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zhraek · 3 months

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here i am with My personal top 20 gwent cards art:

20. Usurper: Officer by Katarzyna Bekus (can't find their socials :(

i'm not very interested in usurper, but i really like how his first stage is drawn. colors and composition are powerfully driven into my head. besides tbh i really like idea that gaunter had a hand in a lot of the crap that happened in the witcher and the art itself is proof for me of how almighty and malicious gaunter is

19. Kaedweni Revenant by Manuel Castanon

i just like art with undead and this one has a really nice color combination and the quest from tw2 is also very good :D

18. Griffin by Anna Podedworna

i don’t know what to say i just like to see monsters hunting their prey

17. Slyzard by Bartlomiej Gawel

no words they are just very good

16. Letho of Gulet by Lorenzo Mastroianni

this is letho i like him and i like the art he deserves to look cool 👍

15. Penitent by Valeriy Vegera

maaaan this art is a big fucking banger no fucking way i love everything about this art but i don't like ability of this card i would like it to be changed

14. Bear Witcher Mentor & Bire Bear by Bogdan Rezunenko

first of all, they are just awesome i feel like there's going to be some real shit here like no fucking way someone's going to die, come on, secondly they're definitely connected to each other

13. Cleaver by Daniel Valaisis

my favorite asshole stands in his swag pose and really exudes an aura of danger and seriousness look at him, he's incredibly cool and we just have to be polite to him otherwise he will make sausages out of us

12. Barghest by Anna Podedworna

doggies from the first witcher yay!!!

11. Skellige Wolves by Anna Podedworna

i'm a simple person i see cool art with wolves and my favorite color palette i press like

10. Necrophages by Adrian Smith

artist very accurately conveyed my vision regarding the monsters they are disgusting terrible and if i saw something like this irl i would die of fear

sometimes i wish i can draw like this

9. Bear Abomination by Valeriy Vegera

sluttiest way to tear someone apart

that's all i can say🧍‍♂️

8. Zoltan & Duda by Grafit Studio

it's just a cool card in every sense that saved me many times during the game and it's just beautifully drawn

7. Mahakam Volunteer Army & Clan An Craite Greatswords by Bartlomiej Gawel

they are together because they have the same artist, the same color palette and almost the same composition anyways everything in this arts makes my neurones activate and about first i always think about that scene with dwarves from lotl and oohhhh...... help me...

6. Svalblod by Manuel Castanon & Vildkaarl by Anna Podedworna

i don't know what to say uuh i'm svalblod fan and i love this bloody crazy shit that's showed here

bon appetit for bears i guess

5. Aelirenn by Lorenzo Mastroianni

if i think about scoia'taels, then only about her…. i have so many feelings for this art that i can’t describe. like— i just get goosebumps every time i see her and understand why elves continue to honor her memory. she deserves that

4. Oneiromancy by Lorenzo Mastroianni

this artist is a fucking genius, he knows his work for one hundred percent, and even if he didn’t know what he was doing, i don’t give a damn cuz i love this art sm. a billion color that perfectly gathered in one place to blow your mind with this stunning vibe of an enchanting dream. god i wish that were me

also funfact, this card is the most useful of all that exist in gwent

3. Francesca Findabair by Lorenzo Mastroianni

Lorenzo is a great artist, we all know that, but i have a lot of unprocessed feelings about this art. i love it? i hate it? i don't know shit. i love the way francesca is portrayed? yes. is she dangerous and you can feel it? just fuck yes she will kill me with her look. does she look like a beautiful fairytale queen from dreams? bless her. i'm impressed by the architecture that surrounds her? fuck yeah. does she look to me like a woman straight out of the work of alfons mucha? hell yeah!!! but do i hate this plastic snakes she casts? undoubtedly.

2. Ulfhedinn by Anna Podedworna

i'm very weak for every stuff with werewolves and this art is just bomb like yooo this art really instills the idea that there is no one stronger or more dangerous than this motherfucker

giants? dragons? witches? wild hunt? no fucking way i'll be afraid only of this asshole

aaaaaaand drum roll to the main winner!!!!

Triptych artwork featuring Munro Bruys, Zoltan Chivay and Figgis Merluzzo by Yama Orce (

you have no any idea how much i adore this art. this is simply incredible in everything! muted color palette, the confusion in the background and sense of movement even without help of an animation program, the design of the key characters, their poses and emotions. they are damn filled with anger and courage they want revenge for their loved ones and comrades and this can be seen in the way they put all their strength into strikes and clashes they have no mercy for invaders. they're here to pay these bastards back for everything they've done

but the most important thing is that this is a scene from a book where my favorite characters kicked nilfgaardians ass

also i really love the fact that artist used his photos as a reference for poses he needed to draw :D

#whining #witcher #gwent

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i like these. now do the hunters too.

You're trying to kill me

Hell Ember - "I've been divorced three times and lost custody of my daughter and now I'm starting to think women aren't for me" gay DILF

Smiley Face - I honest 2 God don't want to think about him but I guess since I headcanon Weeping Clown as a straight trans boy it'd carry over to Smiley Face too

Jack the Ripper - straight but he doesn't admire or respect women or even feel attracted to them really. So. Y'know. Average cishet male

Gamekeeper - DILF

Soul Weaver - bisexual little lady <3

Geisha - bisexual transfem

Feaster - I . I don't know .

Wu Chang - I see Xie Bi'an as GAYYY and Fan Wujiu as BIII. AND THEY'RE MARRIED TO EACH OTHERRR

Photographer - I'mma be real I see Joseph as a woman but not as a trans woman, he doesn't have enough swag to be a trans woman, he's just a girl, and also the world's saddest fucking lesbian

Mad Eyes - gay

Dream Witch - lesbian bro she LITERALLY forcefems her followers u can't tell me she's not a homo

Axe Boy - he's like 7 so idc much but I saw someone headcanon him as a transboy once and I thought that was super super super cute

Evil Reptilian - same as Professor. He'll fuck anything that moves

Bloody Queen - tbh ever since Ashes of Memory I've headcanoned her as a trans woman... IYKYK

Guard 26 - ???

Disciple - uhm realistically she's probably a lesbian but I love hitting characters I like with the bisexual beam for self-projection purposes so uhhh lesbian OR bisexual both are good headcanons

Violinist - straight but he'll do anything for $20

Sculptor - do I even need to answer here 😭😭😭 she's canonically a lesbian and I don't headcanon her as anything else lol

Undead - uhm. He doesn't have sex or a gender he's just suffering

The Will Brothers - ????????????

Naiad - BISEXUAL TRANS GIRLLL AND ALSO MY WIFEEE

Wax Artist - I'm friends with someone who rigorously headcanons him as transfem but I'm not sure how much I like that, it's food for thought tho. Uh regardless of gender I think he likes girls but has potential for a bisexual awakening

Nightmare - cunty trans man and bisexual but no one wants him

Clerk - lesbian and I'm dating her

Hermit - bisexual but he has given up

Night Watch - straight trans boy!!! Tbh I don't mind bisexual or even gay headcanons for him but I like seeing him with girls the most

Opera Singer - lesbian probably. I mean did u see her trailer LOL

Fool's Gold - cis bisexual man

Shadow - idk she hasn't even gotten here yet but she seems sapphic

#💌

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lordsthegames · 7 months

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Lords of the Fallen at Gamescom 2023: Dual-Realm Vibes and Epic Combat Action!

Lords of the Fallen, like, totally slayed in the Gamescom 2022 trailer, especially when you peep how Elden Ring and Nioh did, you know? It's all about those spooky vibes, man. This time around, it's way more hardcore and darker than the OG 2014 version. Amping up the horror factor is gonna make Lords of the Fallen pop big time compared to its genre buddies.

Lords of the Fallen at Gamescom 2023 is gonna be lit! And speaking of excitement, don't forget to check out the gaming deals and offers when you're at the event, maybe even have a chance to grab some awesome PS4 games! You gotta check out the Lords of the Fallen theater for a sneak peek of a fresh, never-seen-before game zone. The presentation is gonna drop some serious knowledge on the dual-realm vibes and give you the lowdown on all the epic melee, ranged, and magic combat action!

Lords of the Fallen gave off major Dark Souls vibes from the get-go, no cap. The spots I checked out were a maze of connected hallways, and you could pop open shortcuts to speed up those repeat runs, which was clutch. The baddies had that medieval undead swag going on – hella spooky, fam. Rockin' a sword in one hand, a shield in the other, and that trusty dodge-roll in my arsenal, I was feeling like a true OG Souls player. And while embracing that Souls-like experience, you might want to consider where to buy PS4 games to further immerse yourself in epic adventures.

Discovering the Umbral Realm and Unique Combat Dynamics

Lords of the Fallen introduced me to some basic enemy groups, which were like your typical cannon fodder, ya know? They had these super long attack windups that were great for practicing my combat timing. But as I kept going, I started noticing what sets Lords of the Fallen apart, and trust me, these differences are a big deal. So, I started my epic journey in Axiom, the land of the living, but guess what? There's a whole other realm called the Umbral Realm, where my character ends up when they bite the dust. I could take a peek into Umbral by waving around this special lantern thingy, or use it to open a small portal between the two worlds and hop into the spooky dark side.

Lords of the Fallen: Umbral is, like, a way edgier and trippier take on Axiom, but, like, you gotta know the key distinctions. So, there was this moment when I was in Axiom, right? There was this total roadblock, and that's when I busted out the Umbral Lantern. When I raised that lantern high, it like transported me into the Umbral Realm. In that vibe, the lantern spilled the tea, showing me a reality where the door was, like, totally MIA, and I could just breeze through. But when I lowered the lantern, it locked me in, and there was no turning back, fam.

Umbral Realm, Second Chances, and Checkpoints

Lords of the Fallen, like, it's not just all about having a blast and solving those brain-teasers, you know? The Umbral Realm is like your backup life, but it's pretty sketchy because if you bite the dust here, it's game over for real, like, no respawns, dude. To bounce back from the Umbral Realm, you gotta scout for a checkpoint, which can be, like, a Vestige or a chill Flower Bed where they planted a Vestige seed. These spots recharge your health and healing stuff, let you level up, and bring those baddies you whooped back into the action. It's all about that second chance.

Lords of the Fallen, like, it's not all rainbows and unicorns, you feel me? So, after some seriously slick moves and epic beatdowns, Otto bit the dust and just crashed hard. My victory high was, like, super short-lived, though. Out of nowhere, that same goblin-like dude from the opening cutscene rolls in on a dragon, like, what even? His health bar pops up, calling him "The Lightreaper," and he's all about being the "early-game boss whose only job is to make you eat dirt." I was left there, totally helpless and shaking, like, whoa.

Lords of the Fallen, you see, is all about embracing the fact that biting the dust is just part of the game, no biggie. So, I quickly respawned and got back to my epic quest. I ventured deeper into a blazing castle, and I started messing around with the sweet tricks of the Umbral Lantern, you know, just trying out some of its cool moves. One of them, the Soul Flay skill, was a game-changer. It allowed me to snatch the soul right out of my foes, freezing them in their tracks for a hot minute while I dished out some serious damage. This came in super handy when I faced off against this beefy warrior dude swinging around a massive two-handed sword. I metaphorically tore him apart, which not only gave me a chance to patch myself up but also stored up all that damage in his soul. Once his soul and body were back together, it only took one hit to unleash all that stored-up hurt. And if you're wondering, that badass move could be recharged by siphoning energy from certain spots in the Umbral realm, so it was worth using against the tough customers.

The intro cutscene was, like, lit, and then she came at me swinging. At first, I was holding my own pretty well, you know, giving it my all. But then out of nowhere, she grew these wings, brought down a hail of arrows from the heavens, and summoned two, like, holographic versions of herself. It was insane, and she wrecked me the first time around. But I didn't give up, you feel me? On round two, I was, like, in the zone, and that rush of adrenaline and endorphins kicked in. That's the stuff that makes these games so damn satisfying as you make progress.

#LordsOfTheFallen #Gamescom2022 #HorrorGaming #GameOn #Gamescom2023 #GamingLife #GamingAdventures

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erionmakuo · 2 years

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Summer King, a packaging illustration done for EVERYTHING DICE

#artists on tumblr #erion makuo art #undead #undead with real swag #summer #flowers #botany #dice #sword #royalty #undead saints #macabre #fantasy horror #horror #fantasy art

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notapaladin · 5 years

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This one. This one took UNREASONABLY LONG, because I unconscionably had demands on my actual RL time, but I have finished it. I present to you, comrades aboard the tiny lifeboat of the James Asher fandom, a fic borne solely out of my desire for the OT3 to have a sappy cuddle pile in the midst of New York’s infamous disgusting summer heat. We are not at home to Mr. Plot, but it takes place sometime post-books.

Traveler’s guides to New York City took care to mention the theaters, the hotels, the finest restaurants. They dwelled at length over dress codes and menus and manners; New York, they assured their readers, might appear overwhelming at first but it was really just like London or Paris if one knew where to look, and weren’t the locals’ accents charming? Those tourists or emigrés following the advice of their guides to the letter would find themselves perfectly well-prepared for life in this new and fascinating locale, this city which never slept.

James Asher was beginning to suspect that the sort of people who wrote traveler’s guides had never experienced New York City in the midst of summer. The air had a dampness to it that was almost tangible; any movement seemed to bring with it resistance, and leaving the relative cool of the house felt like being slapped n the face with a wet blanket. It was so saturated already that even sweating didn’t help; it clung to his skin and only made him long for great quantities of soap and an ice bath. Even his lightest summer-weight suits and straw hats were nearly suffocating, and shade didn’t provide much in the way of relief. The only way to sleep, Lydia had informed him, was to strip naked, open all the windows, and pray for a breeze. Not that breezes were much better; even in this fine neighborhood, shifting winds brought the stench of garbage left to rot in the sun to assault their noses. In weather like this tempers ran high; he could dimly hear his neighbors arguing through their own open windows.

Lydia sprawled next to him amidst the blankets. Though she was gloriously and heart-stoppingly naked, they weren’t touching; even her hair was quarantined within its own section of bed. The idea of increasing the heat within their bedroom even with a kiss was unbearable. Hearing his thoughts, she turned her head slowly to look at him. “This is dreadful.”

“It is.” His gaze drifted out the open window, free of its usual swags of garlic and wild rose. Their silver chains were coiled on the nightstand; any vampire would find them easy prey tonight.

As if on cue, a whispering voice stole through his mind. James? And then, a little more hesitantly, Lydia?

James exhaled and felt something in his chest unwind; tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying melted away. He fixed the image of the open window in his mind the way Simon had taught him, when they had all three of them realized that their minds were closer than they’d ever dreamed.

And so, because he was looking for it, he was aware when Simon alighted on the windowsill and took a long moment to study them both. The warmth in the vampire’s gaze made him flush, but the brief widening of those crystalline yellow eyes made him grin. “Good evening.”

Simon’s gaze visibly lingered on Lydia’s long legs and James’s bare chest before he made eye contact. James couldn’t even tease him for it; whatever lay between them, this thing beyond friendship and duty and reciprocity, was still so new and fragile that it didn’t feel real with Simon still across the room and not touching them. “You called me, and I came.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he added, “Though I did not think it would be for this.”

Lydia smiled at him, warm as the sun. “You wretch. I know it’s fine weather for you, but we are dying.”

“Are you?” Simon moved towards the bed like a cat, letting them see it as he peeled off his gloves and slung his jacket and tie over a chair. A moment’s inattention, a haze over James’s mind, let him know he had also discarded shoes and socks as well; there was no way for even a vampire to do that elegantly. “Because you seem in fine health to me. And truly,”--now he stood at the foot of the bed, eyes alight--”the weather is lovely tonight.”

Lydia threw the nearest pillow at his head. The breeze of its passing stirred Simon’s hair, and he grinned teasingly. He almost looked human—though the scars on his face stood out like lines in wax—until the light caught on the tip of one fang.

It tugged at something in James’s chest, and he pushed himself up on one elbow to motion Simon closer. “Come here.” He couldn’t keep the roughness from his voice, didn’t even try as the tone seemed to spark something in Simon’s eyes. “Have a better look.” An invitation, the first clear one he’d uttered since that night months ago when he’d blurted out, half-delirious, Kiss me.

And Simon had.

Now the vampire stood still, briefly inspecting him with his head cocked—and then he moved, kneeling over him on the bed and slowly straddling his hips. This motion, too, James was aware was for their benefit; if he’d wanted, he could pin him in an instant. He wanted James to watch. “Oh?” James was acutely, painfully aware of all the places they were touching: his hips, the outside of his thighs, his stomach. Even through fabric Simon’s skin was freezing; when bare fingers brushed his stomach, he let out an entirely involuntary squeak.

Simon, damn him, grinned and sat up, very deliberately not repeating the action. “I thought I was being summoned to keep you from entirely melting away. Was I too bold?”

No.

“Good.”

This time his hands slid purposefully up James’s chest to his throat, daggerlike claws like the scratching of moth feet until James was shivering with it, letting his head fall back to aid the exploration of those wonderfully cold hands. “Ah...” Under the gentle, inexorable pressure, he sank back to the bed and wrapped one of his own arms around Simon’s waist, pulling them down together. It wasn’t something he’d ever have been able to do if Simon had objected, but they knew each other by now. Simon had made it clear in a thousand small ways that they were exempt from his usual dislike of being handled; in fact, he seemed to thrill in it. James certainly did; having the vampire atop him felt a bit like a light, blessedly chilled blanket. And, of course, there were other good points.

When he slid a hand into Simon’s hair, the vampire sighed and lowered his mouth to his for a kiss. It was cool, dry, tasted of absolutely nothing, and if he dared to deepen the kiss James knew he would feel the fangs behind those narrow lips. Feeling a little bedeviled, he did—and was rewarded with a small sound of pleasure as Simon all but melted on top of him, one hand cupping the back of his neck to draw him closer. “Mm…” Even when he pulled away, they were still nearly nose-to-nose, and his eyes were like twin lamps. “You are a furnace.”

Lydia, he was aware, had been watching them with keen interest. He didn’t need to look to know that her eyes were gleaming behind her spectacles. “He is, isn’t he? This is what I have to share a bed with.” The mattress shifted as she rolled towards them, smoothing her palm down Simon’s spine. James was treated to the sight of a vampire closing his eyes in bliss at being stroked.

Just like a cat, he thought, and didn’t realize that of course Simon would hear it until those golden eyes opened to narrow slits of disdain. He met that gaze and focused very hard on the memory of a stray cat he’d seen in Peking, all long limbs and wedge-shaped head.

“James.” That one word held a small universe of scorn.

It wasn’t an expression he could maintain with Lydia pressing close to both of them, her thigh like a localized inferno where it was almost touching James’s hip and her hand mapping the lines of Simon’s ribs through his fine linen shirt. “You feel...” Her voice was all academic curiosity, but James could see the way her eyes sparkled. “Hmm. I’m not sure. We’d best get this off.”

“If my mistress commands.” He twisted, rolling off of James and onto her in one smooth motion that, James quickly saw, was aided by her tugging him over. Though his leg still slid against James’s side, all his attention was on Lydia. It was her husband’s turn to watch.

Lydia was bolder than he was. It didn’t come as a surprise; she’d loved the vampire, or known she had, for longer, and her hands were sure as she unbuttoned his shirt and set collar and cuffs aside to join her spectacles on the nightstand. His skin was scarcely a shade darker, stretched tight over bone and wiry muscle. When he shed the illusions hiding them—she’d want him bared in this way too—old wounds caught the light, and James catalogued them in his head: gashes at his wrists, burns to his fingers, a singed-looking cut along his ribs. Simon trembled at the first touch of her hands to his bare skin, seeming to hold still only by a great effort of will when she traced the edge of that cut. The sound he made was only audible in their heads, but still Lydia paused. James took a moment to curse all vampire hunters purely for the concern in his wife’s doe-brown eyes. “Does it pain you?”

He shook his head, nearly smiling. “Not when ‘tis your hands.” Appeased, she finally sprawled back and smiled at him, and he pressed her down into the mattress. Clawed hands slid over the curve of her hip, the swell of her ribcage; when he buried them in her hair she surged under him, pulling him into a kiss that had him making that same quietly pleased noise he’d made at James’s. “Mm. Lydia.” He said her name like a prayer, like a drowning man sighting the shore, and it made James smile. When he petted along her sides she squirmed in a way that, to judge by the way Simon’s grip tightened, worked almost as well on the Undead man who loved her as it did on the living one. And then he nuzzled her throat, and it was her turn to yelp at the cold.

James grinned at them both. “And you said it was too hot for that.”

As fair as she was, her blush spread all over. It was as distracting now as it had been the first night he’d discovered it, and so it took him a moment to focus on her words. “It is. But...” She gestured at Simon, who rolled off her so that he was wedged more or less between them, head pillowed on James’s outstretched arm. Skin like white silk had begun to warm from their hands and bodies, but he was still far colder than any living man would be.

Well, with him here… He considered the likelihood of sweating more than he already was, even with Simon between them, and grimaced. No. Still, Simon’s hair was right there and very soft, and he couldn’t resist burying his face in it. From there it was a natural progression to put his free arm around the vampire’s waist, hauling him in and letting the chill sink into his skin.

Simon was utterly pliable against him, whispery voice soft and contemplative. If he focused, James suspected he’d feel the vampire’s utter contentment rolling off him in waves. He half expected him to purr. “Strangely enough, I cannot find it in myself to complain.” He didn’t sigh, but it hovered in his pause anyway. “But if we continue much longer, we are like to reach equilibrium.”

James had known it was coming, and he still groaned. “...Please don’t bring that up.” The mental picture of three too-warm bodies in a single bed made him long for another ice bath. Or perhaps a trip to the South Pole.

Simon’s voice held a mischievous edge. “Oh, are you still overheated?” James’s arm over him was loose enough that it was an easy task—even setting aside the terrible strength of a vampire—to roll over, meeting his gaze with gleaming eyes as he skated his claws delicately up the side of James’s neck. As long as he avoided the scars it was just enough to tickle; when his lips twitched, Simon pressed the lightest of kisses to them. It felt like a balm.

He swallowed, pulling him close. “You know—” He was sure he’d had a plan to finish that sentence, but then Simon was rolling half on top of him and his mouth was tracing the same path his claws had been, and his thoughts scattered. The scars were gnarled patches of numbness, but the skin between them was sensitive enough and now in dire need of cooling. Ice-cold lips mapped a path down his throat to his collarbone; when Lydia’s caress to Simon’s shoulder made the vampire hum, he felt the vibrations against his skin.

Then Simon drew away, looking down at him. A lock of hair brushed James’s cheek, distracting not at all from the simmering emotion in his eyes. “I do. I can hear the pulse in your neck, how fast it beats. I can feel the heat rolling off your skin. And I do wish to ease it, if only for a little while.”

When he shifted his weight to bring them into greater contact, James let out an entirely involuntary sigh. Simon’s bare skin seemed to be soaking up all the heat and humidity like a sponge, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time in days. Even Lydia pressing against them, trying to steal some of the coolness for herself (and groaning in approval when Simon leaned into her) didn’t affect the sheer relief of it. “You are doing,” he managed, “an admirable job.”

“It pleases me to hear that.” Simon shivered, closing his eyes as Lydia trailed her fingers down his spine again. Something passed between them—the echo of it tickled James’s mind—and then he twisted away from him to arrange himself on the bed and tug her close, letting out a soft sigh when she molded herself against him. James could guess something of how Simon felt; if he was a furnace, Lydia was surely a brand, and what was torment for a living man was deliciously warm to the Undead.

For a long moment they simply laid there. Outside the breeze still rustled through the garden, but their neighbors had stopped arguing. Perhaps they had found peace as well. James’s own thoughts felt pleasantly hazy. He had his wife and their friend by his side and nothing to do but sleep. Though he’d been in contact with vampires for long enough to feel a twinge of alertness at the still-open window, his rational mind knew it was ridiculous. The oldest and most powerful vampire in America is here in our arms. The endpoint of that train of thought took a while to arrive. And he loves us.

Lydia made a quiet noise, tilting her head to nose at Simon’s neck. James’s gaze was drawn to the way her fingers traced meaningless patterns on the vampire’s chest. “Simon, have I—have we—that is—”

His head cocked to one side like a bird. “Oh?”

James exhaled, and brought to his mind all that they’d been through together. Endless train rides through Europe, equally endless nights of being annihilated at chess. Desperate rescues in Paris, in China, in the wilds of Scotland. Half dying of fever and walking through Simon’s memories, knowing to the marrow of his bones that they were mirrors of each other. The vampire drifting through his dreams in the Russian woods, erasing nightmares with the simple balm of Lydia and Miranda safe in New York. The moment, after everything, when he’d been sure that death would claim him—and it had been Simon and Lydia pulling him out of hell instead. He heard distantly the crackle of Lydia adding her own recollections—picquet, secure arms around her, laughing escapades and fraught conversations in the dead of night. Black, spiky handwriting on crumpled paper. And throughout it all, the steadily increasing awareness of their love.

“...Oh.” He blinked slowly; James saw his throat work as he swallowed. “You...have mentioned that on occasion.” Though his expression didn’t shift, something kindled in his eyes as he glanced at James. “What brings on this sudden outpouring of emotion?”

James chose his words with care. He didn’t trust them to any mental powers. “The...last time I said it—the last time we said it—we were all rather fraught. I, for one, wanted to make sure you knew that our feelings were not.” He felt his throat close around the words. “Were not precipitated by the strain we were under.” They’d barely recovered from their last misadventure. His shoulder had still ached, and he’d feared Lydia had cracked her ankle. But Simon had been there, and neither of them had been able to keep silent.

Simon looked away from them, seemingly absorbed in the view from the window. “I knew. I knew from the moment you took my hands.” James could hear the memories behind it, fragments of clasped hands and understanding smiles and I never thought you’d come drawing him, one step at a time, into light. The pope’s staff, bursting into flower.

Lydia’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh. Simon.”

And then she was kissing him, and his genuinely delighted smile struck James through the heart such that he had to steal kisses as well, until Simon was nestled into the pillows between them and gazing at them warmly. “I trust you are both feeling better?”

He’d almost forgotten about the heat of the night. “...I am.”

Lydia had tucked herself against Simon’s side, her head resting against (but not directly on) his bony shoulder and her hair spilling over them both. She sighed as he carded his fingers through it. “Well, we are now. Thank you, really—this was wonderful.”

There was, James knew, no point in asking Simon to stay the night—as he thought he might have, if their vampire had been a living man—when he needed to be safely in his coffin by dawn. Nor was he so desperate as to project the thought that buzzed around inside his mind: that he’d miss the man if he left now.

Simon’s dry voice held more than a note of fondness. “And now, I think you both need rest.”

Sleep beckoned, lapping at his toes. He let it drag him under.

#james asher vampire novels #The Vampire OT3 #those who hunt the night #prisoner of midnight #paladin writes stuff

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sarcastic-anxious · 5 years

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ALL THE ASKS

1. have you ever been in love?

not that i know, i thought that i had a crush once but then it turned out i just wanted to be good friends lol ( my family is very touchy and i just sometimes jus want to hug my friends)

2. what are your favourite colours and why?

Blood red! Slytherin green and silver!

Blood red because its the colour of passion and ofc blood

Slytherin green because it gives off a mysterious and magical vibe

Silver because it is a regal colour and makes everything look younger and magical

3. who was the last person you held hands with?

honestly, i don't know anymore

4. what is your zodiac sign?

aries!

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?

3 or 4 times i guess?

6. what are your favourite films?

pixels! it cheers me up

The Three Musketeers (1993) its something thats always fun to watch

7. what kind of weather do you like?

For me the perfect weather is when a thunderstorm is raging on on a hot summer day, I will just sit in my window with the window open and just relax to the sound of thunder and the beautiful lightning while getting cooled down by the rain

8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I prefer sunrises because they mark the beginning of a new day

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?

the kind of weather when a thunderstorm is closeby and you don't know if its gonna come closer or its gonna clear up

10. what’s your favourite animal?

My favourite animal has shifted between a lot of animals but now it’s a snake!

11. what is your favourite song right now?

the other side of paradise by glass animals

or sex metal barbie by in this moment

12. what is your favourite song of all time?

city by Hollywood undead

or bullet i cant choose

13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?

rainy days for the win

14. have you ever been heartbroken?

yeh,,,,,,

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?

idk never kissed and dont want to eiter

16. what is your favourite poem?

“I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.”

Life Is An Illusion

Published: July 2015

Surrounded by people yet all alone

Trapped within this solitary zone

A world where chaos and hate overtake

Every bit of happiness that may try to escape

Laughter and smiles never seem to last

Because I am haunted by memories of my past

Running the distance with nowhere to go

These are the days of my life, a Broadway show

Screaming for help, does anyone hear

The demons of death are coming so near

Echoes in my head tormenting me all day long

Breaking the woman who was once very strong

What does serenity mean anyway

Is it the swag in my step or just the words I say

Deep rooted evil no time for a soul mate

Wondering why joy is always a day late

Suicide is the easy answer many times I've tried

Happiness seems to be the tears I have cried

Unable to distinguish what's real from what's fiction

Hope is an illusion, an optimist's prediction

What will it take to get me right

A visit from the devil on a lonely night

Angels prepare to battle and take a stand

To remind me of their holy land

When I want to give up, they push for me to be strong

In my head I hear their harmonious song

A tranquil state I now find myself

Dealing with the hand in which I was dealt

Good vs evil, what does it really mean

Am I dirty when I appear to be clean

Life is an illusion a constant mind trick on me

Who knows what my fate will be

Heaven and hell are both fair game

Will I succumb to peace or fall down in shame

Surrounded by people yet all alone

Trapped within this solitary zone

Source:

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/life-is-an-illusion

17. who are you most inspired by?

honestly just by the world

18. are you spiritual?

im in the church of satan

19. what is your favourite plant?

My favourite plant is a willow three, elegant , magical and haunted at the same time

20. what is your favourite feeling?

just fine ( id say my manic hours are the most fun but the depression that follows those isnt worth it)

21. what is your favourite word?

eikel (acorn, asshole, the tip of the penis

22. are you an artist?

yes!

23. what is your favourite flower?

Gladioli

24. are you happy?

ehh im living i guess

25. what are you thinking about right now?

some remus angst that ill probably never write

26. what emotion do you feel most often?

dull

27. what is your favourite season?

My favourite season is autumn/fall because the weather is finally cooling down and the threes are beautiful / also halloween

28. are you in a relationship?

nope

29. are you an introvert or extrovert?

introvert

30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?

MOON

31. what is your favourite scent?

i dont really have one , just my plushies they smell good

32. where do you feel most at home?

my room honestly i have lived in som many houses just give me a room with some of my stuff in it and il feel more at home than just sitting in my livingroom with my dad

33. what scares you the most?

honestly myself and life

34. do you believe in soulmates?

nah not really

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?

my ability to see from a different angle that other people mostly overlook

36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?

you’ve grown

37. who is your favourite music artist?

misso

38. what was your first kiss like?

forced wrong and aweful

39. are you a sensitive person?

yeh sometimes

40. when was the last time you cried?

yesterday

41. do you believe that love can last forever?

yeh, but who knows if you found the right one to love?

42. what do you think happens to us when we die?

you disappear but stay behind in the hearts of people that you love

43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

nope, my dad maybe. but cmon ya dont ask ya kid that youve put trough hell to be your newest childs meter

44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?

stuff you don't want to have in your head

45. do you believe in aliens?

well know after area 51

46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

helping me in my darkest days

47. do you find it hard to trust?

very hard lol

48. are you secretive?

oh hunny you don know

49. what colour are your eyes?

blue

50. do you have a nickname?

lucy, jack frost, little bat ( i really liked that one) ghost and a few more that i don't remember

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