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tiredassmage · 10 months

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@jupitcrising | staring back at me

It laces like ice through his chest: this isn’t right. Something’s wrong. Very, very wrong.

The hall’s as familiar as it can be, wreathed in something that rolls like smoke, panels low to the floor and set into the harsh, stone-toned tiles snaking flashes of red and stark white up polished black boots and fitted uniforms. A little slice of Dromund Kaas, wherever you go.

Tyr shifts uneasily in sleep, brow twisting.

Something’s… not right. It’s familiar… It’s not. Uniforms. A glint of sickly green-tinted light off a metal inlay. That’s…

Sparks at the back of his neck - lightning, but physical this time, and racing down his spine, splitting his lips in a silent, but roaring hiss, teeth flashing white in the slim lighting, stark against the looming black halls, sweeping black robes, the dull gray of a uniform jacket.

Wait. The grip around his arms settles in heavy. Two bodies on each side. At least two more - at least one in front, at least two or three behind. His eyes widen. His heels can’t dig against the pristine floors. The resistance is stronger in the durasteel grip tightening around his arms. His grimace turns into a snarl, draws his lips back farther over his teeth, masks for a moment the fear in a bloody kind of defiance.

“Keep him still.” He twists, writhes, tries to throw a shoulder to throw off the way he’s being all but herded, dragged along.

Restless eyes underneath closed lids. Uneasy grip adjusting around the pillows. A sharp jerk of an arm. Twist. Turn. Try to wrench away from the pain.

“Get off,” he finds his voice. A sharp stop, a gloved hand thrown squarely back at him. Heat, a sharp pain, a metallic tang floods his mouth. The restraining hands steady his shoulders from the way his head snaps with the blow and then fingers twist into his hair. The pull’s not gentle. Instinctively, he throws that snarl back across his split lips.

“Spirited this time, are you?” A faceless mask, but he can hear the threat of a smile prowling over the words like a vine cat in the jungle. Robes on this one. Black, red lacing through, long fabric sweeping down shoulders and adding to a solid silhouette still half-shadowed by the lights.

Not for much longer. From smoke and shadow to almost blinding, sterile light.

Three days. Approved for limited use.

“I said, let go of me!” His feet feel solid against the floor this time when he throws his weight back against the push of his would-be captors.

“You were busier than expected, agent. You’ve become quite the liability. Did you think we wouldn't notice your new... alliances?” It doesn’t stop them. There’s too many of them. Resistance hurts, sends fire down his spine, metal biting at the back of his neck until he nearly falters in their hold.

And once he’s down, there’s nowhere else to go.

“Stay the fuck away from me! What are you doing?!” He hates it - the desperation that starts to leak into the words. The restraints bite back at his arms when he pulls. Flared nostrils. Wide eyes. They fix on the threat of a needle glinting in the lab light.

“Settle down. It’s faster if you don’t fight it.”

“Back off! You can’t-!”

“Welcome home, Cipher Nine. Codeword-”

The mere threat is enough to lock up his muscles, the next breath stuttering in his lungs. “Don’t you-! You can't- Not again! Not again!”

It’ll light up like fire in his veins, if they-

Where is he? Where are they? Where is he? If he wasn’t alone. If he wasn’t-

“STAY AWAY-!”

Pressure. Something - another hand? - trying to hold him down. Again. Again?!

Tyr’s eyes fly open, throat aching around the incoherent rage. Void-shrouded faces and blinding lab lights block out his vision. He claws at the first shape he can settle on - technician? Overseer? Inquisitor? Merely the restraints? “I’m not going back! I’m not-!”

They can't take him. He can't take it. Not again.

#( hyroh i loveee youuu i'm sorry i'll. spare you some of the details. maybe )#notecards [rp]#[ic] tyr #implied torture #implied mind control #cw mind control #( sparing us all some of the details bc my heart couldn't take it klandflnsdlf )#cw needles #( and to all of this tyr says: we do NOT want to unpack that )#long post #ish. i am. i'd rather overtag this ksnskfnlsdf

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looking-for-lost-stars · 2 years

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Tyr wasn’t really injured enough that Ferox had to carry him, or even support him much, but he was certainly doing most of the directing with an arm round his waist as he pushed him through the door. He stumbled a little, pauldron banging into the frame, and Ferox pulled him up, guiding him towards the servitor arms across the room to get his armor off.

“Oh Ash, how’ve you been without us?” Tyr called out sharply over his shoulder, Ferox snarling in surprise, nearly dropping him. He’d almost forgotten about the little human between the raid and Tyr getting himself gutted.

(@kakophoni-tyr)

@kakophoni-tyr

Ash's eyes went wide as he registered the state Tyr was in. They sight of gore was not typically one that bothered him anymore, but seeing Tyr like these made his stomach drop.

He stood up as if to help, but he was less then useless in this situation. So he just stood there looking confused, and worried. "Are..." He was going to ask if Tyr was okay, but he obviously wasn't. He gave Ferox a paniced look, unsure what to do with himself.

#//ic #//ash #ferox #tyr #kakophoni tyr #answer tag

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genderdryad · 1 year

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yuelaos-codex · 1 year

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what did the aesir gods play for sport??? i know they did bow hunting and skiing, but anything else? I GOTTA KNOW

#i just want to imagine them playing like that twilight baseball scene KEK #heimdall and baldur playing ice hockey but they end up trying to beat each other with the sticks. if you're a lowly mortal you wouldn't #even enjoy watching them bc they're too fast. just zooming all over the ice #odin leisurely playing golf pls #tyr playing volleyball but the net only reaches half of his body 💀💀💀💀#gow #yuelao.txt

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bladewarde · 8 months

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scares her just by being nice to her.

❝ I'm not afraid of your niceties, ❞ Laera retorts, her response breaking from her mouth in a low growl. Whenever he's around, whenever he speaks to her, her instincts rage against being civil... peaceful. ❝ You are a threat to me, and if not for our shared circumstances, I wouldn't waste another second standing in your company. ❞

#vannaspar #❛ 𝒊𝒄. / ic answers.#❛ 𝒗. / dnd ― baldur’s gate.#garrett i WILL apologise every time they interact bc she is so hostile #so!! IM SORRY FKS;#laera is really thinking tyr might smite her at any second kdsjf

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themodernwitchsguide · 8 months

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the norse gods

WYRD: destiny, the past that led up to the present

ORLOG: the relationship between actions and outcomes, the things in the present that affect the future

our primeval chaos this round,

GINNUNGAP: an area of abyss in between Niflheim (ice) and Muspelheim (fire). when these two regions grew in power and clashed, water was created

for once we only have one creation myth,

YMIR/AURGELMIR/BRIMIR/BLAINN: ancestor of the jotnar, he was born from venom that dripped from the rivers in Ginnungagap. fed on the milk of Auðumbla, Ymir bore a male and female out of his armpits and a six-headed being from between his legs. Odin, Vili, and Ve created earth from his flesh, oceans/rivers/lakes from his blood, mountains from his bones and teeth, trees from his hair, clouds from his brain, heavens from his skull, and Midgard from his eyebrow

AUÐUMBLA: primordial cow that was created from the fluid of melting ice in Ginnungap, she fed Ymir and licked the god Buri out of a salt rock over the course of three days

BURI: ancestor of the Aesir gods, fathered Bor

BOR: married the daughter of a frost giant, Bestla, and bore three sons, Odin, Vili, and Ve. these three grew tired with the unruly jotnar and killed Ymir, causing an avalanche of blood that killed all the giants except for Bergelmir and his wife

BERGELMIR: the ancestor of all "new" giants, resettled his race in Jotunheim

clan Aesir

ODIN: god of poetry, wisdom, war, and magic. Odin crowned himself king of the gods as he was the first one to decide to kill Ymir. he allowed himself to be hung from Yggdrasil for nine days and nine nights in order to understand the secrets of the runes and sacrificed one of his eyes in order to see the cosmos more clearly. some stories claim he could shape and understand Wyrd and Orlog. he had wolves named Gerki and Freki, ravens named Huminn and Muninn, and an eight legged horse named Sleipnir

FRIGG: once may have been the same goddess as Freyja, she is queen of the Aesir and goddess of beauty, love, and fertility, she was gifted with the power of foresight

BALDUR: son of Odin and Frigg, he was the pinnacle of beauty and likeability. his only weakness was mistletoe

HODR: son of Odin and Frigg, the blind god, he is tricked by Loki into shooting a mistletoe arrow, which kills Baldur

VALI: in some stories he's the son of Odin and the jotun Rindr, in others he's the son of Loki, but it makes more sense for him to be a son of Loki so let's just go with this. conceived to avenge his brother Baldur, which he did by killing Hodr and binding Loki with the entrails of Narfi

VIDAR: son of Odin and the jotun Gríðr, he is the god of vengeance, and is fortold to avenge his father by killing the wolf Fenrir at Ragnarok

HEIMDALL: son of Odin and "The Nine Mothers" (nine sea giants), god of keen eyesight and hearing, sometimes foresight. guardian of the Bifrost

TYR: son of Odin, god of war, justice, and order, he lost one of his arms to the wolf Fenrir

BRAGI: son of Odin, god of poetry

IDUNN: wife of Bragi, goddess of youth and fertility, her apples rejuvenated the Aesir gods and reversed the effects of aging

JORÐ: personification of the earth, consort of Odin, sometimes considered to be a jotun

THOR: son of Odin and the goddess Jörð, he is the god of lightning, storms, strength, fertility, and the protector of humankind. he wields the hammer Mjolnir

SIF: Thor's wife, goddess of faith, family and fertility

THRUD: daughter of Thor and Sif, goddess of strength

MAGNI: son of Thor and the jotun Járnsaxa, god of wrath

MODI: son of Thor, god of might

MIMIR: god of knowledge and wisdom, in some stories he is the advisor of Odin. he is sent either as a peace maker or hostage to the Vanir, where he is decapitated. Odin preserved his head and keeps it to guard a well on one of the roots of Yggdrasil

LOKI: god of mischief, wealth, and chaos. his children often caused trouble for other gods, Fenrir being the great wolf of Ragnarok, Jormungandr being the arch enemy of Thor, and Hel, who ruled Helheim

HEL: daughter of Loki and the jotun Angrboda, goddess of the underworld, she was tasked with taking care of the souls that ended up in her realm (since some ended up in Odin's Valhalla and some ended up in Freyja's Folkvangr)

NARFI: son of Loki and the goddess Sigyn, killed by Vali

clan Vanir

NJORD: patriarch of clan Vanir, god of wind, water, and fortune, he was the patron of fishermen and sailors

NERTHUS/NJORUN: although possibly just a female aspect of Njord, some theorize this is actually the sister-wife of Njord, mother of Freyja and Freyr. goddess of peace and prosperity

FREYR: son of Njord, god of peace, prosperity, male virility, and fair weather, ruler of Alfheim. after the conclusion of the Aesir-Vanir war, he was brought to Asgard as a hostage where he climbed his way up the ranks with charm and a good personality

FREYJA: daughter of Njord, goddess of love, beauty, fertility, and blessings. she is said to have introduced the gods to a form of magic called seidr, which was a form of seeing or changing the future

ODR: husband of Freyja, god of madness, wit and poetry. could also be an aspect of Odin, as they bear good similarities

HNOSS: daughter of Freyja and her husband Odr, her name means "gem"

GERSEMI: daughter of Freyja and Odr, her name means "treasure"

the goddesses of destiny, the Norns,

URD: "fate"

SKULD: "being"

VERANDI: "necessity"

#pagan #paganism #witchblr #witch #witchcraft #norse mythology #norse paganism #norse gods #norse pantheon #nordic #polytheist #polytheism #norse polytheism

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thefoolishone666 · 26 days

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Personas of The Smiling Critters

Please note, this is based off of legends and myths from stuff I understand from it, so if I get anything wrong...I am just misinformed about it and really apologize for it.

Dogday - He is, of course is the wild card, but his first persona is Prometheus, the god that stole fire for us mortals, only to be punished by being chained to a rock and getting his liver ate everyday.

Primary Element: Fire

Expertise: All-Around

Resistance to Fire, but weak to Lightening

Weapon of choice: Chakram

Kickin - At one point, Kickin went through great lengths of punishment and grief when a loved one got hurt, much like Orpheus. Orpheus braved the depths of the underworld for his partner, only for the underworld to snatch hope away from him as a result of the deal Hades made with him

Primary Element: Thunder

Expertise: Physical attacks (High physical, low magic stats)

Resistance to Thunder, weak to Ice

Weapon of choice: Clubs

Hoppy - When one wishes to jump to the moon, you must be careful not to go too far, as Daedalus knows. Daedalus crafted wax wings for him and his son to escape from captivity, but when Icarus flew too close to the sun, and fell to his death, out of grief, he sacrificed his wax wings and ability to fly to Apollo.

Primary Element: Wind

Expertise: Debuffs and Physical attack

Resistance to wind, but weak to fire

Weapon of choice: Nunchucks

Bubba - Bubba's desire for knowledge has called Odin to him. Odin seemed wisdom, and on his quest, was given the chance by Mimir for divine wisdom, but at a cost. Odin preceded to gouged his eye out, dropped into the well, and drink from it to gain wisdom.

Primary Element: N/A

Expertise: Navigation

No weaknesses or resistances

Weapon of choice: N/A

Catnap - Sleep will always come to an end when the sun arises, something Tyr knows well. When Fenrir, the wolf that would someday swallow the sun, was bound by the gods, he bites down on Tyr's hand upon realizing this fate.

Primary Element: Ice

Expertise: Status effects

Resistance to Ice, weak to Thunder

Weapon of choice: Sickle

Picky - How much would you give to help someone you love? In Sim Cheong's case, in order to help her father and restore his sight, she threw herself into the sea. However, the Filial Piety touched the dragon king and allowed her to come back within a lotus flower.

Primary Element: Fire

Expertise: Buffs and Magic

Resistance to Fire, weak to Wind

Weapon of choice: Shovel

Bobby - How much punishment would you take for something? Marina knows that they would take lots of punishment for it. Marina, masquerading as a man, was accused of seducing an Inn Keeper's daughter and giving her a kid. Instead of telling the truth, she allowed herself to be banished instead and took care of the kid as her own, the truth only becoming clear upon her passing.

Primary Element: Light

Expertise: Healing

Resistance to Light, Weak to Dark

Weapon of choice: Gauntlets

Crafty - The lovely art maker's persona would be the Egyptian Queen Berenice. She prayed to Aphrodite that she would cut her beautiful hair if her husband returned safely from war. She up kept her end of the bargain, and the gods honored it by putting it in the sky as a homage.

Primary Element: Darkness

Expertise: Magic nuke (High magic stats, but low physical stats)

Resistance to Dark, Weak to Light

Weupon of choice: Staff (Starter would be a Paint Roller)

And there they all are! Is it the best?...most likely not, but I am proud I managed to do it at least.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #au #persona #smiling critters arg #crossover #smiling critters poppy playtime #smiling critters au #dogday #kickinchicken #catnap #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #picky piggy #smiling sona

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konansock · 4 months

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Custom Club Activities (Sixth Release/ For Rent Release)

OK, so this mod is finally updated with several new activities in latest packs, as weel as some requests.

New Activities

Base Game

Care for Infants

Window Shopping (Supports Thrift Store, Tyr on outfits on Mannequin and Cottage Living Shells! As well as multiple browse interaction on food stalls and sales table. Time for those non-buyers to shine!)

Cool Kitchen

Make and Eat Ice Cream (Supports Cool Kitchen and High School Years Stalls so you can create a pier hangout club)

Spa Day

Relax on Massage Chairs

Offer Massages

Get Foot Massage

Get Body Massage

Take Soak Baths

Polish Nails

Snowy Escape

Attend Light Festival

Attend Youth Festival

Buy Simmi Capsules

Cottage Living

Harvest Farm Products

High School Years

Ride Pier Attractions

Drink Bubble Tea

Use Photo Booth

Growing Together

Play In Treehouse

Play On Splash Pad

Pillow Fight (Had to put it here instead of HSY, since the icon is here)

Horse Ranch

Ride Horses

Use Horse Obstacles

Be Friendly to Horses

Be Mean to Horses

Craft Ranch Nectar

Drink Ranch Nectar

Harvest Prairie Grass

Home Chef Hustle

Bake Pizza

Make Waffles

Make Prepped Ingredients

For Rent

Snoop On Others

Spread Mold

Spread Spores

Clean Mold (This is surprisingly not included in Clean, so may as well. Also works if you want to make your Sims NOT clean mold...)

Updated Activities

Base Game

Attend to Babies and Care for Toddlers include interactions from Growing Together

Gossip, Listen to Stories, Tell Stories and Complain include new interactions in High School Years and Growing Together

Charity, Game Livestream and Use Social Media included new interactions.

Critic and Food Stalls include new Food Stalls, as well as Home Chef Hustle Food Table. (Yes if you invite a Foodie Club over your food sale, they'll buy your food! Quick money!)

Go Shopping include purchase interactions in newer packs

Friendly Ghost includes the fertilize interaction in For Rent Mold Ghosts!

Haunt includes Spreading Mold by Mold Ghosts!

Parent Kid Activities include Infant activities.

Photography includes Photo Booth and Photo Background in High School Years

Use Toilet included squatting toilet in For Rent

Cats and Dogs

Be Friendly/Mean to Animals includes Horses, goats and sheep

Critic Food include new Food Stalls

Attend Festivals include Light Festival and Youth Festival in Snowy Escape now

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atsadi-shenanigans · 2 months

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Feeding Alligators 38 - Gatekeep

Bite Night 2: Astarion is trying his best but you have the romantic awareness of a potato.

On AO3.

Y’all do not find the demon woman by the time evening rolls around. Wyll curses as the crickets chirp into twilight; stares out at the forest as y’all set up camp. You leave him be—comforting others ain’t your strong suite (you mostly just stand there all awkward because shows are liars and actually saying “there there” pisses people off more than it helps).

Shadowheart swings by to run her jesus hands over you again.

“You still feel stable,” she says.

You nod. Pause a moment, considering. Then, “You’re a cleric, yeah? Like, tied to a god or something?”

Her expression doesn’t budge from the cool neutrality she usually wears. “That’s what clerics are, yes. Why?”

You don’t know what you’re talking about. This world and its customs are fucking foreign as hell. Still. Something shivers in the back of your brain (not the worm this time, which seems to be dozing).

“Paladins are kinda the same? That one back there mentioned Tyr.”

She almost rolls her eyes. “The Lord of Justice. Paladins are sworn to their gods or goddesses. But they’re strictly fighters.”

Shadowheart carries a mace and seems real cozy bashing in skulls with it. You got an idea what that makes a cleric, but you also realize you don’t know which god she’s all cozy with (the concept makes your skin crawl).

“Who do you, uh, serve?” you say, totally suppressing the helpful urge to sneer.

That coolness freezes solid. “We’re all stuck together for the benefit of working as a group. But we barely know each other, and we’re all entitled to our own business.”

Oof. Some kinda sore spot.

You back down. “Sorry, didn’t mean to pry. I just…would you be able to tell? If those guys was, if there was something weird?”

Now she frowns. “Weird?”

Actual gods with real people as their servants (again, you smother your grimace). You don’t know shit, do you?

“Nevermind,” you say. “I just…this is all real new. Sorry to bother you and for, y’know, getting too personal. Won’t happen again.”

The ice around her seems to thaw just a touch. She gives a sharp nod. “Alright. And…thank you. For respecting my privacy.”

Which leaves you at Lae’zel’s tender mercies before bed.

You manage an actual push up.

***

So you’re flying pretty high as you drag your ass to your tent. Half the camp is bedded down for the night. Lae’zel—completely unfazed by running your ass into the dirt without so much as a hair out of place or a bead of sweat on her skin—takes first watch.

The spacing arrangement has definitely gelled; seems you’re assigned to the desk next to Astarion for this quarter. He lounges on his back amidst a pile of pillows—where in the hell did he pick up more of them? As you draw near, he sits up and spins around to face you.

“Hello, darling,” he says. “Always a pleasure to see you sauntering over.”

“Tripping, actually,” you say. You reach for your tent flap. The white of his hair and his shirt glow in your peripheral, and you stop. He stares at you. Expectantly.

…right. Blood.

“Oh, um,” you say. Pause.

“You don’t have to, of course,” he says. “I’ve gone much longer in between meals.”

You fucking forgot. There’s no solid reason for your hesitation, except that this is a change in plans (your fault) and that always wigs you out and having time to mentally prepare (lips, lips) would have been nice.

But you did offer. And he’s waited for you. It’d be bad manners to leave him hanging.

“It’s fine,” you say. Look around. Gale and Wyll are in their tents. Lae’zel stalks the perimeter, and Shadowheart kneels outside her own tent. She looks at you. Her judgment is just as potent at sixty yards. “You wanna take this inside?”

His grin spreads slow and syrupy. “My dear, there’s nothing I’d like more.”

You don’t got much in the way of decoration. Just your bedroll and your pack. You pause a second inside; there ain’t enough room to stand upright. This’d probably be a two-sleeper tent back home. But you got no seats or cushions. Hospitality dictates you let Astarion sit on your bedroll, as the guest.

He ducks in after you, and the tent seems a lot smaller. Y’all are gonna have to sit criss-cross applesauce. Knees touching.

Oh jesus.

“Um.” You clear your throat. “Go ahead and take a seat.”

You busy yourself lighting the small lantern you scrounged up using the (thank FUCK) matches y’all also found. It’s enough light to see his features clear when you turn and find him stooped there, watching you.

“And where will you be, darling?” he says.

You will not clear your throat again. You will not act like some awkward twenty-year-old climbing into a boy’s car for the first time. You are a goddamn adult human and humans touch each other all the time. He’s (sucked) touched your neck before. What you have in mind is far less intimate than that. This whole thing is a casual act born of necessity.

Touching other people is fucking normal.

You just ain’t…used to it.

“I thought it might be easier to control the bleeding if you bit my wrist,” you say. It’s just practicality. Nothing else. Certainly not you being shy all the sudden. Has got nothing to do with the feel of his cool tongue on your fucking neck. Nothing at all.

“Ah,” he says. Gaze flicks down your arm. “If that’s how you’d prefer it. Though, as I’m sure you’re aware, I don’t have, ahem, as much experience with that.”

The blind leading the blind. It’d be funny if you weren’t so full of the heeby-jeebies.

“You wanna try?” you say.

He looks at you. Goddamn, he’s hard to read when he wants to be. Then his usual smile slots into place and his eyelids drop and you struggle not to roll your eyes as he says, “I’m willing to try a lot of things with you.”

Jesus lord on a pogo stick. You turn away to let the eyes roll freely; disguise it as lowering yourself to sit on the grass beneath you. Your bad knee has been acting up worse than usual. It pops as you settle, which makes Astarion pause.

“’M fine,” you say and start to roll up your left sleeve. You wore your worst-off shirt for Lae’zel’s nightly beat down. Won’t hurt if you get more blood on it.

Astarion settles in next to you. Facing you, rather. But that angle won’t work very well, so you turn and shuffle a bit until you’re side-to-side, sort of staring past the other.

You got all the gear this time, too. A shirt you tore apart and washed (in boiling water) for bandages, water, apples, and a goddamn healing potion.

“I won’t take as much this time,” Astarion says.

You nod. There’s no protocol for this, so you lift up your arm and hold it straight out.

He takes it. You expect that. It has to happen; how else is he gonna bite you? Lunge teeth-first, like a dog?

Still.

Cool fingers glide over your forearm, across your palm. You blink fast, but refuse to let your face so much as twitch. Keep your hand and arm steady but pliable, just like you do when a doctor is taking your pulse and blood pressure.

He brings your arm up as his head ducks down. Hovers over your wrist a moment; cool air brushes you as he exhales through his nose and your rebellious skin erupts into goosebumps.

“Sorry,” you say before he can pull some shit. “Tickles.”

He gives you a sly glance out of the corner of his eye. Shithead. Then he presses his lips to your inner wrist.

He holds you like that a moment. His lips certainly are soft and cool. You’re pretty sure every muscle on your frame pulls tight. Then he moves. And it ain’t to bite. He brushes those lips over you, slightly parted, up and down. You’re about to ask what in the hell he’s doing, when he twists your arm to change the position and, apparently, finds (through scent? Touch? Vampire bullshit?) the right spot.

His lips pull back. His brow wrinkles. His pupils are huge and dilated, even for the low light.

His teeth sink in. The pain is sharper, this time. Probably because you see it coming. Twin fangs pierce your skin, sink into muscles. Your arm tries to jerk back, but his grip tightens to bruising.

You gasp. Jerk. Will yourself not to fucking move, because his teeth are buried in your wrist and there’s tendons and ligaments in there.

Then his fangs are out, and his lips come down and seal around the wound.

This time, you can see his face. See the way his eyes roll back. His lids flutter shut. He makes a soft sound against you, low and guttural and for some reason, your face starts to burn.

You tear your gaze away. Do your best to stare at the blue canvas of your tent.

The pain throbs into that pleasant numbness as before. The rest of you relaxes as nerves stop shrieking in alarm. He’s not pulling this time—thank god. Seems content to hold you, grip eased, and lap at it.

Which means that sure is his tongue against you. Again.

You wonder what the thread count is on canvas here in Faerun. Light shines through it, but you ain’t sure about water. Might have to find a magical tarp the next time it storms—

He’s still making sounds. They’re soft. You don’t hear them, not really. But the vibration thrums against your wrist. Short, tiny things. Moans. It don’t seem voluntary. His eyelids still flutter like he’s trying to open them and can’t. He takes a particularly wet suckle, and that pops him free.

He lifts up a second to pant. His lips and teeth are coated in red. A dribble runs down his chin and his nostrils flare.

Your wounds immediately stream. You manage a single “um” before he pulls your arm up so he can lick a strip back up with a groan, and seals his mouth over it again and suck in a gasp through his nose.

And that’s when the numbness…twists, somehow. Morphs a bit. Instead of throbbing nothing, there’s a feel of…heat? A kind of euphoria. Gentle, right now—you really want to sigh and fall backwards—but it seems to be building where his lips touch you. On the prodding of his tongue between the punctures, encouraging more blood to flow. You can almost feel your blood in him. The throb melding with your heartbeat filling his mouth, filling him. The two of you connected in a way you can barely comprehend, and heat blooms between your legs—

Oh motherfucker, he’s got aphrodisiac spit??!

“Astarion,” you say.

He’s not as lost in the sauce this time. He hums. Takes a last slurp and then pulls away. Snatches up one of the rags you set aside for this and clamps it down hard over your wrist.

You hiss. He doesn’t let up. His hands have turned into a vice. Fucker’s gonna bruise tomorrow.

“Lift your arm a little, darling,” he says and you do.

“Didn’t know you knew wound care,” you say. You’re a touch lightheaded, but you ain’t dizzy. Tired and thirsty, mostly.

“In my line of work, you pick up a few things,” he says. And sucks his teeth. His tongue moves around in his mouth (it was just on your skin) as he laps up all traces of your blood.

“So you just didn’t the first time you bit me?”

He turns. Pupils still dilated and if that doesn’t send some kind of prey animal shudder down your spine.

“You told me you did this all the time, little donor.”

“Not through a bite on the neck. And with vampire spit to deal with.”

He shrugs. “As I said, I’ve never had to keep a snack alive.”

The pressure hasn’t wavered. You fully cannot feel your fingers anymore. “Well, thank you. For learning.”

He blinks. Has that weird look you can’t place. Then he, as usual, buries it with smarm. “It has been an absolute pleasure, darling.”

And then he’s leaning in, face all intent, gaze locked on you. A static charge seems to fill the air and your brain starts flipping levers to dump some kinda panic chemicals into your bloodstream. His face is so focused, even as his lids come down and he is entirely too close.

You panic. You ain’t even sure why. Lift your free hand and jab him in the nose and say, “honk” because your brain is a loser and you are a loser and what the fuck, why the fuck is that what you went with??!

Astarion jerks back like you slapped him, the very picture of a pissed off cat. “Excuse you?”

Which send you jerking back because you pushed it too far. Got too weird. Fucked this up and misread something and got too forward a-fucking-gain.

“Sorry!” you say. “I was just, I don’t know, um! I was joking and I’m sorry.”

The two of you sit there, hackles raised, and stare at each other for a long moment. Until he (mercifully) blinks first and smooths his ruffled feathers back down.

“I can’t saw I’ve ever garnered that reaction before,” he says. Studies you, and then looks away (you try hard not to cringe). Then he notices his hands are empty, because you both pulled away.

“Right,” you say and take over pressure duty—the rag has absorbed quite a bit of blood, but when you risk a peek underneath, the wounds only ooze sluggishly.

Awkward silence fills the tent. You can’t go anywhere (and it’s your tent), and he seems kind of stuck on what to do now (how bad did you just fuck this up).

So you reach for your favorite tool: changing the motherfucking subject. “Can I ask you something?”

He finally notices the smear of blood on his chin as is in the process of fastidiously wiping it clean with his fingers and sucking those into his mouth.

You want to ask him about the paladins, but another question comes barreling into your brain and it sounds like a much more bonding topic anyway.

“You remember how I asked what blood tasted like to you?” you say. When he looks over, “I want to experiment with that, if you’re okay with it. Now that I know I can do this kinda regular.”

He wears the most deadpan expression when he says, “Ah, the vampire fetish appears at last.”

“What? No. People do that? No, no, nothing weird. It’s just, you only eat blood and I can’t tell the difference, but you can. So what if we varied up the taste? If I even can? So you can have different things, sorta, too?”

His eyebrow arches at a pace you can only describe as glacial.

“Like, if the next time I donate, say I eat a bunch of fruit. Or apples, really, since that all we ever find. Get them sugars into my blood and see how that comes across to you?”

“And whyever would you do that?”

Well shit, he makes it sound so stupid. Maybe you ought to bury the idea outright. But you notice while the others tolerate him, they ain’t inviting him in for dinner, and you don’t like seeing people left out. And while he’s an asshole, there’s a level of charm to him. He kinda pings on your level, so to speak.

“We all get to eat lots of things,” you say, going with earnestness and hoping he don’t toss it back in your face. “Might as well see if you can benefit off that?”

He don’t say nothing for a while. A long while. It starts to turn uncomfortable, and you’re considering forfeiting your tent and ducking out into the night.

When he says, “”Well, it’s your blood, darling. If you want to tinker around like that, far be it from me to stop you.”

You start to relax. Peace and good feelings restored.

And then, because it’s Astarion and he’s a shithead, he leers in and says, “Though if you truly want to know what you taste like, I know of much better options.”

This fucking—

“I think it’s time for me to take that potion and get some shut eye,” you say. “Thank you for helping.”

His smile doesn’t even twitch. If anything, it gets worse.

“A cruel denial,” he says and presses a hand over his heart. “I shall have to skulk into the night alone and pine away, awaiting our next encounter. Try not to keep me waiting too long to sample your…experiments.”

“Goodnight, Astarion,” you say as dead-voiced as you can.

He rises and steps around you in one swift, fluid motion to duck through the flap behind your back. Before he goes, he gives you another silly bow.

You probably shouldn’t. That voice in the back of your brain (sin, sin, shame, sin) screams about it (talking to a man while you’re alone). But you do your best to bow back while seated. Because your life has got real, real weird, but beneath the bored, dull, and generally uninterested face you slip on everyday, you’re pretty weird yourself.

It’s that little connection. The tentative root unfurling and reaching for something it recognizes. The dare to grasp at something fun, just to spite the universe so intent on burying you.

He grins and lets the tent flap fall shut behind him.

Alone and unseen, you let yourself smile back.

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #bg3 fic #astarion fic #tavstarion #astarion x tav #slow burn #demisexual tav #plus size tav

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tiredassmage · 9 months

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5,10,17 for the interview asks

who am i but a vessel to torture tyr with honesty sknlsfsldf

[oc interview questions]

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

A light chuckle tumbles from him, only partially concealed by the way a hand masks the upward tilt of his lips. Just a few. And only if you promise not to tell. The hand scrubs contemplatively against the stubble along his jaw. I’d… never admitted quite so much to the old man’s face, but ah… the Minister, Keeper… He shakes his head slightly, eyes cast to a wall behind you both - or perhaps something you can’t see. I’d always thought he was looking out for me from the start. There’s that faint smile again - only at one corner of his lips, but present all the same. For all that he called me an idealist, I don’t… I don’t believe he ever gave up on them nearly as much as he said he did. Things… Well, this business is rarely ever… Your hands don’t stay clean in this work. Ever. Both hands drop back into his lap, one toying idly with a stylus, twisting it back and forth between and over his fingers in one hand. Fingers of the other tap a pattern against his thigh. He did what he could though. I’ll… I’ll always respect him for that. He was… A lot of the agent I was - am - is his influence. I’d… never wanted to let him down, for everything… Tyr nods, mostly to himself. I… suppose I wish I’d said as much more directly, last we spoke. He puffs a faint breath of an almost-chuckle. He was a good leader. We shouldn’t have lost Intelligence. They don’t know what they lost. But… perhaps, at least, the dejarik games were enough, in the end. At least one for one of us.

10. What’s your biggest goal? How do you hope to achieve this?

This makes him frown before he rolls his jaw. His hands still. Silence for several moments. I’d like to see an end to this war, I think. As bloody unlikely as it seems. He scoffs. Irritation flashes in his pale eyes. Something more fiery than the usual stoic facade. I think I’d burn it all to the ground if I could. Maybe. He blinks, inhales carefully, and twists the stylus around his fingers again before flashing a smile - convincingly cordial, if not quite entirely reaching the corner of his eyes like before. But that’s not for polite society. And it wouldn’t do any real good, anyway. I’m getting too old for all this shit anyway, I suppose. Be a gem and buy us some drinks, why don’t you? That ought to take the edge of it off.

Still, I reckon I'll... settle for just... doing what I can. I'll never change what I was; I wouldn't want to. But I've got a lot of blood on my hands. More than enough. Still, it's given me the tools I have now. So maybe... maybe there's still enough left to actually make change. Good change. Maybe there'll be enough of this galaxy left to actually retire out of some day, eh?

17. Have you ever been in love?

A proper, hearty laugh this time, no effort given to conceal the grin across his lips. I’d certainly hope so, if I’m married. The smile turns sly. Careful, you’ll make Shan blush. Though… wouldn’t be such a shame, I suppose. He's pretty cute, you know? The ex-Cipher winks.

His head shakes slightly with his own amusement. But, yes, in short - and… several times, I suppose. I… knew a brilliant woman once, named Shara; we’d worked together, back in the day. Hard not to want to get to know someone you’ll have in your ear analyzing your every move for a couple hundred hours, I think I’d told her at least once. He leans back, a bit quieter again. A bit of distance has returned to his eyes. It was… unprofessional. She wanted nothing to do with me at first, outside of the work. Still, he smiles faintly. But it was… it was nice. We were… I guess it’s young love. Let it happen, anyway, and I… Eventually, I didn’t want to distract from her promotion; we still had to work together, of course… He shakes his head as if to clear it, though the nostalgic cock of his head suggests there’s more he’s not quite sharing. She was… brilliant. Beautiful, of course, but… a brilliant mind. And a better, sharper sense of humor than she’d ever let you claim on the job. I guess we were both like that, in a way. But, such were the demands of our work… He straightens again. Yes, in short. It’s… Not everything in this galaxy is so doomed, y’know? I… I am thankful for that much, at least.

#answered #ch: tyr #[ic] tyr #imperial agent #swtor ocs #giggling and kicking my feet. making him talk about his feelings!!! giggles!!!!#still. naturally. of course there's more he -could- say but [inhales] we don't have time to unpack all of that. not in an interview lol #i hear he likes kaasi brandy tho perhaps you can make it up to him?#rattling him for his shara feelings like a piggybank #he needs. god he needs to talk about it more.

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looking-for-lost-stars · 2 years

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Ash had been warned that Tyr was bringing another marine with him when he returned, yet he was still somewhat apprehensive opening the door to his chambers with Ferox behind him. He'd gotten along with Ash well enough thus far, and he had no real reason to worry about him with Ferox, but it was hard not to.

@kakophoni-tyr

Ash was deeply curious about this person Tyr was bringing back. With his vague warning, and ground rules he had told him. When the door slid open he looked up from what he was working on, his eyes first landing on Tyr, then the much larger Marine. He gave an small wave. "Uh hi."

#//ic #//ash #ferox #tyr #kakophoni tyr

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eijakushingomel · 6 months

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Story Idea for The Ember Knight

(The Pacisfist AU)

●Nagyunn and Najin were raised better than in the canon. They were treated like an outcast in their earlier age, but after helping them in some huge fire accident that none of the twins started, the Woodion's villagers began to treated them nicer.

●Except Luce. And other jerks that had hobby of picking orphans for fun.

●Najin still held grudges and wary of the villagers. So did Nagyunn, but he was still relief that the villagers didn't bully him and his brother anymore.

●Anyway, after that flame accident kids began to approached the twins and make friends with them. Especially with Nagyunn since he was the kinder one. Najin had became cold after his brother nearly died in his previous terrible illness.

●The twins along with Lauzun, Luzian and Tyr became closer than in canon. Because I speculate that would happen if Nagyunn was also liked by the villagers.

●They grew up together till the canon event.

●Najin, the twin with an exceptional gift in fight decided to make their life better by joining the knighthood. Luzian who wanted to protect people joined him, followed by Lauzun with an unknown motif and Tyr who wanted to stand in the line of justice and fairness. Luce, for the same canon reason. Nagyunn still wanted to be an adventurer.

●So when his brother and friends departed to chase after Rosewood Fox, he immediately set off to go on his own journey.

●Fadiyan joined him for secret reasons. At first, Nagyunn was scared of her, hearing the countless tales of her craziness from Najin and the rest. But Fadiyan had an experience in traveling, the fact that she was also used to be a knight supported it.

●So Nagyunn let her went along as his guide.

●He still feared her.

●To Najin, he was growing stronger in the apprenticeship and gaining awes by his comrades. Only Luzian, Lauzun and Tyr knew what a crybaby he used to be (heh).

●The timeline where they meet Naryun happened much later on, but most of the magicians minus Shumin that the knights supposed to meet up were assassinated like in the canon.

●Najin grew to be stronger than before, he was dubbed as the strongest apprentice and often in hiding from a hunger-battle Waron and love sick Marsha.

●He was also quite stubborn and hard headed. It made the knights and the apprentices to often thought if there was someone that Najin feared. They didn't know the answer, until one day Wadrin voiced it out loud after making sure Najin was nowhere close by.

●Which only made Luzian to nonchalantly replied ; "Oh he's afraid of Nagyunn."

●Everyone paused, all eyes stared at her as if she had grown two heads.

"Who?" Toorisun, provably, asked.

"Nagyunn," at the clear confusion in their eyes, she elaborated "His older twin brother."

●Okay...that was new. Najin had a twin brother? And he was scared of this said twin brother?

●Whoever they be, they must be scarier and stronger than Nagyunn!

●But only to get shot down by Lauzun.

"Oh no. Gyunn-ah is very kind and patient. He's not that scary."

●But that was from the same guy that saw the good in everyone. So they didn't believe Lauzun much. Everyone, including the knights minus Qilin, imagined Nagyunn as Najin's buff carbon copy with malicious aura.

●At the same time, Nagyunn and Fadiyan reached ice desert and Fadiyan tried to stopped Nagyunn from licking the ice.

●Anyway, they didn't meet him until they began their training arc at Nijel, the capital.

●Fadiyan and Nagyunn also arrived there few days after the Second Special Class. When Fadiyan learnt that the class was finally there, she informed Nagyunn and suggested to pay the Woodion's apprentices a little visit. Nagyunn obviously agreed.

●The visit came as a surprise. The Woodion's kids greeted Fadiyan in screech of terror before blatantly relaxed at the sight of Nagyunn.

●Nagyunn wasn't like what they expected, most the class stared at him. He did look like Najin, but lack the threatening aura and all smiley and calm. A complete opposite of Najin.

●Yulnia wanted to test his strength by dueling, which the older twin refused and stated that he was quite weak compared to his brother.

●Another shock fact to the knights and apprentices.

●Most of them began to believe Luzian was bluffing them, especially the cold stoic Najin became all mushy and beaming when he was with Nagyunn – also another surprising thing.

●That until one day Fidorance was scolding Najin, and the younger twin acted stubborn much to the knight's dismay.

●Then ; "Jin-ah, don't be rude and say sorry," Nagyunn huffed from behind Fidorance.

Much to their surprise, Najin's attitude changed and he actually apologised to Fidorance.

Luzian crackled in the background when Wadrin and Darigan crashed onto one another because they were distracted by the scene.

●That wasn't a one time thing. Whenever Najin did a mistake or something like that, if Nagyunn scolded him then the younger twin would listen to him and genuinely looked upset from it. One time Nagyunn reprimanded Najin for talking rudely to Jiroon, Najin looked like a kicked puppy and made Jiroon felt sorry for him.

●That made the knights wanted Nagyunn to stay if it make Najin more bearable. The apprentices and Waron were having fun poking it to Najin about it.

●When Fadiyan and Nagyunn left to continue on their adventure, Najin nearly strangle Wadrin to death.

●But stopped by Qilin, who had a piece of paper in his hand and a messenger pigeon on the other arm. For once, the quiet knight had a smug look plastered across his face ;

"I wonder if Nagyunn is up for a quick exchange letter?"

●Najin paled. Luzian was laughing her butt off.

#the ember knight #najin #nagyunn #luzian #Lauzun #Tyr #qilin #fanmade #tek!pacifistau

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Good Boy Audios Incorrect Quotes (Part 3)

Albus: I'd like to offer my moral support, but I have questionable morals.

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Paradise: I didn't understand why people care so much about their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself

Paradise: I've only had Kalamos for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself

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Odin: *tapping lightly on table*

Ulysses: *tapping back*

Tyr: What are they doing?

Pandora: Morse Code

Odin: *slams his hands on the table* You take that back!

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Faithful: On a scale of one to ten, how lonely are you?

Albus: It stops at ten?

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Yargwynn: Here's a list of suspects I've put together so far

Paradise: Yargwynn, your name is on this list

Yargwynn: I don't remember where I was last Friday night, Paradise. Therefore, I have no alibi. I've been tailing myself for the last three days

•••

Faithful: Are you alright? You didn't sleep at all last night

Albus: I got a solid eight minutes

Albus: Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry

•••

Makkaro: How's the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Darling, not looking up from cooking: I don't know, how *are* you doing?

Makkaro, trying not to cry: I'm fine

•••

Yargwynn: Sometimes I think I have too much self-esteem

Yargwynn: Then I remember that I'm just really f*&^ing pretty

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Devlin, knocking on Albus' door: Are you decent?

Albus: Not morally, but I’m wearing pants if that’s what you’re asking

•••

Makkaro: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined

Frank: Heck

Makkaro: You're on thin f*&^ing ice

Makkaro: Oh no

•••

Yargwynn: Bureaucracy is confusing.

Mortallous: That's why we prefer arson: it's simple.

•••

Albus: Sandy always told me to pick my battles

Albus: Well I'm full of rage and picking all of them!

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Paradise: You're up early, Yargwynn

Yargwynn:

Paradise: You never went to sleep, did you?

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Odin @ Okami: I'm going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found

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Faithful: Okay, look. *I* don’t want Albus to die and YOU don’t want Albus to die. So now all we have to do is make sure ALBUS doesn’t want Albus to die

Devlin: No offense, sister, but have you MET Albus?

•••

Yargwynn: Why is pretty boy considered an insult?

Yargwynn: Like, call me a pretty boy

Yargwynn: Call me a pretty boy right now

Yargwynn: I want to be the prettiest boy you've ever seen

•••

Mirren: Go ahead, ask the captain something no one should have an opinion on

Zed: What's the worst multiple of 4?

The Guardian, scowling: Twelve, obviously

•••

Albus: I wasn't injured. I was lightly stabbed

Faithful: You were stabbed?!?!?!

Albus: Lightly stabbed. I didn't want to worry you

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Yargwynn: I want to be mysterious so bad but I just cannot shut the f*&^ up

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Odin: Rules are made to be broken!

Tyr: Nothing is made to be broken, Odin.

Ulysses: Glowsticks

Pandora: Piñatas

Okami: Karate boards

Fenrir: Spaghetti when you have a really small pot

Odin: Rules!

Tyr: -_-

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Albus: Can I ask a dumb question?

Devlin: Better than anybody I know

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Yargwynn: It's muggy outside today

Paradise: If I go out there and all our mugs are in the front yard, I'm leaving you

Yargwynn: *sips drink from a bowl*

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Odin, about Ulysses: Can I shoot him?

Pandora, Tired™: Not in public

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Albus: What if I put coffee in my cereal instead of milk?

Devlin, taking the pot while he walks by: What if you don't

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Hades: Truth or dare

Pandora: Truth?

Hades: How many hours have you slept this week?

Pandora: Dare

Hades: Go to bed

Pandora: I've decided I don't like this game

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