#pyrian

[hoarding-stories]

Suvi. Look at me.

I invoke my name, I invoke the tower of the sword, the Citadel, white sand. I invoke the council of the Pyrian dome. By all these powers do I lay on thee this quest:

The artifact before thee, made of glass and wood. It falls to you to carry it into the heart of the library of the witch that lies in the far northernmost point of our world, to hide it therein and open it.

To then ensure that some companion of that place, not of the Citadel, shall for some reason of your finding raise their voice in song.

That the box then be collected and returned to the ship.

This compulsion I lay upon you, to be fulfilled at any cost.

- The Geas cast on Suvi by Steel

#worlds beyond number #wbn #wbn spoilers #wwwo #wwwo spoilers #holy shit #things took a hard turn #and she didn't even choose to make the save

[wofdesignhub]

I’m gonna draw a dragon again soon so quick rant

You know one thing I REALLY hate in wings of fire? There’s a tiny, little inconsistency throughout the books. And that’s the sizes of scavengers to the dragons. Because I’m just gonna say it here: the “canonical” size comparison such as the picture below makes NO SENSE considering how everything else is just conveniently a decent size for a dragon. And trust me, we WILL get to it being “canonical”

A mango can fit a dragons palm when it should clearly be tiny as the actual love I have for this book series. What about cows? How come they’re described to be massive enough to feed a whole dragon? They should be like a candy bar to those things! And don’t get me started on how completely unrealistic it is for a sloth to be big enough to wrap itself around a rainwing’s neck. Like that must be some pretty massive sloths around that should ABSOLUTELY be massive compared to a scavenger.

Also the funny part about that pic I showed you? Yeah well scrap that cuz that’s also pretty inaccurate. We were to believe in the VERY EARLY books that scavengers are like hamsters to dragons. Literally the size of their right toe. Also also the fact that Smolder is like 50 years old AND also also also the fact that dragons keep growing as they age, then that just tells us that these scavenger are way, WAY bigger to these dragons. Especially if Flower here is the size of his FOREARM!

“Oh, but the islands are more suited for dragons! Of course everything will be big!” You cry out! Yet it is implied that scavengers were the dominant race BEFORE The Scorching, and even if that was a whole lotta years ago, then that must’ve been the FASTEST evolution process in the south coast yet.

And it STILL gets worse! Scavengers, even after being concluded to be the size of hamsters to dragons, Tui is constantly and very much maliciously switching the sizes of these scavengers to fit the plot because she has never figured out what she ever wants. Winter keeps Bandit in what’s implied to be some.. hamster cage? Okay, so he must be pretty damn tiny, which makes some amount of sense considering he’s probably a… teenager… I mean, okay, sure, whatever, I’ll let it slide- wait! But so is Winter! Winter is bigger than Qibli, sure, but neither of them are any bigger than other fully grown dragons! Winter is a teenage dragonet! So how small is Bandit?? How small is he compared to a- and let me emphasize- a FULL GROWN DRAGON!!!?? What!!!

And by the way, have you SEEN the actual cover of Dragonslayer??? Look at that and TELL me how completely unrealistic it is if we are to believe scavengers are the size of a dragon’s forearm

Also also also ALSO in book 14 Daffodil is shown tossing and catching Bumblebee who had just hatched and this is just unnatural and biologically confusing to think about. HOW is Daffodil bigger than a newborn dragonet? And this makes even LESS SENSE when you realize that it’s been implied that a newborn dragonet is the same size as a regular sized scavenger ACCORDING to the fact that it’s really easy to pick up a baby dragonet by the hand COMPARED to the size of Flower to Smolder’s hand in the picture??? HOW? Tell me how, Tui!! How is this possible!! And don’t you dare tell me that “oh! Pantalan dragons are smaller than Pyrian!” Because that is just ludicrous to me. I will LAUGH at you if you tell me otherwise because that is just a cheap way to excuse any of this. There has NEVER been any quote of Luna or any other Silkwing, Hivewing, or Leafwing being significantly shorter than a Pyrian dragon. 

I should really cut to the chase but I’ve… never liked Tui’s writing. I don’t like that she avoids criticism of her writing. She has great ideas and is so creative in the world of WOF but for most works she’s either rushing it or coming up with something on the spot. And neither are good if they’re not thought out well enough! All of the endings to the arcs are bad and poorly thought out. The logic in how specific stuff works is just terrible. Arc 3 is just a NOTHING arc full of NOTHING characters (except maybe Snowfall and some of the Leafwings they’re… fine). I’m sorry but as much as I “pretend” to like WOF, and I REALLY mean it when I say “pretend”, but this book makes me get an aneurysm the more I really look deep into it. I am beyond terrified of looking into the guidebook because I KNOW there will be inaccuracies, confusion, and Tui slamming down whatever ideas she has without a second thought. I already know she put the weird and unnecessary mudwing mating rituals!!

Anyways, drawing that stupid blue and yellow rainwing later, I don’t want to go and look for her name now, goodnight everyone, don’t talk to me

#wings of fire

[somethingclevermahogony]

Worldbuilding in Five

I was tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks ! Thank you!

So last time I introduced you all to Labisa, the birthplace of Ninma and where Narul spent most of his early life (he was actually born in the city of Syshlum). For this round I will introduce you to the birthplace of Ninma's cousin, Akard.

The City of Nashawey, the Jewel of the Putla.

I hope y'all are ready for a lot of lore dumping, this is more a history of Apuna as a whole rather than just Nashawey.

Nashawey (Apunian Nashases = Royal name, Wey = City/Village) is the largest city in both the land of Apuna and the entire continent of Pyritia. Its population is roughly equivalent to that of Labisa in Kishetal, though the city itself is less densely populated and covers a far larger area. The city sits at the southern edge of the Putla Delta, where the great river forks into Dja, Wadi, and Bus. The fertile and reliable nature of the Putla has allowed Nashawey and by extension the kingdom of Apuna to retain a level of prosperity and stability unmatched among the other cultures of the Green Sea. A Fapacha has ruled from the throne of Nashawey, or else from one of the neighboring cities, uninterrupted for approximately 4,300 years (save for a 30 year interruption in which a Namutian successfully seized the Apunian throne, the Namutian Dynasty has been almost entirely erased from all records and history), representing the reigns of 223 rulers (189 Men, 34 Women).

The Apunians are among the oldest civilizations in the world and their origins are linked to the confluence of several prehistoric populations.

After the events of the Calamity and the subsequent destruction of 92% of all human life and the complete destruction of all non-subterranean settlements, most surviving humans dwelled within the mountain sanctuaries of a number of kindly spirits over a period of roughly 300-500 years.

The Apunian culture has roots in three of these mountain populations, the Red Cedars, The Babics, and The Pyrians in addition to several southern Pyritian populations. This also means that the Apunians are distantly related to not only their Pyrian neighbors but also the original inhabitants of the Kishic Peninsula.

The first people to inhabit the land that would later become Apuna were primarily hunter-gathers. These tribes and bands were highly spiritual and interacted regularly with spirits and had dealings with the various beasts and monstrosities which shared their environment. At that time the region was far more lush than it now is, and supported great herds of fauna and a startling array of plant life. It is in this era that the first inklings of the later Apunian medicinal, cosmetic, and potion-making tradition were developed. Climatic changes gradually dried up the plains and marshes of northern Pyritia, in time forming the sweeping Kusr Desert.

These changes forced the gradual separation of the Hunter-Gathers into distinct groups. The Peri peoples traveled west, settling on the strip of land between the Pyrian Mountains and the Green Sea Coast, they are the ancestors of the modern Pyrian tribes.

Others ventured south mixing with southern populations, either embracing a desert lifestyle or settling along the eastern plains and coast of Pyritia, these groups, collectively called the Namutians and Aguru.

A small group took to the sea, settling on the island of Knosh.

The last and largest group settled on the banks of the Putla River, where the verdant environment of the Pre-Desert era was preserved. These Proto-Apunians quickly adopted an agricultural lifestyle, forming some of the first wide-scale settlements in the Green Sea Region.

These Proto-Apunians were composed of four distinct kingdoms or "Namu", each ruling one branch of the Putla; these branches now bear their names; Dja, Wadi, Bus, and Putla.

Feuds between the rulers (Pachas) of these kingdoms was commonplace. 400 years of near constant warfare and bickering between these lands would end with the imperialistic ambitions of the ruler of Putla, a man by the name of Nabur. Nabur, alongside his beloved son, Nashases, would lead an attack on the other three Namu, with intention of conquering them and thus uniting the Apunian people.

At the Battle of the Fork, Nabur and Nashases clashed against the other three kingdoms, and though outnumbered it is said that Nabur had earned the divine approval of not only the governing spirits of the River but of the Gods themselves. Legend tells how the river itself rose from its bed and swept away the Pachas of the other kingdoms. This story may actually have some grain of truth as it certainly does seem that the Fapacha is closely associated with the spirits of the river, just one source of the throne's great authority.

While victory was won for the Putla it came at a great price. Nashases was slain in the conflict. Heartbroken, Nabur buried his son where he fell, ordering the construction of a massive underground complex. In order to protect his son's body from desecration he then built his own palace atop his grave. The city of Nashawey or the city of Nashases, spread out from there.

Nabur named himself the first Great Pacha or "Fapacha" and dubbed his newly united kingdom, Apuna, which stems from the Apunian word Apna which is roughly translated to "Unity through Duty."

The Fapacha and his line is believed to be divinely ordained and Apunian faith dictates that upon their death, Fapachas will join the divine council held responsible for the judgment of the dead.

The greatest symbol of royal power in Fapacha is the Royal Scepter. Made from meteoric iron, mahogany, gold, and most importantly; Arkodian Bronze, the exact origin of the snake shaped weapon is unclear, that it was first held by the 10th Fapacha, Ankuwet. In addition to being made from such precious materials, the weapon houses a fire spirit, allowing its user to conjure flame at will. It is among the last remnants of an ancient tradition among the peoples of the Green Sea for royalty to pass down magical weapons. This staff gives the Fapacha one of their aliases, The Lord of Fires.

Apunian civilization is almost entirely confined to the shores of the Putla river, with the desert being only very sparsely occupied by nomadic groups.

Following in the tradition of Nashases, Fapachas are renowned for their massive underground tombs, called Djawda. Labyrinth-like mazes carved into the stone of the desert are meant to deter robbers from breaching the tombs. Often these tombs include artificial rivers and depictions of the night sky. Hundreds of workers are required to excavate these huge structures.

Every major city in Apuna contains at least one palace, meant to act as the residence of the Fapacha and his family when visiting. Apunian palaces are relatively small compared to their neighbors to the north, however they are no less luxurious. It is common practice for new Fapacha to dismantle and reconstruct palaces to better suit their own preferences after taking the throne. The grand palace at Nashawey is the one exception. The palace at Nashawey is unique in that it is primarily constructed from stone rather than mudbrick.

The largest structure in Nashawey, is the famed Gateway. This massive structure stretches across the Putla River where it acts as a sort of tollbooth but also as a defensive structure. The Gateway was constructed by the Fapacha Rutamatep five-hundred years before the events of The Testaments of the Green Sea. The gate itself is composed primarily of sandstone and marble with heavy gilding on its columns. Carvings depict various stories and battles from both the Fapacha who ordered its construction and his successors. It is not unusual for Fapacha to have the carvings of their predecessors chiseled away in order to make room for their own pieces. The Gate is the first thing that visitors see upon entering the city.

Nashawey is home to 45 temples, which double as administrative centers, the largest of which is dedicated to the god, Nur. The all male priesthood of Nur, the god of agriculture and the divine seed, are forbidden from marriage or intercourse with one exception; they may marry and sleep with each other. Marriages of the Priests of Nur are treated as religious events, with both priests dressing in the garb of the God.

Apunian fashion is very bright and colorful, most Apunians wear at least one kind of jewelry. Gemstones are very popular in Apuna, especially as a part of jewelry and woven into clothing and hair-beads. Apunians are also the only major power in the Green Sea that regularly utilizes makeup/body paint. Cosmetics (as well as perfumes) are a major industry in Nashawey. Additionally Apuna is renowned for just how much gold it uses and has access to, even poorer Apunians are likely to have at least one golden bauble. It is said that even an Apunian beggar will sparkle in the sunlight. Most clothing in Apuna is made of colored linen, Apunians are famous for just how vibrant their dyes are. Textiles, alongside grain, are the biggest Apunian exports. 

The city lacks the great defensive walls of Kishite cities as in a sense, the desert acts as a wall in and of itself, thus why the Gateway defends the river.

Apuna is famed not only for the skill of its plantbrews, but also its sages. As a result the city of Nashawey has entire districts entirely dedicated to these professions. Apunian potions and medicines are widely viewed as the best in the Green Sea.

Aside from the palace the city is divided into 45 separate neighborhoods or districts, each of these districts is constructed around a temple/administrative center to which taxes are distributed. 

Tagging @illarian-rambling , @wylanzahn , @roach-pizza , @treesandwords , @mk-writes-stuff , @americanfemcel , and @abalonetea

#worldbuilding #worldbuilding in five #tag game! #testamentsofthegreensea #fantasy #fantasy writing #fantasy world #world building #writeblr #writing #fantasy worldbuilding

[writingonesdreams]

Bloodless Heir x Tears of Iron AU

I have been daydreaming this scene in the car today. This is Zephyr and my gang being actual part of Bloodless heir universe as Pyrians, living and fighting (secretly against) under the Usurper, waiting for a good leader to support. I rarely know the lore so well as to dare to do this, but ofc I also might be off. Enjoy.😂

For @bloodlessheirbyjacques

Part 2 here

Zephyr put the water glass down on the table and threw himself into the seat, finally having a break, when someone marched in through the front door.

"We are closed!" He called, hoping to get rid of the intruder. The bar that was actually a training room late at night was exhausting as it was. Maybe he should close up sooner. Oh well. He didn't want to be suspicious. They lived in the Usurper's land after all.

The man ignored him and took his sweet time walking through the bar as if he owned the place. Zephyr wiped at the sweat forming at his face - the heat was terrible today - and stood up abruptly. "I'm very sorry Sir, but we are truly-"

Zephyr stopped in his tracks, his brain shortcircuting.

The man, well dressed in a fancy coat and styled hair...looked very similar to...no it couldn't be...Usurper's son was exiled some years ago...last time Zephyr asked around for him, they said he sailed away somewhere...

"Not a bar at all?" Elijah asked, smirking at him as if exiled princes appeared in underground bars in the capital city all the time.

"I don't know what-"

"Let's cut the chit chat and shallow lies. Yes, I know what you have been doing here, training young Pyrian fire mages, that instead to military came to you. You have gathered some nice numbers I hear. You have been causing ruckus and making schemes. Hidden. Secret. In the shadows, not daring to step into the light of the volcanoes." Elijah looked at him cunningly, observing him from head to toe. Like he was measuring if Zephyr really fit such a reputation. "To do what you really want to do," he whispered in a conspiratory voice.

"This could be the end of hidden crawling in the dark. The true heir of Pyria has returned. I'm offering you to be part of the revolution that's coming."

Guy could make a life-threatening risk sound like a kind offer, Zephyr would give him that. But that was about all that spoke in his favour.

Zephyr sighted, throwing the dirty rag he cleaned the tables with over his shoulder. Transforming from the nice and polite barkeeper, average and inferior, eager to please and easy to forget to the persona he showed his students. The person he was polishing, preparing, keeping in the dark for the right opportunity for the truth.

The man opposite him was cunning and a smooth-talker, and maybe he even really was Elijah, the exiled prince. Which wasn't really helping his case.

Two could play this game.

"You are his son." Zephyr said, eyes blazing. "Just make good with daddy and the throne is yours. That's hardly a revolution."

Elijah narrowed his eyes, noticing the change in demeanour. His smile didn't waver though.

"No. Someone else. I said true hair, didn't I?"

Zephyr let his surprise and scepticism show. Every gesture and word were a chess move here and he had to be careful.

Who could he mean? Who would be a true heir? Only King Ezekiel's kids...could they have survived? But those are just fairytales...

"Well? Are you and your guys in?"

He really didn't like Elijah's smug face.

"Listen, buddy. You can't seriously expect me to promise anything on a rumour and some riddled hints."

Zephyr walked closer. He needed to see his reaction, he needed to see past the masks and bravado about what was truly going on here. And if this wasn't a trap and he didn't just give himself out.

"I don't know what's true. There is no truth. That was the first thing that died here with the royal family more than a decade ago." Zephyr jabbed his finger into Elijah's chest, calm steel in his voice.

"What I know, is that whatever you are planning with this 'revolution', you need allies. Meaning you need me, much more than I need you. So if you want to make any deals, what about you show up with your 'true heir' and convince me?"

Elijah clicked his tounge, throwing a quick threatening look towards Zephyr's hand. Then he, infuriatingly, dared to grin again.

"I'll convince you just fine, if that's what you want. Let's meet up. Today at midnight. Same place. Bring your most trusted. You will get to meet the real deal, legends and heirs."

Elijah turned to leave, nonchalantly sealing a deal for time and place to Zephyr's advantage. Was he that arrogant? That fearless? That stupid? Was this all a trick?

Was this all really the truth?

Elijah turned back once, just before opening the door. "We'll see who needs who."

I have been daydreaming this scene for a scenario where Zephyr, Skye, Leander and Kieran are Pyrians living under the Usurper, secretly training others, that could help put Astrea to get the throne. I'm ofc tototally clueless about how the second book and the fight itself will go, so this just my theory - fanfiction - of how it could look like after her arrival in Pyria. I'm not sure if Skye is Pyrian too, do they have immigrants from other lands as well? And do all magics need to be from royal blood lines if they aren't common or corrupted? If this was the case, I was thinking they would mostly be fire mages, with Skye really interested in other countries an cultures, aiming to be a Pyrian diplomatic representative and fascinated by all kinds of magic, and esp taking interest in the corrupt and the combined ones, making her very curious about Astrea. Zephyr is just the same, someone who likes to train and help people and is really skilled in fighting and magic. I just imagine Usurper Pyria like a dictatorship, and this is how my parents grew up and it's a history I'm drawn to for its horribleness and the bravery of those who looked for ways to fight and not get killed by the regime. So the gang would totally train and fight and look for a new heir, and be very sceptic about that heir and about Elijah,...idk stop me if this is waaaay off.🤣

#writeblr #wip crossover #bloodless heir x tears of iron au #my writing #Zephyr #Elijah #these two meeting what can I say XD

[the-void-writes]

Happy Blorbsday!

Purely for my own self interest (it's for science) for Val, Cyrus, Will, Rio, Jason, Dante, Henry, Gazali, Frank, Pedra, Josephine, and Sophie... (feel free to add whoever else you'd like because I'm surely forgetting some babes)... list off their favourite elements and why!

(types of elements are unspecified you can go with Pokemon, Avatar, BH elements, whatever you're feeling 😈).

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

@bloodlessheirbyjacques This was super fun, thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰

I kind of answered this with the idea that they would be able to control the element, in a way. And I took a bit from each of the things you listed to get a bigger variety of elements ☺️

Val - Earth! They love gardens and nature, so they’d get a kick out of manipulating the earth or plants.

Cyrus - He loves water. It’s a soothing sensation, and he believes it carries both physically and spiritually cleansing properties.

Rio - Earth, because I once saw that scene from ATLA of an earth-bender flipping an entire tank, and he’d want to do that so bad 🤣

Henry - This one site says electricity counts as an element, and Henry would be all for it. Powering everything with a single touch.

Jason - Bird dad loves air! He’d honestly try to use it like Will does 🥰

Will - I mean, he’s the air master 🤣 But he might go for earth, too, just to make some pretty plants.

Dante - I feel like no one would trust him with it, but fire 😂 Something to match his passion (Forgive me, I’m thinking of Pyrian-AU Dante in a lava pool ❤️‍🔥)

Gazali - Water fits the most because that’s how people get to Paradise, but if light was counted as an element, he already controls that and has an absolute ball making small stars and stuff.

Frank - That site also said ice counts, and I think Frank would like that, the ability to instantly cool a machine or a patient when they’re hurt.

Pedra and Josephine - Fire for both 🥰 They’re feisty and spirited, and they love each other so much.

Sophie - Does metal count as its own thing, or is it part of earth? Either way, she would love to work with that. She’d be a mini-Magneto 🤣

#writeblr #writing community #blorbo blursday

[kiwi-kuns-art-tumb]

WRITING/WORLDBUILDING GIRLIES I NEED YOUR HELP I AM STUCK

SO With my main writing project, the Solar Sailors Project, I've been doing some reworks to some of the larger factions. One of them, the Pyrian Sultanate, are an Abhuman (catboy/doggirl/genetically modified human) Ethnostate that was formed by a Slave/Workers revolution and subsequent Diaspora, because in this setting, manufactured persons were used for slave labor in many parts of a redeveloping human space.

before this, the Pyrian Sultanate was a constitutional Monarchy with surrounding loyal feifdoms that were semi-autonomous.

but now, I want to re-tool it into something different and more believable, and maybe a little less mired in Rhetoric.

also no, I'm not making the faction fascist.

[starfallensea]

A rising star in the Pyrian Armada, Captain Shalla Vir has her sights set on the Admiral's seat. She has uncovered ancient Pyrian necromancy, and secretly combines it with her wind-shaping to inflict lethargy and fear on enemy ships, while spreading the energy across her crew.

#starfallenlore #starfallenbarathan #starfallenhoraltic #starfallenpyrian

[thefrogwild]

Nearing the end of the year, so here's a batch of commissions I've been saving. Big thank you to my friend Jace who requested all of these! 💎🌷🔥

#full color #other people's ocs #commission #dnd #gia #kayda #pyrian #personal fav

[revasnaslan]

an abridged list of things hec-tor is confused about wrt etherian biology:

“why are all your voices so high-pitched when you’re not squeaking and chirping?? doesn’t that hurt your throats??”

“why does king micah have hair on his face?? none of the other etherians do, is it a sign of age?? or merit and superiority??”

"you smell through your noses????? how do you use your echolocation???????"

#rev's rambling again #where one fell tag #in order (an explanation for his confusion): #pyrians typically have pretty deep voices (baritone/contralto being the most common) #pyrians do not have facial hair #pyrians smell using a specialized gland on the roofs of their mouths #their nasal ridges function more with their echolocation abilities #the idea of one of the etherians trying to explain sex characteristics to hec-tor #who is a member of a single-sexed species #is also pretty funny ngl

[luckydzaddehcollective]

"AN AFTERGLOW OF ASHES© by Axel Laigo"

Release date: August 5, 2021

Website: www.axongfairauthor.com

Grab your copy in Lazada or Shopee.

What's Christmas without any magic, eh? 😉

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DISCLAIMER1: This book was given to me for free in exchange for an honest book review.

🔥 ALL ABREWED and THANK AMIANAE 🍂

‖ COME ONE AND COME ALL TO THE LAND OF TIDALUS! WHERE ITS PINK AFTERGLOWS AND NATURESQUE LAYOUT GIVE YOU A PEEK THROUGH THE LAND OF WIND. ‖

I have finally finished reading this wonderfully MAGICAL, tear-jerking book! I would like to sincerely thank Kuya Axel for giving me this opportunity even though this was long overdue, for that I apologize to you Kuya, Amianae, and Bagathion. I feel these two Gods were face-palming at me when I was feeling unmotivated to continue the book. BUT finally, I finished it. Hurrah!

WARNING: This review is intended for educational purposes and helps the author with his book. The review contains slight spoilers of the book. Read if you dare *Sheldon's laugh* mwoahahaha

TWO WORDS:

COFFEE 👏🏻 BARS 👏🏻

You guys have no idea when I first set my eyes on these two words, I've been craving for them like crazy. HOHOHO, let's not forget Calor's ICED MINT COFFEE. 😫 Ugh, what I'd give for me to have those on a humid day and chilling with my friends. Laughter, the clinking of mugs, the sweet pastries. Kyaaahh! Stop me I'm drooling! >_< Enough about my cravings, onto the review~~~ *wind effect lol*

DISCLAIMER2: In my review, this is based on what I interpreted from the book and what was going on inside my mind, so like yeah a peep in my subconsciousness, CHAR ahahaha. Please expect that it might not be in a formal or professional tone because my mind does not talk like that but 'twill not be in a rude sense or manner in case some of you readers might think it's offensive or whatnot. I assure you it's not. 🤣

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🍃 CHARACTERS and NAMES:

⁕ The Chief's Daughter and the Twelve Pyrians - I'm going to say that I already love the names of the protagonists. When I first encountered this name I felt confused like "Huh? How did he come up with that name?" Want me to say the name? GRAB A COPY TO SEE IT YOURSELF~ hihi.

A million applause for Kuya with his name construction and wit. In all honesty, I thought the names were PUNS and I was dreading the punchlines. Alas 'twas not what I thought it was. Also, one thing I observed is that their names FIT IN with their personalities. The two siblings' names had a medieval ring to them and had completely opposite personalities. The eldest having had the heaviest expectation brought upon the Chief for him to be polished as heir. The second child, having her Mother's beliefs and has the same viewpoint which is frowned upon in Tidalus. Not going to lie, I felt frustrated and was the reason I stopped reading the book for a while. I couldn't bear the feelings she was feeling and made me think about my own. It gave me sad and annoyed feelings, but as I progressed from the story, all was clear as water. No more heightened feelings just peace. Well done kuya, well done *slow clap* 😄

The Pyrian names were adorable and just like what I said it really fitted with their personalities. I'd love to give you some of the names (which I already had if you paid close attention) but GRAB A COPY to discover these dudes and fall in love with each and every one of them. 😉 Let's just say, they are what every girl's fantasy, mostly mine tho, but why not share with the rest of the pack. huehue

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🍃 PUNS:

⁕ The writer did👏🏻not👏🏻disappoint with his promise of puns. As you start the story you get a dose of it already (BEETRICE!) I'm sorry I already love that name 🤣. What I like about it is that it's CONSISTENT. Constant and consistent. I tried formulating some puns of my own but failed, you really can't beat the writer's wit and silliness. BUT, as I progressed to the story I kinda went Calor mode wherein I have had enough of Alain's puns. It was funny but I facepalmed to some of them. Does that mean I'm old and can't have fun anymore? ಥ_ಥ Time. Cruel thing. But my old bones should not hinder you guys to GRAB YOUR OWN COPY. 😉

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🍃 THE STORY ITSELF:

⁕ Here are some highlights of the book that really left an impression on me.

- Redraven and Smokeraven - My heart just can't with mythical creatures, they're my Achilles heel. Although somehow I felt like it needed an illustrative understanding, a drawing something like that. But even if there was no picture the characteristics were clear. Kinda scary if you ask me because of the red beady eyes haha. However, you'll change perspective when you meet the little guy Blackjack, again another punful name, GRAB A COPY TO LEARN MORE ABOUT HIM 😉

- "That's just how it is." - This 👏🏻 line 👏🏻. This was said by Gustoff when he was squabbling with Janaia. I also felt bad for Gustoff with the experiences he had to face alone bearing the expectations his father threw at him and with the unfortunate event that happened earlier in the story. I mean I understand, he's the eldest but c'mon, Give the man some space to breathe. But, thank god for Janaia getting him on the right path again before he became like their Father. Woohoo! The development on this part left me in tears and relieved. No more tension, just hope.

- "Spicy food is where the world is at" - I AGREE, WHOLEHEARTEDLY! *plays Spicy by CL* I salute the author for acknowledging spicy ehehe. It's hard to find books that would portray their characters as both Spicy food lovers. As a spicy-food lover myself, I drooled at all their delish food. Curse you kuya, cravings will be the death of me haha.

- Springtime Sunshine vs. Late Night Lights (Themes) - I was so shocked when I realized it even if the author did not intend it. Janaia is a Ventite user, she controls the wind. Calor is a Pyrite user, he controls fire. Mush their ideas, Spring because of the cool breeze that often happens during that time. Late Night because of the fire Calor controls. My gosh, sometimes I shock myself with these discoveries (even if they were plainly obvious, to begin with).

- Sebastian and Serena - Hmmmm, Romeo and Juliet is that you? 🤔 Theater play, Alain as the lead role, it all fits. Haha. But I am not entirely sure, since what I have emphasized with disclaimer2, it's what my mind interpreted when I was reading the book. Not a lot was said about them but I would love to watch a 'Sebastian and Serena' play. 😉

- FLINTLOCK - I really racked my brain on where I heard that similar name before and it was a big sigh of relief when I realized who it was. The ever silly Flin Lockwood from 'Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs' guy. However, the inventor of the famed Spray-on Shoes or the FLDSMDFR would turn out to be... *dun tun tun* eevil, want to know what he did? GRAB A COPY TO KNOW 😉 ( and no, I will not stop advertising about the book 🤣)

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OVERALL, this book is worth the read and is full of surprises ❤️ If you're a fantasy lover like me this one is a fresh one for you to add to your collection. I would like to congratulate Kuya Axel, again, on the release of his debut book "An Afterglow of Ashes". Magic, mystery, friendship with romance budding in the air. This will not disappoint.

That's all for my review and I hope to see you guys in the land of Tidalus! May Amianae guide you~

ALL ABREWED! 🔥🍂

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[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Intro: Wadikir the Lord of Oaths

Hello everyone! Here is Wadikir, Bidani, Oligarch of Chibal and "The Lord of Oaths" he was the winner of the last Character intro poll, I will be posting the next round shortly after this!

Name: Wadikir

The name Wadikir is a pseudo-noble name based on the noble name Adikur. Names like this are meant to emmulate the prestige of noble naming conventions for those whose blood is not noble. Though Wadikir is among the wealthiest and most powerful individuals in all of Kishetal, he and his family are not technically noble by blood, nor have they been given a noble title by a king. Here is an explanation of Kishic Noble names.

Continues below the cut!

Family:

Father: Enkamish, Merchant and Bidani (Dead)

Mother: Kadira, Merchants daughter, originally from Fifna (Dead)

Brother: Hubaru, Merchant and Bidani heir (Dead)

Sister: Buruna, Currently married to a minor Ikopeshi chieftain (Alive)

Nephew: Warut, Currently with his mother (Alive)

No children

No Partner

Homeland/Place of Origin

The Palace (Bidanlum) of Chibal, Chibal, Coastal Region of Kishetal

Ethnicity

Coastal Kishite

History

To properly understand Wadikir it is necessary to understand a little about the City-State of Chibal.

The city was founded shortly after the settlement and conquest of Western Kishetal by Tamel roughly 1,400 years before the birth of Narul.

While initially part of the Kishite Empire under the 500 year reign Tamel, Chibal would be amongst the first of the Kishite cities to declare independece after the death of Tamel and the subsequent war against and destruction of Arkodai.

The first king of Chibal, Adikar participated minimally in the civil wars preceding the end of the empire and chose instead to expand economically, creating the Palace of a Thousand Stone Trees, the original name for the grand palatial complex which stands at the center of the city.

The line of Adikar itself would end 300 years later after his descendant, also named Adikar, vanished along with an entire fleet of ships. In the subsequent chaos, a group of 14 powerful merchants, calling themselves the Bidani, named for their leader Bidan, seized control. Subsequently Chibal became an Aristocratic Oligarchy, controlled by a council of powerful merchants, elected and nominated by that same council. Historically the number of members has fluctuated between 6 and 20.

Along with claiming ownership of the Palace (renamed Bidanlum or Home of the Bidani), the Bidani would begin the construction of a massive library.

This library, The Hall of Oaths, is the largest collection of tablets, scrolls, books, and artifacts in the Green Sea. Also called the Hall of Secrets, the hall is infamous for the secrets which it carries, secrets which have historically allowed the Bidani to hold considerable power over much of Kishetal.

Wadikir was born the middle child of the Bidani, Enkamish and the Fifnian, Kadira. Enkamish had secured his place on the council through his aggressive and far-reaching control of the copper flow into the city as well as his contributions to the city's considerable slave trade.

From a young age, Enkamish's eldest son, Hubaru, was groomed to follow his father's path and to eventually take his father's seat as a Bidani.

Wadikir was born seven years after Hubaru, his father did not attend the birth as he was embroiled in a rather intense auction over a ram.

Kadira died of unknown causes shortly after the birth of Wadikir's sister, Buruna. Wadikir was two years old.

Wadikir and Buruna, were in large part ignored by their father. The care of both of these children primarily fell to Nutia, the Pyrian wetnurse/slave purchased by Enkamish.

Around the age of 19, Hubaru was given three ships and named an official partner of Enkamish. Hubaru would go on to follow his father, becoming a copper merchant. Hubaru was known for his friendly attitude and charisma, however his business sense was lacking, and somewhat ironically he had trouble keeping track of his finances.

While Enkamish showered his attention on Hubaru and Buruna was fawned on by local boys and her nanny, Wadikir ingratiated himself with the other members of the Bidani. He became a constant facet around the palace, working on various errands and chores, among other things for the old merchants of the city. Thus from a young age, Wadikir was able to compile a sizeable mental portfolio on the upper levels of Chibalic society. Rather than receiving a ship from his father, as Hubaru had, Wadikir was gifted a ship and crew by the Master of the Hall of Oaths, Renatu, one of the older members of the Bidani. Wadikir used the knowledge of trade routes and international politics learned from the halls and bedrooms of the Bidani to quickly weasel his way into the trading retinues and good graces of several Korithian lords (and their wives, sons, and daughters). At the age of 20, Wadikir was already among the most prominent traders of Korithian oils and resins to not only Chibal but the entire western coast of Kishetal.

Around this time Wadikir became closer to his sister, and became aware of her affair with her father's slave, Kumad. Though at this time, none of them were aware that Buruna was pregnant. This fame did not escape the attention of Enkamish or Hubaru. The confrontation between Wadikir and his brother and father was a fiery one which resulted in Wadikir being ejected from the family manor.

Perhaps as a way of punishing her for not taking his side in the argument, Wadikir sent a letter to his father detailing Buruna's involvement with Kumad. Enkamish sold off Kumad and promised Buruna, who was visibly pregnant at this point, to an Ikopeshi chieftain, where the shame of her impropriety would be kept far away. Wadikir himself untied the last rope on the ship which would take his sister away from her homeland forever.

Wadikir through an almost unanimous vote (all but Enkamish) was allowed to take up residence in the Palace itself. Hubaru's business would continue to flounder, while Wadikir's continued to soar. Hubaru's reputation was certainly not helped by the vicious rumors that Wadikir spread; including that it hadn't been the slave at all but Hubaru who had impregnated his own sister. Though these accusations had no basis in fact they did have the desired effect.

Wadikir began to dress lavishly in Apunian jewelry and eastern silks, many of which were gifts sent by his various clients.

Renatu, Master of the Hall of Oaths, passed around this time, his position thus going unfilled. Around this time Wadikir began to spend more time within the Hall, taking note of the various records and secrets kept within.

At the Festival of the Fall Harvest, a drunken Hubaru would confront Wadikir. The confrontation ended in a physical altercation, though drunk, Hubaru was far bigger and stronger than his younger sibling, and handily beat Wadikir, breaking his nose in the process. Wadikir was left bloodied and humiliated in the mud.

Less than two months later, Hubaru would be captured aboard one of his vessels and subsequently tortured and killed by Korithian pirates. Wadikir of course, denied his involvement, though his sudden burst of new business with the Korithian city that the pirates had come from, certainly raised eyebrows.

Enkamish was inconsolable at the death of his beloved son. The merchant drowned his sorrows in wine, and rapidly became dependent on it. How fortunate (or unfortunate) that jugs of expensive Korithian wine would mysteriously appear on his front doorstep. Enkamish would regularly appear at Bidani meetings heavily intoxicated.

The precise cause of Enkamish's death is not known, though it is believed that he fell down the stairs of his manor.

A vote was called to fill Enkamish's seat with Wadikir as the obvious candidate. However, much to the surprise of the Bidani, Wadikir requested, that rather than being given his father's chair at the council that he be given the title of the Master of the Hall of Oaths. The duty was considered to be lacking in prestige, dealing with dusty records and dank halls, a far cry from the glittering and charismatic merchant who had clawed and wormed his way so deep into Chibalic society.

Ultimately Wadikir was granted his wish, thus becoming the youngest "Lord of Oaths" in the history of Chibal.

Wadikir would make great use of the archives, using the secrets and knowledge held within to increase his influence and bolster his trade.

Additionally his ties with Korithia allowed for Wadikir to create his own merchant army of sorts, a particularly relevant fact when one considers that the city of Chibal has no standing army.

Wadikir deals in secrets, bribery, and coercion, and through this has become not only the richest of the Bidani, but among the richest men in all of the Green Sea rivaled only by the kings of entire countries, and the de facto king of Chibal.

Wadikir, in addition to trading in his secrets, has a hand in everything from slaves to copper, perfume to exotic animals, and jewelry to manure.

Appearance

Wadikir is a tall and thin man in his mid-thirties. He is quite handsome with angular features, though his nose is somewhat crooked. He has lost some of the good looks of his youth, however there is no denying that he is still quite attractive when he wishes to be. His hair and beard are carefully tended to and perfumed. He decorates his body and hair with various beads, necklaces, rings, earrings, and bangles and wears expensive clothing. His eyes are green, a rarity in Kishetal, and something which he is quite proud of. 

Personality

Wadikir is incredibly charming and charismatic when he wants to be. This is however a front which hides his true nature as self-centered, greedy, cruel, misogynistic at times, and overly pompous. He can best be described as a "dick."

Gender/Pronouns

Cis-man He/Him

Sexual Orientation

Aromantic Bisexual

Relationships

Wadikir is not in a relationship and has little interest in relationships and sexuality outside of the realm of business and manipulation

Favorite Color

Navy Blue

Favorite Food

Kisitur Shuliwanash (Salted Scallops, a raw preparation of scallop, very expensive and high class)

Biggest Fear

That he will lose his grasp on the Hall

Drowning

Death

Sage?

No

Literate?

Can read, speak, and write in Kishic, Korithian, Ikopeshi, and Shabalic

Excerpt

Suru coughed in the man’s face. A glob of phlegm trickled down the merchant's cheek. The man stumbled back in disgust, and wiped his face with his shawl.  “You foul little beast!” The man roared.  The first thing Suru felt was the pudgy hand smashing into his cheek and then the wooden stage beneath his head.  “I’ll have you flayed and then dragged through the salt beds for that.” The pig-faced man snarled. “Do you know who I am, you little worm?” “Kadir, have you purchased this slave?”  Kadir spun to look at the tall figure cutting his way through the crowd. His face was soft and yet angular. His black hair was braided and decorated with shells and silver, his beard was cut short, little more than stubble. The red tan skin of his hands was barely visible beyond his extensive collection of jeweled rings and the wide sleeves of his blue robes. At his side was a rodent of a man dressed in the white linen skirt of a servant, his black hair was close-cropped and spikey and his head seemed far too big for the rest of his body as if someone had stuck an artichoke on the end of a small stick. Kadir wiped his hand against his clothes. "The waves be with you, Wadikir. As for this dog, I was considering it, but he would be a waste of silver." Wadikir sighed and bent to inspect Suru's cheek. "A nasty welt here, Kadir. Soiled product I'd say. Really you should have known better. We Bidani have a reputation to uphold. You can't go spoiling goods you have no intention of buying. Don't worry I will rectify this little incident and buy it myself." Wadikir bent to rest a palm against Suru’s cheek. It was soft and uncalloused.

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[circa-specturgia]

"In Endowment, Servitude"

A crossover between @bloodlessheirbyjacques’s Bloodless Heir, and my Circa Specturgia, with a bit of spice… Written in, like, half an hour a while back as a result of a vivid idea for an interaction between the casts, hope y’all enjoy!

Note: While it’s not quite smut, there are some… suggestive notes. Mainly a bit of collar play.

He strides confidently, each step of heeled black boots clicking on the Pyrian tilework floor, white shirt crisp, onbuttoned playfully on the chest, curls and mantle both glinting in the light. He, rather than climb the steps to the throne to her, stops at their base. A reverent kneel garners a curious smile and a raised eyebrow from his love, as he tilts his head to the side to meets her gaze, standing once more.

“My Queen. You have intellect. You have wit. These things, I cannot grant you more of, however, what I can gift to you are the tools to employ these, and to grant you the power to stand at the top of the world, as you should…”

He turns around, waving a hand, as two men are led in, one of dark hair and burning eyes, the other with hair of sunlight and shadows. Both wearing identical uniforms and collars, both kneeling on either side of Elijah before the throne and bowing their heads, before he smiles up at her, arms wide.

“Happy Coronation.”

The wind whipped their hair, as the three stood at the highest tower of the ramparts… The army had gathered a formidable force, seventeen, maybe twenty thousand men, horses, siege machines, weapons of war, their camps pitched on the horizon, the setting sun at their backs, burning with heat as it was extinguished on the crest of the hill behind which it disappeared.

A few minutes till nightfall. In the opposite direction, the stars could be seen on the sky. Their spies had dutifully reported their enemy would come at dusk.

"They were right…” Elijah said, putting down a spyglass, handing it to his wife, pointing to the biggest of the tents. “They’ve nearly finished preparations. Give them 10 minutes and they’ll mount a charge…”

Astrea smiled, a slight bit cruelly, Elijah doing the same at the sight. It was something he’d only started to see over the past few years of their relationship, the confidence in her composure a brilliant shade on her.

"Let them come. We shall prove to all that our kingdom is at it’s strongest, now, more than ever…”

Dark shadows billowed at her shoulders, the cloak seeming to dissipate into the air ever so slightly, pure black like ink spilled in water snapping in a gust of wind that made the flags crack like bullwhips.

"Besides… I’d like to try out my coronation present…” She said, Elijah barking a laugh, sly pirate smile playing at his lips, the same she’d fallen in love with ages ago and never stopped loving.

"You’ll be satisfied, I’m sure… He won’t let you down.”

As though on command, a horn bellowed from the fields, the thundering of hooves and stampeding of feet ripping through the air from the horizon, the two looking to it calmly.

"We shall see, then, shan’t we?” She smiled, turning to the third, a man with eyes as dark as the night sky above, taller, even when standing ever so slightly hunched, gaze trained on the horizon.

Responding to her nod, he stepped onto the rampart, the collar on his neck glinting in the moonlight as she joined him standing on the edge. With a grip of the leash just where it met the collar, and a tug he immediately straightened up, arching his back and turning his eyes to the sky, a small inhale accompanying his squared jaw.

"Well, then… Prove my husband right, sword. Satisfy me.”

He hesitated for a moment, before obeying the command, obeying the call, the forces of the enemy closing in now….

Raising an open palm, face down, arm outstretched to the horizon, the air began to thrum, and shake… Lifting it, ever so slightly, the fields ignited all at once, the light of the fire consuming the army in a split second, an ocean of flame called on her command. The fire danced gleefully in her eyes as she turned to her husband.

”Right as always, My Dear…”

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[writingonesdreams]

I have a very selfish question for Blorbo Blursday inspired by your talks with nectar 😂

Did your impression of my characters (namely: Astrea, Elijah, Will, Antor, and Alek) change when you saw faceclaims/ AI art/ picrews of them?

Did you have a different image of them before you saw my interpretation of them? I am also very curious what those images were! :D

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

It was different with your characters, because I saw their picrews and visuals before I got to read about them. XD

My first impression of Astrea was her picrew on that magic post. Then the one with the flying hair from the side. Right now I see her from that last pretty picrew with the backrounds, the blush, red eyes and red moon.

My perception of Elijah changed a lot once I knew he was inspired by Anakin :D I started to see the parallels and imagine him more with Anakin's hairstyle - but the fact Anakin art pieces circulate around your blog also adds to that. His first mentions though made me imagine him more Pyrian and more like Astrea with darker skin and hair. I thought Oraceans hated her so much cause her skin was sign of Pyrian citizens? But then Elijah didn't look like her... I don't think I ever asked how that works in Pyria.

Will I think I read before I saw a picrew of. Remember it surprised me he was blond. I imagined him soft and and round and more ordinary maybe? But the farmer/simple clothes of his picrew later fit him quite well and why shouldn't he be handsome? XD

Antor I imagined older, but the picrews and arts made me see him more gruff and fatherly/kind underneath.

My first Alek impression was Ben Barnes XD but I liked his description of charming, polite, scheming in a charming subtle way. Fits the kiss snippet of his.

I don't think I read any scenes where you describe the characters' appearance? I didn't know Elayna and Louis were so elf/fae looking until I saw their picrews.

What about you? Do you see your OCs clear before you find their picrews/faceclaims/art? Or do you look dnd pick from the art that inspires you for how they will look?

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[the-void-writes]

BH x Paradise Crossover

So... @bloodlessheirbyjacques and I were talking about character stuff, and in this little crossover we have, dashing-pirate Elijah somehow developed a fascination with insecure-vampire-doctor Adrien (mostly because he's too irresistibly fun to fluster). And with all the pain Elijah's been going through 😅 I told Jacques I would write some comfort for him (or rather something that would make him very happy). I really hope this is somewhat in character, and I apologize if the French translations are wrong.

Warning: 18+ only.

Elijah wasn’t used to such gentleness. His life had been sword fights, heists, brutality, the occasional rough but blissful night with a man or woman. And now there was silence, gentle touches, kisses that felt more like an angel’s wings against his skin. Genuine, quiet comfort like this only ever came from Astrea, at the start, but she was elsewhere for the day. No doubt, she was giving him his privacy, so he could spend some time with the two men who were doting on him in their bed.

Seemingly polar opposites; A strong, dark, confident man, and a paler, thinner, nervous one. And yet, they kissed along his face and neck with an equal amount of passion. Micah pulled both of them closer to his chest, while Adrien kept readjusting his glasses, which Elijah couldn’t help but chuckle at.

“You could always take them off, you know.”

Adrien shook his head. “Non, mon ami. I don’t wish to unnerve you with my condition.”

He scoffed playfully. “Most of the Pyrian population has red eyes. Are you trying to imply something?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, at all!”

Micah laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with either of you. Aidy, if you feel comfortable, you’re welcome to take them off.”

With trembling hands, Adrien removed his glasses. Even in the dark, his eyes looked like little red gems being held in the light of a dying candle. Micah kissed him tenderly, while Elijah reached out to stroke Adrien’s cheek.

“There you are, beautiful. You look like a proper Pyrian… only paler.”

Adrien pinched him. “Speak for yourself.”

“True, very true. Perhaps if I hadn’t been exiled, I’d be as tan as your husband here. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He hid himself in Elijah’s shoulder. “Tu es un con charmant.”

“Can’t quite hear you, love.”

Micah smirked. “I think he just called you a charming jerk. I only hear it when he talks about you.”

“Is that so?” Elijah took Adrien by the chin. “What else can I make you say?”

He settled himself behind Adrien, pulled him into his chest, and started kissing his neck. The doctor melted quickly in his arms, and his soft, blissful noises were music to both Elijah and Micah’s ears. Adrien shivered as his husband chuckled and knelt in front of him.

“Fair warning, Eli, that’s a sensitive area. He’ll get worked up quickly.”

“Ah, thank you.” Elijah grinned. “Sorry to cut it short, dear, but I’d prefer to take my time with you.”

Adrien hid his face. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Aren’t you already dead?”

“Micah, mon chéri, please make him stop talking.”

Micah laughed and kissed him. “Of course, hon.”

Elijah watched Micah curiously as he reached out and ran his hand through his hair. His touch was so gentle that Elijah thought he would fall asleep before the fun began. It felt incredible, though slightly chilly compared to Astrea’s fire-infused touch… The realization suddenly struck him.

“Astrea taught you this, didn’t she?”

Micah smiled. “She wanted to make sure I knew your off-switch.”

“I’ll have to remind her of her own the next time I see her. Until then, I have a lovely little vampire to play with.”

His hands curled around the buttons of Adrien’s shirt, undoing each one slowly and with obvious precision. The doctor’s skin felt just as cold as Micah’s, but neither were completely unbearable. Besides, when Elijah turned Adrien’s head to kiss him, he could feel the warmth of his breath. Such strange yet amusing powers. He stopped himself from questioning where else this surprising warmth was hidden, if only to spare Adrien’s sanity.

As Elijah undid the last button, he trailed his lips down to the doctor’s shoulder and stayed there awhile, peeling his shirt away inch-by-inch. From his spot in the front, Micah kissed his husband heatedly, hands caressing his thighs as Adrien’s hands took his neck. Elijah listened closely as Adrien uttered a soft and breathless declaration.

“Je suis amoureux de toi.”

As a former Pyrian diplomat, and a well-traveled sailor, Elijah had come to learn many languages. French was indeed one of them, but he was far too amused by the others’ obliviousness to let them in on it. He would bring it up, eventually, but for now, he silently enjoyed listening to Adrien as he told his husband how hopelessly in love he was with him.

“Don’t spend all your vocabulary at once, dear.” Elijah cupped his hands over the doctor’s chest. “Save a few for me.”

Adrien shivered as he played with him, massaging and tracing everywhere he could reach. Micah kissed his cheek and sat back down.

“It seems like he’s doing a good job up there.” He gently took the waistline of Adrien’s pants. “May I work down here a bit?”

He nodded his head shyly, and his heart fluttered as Elijah laughed into his shoulder.

“Micah, your husband is adorable.”

“He is, thank you. I love him with all my heart.”

Micah slipped everything off for him and started off with small, feathery touches. Elijah couldn’t resist running a hand up and down the doctor’s thigh. So smooth, so cold, so tantalizingly close to him. His mind was racing with thoughts that would have turned Adrien to mush, all the things he wanted to do to drive him crazy with ecstasy. Those thoughts were only amplified the more Adrien shifted against him, especially when Micah took him in with his mouth. The soft moans he let out were just as exquisite as Elijah imagined. He felt himself growing more desperate for him, which Adrien was starting to notice.

“Dearest,” Elijah said, “may I—”

“Yes, please.”

He chuckled and scooted back to undress himself. Then, gently so as not to disturb Micah’s work, Elijah settled into Adrien. The noise he let out was simply divine. Elijah held his hips and rolled into him, pleasure relieving his mind like long-due medication.

“Is this good?” he asked.

Adrien nodded. “Yes— Ah— both of you.”

Elijah growled into his shoulder. “Keep making those noises, Adrien.”

To his delight, Adrien only got louder for him, alternating between English and French exclamations of just how good it felt. Each yelp and gasp lit a fire in Elijah’s body, compelling him to move more for him. The way this small, shy doctor unraveled at his touch was intoxicating. Adrien kept covering his mouth to silence himself, but Elijah would pull his hands away each time.

“Don’t do that, dear. I want to hear how good we make you feel.”

Adrien shook with euphoria. “Hah— Mon amour— Juste là, s’il te plaît.”

That meant he had found the perfect spot. Elijah kept going, looking between Micah happily working his husband along, and Adrien struggling not to flail around from all the overstimulation. He reached back and combed his fingers through Elijah’s hair, letting it tangle and tug in a few places.

“Oh god…” Elijah hissed. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

“Elijah— Tu es incroyable. Ne t’arrête pas.” 

You’re amazing, don’t stop.

In the list of things Elijah was proud of, this moment ranked pretty high. He made sure to keep his pace, listening for whatever Adrien wanted him to do next without letting him catch on. After a while, the doctor’s breathing started to escalate.

“Micah, je— Je pense—“

There was no need for a translation there; he was close to his limit. As much as Elijah wanted to keep his little game going, the timing was just too perfect. He couldn’t resist pushing Adrien over the edge like this, so he leaned real close, kissed his neck, and whispered.

“Fais-le pour moi, mon chéri.” 

Do it for me, my darling.

Adrien’s face contorted with shock, embarrassment, and the overwhelming wave of pleasure as his words sent him over the edge. Such a reaction was enough to bring Elijah to his finish, as well doing so with a groan muffled by Adrien’s shoulder. Micah steadied his pace until his husband was done shaking, helping him down from his high in a gradual manner. Elijah clung to Adrien as they both caught their breath. Finally, Adrien found his voice again.

“Espèce de salaud,” he muttered. You bastard.

Elijah laughed. “It helped, didn’t it?”

“You knew what I was saying the whole time.”

“And I’m incredibly flattered by how highly you spoke of me.”

Adrien crossed his arms until Micah came up to hold his face.

“I love seeing you so excited, Aidy.”

He relaxed and pressed his head against Micah’s. “Thank you, mon chéri.”

Elijah smirked. “You should have heard everything he said about you. I thought I was listening to a poet.”

He pulled himself away before Adrien could swipe at him, laughing at how his red eyes lit up with annoyance. Of course, he calmed down when Micah kissed his chest.

“One day, I’ll learn everything there is to know, and I’ll pay back every single compliment you’ve ever given me.”

Adrien smiled and pulled him close for a hug, lovingly playing with his long hair. Elijah settled back behind them before suddenly being pulled into the embrace.

“Thank you for being here with us,” Micah said.

“Yes,” Adrien said, “thank you. This was a wonderful night.”

Elijah kissed his shoulder. “Thank you both for having me. You’ve truly spoiled me tonight.”

The three of them cleaned up and quickly drifted off to sleep together, with Adrien snuggled happily between his two strong companions. Elijah couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. He was already trying to figure out when he could do this again.

#spicy writing stuff

[merry-crow-round]

Pyrian for FuuMiku.

I think he seems a bit lost, don't you?

#lucario #original character #furry #anthro #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art

[st-just]

So, further news on my Stellaris 

-Human attempts to uplift the primitive felines of Beta Caeli naturally backfired, with a coalition of warrior elites and the nascent human-trained diplomatic corps launching a planetary coup and establishing the “Great Quell’Nudar Autocracy” very nearly as soon as the 3rd Fleet had turned over control of the local stations and departed the system. 

-After over a year of worsening relations, President Schubert of the United Solar Nations officially called for an intervention to ‘restore’ democracy in the region, the resulting war very nearly resulted in the full occupation of the autocracy

-At which point our proud Imperial Republic launched its own intervention. The Void and Horizon Corps quickly occupying several outlying human colonies and beginning to establish a siege Earth itself. 

-But the humans regrouped and, alongside a relief fleet from Alpha Centuari, forced the Republic’s forces into retreat following the brutal Battle of Sirius. 

-The resulting peace lacked the punitive clauses (not least the called for public execution of President Schubert) that the Paramount Master and her council had hoped for, but Earth was forced to recognize the occupation of nearly half its worlds and two outlying colonies, which (as they had let all the floatsome of the Glaxy flock to their worlds) were turned over to their meritorious population and reorganized as the Rackett Authority. 

-The  Quell’Nudar were, of course, suitably grateful, and were welcomed into the Pyrian Concord as a Republic protectorate within the month. 

So yeah, I’m definitely the villains of some pulpy space opera, here. 

#video games #paradox #stellaris