#illiam

[rotten-lemonn]

Been having the time of my life making emotes of my friends durges <3

(Feat. @snailcities Parsipan, @meanbossart DU Drow and including @bigbossbigbossbigboss Illiam, too, of course)

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[cyrusughhhh]

Troilus + some teen Fionn doodles

[tendertenebrosity]

for the edgy oc asks: 17 and 25 for illiam? 👀

17: What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Honestly, I think setting him an almost impossible task and then piling up public and personal pressure on him to fulfill it! The physical injuries and stuff, whatever, but that's torment right there.

25: What is your favorite thing about your OC?

As a writer, the fact that he has all of this vulnerability and softer feelings that he is just absolutely, debilitatingly unable to express.

[faun-draws]

“Beautiful, elegant, ruthless“

„She saw Illiamer then, standing at the window her hands and arms all the way to her elbows covered and dripping with blood.“

[ryuusea]

pigtails, brothers-in-law

[illiam-plays]

Day three favourite children’s story!!

🐰 Emily’s busy day! 🐰

I didn’t actually know there was more to the series

[softsnzstuff]

Will you do a fic of Joel from TLOU with a sneezy cold? 😅

Let’s goooooo! Gear shift ⚙️ yes I would love to write this! Set between seasons 1 and 2 when they’re living with Tommy in the town compound place! ~KB

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The winter wind whipped Ellie’s hair around. She picked up the pace on the way back to the house her and Joel were sharing. She stomped on the steps up the porch, trying to shake the shoe loose from her boots.

“Ugh fuck” she muttered under her breath as the warm air from inside finally hit her.

She hung up her coat and bent down to untie her boots. This was proving to be a difficult task as her hands were still thawing from the elements.

“AEESSSH!”

A sneeze echoing from deeper in the home made her jump slightly.

“You sound like shit, Joel!” She called over her shoulder, tugging off both boots.

She shivered and grabbed a blanket from off the couch and bundled herself in it as she ventured towards the sounds.

Joel had his back to her, he was heating something on the stove, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. He brought a hand up and pitched forward again. She could see his back tense up through the hoodie.

“H’ISSHIEW”

“Bless you.”

The man turned around, tissue still pressed to his nose.

“Fuck! You look like shit too.”

“You know in some cultures that would be considered rude.” He grumbled sarcastically, congestion cutting through.

He knew she was right, though. He’d seen himself in the mirror - pale, bags under his eyes, nose red.

Ellie stepped forward, taking the blanket off of herself and wrapping it around Joel’s shoulders.

“Hey, come on now,” Joel protested, “It’s cold out.”

“I have jackets. What are you doing out of bed anyways?”

Joel pulled the blanket a little tighter around himself. “Making tea because my throat hurts.”

He poured some into his mug and held up the pot.

“Want some?” He asked.

“Sure why not.”

He opened the cabinet and grabbed a second mug, pouring the remainder into it. He leaned up against the counter and handed her the mug. She blew gently and took a sip, scrunching her face after.

“This is tea? Plant water…?” She asked judging.

“I didn’t say it was my favorite, I said it’s because my throat hurts.” He took a sip himself and tried to hold back a very similar face.

“Why don’t you go lie down? Sooner you get better, sooner you can stop drinking that.”

The teen knew he would much rather be drinking his coffee. He sighed in agreement and nodded before heading upstairs with his tea.

[screwnames-ihatenames]

Thinking about troilus and how another name of his was illiam and how important he is to the story of the Iliad and still so few people know him despite him being a clear example of Achilles cruelty and how important he is in some versions where his death means the fall of Troy and I’m sick over this 12 year old do you understand

[vermilion-mp3]

Saw a cannibal bunny on my walk to work today and just thought "mood"

[bunny-kisser]

[spiderwarden]

„Then let me see how ticklish these hips of yours actually are.“

Her priestess raking her fingernails over her hips and the side of her waist, just the faintest whisper of a touch.

Minthara is flipping through a tome of the surface collected in regards to keeping her senses sharp when it came to speaking their language. She recalls even now having to read and write in their tongue before her own blooding of the noble ritual and aimed to keep her skills sharpened as ever. Minthara flips a page of the book resting atop her thighs as she sat perched within their shared bed. She should have known that something was amiss when the Vandree priestess came in to trek through the shredded parchments scattered across the floor in silence. Without her usual snark in order, the quiet was always an indication of mischief. The younger of the two raises an eyebrow and turns her head to peer past the pages of the novel. observing as she crawls across the plush of the bed before settling on her stomach near her hip.

Their eyes met and Minthara is quick to turn her eye back to the book balanced on her thighs. Despite her show of nonchalance, her focus was entirely skewed now that the Priestess was here. She could feel Illiamer's eyes still watching her and it's when she finally speaks that Minthara peeks at her again. It is almost a shy glance as her own red eyes flickered across her skin that was so much more richer in color than her own. Minthara's lips twitch and, "My hips are not-" Minthara jolts as a spark of shivering excitement bursts up her sides at her touch and suddenly the book is briefly forgotten as her hands scramble to close over Illiamer's, complete with a hushed outburst of, "Illiamer!" She can't help the amusement in her eye as she looks at her in a poor attempt at seriousness. Minthara inhales with the visible fight of her smile, "Stop." It was a command that was intended to be much more astute when she thought to say it. She even held her eye. However the small chuckle lining her tone helped nothing.

"No." She spoke again, this time unable to fight her own smile as Illiamer suddenly grins ear to ear and shifts up onto her hands and knees. Leaning over toward her in an ominous little prowl that sent shivers up Minthara's hips in anticipation of what was to come. The young Paladin closes the book with a small thump and scoots back toward the head of the bed with the lift of the tome with a weak threat to wallop her on the top of the forehead if she came any closer. "I said .. no! Illiamer!" And that was the instant with an undignified yelp of laughter Illiamer's hands grasps into the bend of her knees and drags her back down.

@faun-draws

[yathtallar]

A Illiamer has appeared! What to do? Scare | Flirt | Feed | Hug

@spiderwarden || said SCARE!

It had been a long day at the temple for Illiamer. Minthara had been away for some days, chasing after another traitor. And the way it had sounded when she left it would take a few more days for her to return. The high priestess sat in a large armchair, only in a bathrobe, her hair still damp. She had pulled her knees up all the way to her chest, an untouched book was laying next to her on the armrest. Instead of reading she was playing with magic. Transfixed by the colourful light that danced across her fingertips. Blues and violets and a bit of green, a mix of cantrips; it took none of her energy to cast these floating lights. She was still staring at them, debating if she should still read a bit or enter reverie to rest when she saw something from the corner of her eye. And when she turned her head she screeched, jumping up from her position, standing on the armchair, ice forming at the tips of her fingers, ready to defend herself from the intruder who had been so close that their cheeks had almost touched.

It took Illiamer a second to realise that it was Minthara, who went almost to her knees from laughing, before she reached out to her, offering her hands to help Illiamer down.

„By Lolth and all the gods I know, you horrible woman!“, she shouted at the young paladin who was still laughing, „I should throw you into the spiderpits for scaring the shit out of me! How dare you?! I could have killed you!“

[faun-draws]

She was a high priestess of House Vandree. Beautiful, elegant, ruthless.

I adored her, and had been sharing her bed for some time when the order came that she must die.

I stayed with her while the poison did its work, and whispered words of comfort as she slipped away.

-Minthara Baenre, Baldurs Gate 3

She brought food and wine to her priestess. Leaving armor and weapons at home. Her love knew the wine was poisoned. Still she drank the whole glass, sadness and defeat in her eyes. She caught her before she hit the ground.

„I am so sorry.“, she whispered against her cheek, smeared with blood. Both of them shed a tear, glistening in the hundred candles that lit the temple.

Edit: I am now writing their story down. Its ‚Her Priestess‘ on ao3

[illiam-plays]

🤎✨Sleepy bunny✨🤎

[softsnzstuff]

TLOU MASTERLIST

((I can’t believe I don’t have one of these but okay))

•Joel with a cold

•Joel w/ dad sneezes and a cold

[jackalsraised]

oh no, i have a type