#Lewyn Sablebound

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👥 Mag n Lew

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Later into their days of being sort-of-uhs-in-law, Magdal will semi-frequently find Lewyn somewhere in her garden. She has to chase him out like a varmint because, to her aghast horror, he's often choking the life out of some plant. He doesn't get far into his poetic monologues before she bops him.

Sometimes she has Thanfred be a Scare-Lew to hassle him if he comes near.

#ask #Lewyn Sablebound

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✒✒✒ voidbros

✒ Although Thanfred says he wasn't the best brother in Lewyn's earliest years, there's a time he forgets of his brother's infancy where he tried his most. Even the first time he met him, he held his finger out so Lewyn could grab it. He'd do that again any time he could.

✒ Swordplay was one of the few ways Thanfred would be allowed to influence Lewyn's 'education'. Having his formal training for longer, Lewyn picked up the rapier and would be permitted to spar with his brother. What wasn't permitted was many of them ending in a cheap fireball or fist to the face.

✒Lewyn refuses to eat anything with pineapple in it. He does not share his brother's allergy and knows that.

#ask #anonymous #Thanfred Veilborne #Lewyn Sablebound

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So what will do you in first, aspiring knight? Contending with political foes beyond your overestimated depth, or the gnawing darkness which infests your kind?

"Do a thousand's thousand eyes ever-stare in dusk and ink? Vast are each contender to my front and to my shadow, you have no mistake of that."

"I have no ignorant intention to lock with either force. Too overwhelmed would I be by the gaze, surely so! No... Across this table..."

"They will stare into each other. Which abyss will stare back first?" Purpled lips spread. "For one or another, I may pass unseen all the same."

#i don't know how to write lewyn anymore :/ #i kinda powercrept cichol and now we're here #ask #anonymous #Lewyn Sablebound

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Describe your last really good day. What made it so great? (thankid)

"Boy, come here," a brusque voice summoned in the small frame haunting the doorway. With a hesitant, though obedient nod, he stepped carefully up to the bassinet. Leaning as slowly over as if a raccoon might spring out towards his face, the boy found nothing more than a closed-eye, pale wriggling mass.

"This is Lewyn, your brother." A cold introduction, nothing close to the womb warmth still resonating off the swaddled infant. "Would do you best to get along with him now."

The implications were less lost on his young mind and more than he did not care what ominous shadows loomed for him. Those blue eyes were too in awe of the angelic creature cradled below, having never seen one so small and quiet. Testing to see if it was respondent--or even living--he reached a careful finger into the crib and suspended it over the birth-blind body.

One by one, grubby, velvety fingers reached up and grasped around it.

Night left a blue shade in Thanfred's room and a weighing question on his mind. Turning over, he went from folded arms behind his head to curling his body on his side. "The night Lewyn was born..." he watched the golden glow reaching just under the latched door. "... 'Cause everyone left me alone for once."

#ask #Thanfred Veilborne #Lewyn Sablebound

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No, no, no- What do YOU want to be, Woowin?

That cheek-brimming smile shrunk into a sudden dot, eyes wide and blinking. "But I said..." he began softly in a bewildered pout. Something must have landed, as he slowly turned back towards that window.

Pushing himself onto his tip-toes to better see over the sill, he stared fondly at the colors blooming from the simple manse's surrounding garden. "I wanna... want to be a gawdenewr," his crimson hair bounced as he nodded. "I want to make evewy wose and daisy smile up at me!"

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What do you want to be when you grow up? (Woowin)

The proper prince sat at the end of a long table. His associates gathered down the sides in hushed murmurs. The convening of the elite was surely in its genesis, dying down as all attention was turned to his rosy cheeks.

... Well, not a prince, but a pseudo-lordling. And not a long table, but one sizable for him. And not an associates or murmurs but plush animals all propped up in respective seats.

"I am to wetuhrn glorwy to my family's name." A heavy impediment for words so bold. Mimicking the movements of his elders and all that he had read, he rose from his seat and paced towards the nearest window. Just a normal pane for a boy's room, not some Venetian styling or anything. "I will become a pwince of yowre," he may or may have not known what that meant.

"And Thanfwed can be my knightguawd!" he swung his head back around, a more fitting childlish glee rounding his cheeks and glittering his eyes.

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😶 Was the corruption worth it? (For Lewyn)

"Corruption is a laden terminology, though I shan't attempt guise on it for its hideous reality," the painted arrogance waxes smugly from his lips. "Mine ends were simple: pursue the wake of my estranged brother and obtain semifragment of puissance whereby doing so."

Another head of stiff petals, greyed and flecking, rolls decapitated into his hand. Another execution in the prison that is the shrouded, dying garden.

"If you think these stairs beckon my descent towards the abyss, then it is your eyes that misjudged:

I have only ever climbed."

#ask #Xenofae #Lewyn Sablebound

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🤬 King Oberon: (Lara and Lewyn)

Your character has suddenly been cursed for offending the feyfolk. What curse would be the most devastating? (EG, a singer who can’t sing anymore, a doctor cursed with shaky hands)

Lewyn:

What fate could dampen the vision of a man who only looks up?

The gazes of those who look back down.

Fair hands and appendages marred and twisted into grotesque shapes. Supple, pampered lilac skin calloused over by hardened, barklike boils. Bioluminescent thins and falls, losing light and luster. A face so youthful and striking withered gaunt and ancient. A florid tongue rendered limp and mute.

A form left impotent, left to waste immortal--but far from alone. Instead, every day, another helping hand changes his soiled sheets. A pair of arms rights him into a seat. Caring hands nurse him with liquid foods. One person pushes him through a street. Each face takes time to look upon him. Down upon him.

His brother. His charge. The Master Sergeant. The PFC. The tea house owner. The baker. The noble. The poor. The strong. The weak.

Forever at the bottom of the stairs.

( Based a little on this old post )

Lara:

To fall in love.

Or rats eating her Hearthstone card collection. :/

#ask #Lewyn Sablebound #Lara Plumtaste #eilitheandiel

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send 💕 for a love headcanon (Lewyn)

You think a snake like Lewyn has the warm blood to love?

The answer is yes, but not in the romantic sense.

Beyond that, it would take a good opportunity first and romance second. Someone with wealth and status that would leverage him higher or someone just below him to make him look good. Not just tossing himself to any pretty maiden with a smear of grease on her face. If you love someone, you must ensure their security after all. No one is more secure than under himself.

After that would come the sickening *opens thesaurus*

grandiloquence, the purple prose, the ridiculous displays of affection, and the intimate touches craved. As long as it is all a benefit. For the relationship. For his name. For their name.

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Or a 9-foot-tall stacked vampire lady.

#ask #eilitheandiel #Lewyn Sablebound

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What kind of partner is your character? Attentive? Distant? The doting sort? (Thanfred and Lewyn)

Thanfred:

Despite all his deep, deep failings, he's generally a sturdy partner. He can get pissed and scorned and walk off (if he's physically permitted), but, short of anything abhorrent, he'll always come back. Sincerely supportive when its needed, although ineloquent. Non-romantic relationships will get more honest criticism. Romance he'd bite his tongue or be easier with because well. Gift horses and all.

Yet, if it's someone he really cares about, he'd secretly be bettering them along the way. Whether that's ribbing and teasing them into it or outright suggesting it.

To put it in one word, uh, average?

Lewyn:

Partnerships, generally, are business arrangements. It is all about the art of giving and taking so that he comes out on top. Affectionately distant or showing it in colder ways such as discussion that may come with harsh truths or touchy topics.

There are some types of relationships he would not act this way towards. However, he'd likely never refer to those as partnerships for that sole reason.

His word is opportunistic.

#ask #eilitheandiel #Thanfred Veilborne #Lewyn Sablebound

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What is the “type” of person they are prone to fall for? (Going to make this painful: Deichtine, Cichol, Naddred, Lewyn, Plumtaste. I'd add Glad but I'm sure it'd be 'tits and breathing')

Deichtine:

The priestess gently shook her head. "I've not an answer for you. Never had I enough... romantic encounters to develop any such proclivities. My fellow sistren I harbored only familial bonds with, outside our hallowed vows."

One elegant hand move atop the other in her lap. "Soothly, our sect did not permit the 'suffering' of malekind to linger. Yea, even the destitute tended were kept lengths from our temple and convent and not overlong. Our numbers would only be increased by way of conversion or temporized rendezvous solely for procreation."

The hands rubbed over one another. "Such arrangements did not permit 'falling' for another."

Cichol:

"Back again?" he shrugged. "Guess I can expound the inconsistencies. What I described before is the type I fall for and harbor lasting relationships with. Yet not necessarily those I can be seen with."

"My life has sprawled many, many years. Though one might think that means my tendencies set in stone, I just think of it as needs to shake them up. That is why I might be found stepping outside of my comfort zone--to allow for something I may overlook."

Another lazily shrug comes to him. "It's why I even might be found with one not a man on the odd occasion."

Naddred:

He opened the side of his mouth of bared fangs, letting a puff of smoke escape from the cigar he bit on.

"... The enemy," is all he grumbled.

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Not as open a topic for him. Based on his major relationships of the past, they've always started with someone on the 'other side'. Whether it be alone or part of a group. Clandestine people with penchants for social infiltration. Not necessarily as overt as 'femme fatales', but those that could operate smoother and knew the value in quiet moments yet strong--physically and otherwise.

But if those are the parts that he falls for is a different story.

Lewyn:

"I do not fall," his eyes widened with emphasis, "I ascend."

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This fucker's probably a virgin.

Lara (Plumtaste):

"I want to say sweet guys with charming personalities but..." her head hung forward, exaggerating a sigh. "... Athletic, arrogant studs," she flipped her face back up, a curl bouncing before it, "The self-assured kind, not really the gross, sailory kind. Maybe a little crazy," her hand fluttered noncommittally.

"But having a type is bad for business!" she winked to the camera, "Not like my mind can't be swayed~."

Glade:

:^)

#ask #eilitheandiel #Deichtine Chirruplay #Cichol Yewberry #Naddred Snakeeater #Lewyn Sablebound #Lara Plumtaste

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Five (5) Headcanons

Gonna do one for each bc why not.

1. Cichol - Many of his years were put into training what exactly his body could do, especially given its unconventionality. He’s managed to learn how to reduce his heart beat, regulate his body temperature, and hold his breath for a lengthy amount of time. These combined, he can play dead pretty convincingly. That said, the body temperature thing does not help him feel colder or warmer, just what he gives off. Absolutely hates the cold, this man.

2. Gladeriel - When he was a kid, he always sounded like he had a stuffed up nose. His parents would say because he picked at it too much. Also would snort, sniff, and wipe his nose on his arm. This could be where he developed the tell where he brushes the tip of his nose with his thumb.

3. Thanfred - Grasping incantations and spells is harder on Thanfred than it is for the average quel’/sin’/ren’/fucc’dorei. The incantations themselves are nearly impossible to read and moreso to bumble out and, even if successful, magic just does not heed him as it ought. Where most could conjure a (small) fireball in their youth, he could barely make something that warmed his hands.

4. Lewyn - His parents often arranged courtships for him in attempts to bump his societal progress. These would be in vain as Lewyn would find some way to purposefully sabotage them while still maintaining innocence in the eyes of his parents. Now that he is no longer under their thumb, however, he would most certainly trade his hand in exchange for status. But it would be his status.

5. Caspar - Even though he has claws in worgen form, he will continue to punch things with his fists. Moreover, the shift from 5 fingers to 4 fingers really messes him up. Not just for dexterity reasons, but he uses those for counting! Hanks @arcane-artisan for the tag! Tagging but trying to leave some for others to tag uhhhh: @aydriis @shaeshine @lawful-songheart @lachlin @bane-thal

But not you reading this.

#what do you call these #ask meme #still or what #Cichol Yewberry #Gladeriel Duskthorn #Thanfred Veilborne #Lewyn Sablebound #Caspar Stamp

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Think of your character as Chaotic/Neutral/Lawful and Evil/Neutral/Good. Change only ONE of these two categories (e.g. Chaotic Good -> Chaotic Neutral or Lawful Good). How would they/their behavior/goals change? (Anir and Lewyn)

I wish I had decided what definition of Lawful vs Chaotic I was going with before this (e.g. strictness to society or just logic and values)

Anir (Chaotic Evil/Neutral -> Lawful Evil/Neutral):

Anir's moral alignment is up for debate but, going with the society-based ethics alignment, is very much not Law-aligned. (Though if you want to argue that his want for control is order and therefore law... well)

Regardless of his moral alignment, he would have never left the place he was raised. All suffering he endured would be internalized and weaponized for his eventual rise to power over it. Instead of escaping, he would wrest control, proceeding with hypocrisy and cruelty.

A widespread subversive takeover or strengthening a specific group? eh. It'd be less about reducing something outside his homeland and more about increasing himself.

Hard to describe when I haven't revealed his backstory!

TL;DR: Society falls to me. -> Society becomes me.

Lewyn (Lawful Evil -> Lawful Good):

Whether Lewyn is Neutral or Evil is also debatable. Risking himself for innocents? If they're meaningful to him or he could get clout from it. Hurting innocents? If benefits him, but not so eagerly as merc a guy for some cash. Does he see himself as good? Yes. Does he think his ambition is paramount? Yes. Would he compromise it for friends/family? :^)

Anyways. Here's this instead:

I don't think he could have become a Void Elf if he was completely lawful, but let's say besides that.

Upon finding that his brother was aiding an abetting a repeat criminal/warlock, he'd probably make Stimmy apprenticeship under him to better as a mage as way of public service. It'd be rigorous for her and ego-stroking of Lewyn, but ultimately ended with rehabilitation. (Perogative: always self satisfying but also benefits others)

She'd feel lethargic about magic, leaving her to a life of consuming mana crystals to stave off the addiction brought on by fel magic. Before that, Thanfred would escape with her and call Lewyn a lawcuck.

He'd go on to becoming one of Stormwind's most brilliant knights. Alone.

TL;DR: Something must ultimately benefit me. -> Something must ultimately be righteous AND benefit me.

#Lewyn sablebound #I think i just wrote what ifs and not alignment changes #ask #eilitheandiel #anir

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What makes your muse laugh? (Bad taste to say all? If so, Caspar)

Ah shit here we go. I'll do the ones linked to this blog. Caspar - He's a good humored boy, so really most jokes he can understand will tickle him into giggling. A really good pun can make him inconsolable. Cichol - You'll often spy Saeteth and Cichol standing entirely too close to each other or huddled next to each other at the end of a table. If he suddenly starts bursting out in giggles or laughter--that. That's the most genuine laugh. And he probably shouldn't be doing it. Gladeriel - Really the simple satisfaction of some asshole getting what's coming to him. Except when he is the asshole it is coming to. Lewyn - ??? He just does it. Ominously. To himself. Out of no where. Maybe the void are good at observational comedy. Thanfred - A pretty girl telling a joke, no matter how bad. He's a simple humor kind of guy. Not bursting at the seems over puns but a funny enough story can tickle his ribs.

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6. 🗣 Iconic voice lines and/or dialogue options. - For all, obviously

And here's the rest o' them

Lewyn:

Neutral

*dark laughter*

Positive

"I should fain accept you, bearer of quietus."

Negative

"I need not suffer this petulance. Burn 'til next we meet."

Dialogue

Lewyn: "So ever forthwith does our lot reproach with a chirurgeon’s precision blade to the cankers that waste our society, such that it is." Player: "... What are you going on about?" Lewyn: *ominous chuckle* "Heed it with little regard."

Romance Option Only

Player: “Could this ever grow to more than a facade for status? I wish that you could reciprocate with tenderness.”

Lewyn: “*clears throat* Mhm. Yes. Well. Ah. Such requires. Uh... Momentary abatement.”

Caspar:

Neutral

“Oi, wot’s all this then?”

Positive

“Awr, yeah! Let’s get stuck in!”

Negative

“You wot?!”

Dialogue

Player: “You’ve been quiet lately, Caspar. What’s up?”

Caspar: “Oh, it’s nuffin’! I’m jus’ pretty sure I swallowed a bee and didn’t wanna get stung by gabbin’. Gone now, though.”

Player: “Okay, Caspar.”

Romance Option Only

Player: “You certainly are a cutie.”

Caspar: *stammering and raspberrying, flustered* “I-I would say I am a li’l more than a cutie! Right strappin’, ain’t I?”

Tur'borobo:

Neutral

“Hokay.”

Positive

“Alright, enough. What are you trying to get from me?“

Negative

“Do not put so much effort into pissing me off. You will strain something.“

Dialogue

Player: “... Is that chomping I hear? Tur’bo, what are you eating?”

Turbo: *coughing, turning away and brushing her shirt off*

Player: “Is that cha--”

Turbo: “Eyes forward, focus inward!”

Romance Option Only

Player: “Breaking through your outer shell is tiring. But rewarding. And I want to have a long, exhausting relationship with you.“

Turbo: “... I would like that.

...

...

So get some coffee, it is going to be a late night.”

#dawncloudrising #Lewyn Sablebound #Caspar Stamp #Tur'borobo

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Were they the type of child to play pretend? Describe their favourite scenarios! (For Caspar & Lewyn)

Some could argue that Caspar is continuing to play pretend to this day. Always so enthralled by the tales of bravery of heroes--military or adventurous. Anyone gallant enough to stand tall against the 'baddies' for the good of the weak.

Though most of his pretending was taking the role of an army man entrenched with his tin toys, he most preferred when these fantasies affected the real world. Whether it was to wrestle back a girl's doll from some bullies or to amass courage to stare down unwanted men lingering around their house, he'd find some way to use his imagination to bolster himself. A valiant knight against a terrifying monster. A strong tribe leader from humanity of yore fighting for his people. Himself but bigger and muscly.

Even if these landed him with a split lip at the end of the encounter, they were all worth it.

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Fingers laced steepled at the ends of short arms, propped up upon a table. A thin smirk crawled upwards behind the barricade, eyes just above them shadowed by regal curls. In that shade lurked and squirmed the mind of an opportunistic strategist. Truly, those lining the sides of his esteemed hall's table were but pawns, best fitted to await their usefulness at the bidding of his hand.

"My vawued delegates: Let us commence ouwr pawrwey fowrthwith," announced the littlest noble, speech only impeded by label alone. "Befowre we dwelve into the siege at hand, I would like to intwoduce the champion of mine awmy," his smile in large eyes only looked rather strange on such an unblemished, marshmallowy face, "He shall wead youwr wradiant kingdom to victowry--should he accept." The cherub-like face tilted its small chin down, eyes pointed to the other end of the table with a stumpy-fingered hand splayed.

His stubbed legs swayed and dangled happily from his boyhood chair, still too tall to let his crossed ankles touch the floor. What looked like a sprawling surface of a wartable in his mind was simply an embellished fir child-sized table. Each of these nobleman he addressed was represented by an inanimate object. A pillow, book, lamp, and the rare stuffed toy.

Yet, at the very end, squatted a homely teenage boy. One rubbing the back of his neck with a conflicted expression as he stooped over the table.

"I don't know, Lew," his casual tone snuffed out all airs of the stately child, "If I'm leading an army, I might miss dinner. And mom says it's mutton night."

The facade faded into a wide grin as he watched the boy hop from his regal throne. With hands balled into fists at the end of straightened arms, he made his stompy approach to the adolescent's side.

"Thewre awre no moms in wawrfaiwr!" he emphasized each syllable with an impotent pound of his soft fists against his brother's thigh.

"He-he-hey!" the victim attempted to object between his chortling, "What kind of court etiquette is this?" He was truly at the mercy of the child covered in frills and ruffles, holding his hands up in surrender.

"This is an honowr duewl!"

The elder brother could not contain himself, "Oh yeah? Have at you, then!" With that, he grabbed the lordling who squeaked a yelp. The young noble could only giggle and squeal protestations in the ruthless, tickling grasp of his kin.

That day, victory would be won off the battlefield.

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