#cyrn o'neal

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fuck it elysur oc list if you wanna see all of them

Aeluin Azora, Bo Rei-Kenn, Ava Belpheobe, Malric Parsle, Sean Runn, Finn Emrys, Duncan, Joemar Haggard, Jonothan Fer, Dwynwyn Fer, Ruthellian Ithid, Red Fernsby, Davin Fernsby, Erellise Feros, Karen Feros-Phelluere, Melanie Locke-Feros-Allris-Sjuhi-Raiyez-Vel-Ru'Kir-Ellwith-Garen-Sje'ir-Rakhar-Ir-Illiden-Neferi-Wilson-Melleiyi-Smith-Turner-Rune-Gaben-Rancoure-Syrene-Keurein-Rin-Pheleure, Royal Feros, Robissimer Denalaren, Revys Geult, Doug Elidyr, Olea Elidyr, Jade Smith, Elle Noire, Rey Jaret, Heaven Smith, Mera (?), Tina Noire, Sam (?), Aljena Cole, Eri Sallow, Orion Sallow, Synaelia Runn, Ves Thassix, Jamson Sterling, Jude Sterling, Marie Thassix, Myre Sterling, Neil Sterling, Valentina Ruby, Matthew Haset, Chess Haset, Zacharias Brent, Zoe Brent, Lila Voz, Ki Voz, Feather Jones, Allison Brent, Jameson Elidyr, Alixandra Brent, William Brent, Dravik Rencoure, Maria Brent, Jorden Grange, Leonidus Grange, Dana Grange, Bilaris Syrene, Anna Syrene, Melia Syrene, Jackson Feros, Nara Syrene-Feros, Viniri Syrene-Rin, Thane Avalor, Kyle Mallory, Laurelei Mallory, Enric Feros, Catherine Feros, Kirian Feros, Elouise Feros, Naven Feros, Naomi Feros, Jemyn Feros, Liam Smith, Era Featherwye, Sage Rune, Neve Ria, Rasha Tuldahn, Gillian Emrys, Daniel Emrys, Merin Emrys, Nellie Emrys, Vanessa Emrys, Malcolm Emrys, Benoni Mort, Dev Turyn, Nierelli Aominn, Nara Stone, June Stone, Bethany Gorman, Tanra Domiticus, Aelia Domiticus, Raelin Sallow, Ash Ferthen, Erin Aominn, Derrek Velhues, Derek Jones, Unona Coul-Vriggs, Veran Coul, Kavarie June, Vesa Velhues, Seils Tunef, Feryn Rumer Demm, Vista Demm, Corvina Silva, Rij Seraq, Ilkinz Seraq, Mara Seraq, Angel (?), Mera Qerq, Isja Seraq, Corvid Qerq, Aegis Blackstone, Cliff (?), Laris (?), Lode (?), Steel (?), Ferrent Stone, Lawrence Nighy, Arson Lawrence, Geryon Amnes, Syl Irileth, Barrow, Carie Lowell, Veyduta Tal-Mewt, Timita Tal-Mewt, Azure Veil, Cara (?), Amber Veil, Strom, Alimen Voz, Sairena "Lucky" Locke, Vera Riss, Allura Prode, Juno Antoinette, Solace Myr, Peraq Benval'n, Qoric Ovenn, Quric Devoted, Rannes Adjourned, Ericke Miste, Leila Winged/Wingless, Vivia Smith, Ri Aominn, Kee Seln, Cyril Ja, Rho Evek, Whiss Bren, Ciel Reishi, Missy Vessith, Elena Wyren, Naven Voltyren, Morose Rheubdae, Chadwick, Senvh Qerq, Quinn Cole, Aster Danica, Layla (?), Sampson (?), Reese (?), Mejta Qerq, Mari (?), Viras Kel, Winnifred Wilson, Eris Wilson, Spark Wilson, Glen Ava, Kris Daniels, Sydney Dale, Kat Dale, Delila Harken, Gizmo Boom, Rei Kirian, Jean Kirien, Jules Denver, Aveth Tunis, Timothy Hare, Tyret Mallory, Keldan Seraq, Beck, Roman Jack, Moss, Lux Sallow, Shay Hex, Valre Qerq, Maelstrom Derecho, Kaelyn Fisher, Veduta Tal-Mewt, Timita Tal-mewt, Felicity Thren, Lauv Hex, Aether Glen, Mikail Barne, Kellin Syras, Dune Davis, Soot (?), Liar Rune, Ichorous, Wynric Ace Savant

and i'm sure theres more but good lord i went through a very decent portion of my pen name tag for these after i ran out of the family tree (plus) that i made in senior year lol

#long post #cyrn o'neal #elysur #character rambles #i am not tagging all of these bc i can only add 30 tags #and also i am too lazy for that lol #anyway feel free to pick a random name if u want random lore <3 #if u talk w me about my ocs i love u so much #I started the list just like. to see how many I had lol #apologies for how much it is to look at #editing this to add characters that finally get named or that I forgot

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[It’s no longer raining.

Mikail hadn’t realized that it could rain, in whatever plane the Pools reside, but… evidently, it can. It has been for hours. And the event is… unnerving. Not that it’s the only thing to do that, of course.

The only thing that ever moves here is the blood pond.

But the rain had been loud enough that, wherever the distant storm was, the sharp sound of it could reach Kail from where they’re sat on the fuzzy grass.

They sigh and check the time- they’re only supposed to keep watch for another hour or so, but gods about, the time drags on like nothing else when they’re here. And maybe they’ve spent too much time under the same painted sky, but… it feels like the gold streaks through the wine-violet sky are staring at them. Caged in by a wall of trees, packed too tight to fit an arm between.

The still air starts sitting on their skin wrong, so they pull on their jacket, for what little that does, and lay back. If the sky is going to watch them, they can watch it right back.

And they wake to pain, coursing through their being.

And they wake on unfamiliar ground.

And they can’t so much as breathe, for a few minutes.

And when they try to teleport home, to reach for that tether, they find nothing.

And it takes a while for that to process, for the feeling of aloneness to settle in, but when it does, they scream.

And it resonates with something in them, like nothing else has so far, and… if they were a paragon of their kin, they could take this and do great things. They could cleave the earth open beneath them, and rend the air asunder, and maybe, just maybe, they could re-thread some of the universe to their whim.

But they’re not. And all that happens is little more than a hum in the air around them and a little kicked up dust, both of which are lost in the wind.

And then they just… sit there. Too tired to cry like they want to, and in too bad of a state to do anything about where they are.

And so they wait. For the pain to pass, or for their magic to reshape itself into something that doesn’t actively ache, or for something to just happen to them, they don’t know. But they wait.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal #mikail barne #shoutout to sith for reading this for me <3

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[Distant creaking as the old rusted swing dances in the wind. The roar of the forge. And the sharp song of hammer meeting metal.

Everything between his shoulders aches, and he takes a second to catch his breath, turn the hammer over in his hand, before he sets back in.

He can feel the gateway turn, and doesn’t bother to look up. There’s only a handful of folks left that it’s willing to let through, and he would trust it’s judgement just as much as his own.

A stray strike.

He flinches, and very nearly throws his work to the floor, even before the pain sets in, and his curse echoes about the garage.

When he settles enough to think to start again, there’s someone moving to lean on his truck. He’s tossing the blade back into the forge when they speak up.

“Have you seen Mikail recently?”

It takes him a few moments to put a face to the name, and he shrugs.

“I’ve not seen them in a few days, and-“

He clears his throat before he interrupts.

“Keepers do that. Folks who can transport especially. I’m sure they’re fine.”

The person sighs, and he can see them fold their arms out of the corner of his eye.

“Well… if you see them, let me know, alright?”

“Would if I knew who the fuck you were.”

That came out rude. Oops. He sighs and picks up his hammer again.

“Leave something of yours on the porch, and I’ll get in touch.”

He nods towards the front porch and sets back to work, the sound of metal on metal effectively enough ending the conversation.

He hopes their friend is alright.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#let’s play a game called don’t bother reading my draft over or even skimming it for fear that I start to hate it instead #anyways just hoping I didn’t make too many mistakes in here lol #he’s just simply grumpy and old #writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal #dune davis #mr fireproof and magic messages #old magic man #Kellin Syras #back on my bs of naming characters in the middle of the night #kellin is the friend asking after Kail tho

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[His voice is sweet. Kellin isn’t listening to his words, so much as they’re listening to the gentle lilt in his tone, and letting their actions carry out without them.

If they take up a weapon, then they adjust for its weight.

And if they raise it overhead, so be it.

And if blood stains their sleeves, they file a note away to clean it later.

He’s hard to think around. But they’re not sure they mind.

Like they don’t mind the weight of the body in the arms, wracked every so often with shudders. And like they don’t mind his hand across the back of their neck.

Like they don’t mind twisting their magic all out of shape to pull the two of them across space.

They don’t mind.

He doesn’t even have to ask them not to, any more.

-

His back aches, where his wings are rooted. But he heard a little too much about Tanra’s history with wings to trust her with them.

She’s pacing around their apartment, still trying to carry herself with the air of a goddess.

She’s not. He can smell it on her, and feel it in the air. The lack of something.

He used to fear her.

He can’t help but wonder if she was able to hold onto anything, when she lost it. Or if she’s been reduced to the human he heard she was before.

“As much as I appreciate you picking through my shit, miss Tanra, I have somewhere to be. What do you want?”

She pauses, rolling her eyes and starting to stack the glasses he had left on the coffee table.

“An old friend of yours died recently, and I was wondering if you were looking for… some new employment. You were such a loyal thing, after all…”

He wants to tell her to leave.

He doesn’t.

He takes his cups from her, instead.

“Respectfully, ma’am, you can go fuck yourself. Mallory was a dick, and I honestly wish he’d kicked me out years sooner. And even if I did care about your whims, you don’t have half the… charisma he did, anyways.”

What Kyle had certainly held more magic to it than charisma, but… he doesn’t know how to describe it. So he settles on the next best thing.

When they toss their cups into the sink, the sound makes him jump.

In her height, she could have torn this building in half, if she wanted to. And as much as he doubts she could do even so much as half of that now… he doesn’t want to push his luck. He’s not the only one living here.

That’s also the main thing keeping him from calling a gate elsewhere and leaving. From what they’ve heard, she had razed cities for as much.

So they don’t know why they’re surprised when, with a sigh, she steps closer behind them. And the hand on the back of his neck makes him flinch, uncomfortable at first, and then… there’s pain sparkling down his spine, and settling in the arches of his feet, and echoing up his joints from there.

He doesn’t know when his knees buckle, but hecan taste blood before his palms hit the countertop. And his skin burns.

-

Mikail is covered in blood when Kellin makes it to them, and she’s apologizing before the gate even closes behind her. At first, she can’t tell where their bangs end and their blood begins. But she’s hardly got the energy to heal them yet, so… she settles on pushing them into sleep and carrying them home.

It’s always a little worrying, how light they are in her arms, but… that’s been a constant over the years. Something about their magic, they’d said.

She can feel it, when she reaches out. The way they’re… not unwoven, but… loosely threaded. Enough that it makes it frighteningly easy to press suggestions in the gaps.

It helps, though, when she’s got a little power back under her fingertips. Helps her root some of the healing magic to them, to ease the way.

They shift on the mattress, and she’s sure she’s hurting them. Hurting them more. Gods, they’ve been through enough today because of her already. But… there is some comfort, in seeing the healing take hold. As uncomfortable as it is, to realize how out of shape they’d been.

She rests her forehead on their ribs, to feel them breathe under her. Feel the gentle thrum of their heart, beyond that.

There’s still the gentle pressure in her chest, as her magic is drawn out, when she drifts to her own sleep.

They’re going to be okay.

She’ll make sure of it.

-

When Kellin wakes, part of faer is hoping that that had been a nightmare. But… the body between faer arms says otherwise.

When Kail finally shifts, so the light meets their face, fae cringes a little. As much as the two of them have joked about them looking good with a black eye… that’s intense. And fae knows it has to look worse because their blood is black, but…

Kellin leans in to press a kiss to their forehead, and fae can feel the thrum of their magic against faer lips.

Mikail hums and scoots a little closer, and fae can’t help but smile a little.

They’re okay.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#writing #cyrn o'neal #kellin syras #Kyle Mallory #Aelia Domiticus #mikail barne #kyle’s a passing mention early on but #also shoutout to that first scene for being years before the rest #also^2 I need to write an actual smooch between Kail and Kellin lol #the pools

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[Solace laughs loud, and she grins with all her teeth, and the corners of her eyes crinkle when she’s trying not to laugh.

Her hands are strong and this side of rough, and when she gets excited, she grabs Deidre by the hand to lead her somewhere, and Deidre would be willing to follow her just about anywhere, maybe.

She has scrawling runes tattooed down one arm, and dozens of birds in flight up the other, and she lists them off at every opportunity with pride.

And her dark hair is a halo around her face, and she sings off key, and she suggests that they gather their friends and go out for ice cream at two in the morning.

She smells like lavender perfume, and she feels like the gold of a sunrise over autumn leaves, and she only seems like a dream, for a long time.

Her lips are soft, when Deidre kisses her, at three thirty in the morning, on the way out of the car. And her hands are warm, when she kisses Deidre back.

It scares her, caring about someone. Deidre is sure that the demon could come back, and she shouldn’t let herself get attached to someone, but… she doesn’t notice it, really, until that morning. Face up in bed, clutching a pillow to her chest while her heart races.

The next week, she asks Deidre to dye her hair with her. And Deidre can only say yes. And Deidre asks Solace to help her get some of her tattoos covered up. And her excitement is contagious.

A month later, Deidre tells her. About the nightmare that carried her, for so long. She doesn’t mean to, but… Solace is easy to talk to. And she’s gentle about it, when she asks what she can do. And it’s her idea, to look for an enchanter.

Solace holds her hand, through the pain of it. And she’s careful around the wounds, when Deidre breaks like a dam, realizing that her body is her own again. And she helps Deidre shave half of her hair off on impulse one night, when they both should really be asleep, and they’re giddy-tired until they fall asleep on the bathroom floor, still covered in hair.

And Deidre doesn’t notice how much she loves her, until someone else points it out. A stranger, at that. Someone who says she and her girlfriend are cute.

Neither of them correct him.

It’s nearly midnight, one night, when Solace pauses their movie to ask. And Deidre is scared, at first, because… a hesitant Solace is a rare sight.

She’s all too happy, when she kisses her girlfriend, after that.

Solace snores, sometimes, Deidre finds.

She also finds that it’s the nicest thing she’s gone to sleep to in years.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#deidre asenith #solace doesn’t have a last name Bc I only named her in this but #they’re gay #also. holds Deidre gently and sets her down in a nice ending. #solace kisses her forehead when she gets worried sometimes Bc she’s kissing the spot where deidres brows furrowed above her nose #writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal

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[Gods, sometimes it hits Matt, just who he has resting in his arms.

He’s gotten somewhat used to the cold Neil brings, over time, although they still have to cuddle with blankets for his own well-being.

Neil purrs as he dreams, and his breaths make gentle clouds in the air that catch the light like snow. And Matthew is glad he’s awake before Neil, for once, so he can see it. The way colors of the sunset dance in his frost-white hair, and how he curls in towards where Matt’s ribs meet the couch cushions, and the gentle patterns that drift across his cheeks, like a window constantly thawing and freezing over at once.

It’s like a pressure in his chest, when he remembers that this figure is a god. And a god that trusts him, at that.

He’d weave this feeling into a thousand stories, if he could figure out how. But… he’s at a loss for words.

But of course.

Of course, the god that he meets is gentle. Is soft, and careful, and enthralled by fantasy.

He must be so lucky, to have been able to have this chance. Because as much as Neil has been worn by the world, he tries to keep his edges smoothed over, and he watches, and he listens, and he cares. More than he realizes, Matthew is almost certain.

Neil would have the world think him a villain.

Matthew is all too happy to look at him as a friend.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#points at two dudes with normal man names #they’re catboys I swear lol #also. #catboyfriends #:) #Neil Sterling #Matthew Haset #writing #elysur #holds them gently #I need to write with them more #they’re just soft <3 #relatedly. please if you want to know more #please ask <3 #I love these men and neil has such a complicated life and I’ll gladly ramble about the catboyfriends <3 #cyrn o'neal

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[With another body in the bed, Kail finds themself sleeping better than they have in nearly two weeks. Sleep that they shouldn’t need this much. But that wears on them, nonetheless. He’s warmer than they had remembered people being, and they would be lying if they didn’t appreciate the body heat to warm the covers. They don’t seem to have any of their own, so… they’ll gladly take it where they can. He snores. He snores like a motor starting up and it’s strangely calming. He’s stopped, sometime before they woke up, but every so often, they can hear him again. He’s got an arm around their chest, and they can feel him breathing against them. His breath makes their hair tickle their neck, every so often, but it’s not enough to be a bother yet. It’s still dark out. They should go back to sleep. He snorts, and moves, and for a moment they worry that he could feel them being awake, somehow, but he just settles in a little closer and falls still again. Now his short hair is pressed to their bare shoulders, and they can feel it as they breathe. It’s that, that they focus on, when they find sleep again. And when they wake for the second time, he’s gone, and he’s taken all the warmth from the blankets with him. They sigh.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#mikail barne #elysur #cyrn o'neal #writing #kellin syras

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so, violence warning for this writing

[Teleporting is always so much. Mikail doesn’t know much about where they’ve been staying, but it must be pretty far from the Pools, because just going one way has their knees buckling under them, and it leaves all of their joints aching. But they told Kellin that they’d be back today, and… gods, they’ve missed him. They’d come back every day, for the chance to see him, no matter how much it hurt.

Okay, maybe not quite far, but damn if they wouldn’t try.

They’re still fairly nauseous, when the hum of the gateway ripples through the clearing, and they can’t help but get excited, for a moment.

But they don’t recognize the person stepping through, and they don’t quite make it to their feet before the woman very nearly storms over. And it’s not until she’s reaching over them that they see the blood on her hands, and on the underside of her long nails, and she’s dragging them to their feet before they process anything more than the pain of a hand fisting into their hair and nails digging into their scalp. Distantly, they’re sure they tried to back away, but the world is spinning, and they’re struggling to get their feet under them as she drags them towards the stone archway she came through, and it feels like she could nearly be sprinting, with how fast things seem to be moving. They feel like they’re trailing several feet behind themself, and they can feel the impact and the pain before they realize she’s thrown them facefirst into the stone. And she drags them back, and they don’t have time to gasp at the pain of it before they’re hurling forward again. And again. And again. They can hear the collisions echo through their skull like a painful metronome. And in the moments when they’re not face to stone, they can see their blood starting to run down the side of the archway. And they can feel it pouring down their face. Stringing up as it mixes with snot, and coating their lips and filling the runes before them with a viscous black, and when the onslaught stops, they almost topple back into it anyway, only caught by their hair. And they can feel it as their blood drips down, over their lips and from their chin. They’re just trying to breathe, while they can, and they’re shaking so bad they’d not be able to hold themself up if not for that hand gripping their hair tight enough that they’re worried it’ll be ripped out. And the person is speaking. They’re not sure if the words are to them or not, but they can’t fully process the words either way.

And it’s only another moment before they’re thrown back forward, the hand leaving their hair, and they catch themself on their forearms, shifting after a moment to grip the other side of the gate to try and at least slow their descent to the platform of stone beneath. It digs into their shins, where their legs meet the steps of it, and they have to rest their head against the arch.

Gods, they feel sick.

It feels like forever, before the world stops spinning around them, and they move to wipe the blood from their face, but all they really do is smear it across their cheek and the back of their hand, and they graze their nose with their wrist, and they recoil hard enough to throw themself back onto the hazy grass.

Okay.

This is okay.

This will be fine.

They’re still heaving for breath when the gateway hums again, and they’re almost sure that the lady hasn’t had their fill of throwing a stranger around, so when they see a familiar set of wings, they choke through a sob before they know it. And when he comes to his knees at their side, he’s limping. But they don’t have a chance to ask.

They forget, sometimes, just how much control he has over them. But as they drift into unconsciousness, they couldn’t be happier for it.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#writing #cyrn o'neal #elysur #mikail barne #kellin syras #they're fine <3 #this is fine #but fr tho dont worry they'll be fine #kellin heals them up a lot before they can wake back up #also #tanra domiticus #but her name isnt in there

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[The wind is wild, and the cold bites at their arms, and their hair whips at their face, and Mikail takes a breath.

They’ve spent so much of the past week feeling like a fraying garment, that it’s nice to feel a little solid again.

They close their eyes and tuck their thumbs into their belt loops, and the wind shifts. The chill it carries is given to their bare shoulderblades as well. They had expected to regret this shirt’s sleevelessness, but it’s… oddly grounding.

They can only imagine how they look. Oversized cargo pants, fitted sleeveless turtleneck, wild hair, and all in black. Their skin slowly flushing with blood the same color. One of their eyes even matches the theme. It’s kind of neat. If they get back ahold of their jewelry, they’re going to need to break out the gold tones again, to match the other.

They can feel the chill up their sinuses as they breathe in, and they can feel something in their back strain as they hold that breath for a moment, and it aches as they reach up, to lace their fingers behind their head. A good ache. And a twinge in one shoulder when they breathe out, their breath not quite warm enough to make a cloud in the air. They do envy some people that chance, but… now isn’t the time to linger on that.

…Now might be the time to explore the place they’ve ended up, actually.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#writing #cyrn o'neal #elysur #mikail barne #half of this was a draft fr last night and it wasn’t gonna pick up but I’m in a good mood and didn’t wanna fuss w finding a bad mood to go #where it was supposed to do #*from

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Anyway violence warning <3

[Lawrence Nighy died decades ago, and he took his anger with him. His violence, and the ache under his fingernails to claw at someone until he rips them apart.

But in spite of that, Lawrence Nighy stalks the woods, a too-familiar sword held in his skeletal grasp. He’s silent, through the brush, and he’s aware, now, in a way he never was when he lived.

Oh, what a hunter he would have made, like this. It’s almost a shame, that he went and raised a family instead.

The thought isn’t his own, but he can’t find it in himself to care very much. The sword may do as it pleases, until Geryon is dead and down for good.

The sword is aware of this. And it feels almost giddy about the fact.

There’s movement, in the rubble of the office, and he spins, taking a moment to let his bones settle back into place before he sets off again.

He can feel the ever-slow heartbeat of a dead man. And he doesn’t have the nose for it, but he can imagine the stench of rot that the man must carry.

Geryon Amnes is a foul man. He’s honestly surprised that it took him so long to accept that. He could have done quite a number of people a favor, if he just… didn’t stay his hand. Any number of times, he could have killed him.

It would have been so easy.

Much easier, perhaps, than having to hunt him like a beast.

But this is certainly much more fun.

Geryon starts speaking, once he seems to notice the skeleton’s presence, but Larry can’t listen. He’s not sure he could even if he tried. The thrill of the hunt clouds his thoughts, to a degree, and… he briefly wonders if it’s the sword that wishes he could watch as he tears this man apart, or if that thought is entirely his own. But there isn’t time to piece it apart, before he’s throwing himself forward.]

@highladysith @becnw @french-fry-0 @mauchi--mochi @bittersweet-and-verygay @king-bubble @softichill

#*rewinds to when Larry stabbed G* <4 #*<3 #also shoutout to the fact that immediately after killing Geryon as soon as Larry made it back to the inn he threw the sword as hard as he #could to get it as far away from him as possible <3 #he hates the thing <3 #it makes him feel powerful but he hates it <3 #also. points at geryon. imagine if ur ex bf was scary and had a super powerful sword that openly wanted to know what it’d be like to kill u #and he hunts u as a skeleton. like Larry is good at being quiet and he’s just. silent #at least as a skeleton. he also doesn’t talk a ton since he got the rest of him back but yk #g was ~scared~ #he made sure he had a plan to come back for a reason #anyway now he’s a zombie but yk #maybe I’ll get around to like. writing smth abt the process of being rewritten to be a different kind of undead #just not rn #rn I’m just. head empty peraq benval’n brain #writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal #lawrence nighy #geryon amnes #peraq benval’n

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Death tw up front for this one, and also heads up for gore

[Soot was promised power. He was promised ascension. He was promised… so much. And he was told to wait.

The flesh needs time in the flames before it’s ready for the feast.

He waited. Patient as he could, he waited. He did what he wouldn’t have the patience to, after his greatness came. He kept his deals to himself, and he took care of himself, as instructed.

He was elated when he heard it was time.

He’s not sure he’d ever be able to forget the feeling of his jaw, gripped in a clawed hand, almost too hot against his skin. The fear choking him when a claw came to rest along the side of his throat.

The feeling of burning, as he bled.

The feeling of his own flesh under his fingertips, and the blood pouring from between his hands.

The gravel digging into his knees.

He certainly still remembers waking up, tangibly different. Feeling himself move, an instant before his muscles react, and then feeling the air against his skin, a moment after he stops moving.

He remembers clawing out from a cleft in dark stone, and he remembers feeling like he was going to choke when he saw his… patron.

He curses under his breath as the needle slips on a stitch, sticking his thumb in his mouth until it stops aching at him very terribly, and he sighs. He may have made it very far from his life, and from his death, but… it haunts him despite.

So for now, he makes.]

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#writing #elysur #cyrn o'neal #death tw #gore #idk his last name yet but

[toomuchdickfort]

-

Coming home is... bittersweet. It always is, of course, but... it’s even more bitter when she’s on her own.

She only slips once on her way up the wall, and when she sits, she rests her chin on top of her knees.

She has to squint against the sun’s reflection on the waves, but... the sunset is beautiful. It always is, of course, but that doesn’t make it any less breathtaking than the last time she got to enjoy it.

Years ago, she’d have dreamt of stealing away on some boat or another, like Beck did, and insisting that they take her in. Or just seeing how far she can make it before she’s noticed. But... she’s been so much further than she’d even thought to imagine. Not on her own, of course, but... Azure feels safer than a ship of strangers probably would anyway.

She wishes she could have brought him here with her again. He always did love the sunsets.

For now, she closes her eyes and feels the warmth on her face. She’ll just have to enjoy it for the both of them, for now.

-

-

She feels it, more than she hears it, when the air opens up for a portal, and he announces himself with a hand on her shoulder as he sits beside her. When he hums, it sounds like ringing, like running two forks together, and she leans into his side.

“I was starting to think you were going to miss it.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead, nosing past some of her hair, and she can feel him smile.

“I’d not miss a twilight with you for the world.”

-

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#cyrn o'neal #writing #elysur #azure doesn’t have a last name yet I don’t think unless I want him and Amber to be cousins but I’m thinking abt maybe naming her cara #she feels like the letter c and I can’t explain how but #you know what? fuck it yeah the dragon lads are cousins #azure veil #....just realized they’ve both got color names lol #10/10 dragon boy naming skills over here

[toomuchdickfort]

[Sometimes, it takes many mistakes.

Sometimes, it’s just one.

Blood running down his back, pain echoing from his spine and back with his pulse. Wings that he didn’t have two days ago. Pain in his face that seems inconsequential now. Horns. New eyes. He can still remember the way he could feel the sound of the blade scraping against his bones, when she didn’t let him feel. He can feel the vibrations in his ribs. It’s not pain, itself- it’s just… sensation. The breeze that knocks the keystone free.

He can feel tears running down his face, warm like his blood. And he can hear his heart beating in his ears, like the end of a macabre song.]

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#cyrn o'neal #writing #elysur #gore #horror #eye trauma #please let me know if I need to add tags #apologies if the end is a lil rough #I tried to oil the hinges but they still squeaked and just taking out the last paragraph entirely was an improvement #I forgot how much it shows sometimes when I’m just ready to be done w a scene lol #shay hex

[toomuchdickfort]

Important update on the catboyfriends: sometimes they squish each other’s cheeks gently while listening to a story. This doesn’t interrupt anything, it’s just for the sake of messing w the other’s face :)

#character rambles #elysur #Neil Sterling #Matthew Haset #cyrn o'neal

[toomuchdickfort]

[He’s beautiful, she thinks. He looks better in her midnight dress than she does, even though she thought it would have been a little bit big. He’s pulled gold ribbon through the lacing holes in the back, and he’s wrapped the excess around his waist and tied it into a bow, with the ends of it nearly trailing down to the lowest part of the skirt, at his heels. The gold matches the gold patterning that’s growing at his shoulders and hips and the tips of his horns, and the deep blue, star-patterned velvet of the dress is reminiscent of his hair, with its occasional stray white and grey strands. His long hair is pulled back into a thick braid which he’s pulled over his left shoulder, to counter his uneven horns.

When he offers her a hand, for just a moment, she thinks about pulling him into a kiss, but… he spent so long on his lipstick. It would be a shame to ruin it before they even make it to the party. It’s still tempting, of course, but… she’s feeling nice. For now.

Instead she presses a couple quick kisses to the silvery freckles that run along the back of his right hand. They’re a fairly recent discovery, and she can’t help but wonder where he picked these ones up. Not that he’ll know any better than she does, of course… but she wants to ask what he thinks, sometime.

When he laughs, there’s something metallic to the sound of it, and he gives her that smile that used to scare her, just a little, with his too-long fangs and his too-sharp teeth.

He’s like something out of a story… a beautiful creature come from the forest to steal her away from her home for who knows how long. And he did, she supposes… although, she never would have expected to enjoy being stolen away quite so much.]

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#cyrn o'neal #writing #elysur #this is the thing I wrote last night :) #w the new dragon dude :) #idk what his name is gonna be yet but rn hes got azure as a placeholder name #may or may not stick #we’ll see #azure veil #edit bc I’m adding his name tag: it did stick lol #he’s blue dabadi

[toomuchdickfort]

What if I put all my Ferrent email drafts in one post so I don’t feel as weird about not being able to finish them

[“I thought you were dead.”

There’s a sort of hum in Ferrent’s chest as every part of them says it, and Cliff laughs.

“I’m too stubborn to go down that easy.”

He reaches out for Ferrent’s hand and pulls them into a hug, patting their arm as he steps back again.

“It’s good to see you, again, Lode.”]

-

[Ferrent didnt expect to start telling any of them about this… much less Corvid’s new boyfriend. They’d never seen him before a week ago.

Arguably, *Ferrent* had never seen any of them. But thinking like that gives them a headache.

“It’s harder, at first. Being one person. All your broken things have to find some way to fit together, and… I don’t think we were made to deal with that.”

They’re not really sure what he’s doing, but they know the feeling of magic pulling away from them well enough to recognize it now, where his hand rests in their own. His own magic’s hum only makes the scars down the length of their thumb and up the bones of their arm itch, rather than the usual ache and pulse.

“It’s also harder… to think. I’m me, of course, but I’m also them.”]

-

[Their hand would get warm, warm enough to feel it through the clothes and to heat the air around them slightly, and then there would be a burst of energy that runs through Laris. A sort of energy like waking up at the perfect time after the best nap, and the next pulse carries magic. Almost everything that Ferrent has at their disposal, at the moment, even if that… wasn’t exactly their plan. And then they would pull their hand back with a hiss, shaking it like they’d stuck it into near-boiling water. Not that it does much good, beyond wanting to try *something*.

“Voids, fate and death fucking damn those things… shit! I’m” They go on cursing, but… it all just devolves into foul language.

Their voice is just a little bit off… a bit grittier than usual,]

-

[Ferrent is faceup in the grass, and their jacket is draped across their stomach, with their hands folded on top.

The grass is softer than they’d remembered. And it prickles against their skin more than they’d expected. And the breeze is warmer over their scars and cooler over their face and they can feel where an ant climbs over their arm on its way, presumably, home.

They can feel their pulse in the base of each palm, where magic was etched into their skin, and at the back of their neck, and they could count the seconds with it, in this moment, they would bet.]

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#cyrn o'neal #writing #elysur #Ferrent Stone #aegis blackstone #realizing once again that cliff and Laris don’t have last names yet. oops #anyway 3/4 of these are like. Ferrent hanging out with lode’s friends and getting progressively more uncomfortable Bc they don’t know how to #be like ya no the look change isn’t just a Choice #they tell aegis and he’s like yeah you’re right that is kinda confusing #and then things go bad and they dip #with apologies of course but #the last scene was gonna turn into a crisis but. I simply don’t have the energy to write that rn #so y’all get all these drafts I’m not gonna finish Bc. yeah.