming into his human guise. Maybe this would calm the other down? The words ‘I want to help’ were still on his lips when a gun flew at his head, and then another at his chest. Knives came at him next. This man was a fucking arsenal! Growling in irritation, Ty spoke. “I can’t help you if you keep throwing things at me! Do you really want to bleed out in the middle of a fucking forest?!”

@leatherandsoil

#leatherandsoil #Something's Gotta Give #Fallout!AU

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faceofamonster · 4 years

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Metallagí ~ Cam and Ty

It was always hard to tell how a night would go at the start. It wasn’t hard for Cam to attract attention and find someone to go home with, or take home, but some companions were more… memorable than others. Ty had already cemented himself into Cam’s memory, and he felt another shiver of excitement run up his body as Ty chuckled in his ear.

After Ty’s question Cam pulled back just enough, keeping his hands locked behind Ty’s head, so he could see Cam’s mock, contemplative look. Cam’s head tilted and he looked up, off into the distance as if mulling over his options, but the smirk on his lips already gave Ty his answer.

“I’ll allow it,” his smirk flashed into a grin, and his lower lip caught on his teeth in a small bite. “And uh… I don’t know about you but…” He gave Ty a slow, almost hungy, once-over, “I’ve kinda had my fill of dancing for tonight.”

Allow it? The dragon smirked. Such sass! Ty hoped Cam’s attitude would make tonight fun. He didn’t mind being told no when he gave orders - not typically. So long as the dragon wasn’t required to give up all of his control, he’d make sure they both had a night to remember. But he couldn’t deny he preferred utter control - the rush he got when orders were followed was almost as good as the orgasm itself. But he was a big boy. He could handle a bit of denial now and then.

Ty gave Cam a chance to look him over, golden wings flexing behind him in somewhat of a preening fashion. “I’m ready to do so much more than dance,” he confirmed, letting his forked tongue dart past his lips, tasting the air… tasting Cam’s want for him. “My car’s outside. You following behind or coming along for the ride?” As he spoke, he edged them gracefully off the dance floor and towards the exit. The sooner they got back to his place, the better! Ty had enjoyable plans for the green-haired man and that pretty, sassy mouth of his. Plans that he hoped would keep them occupied for at least the rest of the night… if not longer.

#changingthelights #Metallagí #nsfw #ish

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leatherandsoil:

Stelios shivered under that heated gaze. He’d been admired before, but there was something…different about this man. He looked at him like he wanted to eat him alive. Oh yes…this was going to be good .

At Ty’s order, he spread his legs wide, baring himself. He was no gymnast, so he wasn’t about to try for a split or anything, but there was plenty of space for the redhead to work. “Beg…” he mused, “I take it I’m allowed to speak then?”

“Mmm… if I didn’t want to hear you, I’d use a gag.” The tone was playful, but Ty wasn’t really joking. “Make all the noise you’d like… as loud as you’d like. There’s no one to hear.” He titled his head a little, smirking. “Although if you’re into that, I’m sure I could arrange it for next time.”

As he spoke, the dragon squeezed out a small amount of lube onto his fingers and crept forward on the bed. Situating himself, he allowed the tiniest bit of extra heat to warm his hand before slowly dragging his fingers over Stelios’ hole. For a few moments Ty did nothing but circle the other’s entrance with slow, teasing strokes. His eyes drifted back and forth between his hand and the other man’s face, wanting to take in each and every reaction.

Then, with no words of warning - he pushed his first finger in as close to the third knuckle as he could manage. Giving Stelios only a moment to adjust, Ty began to crook the finger, exploring and stroking… and searching for the thing that would have his new lover writhing.

#leatherandsoil #Chryso Agori #nsfw

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“Mmm…. they might,” Cam hummed, finding a strange twinge of satisfaction in the nickname he had no translation for. His hips ground back playfully against Ty’s as his grip tightened on Cam’s hips.

“Cameron,” Cam replied as he leaned back towards Ty’s voice in his ear, “or Cam, if you prefer.” He flashed Ty a cheeky grin before he suddenly stepped away from the dragon and spun and face him. With a dramatic flourish of glowing fingers, trailing the lines of his body, the ground undulated and rippled out from Cam’s feet, like a drop would as it hit a smooth plane of water. A second later and Cam was against Ty once more, this time facing the other with a smirk. His fingers teased up Ty’s chest to drape around Ty’s shoulders and draw him close. The thought of his name on Ty’s lips sent a shiver up his spine.

“I decided. I think you should take me home tonight, Typhon,” he breathed into Ty’s ear. His thigh teased between Ty’s as their bodies found the rhythm again, “if we’re on the same page, of course.”

Ty was going to have fun with this one. He knew that without any doubt as the younger man teased him. Cameron. Cam. The dragon smirked as his own words were repeated to him. The guy was a smartass… and he loved it! Ty almost didn’t want to let go when Cam spun around… but was rewarded with a remarkable display of… what? Magic? It didn’t feel like any magic he’d ever encountered before.

Something in the very back of his mind warned him to be wary… but Ty pushed it away. He wasn’t going to let paranoia ruin what promised to be a good night. Then arms draped over his shoulders and he felt Cam shiver against him. Mmm…. a VERY good night.

Listening to the other’s words and enjoying the feel of hot breath on his skin, the dragon pressed back against Cam’s welcome thigh. “Decided, huh?” He let a low chuckle leave his lips, marveling at the way Cam’s green reflected off of his own gold. “Mmm… I think I’ve decided, too… Can I take you to MY home tonight?”

Normally Ty went home with someone else… or found them a nice hotel, but when he was thinking about ‘keeping’ someone, he usually took them to his place. The skyscraper rarely failed to impress, and it wasn’t difficult to encourage lovers for return visits after they’d seen (and experienced) the condo situated at the very top.

Metallagí ~ Cam and Ty

#changingthelights #Metallagi #Metallagí

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“Well, that many rooms sounds like you could be better than a tacky themed hotel I could keep coming back to because I have a feeling your rooms are all that minus the tacky.” He chuckled into the golden dragon’s fleshy skin. The scent of scale so close, just under the surface.

For the longest of shortest moments Bandit was lost in the warmth of that paradise, eyes closed, all senses ensnared when everything he hated about reality confronted him.

It straddled him and had him pinned. The temptation of pleasure just behind the one wall he was tired of climbing, one topped with barbed wire, and pain, so far: insurmountable. He let out a sigh of resignation.

“Fine. Let it be known.”

He looked up at the beast before him with the knowledge of exactly what golden beauty lied beneath and knew he could never compare.

Let it be known indeed. Let him find Typhon’s interest greatly disappointed.

Bandit’s expression grew haunted as his voice, “I’m cursed.”

He stared through Ty as he told a brief monotone tale with a hint of slight disgust. He’d seem worlds away. “I lied. I did not survive the draconian genocide. I was the last to fall yes, but I did not stay fallen. I was never like you. No human avatar to shift and hide in. I was all dragon like my clan. After I had crossed to the other side, there was a joy in my heart I might find my path of light to the others in my after life. Then the breath of life was breathed into my decaying bones. Literally. I saw nothing but a skeletal reflection in the river as I tried to quench an unending thirst to find I had no hide to swallow with. The phantom feelings would never leave me, hunger, thirst, the need for touch that I could not feel, the longing of loneliness, no tongue to taste, no wings to feel the air soar under in flight. Just bones. There were no tears to cry for no eyes were there to shed them. I didn’t even understand how I could see. When my trapped reality finally crushed my spirit I was shown the way to this body, the body of those I hated and hunted. Human. A mockery of all I loved. This… body… is a curse. Young is this body, old is this soul, and I can not find it in me to break this curse, and I never will.”

Bandit’s eyes shot back to reality and looked Ty directly in his own. “These blue eyes, a dragon’s blue eyes, should not be in the skull of a human. I see them and the shade is mine, but the shape is foreign, a mask I can not take off because when I do I can’t feel enough to feel alive. You aren’t interested in this dragon. I’m just the fossil of the past that won’t let go.”

Instinctively, Typhon knew the second Bandit’s attitude shifted. Maybe it was a shift in his scent or in the fine lines of his face or the way the other dragon’s muscles shifted slightly beneath his skin… whatever the reason, Ty immediately went still, watching his new lover closely - taking in every angle… and every word. They were difficult to believe at first, but Bandit’s shift in attitude was enough to convince the older dragon this wasn’t some elaborate hoax or lie.

For a long moment he stared into those vibrant blue eyes with his own, considering how this information made him feel. He didn’t regret fucking Bandit… and would gladly do it again. What surprised him was the edge of protectiveness he felt as he witnessed the dragon’s unhappiness. Ty didn’t like seeing the other upset… It was an odd reaction, and one he didn’t fully understand. Yes - Bandit was a dragon, and yes, the sex had been fantastic, but emotional responses? To a problem that wasn’t his? Ty tried to ignore it, but instead of changing the subject, he found himself saying, “If I wasn’t interested, I wouldn’t have fucked you. I wouldn’t still want to fuck you.” Not eloquent, but more than Ty usually gave his lovers. Support wasn’t in his nature. But Bandit was different… he was a dragon who’d been through hell. Maybe not the same kind of hell Typhon himself had been through… but similar enough for him to connect the two.

Wanting to drive his point home, the older dragon leaned in and kissed Bandit, his motions slow and sensual. Finally he pulled back to look into Bandit’s eyes again. “Tell me you don’t want this… don’t want me.” He pressed a kiss to the other’s jawline. “I can show you all the ways to love your human form… Maybe it’s not the same… but it can still be good. So very good. I’ve already shown you that much, haven’t I?” He hoped he had. Either that or Bandit was an incredible actor.

Briefly his mind entertained what it might take to get the dragon’s true form back. Was that even possible? Typhon didn’t have enough magical knowledge to know... and surely Bandit had already tried that...? Hadn’t he?

Diseased Marrow / Bandit & Ty

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faceofamonster · 4 years

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leatherandsoil‌:

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Ty watched with approval as Stelios' hands tightened and his arms tensed. "Mmm... Just like that," he replied, his voice holding obvious praise. And why shouldn't he offer it? When commands were obeyed, approval was deserved. Although Stelios still had to prove he could go the whole time like that. The dragon was actually tempted to draw things out a little more than normal... to see how long the other man was capable of following those orders.

For a moment he just knelt there on the bed, and stared down at the beautiful man before him. "A lot of stretching? In that case, you'd better spread those legs for me nice and wide." He'd always been a bad judge when it came to this part. How much was enough or not enough? Ty didn't really know. So he turned it into a game. "I'm going to open you up until you’re squirming on my fingers... begging for more," he rasped, his voice taking on a confident growl. "When you want more, you're going to have to make sure I know you mean it. Understood?" Which was also part of the game - getting to tease and hear Stelios beg.

Chryso Agori

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faceofamonster · 4 years

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ANIMAL : Dragon (It feels like cheating to put that... maybe also a phoenix?)

COLOR : Gold

MONTH : August

SONG : Closer / Nine Inch Nails

NUMBER : 2

DAY OR NIGHT : Night

PLANT : Yellow crocus

SMELL : Cinnamon

SEASON : Summer

FOOD : Wagyu Beef, blue

DRINK : Wine, preferably red (and the more expensive, the better)

ELEMENT : Fire/Air

tagged by : @changingthelights

tagging: Anyone who’d like to. :)

#Muse meme #memes #(( Very late - but thank you for the tag! ^_^ ))

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Although Gelert was far too used to these parties, he wasn’t at all used to being left behind. Not that he really minded the time to himself, but not knowing what Ty was up to always set him on edge. The dragon, while not as fickle as Gwyn had been, still managed to keep him on his toes, and being left behind in one of the mansion’s many rooms was unusual enough that he feared whatever his Master had in store. But all he could do was wait. The blond kept himself busy by exploring the room. It never hurt to have ways to use the ‘terrain’ to his advantage.

He was in the process of examining the fireplace when the door slammed open, making him flinch. As Ty stalked into the room, growling, Gelert’s eyes went wide. A new Master?! And Ty obviously wasn’t happy about it. What had happened? Behind the dragon, another man appeared in the doorway. Gelert didn’t look long - he knew better - but the glimpse he got had his insides clenching. Gods! The guy was BIG! Older and bearded, and easily over seven feet tall. His shoulders and chest were broad… and even in the classy-casual get-up, Gelert could see the power of his build. It was impossible to tell by just looks alone what kind of Master someone would be, but the blond didn’t have high hopes.

Eyes dropping to the ground, he moved closer to them, nodding. “O-of course.” Gods… this was happening! With a deep breath and hands that visibly shook, he removed his blue silk shirt and set it aside. “Typhon Ilios,” Gelert murmured softly. As soon as the name fell from his lips, words in a language long dead glowed green across almost every visible inch of the blond’s skin. Only one spot remained bare - a place on Gelert’s back, right between his shoulder blades.

Stepping forward, the dragon placed his hand there and Gelert visibly winced. His touch was scalding! Ty wasn’t just angry, he was furious! The blond was actually surprised his Master was managing so much control. “D-do you relinquish your Mastery over me freely and without any source of duress?”

@changingthelights and @faithfulhound

Typhon hesitated. Technically, this was under duress, but he’d made the bet. Going back on it would give him the wrong kind of reputation among his peers. It was far better to concede defeat now and then come up with some way to get the blond back later. Still - that didn’t mean he had to make what was happening easy. His hand heated up further, and he watched with satisfaction as Gelert’s shoulder and back muscles bunched in response. But the blond was well-trained and made no sound. Skin began to crackle under his touch and Ty leaned in to whisper in the blond’s ear. “Something to remember me by.” Then, louder, he said, “I relinquish my Mastery.”

As his hand dropped, Typhon admired the handprint he’d left seared into Gelert’s skin. While his Master, he could’ve ordered the blond to keep the mark for as long as he wished. He wondered what the immortal would do this time? After all, his new Master would know nothing of his abilities. Would Gelert risk telling him? Or keep his skills a secret and let the burn heal naturally. The dragon hoped he’d get the chance to find out. A smirk tugged at his lips, but he said nothing more.

Stepping back, he looked over at the man who’d won their game. “He’s all yours. Enjoy.” Then, without another word, Typhon strode out of the room, leaving the acrid scent of sulfur (and burned flesh) in his wake.

Winner Takes All - Adrik/Gelert/Ty

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