#Sycamour;

[ringleaderising]

*tips hat* M'lore-day.

I'm interested in hearing more about The Host, especially Selvvinir and Sycamour.

What were the circumstances surrounding their deaths?

Would you like to talk about some of the bargains they've struck with mortals?

For The Host in general: How do they deal with the dragons who hunt them? How difficult is it for regular dragons to defeat any members of The Host?

Of Dirge and Death

[Selvvinir and Sycamour]

The End in the Beginning

Known in kinder company as The Bonebound Bard and The Harvestmaster, Selvvinir and Sycamour do not share a domain, but they are among some of The Host's only known gray morality members. Their deals are fair, albeit dangerous- and it is most likely because in death, they were not as furious as their fellow entities.

Selvvinir led a clan for a time in a shape far unlike the one she wears now. A battle poet and storyteller who penned the bulk of her people's stories in meter to be performed in the honor of the fallen, Her honesty would see her destroyed, as her tales of survival and perseverance spat cleanly in the eye of those trying to rewrite her ilk as the aggressors in a grand clash between Plague clans that led to her ultimate capture. The remnants of her once-great pack have been scattered to the wind now, and the leaders have shed the fins and skull-plates of Mirrors for the feather of Skydancers and grand bulk of Guardians, and in death, she offers her voice to those who seek to be remembered in the echelons of great singers, performers, bards and poets- with the caveat that they use her boon only to speak truths.

A liar wielding her blessing will find themselves swiftly and resolutely crushed beneath claws still slick with the filth of the Wyrmround she was drown within.

Sycamour Was not raised under the banner of Plague's great respect for power and survival, and one might assume that would have made him more angry to die than Selvvinir, who's respect for her culture meant her death was accepted, albeit, perhaps, more cruel than it needed to be. In life, he was a scholar stationed in Lanternlea Port, a keeper of a grand library of Light Flight's most cherished knowledge. His death was a simple accident, if you ask the wrong people, found deceased with a deadly dose of a bitter root in his cup of tea, the fine porcelain laid almost picture perfectly, beside the pearlcatcher and his scrolls... with his pearl nowhere to be found. Those with a more conspiratorial mind might insist he knew too much, had found something that a collective of others may not have wanted known- But his work unfinished, his desire to catalogue that which dragonkind knows still burning hot within him- The Host welcomed him with open arms.

Serving now as both a reaper predominantly focused on the collection of Pearlcatchers in their moment of death and specifically, gathering their pearls to fill his 'library'- Sycamour is not without his willingness to trade what he knows to petitioners. He is a Memory Broker, using his abilities as a spirit to strip memories from the pearls he harvests and pass them along to the highest bidder- But a memory given is a memory lost, and all things are a trade with the Harvestmaster.

Let's make a Deal.

Selvvinir and Sycamour don't often make deals with the mortals of Sornieth, and the notable subject who sought a deal with Selvvinir made his deal with a different lady of strings entirely. But that does not mean there have been none at all.

[Tarrence and Occulus]

Tarrence is no mortal at all, and his deal with the Bonebound Bard is a favor from a friend, instead of a curse. Tarrence abandoned The Host some time ago, to hide himself away from the politics and petty squabbles of his fellow spirits. The true spirit of Death who's position now splits among his fellows and rests more heavily on Sycamour, in fact, Selvvinir's pity for his desire to protect his only son and escape from the cycle The Host insists upon forcing led to a deal struck in a long-held familial affection. Should Tarrence seek her former lover, and offer him protection from death, from the looming threat of being made a member of The Host himself, Selvvinir would defy her own nature- Siren songs speaking beautiful lies in the ears of those who would rather see him continue in his position- or destroyed and absorbed entirely.

Occulus' deal is one of cruel hunger for ascension, and she sought knowledge from the fount of the Harvestmaster. What Occulus gave up for what she knows is unclear, but given her personality, and general proclivity for being a stone-cold bitch, one might assume it was the last happy memory she bore. The owner and operator of The Mirrors Apartments in Vaudemire Way, she's a good bit more dangerous than her pretty face might imply- and the knowledge she traded for has a cost greater than her own memory- the knowledge of how to create Beholders of the Host without the violent, detrimental cragging of the mind that oft comes from experiencing such power- she seeks to bring the Gods to her own level- and her hunger for knowledge means her greed is... overlooked, by Sycamour. She'll need more than knowledge to strip those on high from their place, after all.

Dethroned.

[Absinthe, Dethrone, And Bast]

While there have been several Host-Hunters over the years, there are currently very few who are... notable thorns in the side of the Host itself, and they are, unsurprisingly, given The Host's reach, unrelated to one another entirely.

Absinthe is a young priest in over his head, investigating the strange happenings around Vaudemire Way, The Stelhope Orphanage, and The Black Adder Circus. Hired by a man who went missing mysteriously soon after his arrival, Absinthe's stay in Vaudemire Way has been... odd, to say the least, and the mad ramblings of the few people who he was directed to as 'leads' have not offered much aid. However, his nosing around has earned the ire of one spirit, Magda, the Eyeless One is not one for the meddling of those who speak with the dead- and Absinthe's investigations have been turning over dirt- and things best left buried- perhaps unlucky for Absinthe, Magda's Cleaversworn is not in the market of asking questions.

Dethrone is ancient, and furious. He seeks to destroy specifically three members of The Host, the Three who conspired to create him. In most cases, Dethrone would have been classified as a member of The Host himself, an undead wraith wreathed in vile black flame, bound in bandages and stitched together with gold. He is a Beholder, despite this, Stygian's one and only, and created, perhaps, with the intention of a power play. In league with Mithos and Puppeteer, Stygian created Dethrone, enabling him to see members of the Host, to hunt more efficiently- their intention to haul a missing god back into their council- Dethrone has only ripped their newest members to ribbons, in response. He defies what he is called to do, and instead follows the streaking energy of the Splintering to possible Ascensions- destroying the fledgling spirits with flame and fang.

Bast, finally, is the most 'recent' but most knowledgeable Host-Hunter. Present at the site of the Splintering that trapped Hope Adder Enterprises in a time bubble, and released The Host across time and space all at once, Bast's task is not to kill the Host, but to secure it, and return them to the walls of H.A.E.- He is aware of what caused the Host's creation, his boss' meddling in the affairs of life, death, and technology and the subsequent escape attempt by VAN- the results of Avis' unethical hunger for knowledge. Infected with an offshoot illness caused by a small number of host members, Bast is uniquely equip to pursue and fight those who resulted from The Splintering- and has a relatively impressive capture rate- Four possible Host ascensions contained and prevented from claiming any greater power is almost unheard of.

Which does, in fact, lead to the question: Can those who might be referred to as "regular" fend off members of the Host? And the answer is resistance is possible- defeat is unlikely. While they are not true gods, simply mangled spirits twisted with magic, and the tangling threads of reality, they have been given a number of boons that make them difficult to fight, to say the least. It is a matter of wits and deception- turning deals back into the face of those who make them- seeking aide in those around you- a lone dragon will never survive the thrall of the Host- the promise they offer too great, their hunger for consumption often too strong- the Host-Hunters themselves are touched by The Splintering, wielding skills not accounted for in the bounds of reality.

[oriigirii]

I think itd be a crime if i didnt do this meme with literally my tallest oc, so heres a step by step guide on how to talk to short people by Charlie Sycamour 🦒

[juicedbox1]

I made a spotify playlist for Hannigram. It's a work in progress.

It's filled with more rock/metal/alt music so if you like that, give it a listen (please im desperate)

I'm open to song suggestions to add.

uhhh yeah

[lordgroose]

SYCAMOUR - Calm Down Juliet (What A Drama Queen)

[gh0vtzb1og]

Can I request Simon not wanting to go to a concert w/ fem! Reader because it’s a band that songs are the ones he fucks her too. (Sleep token in mind lol) but basically him being whiny and pouty because he can’t get her cock drunk face out of his head. He goes with her and starts teasing her…very handsy especially when their song comes on. She pouts at him and he ushers them to the bathroom locking the door and fucking her senseless to the thumping bass and muffled lyrics of the concert.

Strum of the acoustic. Concert au / GHOST X FEM READER

Notes ; teasing, sex to music,

Music others have suggested would fit in with this

Angel - sycamour

The summoning - sleep token

Chokehold - sleep token

Take me back to Eden - sleep token

(Disclaimer, I like country and old school metal, definitely loved angel but I’ve tried sleep token and I don’t love them, but for the sake of this it will be a sleep token concert)

You were standing in line of the sleep token concert with Simon. He paid for it of course, ghost loved spoiling you. You and him stood in line, your fingers entangling with his. A hum leaving his throat as he stared down at you, the way your leather shorts hugged your ass. The way your cropped t-shirt showed off your pretty little love handles. He stared at you as you two waited, clutching the tickets between his fingers tightly.

“Ya excited love? I know how badly you’ve wanted to see these guys.” Ghost whispered to you, you smiled back at him, holding his hand tightly and walking with him to your seats, ghost was thinking to himself. He wouldn’t be able to control himself, just the thought of cumming onto your leather shorts, or finger fucking you.

You and ghost stood in the pit, standing infront of him, just so no creepy guys touched you. Ghost rubbed your shoulders, waiting for the band to start playing, it was almost dark out, a front band had just finished up and sleep token was getting on stage. Ghost had a beer in his right hand, his left holding onto you.

He was excited, so were you. Lifting your heel off the ground every second to keep yourself contained. A curtain of fog was covering the stage, a strum of a guitar filling your ears as you got more excited, ghost smiled, watching as you squirmed, the main singer stepped out from the mist. Starting their set.

-

The summoning intro had started. Ghost groaned, he’d pounded you to this song so much times, he’s watched you get yo a point of breaking on his cock while listening to this. He remembers her cute face, the way her eyes roll back and her tongue sticks out. Ghost grabbed your hips. Pulling at your shorts teasingly, he wanted you so bad, he couldn’t stop himself for wanting to breed you.

Ghost grabbed your belt loop to your shorts, tugging you towards the bathroom, “Simon! I’m trying to enjoy the show!” You protested, he fought through your cries though. Dragging you to the bathroom and moving you into a stall. You were pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall. Pulling his pants and boxers down, his cock throbbed out of them, he pulled down your leather shorts, staring at your cute lace thong you wore.

Ghost put his hands on your chest, ripping your shirt off and removing your bra, he began to play with your tits as his tip pressed against your lace panties. The way his pre cum and your wetness soaked them excited him. He throbbed against you, pressing between your thighs and then pulling your panties off. He was gonna rail the fuck out of you in this bathroom.

Ghost slammed into your cunt, keeping beat with the muffled music of your song. His cock was fucking in and out of your cunt at a rough pace, Simon couldn’t control himself, just remembering your face, the way you crumble when he fucks you to this.

Your eyes rolled back as you stuck your tongue out, whines and moans leaving your lips as you let him pound you, ghost loved doing you in bathrooms, he loved when he could hear others quickly leave as they saw his pants and boxers down to his ankles. The soft sound of civilians worried gasps, they could always hear you moaning. Simon never kept you quiet, he loved when everyone could hear your moans.

He continued to pound into you for the rest of the concert, you’ll just see them again, no biggie. Atleast you can hear it; and you and him are spending it in the best way you can.

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I feel like my writing is getting bad please tell me if it is

[cybersteal]

𝕆ℂ 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 // 𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕪 𝔻𝕖'𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕠

got tagged eons ago by @blackrevell & @ouroboros-hideout and as usual it's taken me four hundred and eighty nine years to actually do it. my bad, chooms

Animal: Golden eagle🦅

Colors: Olive green🫒 neon yellow📀 & cherry red🍒

Month: August🌞

Song: Angel by SYCAMOUR🎶

Number: 61🎲

Day or Night: Night; specifically late evening🌃

Plant: Alligator Juniper🌳

Smells: Burnt rubber🏎️ cigarette smoke🚬 exhaust fumes💨 stale beer🍻 amber🟠 jalapeño🌶️

Gemstone: Fire agate💎

Season: Summer🏖️

Places: Bars & clubs🥤 mechanic's workshop🔧 restricted areas🛑 back-road rest stops🏜️ precariously high places🏗️ abandoned fairgrounds🎪

Food: Anything that's messy to eat🌭🍔🌯

Astrological sign: Sagittarius♐

Element: Fire🔥

Drink: Beer & cheap whiskey🍺🥃

no pressure to do this if i tag you - and feel free to do this anyway even if i don't! i ain't about to gatekeep this shit lmao lemme see all the stuff you associate your character with mmmmm - @pinkyjulien @meltingangels @nightcityace @lucky38-2077 @rosapexa @fereldanwench @wraithsoutlaws @netripper @alphanight1-vp @afterdark-vp @chooh2 @dreamskug @elvenbeard @vince-linder

[borderline-culture-is]

(hi. music rec) bpd is downpour by sycamour

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[q2k]

🎶 Calm Down Juliet (What a Drama Queen) - SYCAMOUR

[ringleaderising]

Council of the Dead! Who do you expect will be joining us next?

Puppeteer: The Ringmistress, Lady of the Strings, Domain of corruption, trickery, swindling.

Encore: The Flamebearer, Lord of the Light, Domain of destruction, Lanternkeepers, of vice, seduction, acting on whims and coming out burned.

Selvvinir: The Bonebound Bard, Lady of the Choir, Domain of music, lies, gossip, whispered misdeeds and half-honesties.

Sycamour: The Harvestmaster, Lord of Memories, Domain of Death, excess, things misremembered, of greed and nostalgia.

Magda: The Eyeless One, Lady of the Graves, Domain of burial, righteous vengeance, of needless and cruel death.

Mithos: The Heathen, Lord of Consumption, domain of gluttony, war, and selfish acts.

Lacrymosa: The Warmaiden, Lady of the Blade, Domain of honorable combat, rest earned in bloodshed, of healers and fighters.

INTRUDER: The Static Reflection, Lord of the Wires, Domain of technology, the loss of self to what's shown in the darkness of a screen and to others.

[oriigirii]

As a tall person I don't get many opportunities to enjoy being high up (like sitting on chairs without my feet touching the ground, it's all because of the long legs haha). If I asked nicely, do you think Charlie could give me a piggy back ride or hold me up or something? I'd be happy to give him something in return! Some leafy greens maybe? 🥬🥬🥬🦒🦒

Dont worry Anon! Charlie's a pretty reasonable guy, he'd carry just about anyone despite any reason you have, no questions asked. Although you may find yourself in a pickle running through the halls with the low door ways...

(also sorry if i only responded now 🥺)

[silversiren1101]

10 Songs

Tagged by @molochka-koshka and @serenbach86 and @arendaes to put a playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 song. Not tagging anyone since I think everyone was got...

Songs I pulled from my "Hardcore" (gym) playlist.

Downpour - SYCAMOUR

In Control - Time, The Valuator, Nico Schieswitz

HVY - Toothgrinder

The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Blood and Bones - Name Taken

Tamagotchi - Sea in the Sky

Holding On - Happy Hour, Will Ramirez

Red Hen - Wolf & Bear

In Our Wake - Atreyu

White Girl Drinks - Happy Hour

[spearxwind]

when will sycamour return from the war

[s-static]

got tagged by @1kari to shuffle spotifys On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs that play sooooo

fitzpleasure - alt j

cant be mine - bad nerves

evergreen/arsonist - katzun

calamity - king shelter

dear dictator - saint motel

coffee - sycamour

tomorrow is closed - nothing but thieves

i was just a kid - nothing but thieves

im gonna tell my therapist on you - pinkshift

autotheist - baby bugs

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im gonna tag @casadastraphobos @singintomyself @reallycoolsoup @aradiamegido @salmonsaur @helixneo @xyfan and anyone else who'd like to join in ^^

[digitalroot]

♫

never know by bad omens

the measure by sycamour

another mess by speech patterns

broken inside by broken iris

sun killer by spiritbox

[containatrocity]

I want to feel your bones corrode with mine Close to mine Grind against you like I wanna get inside Ooh, it's just the way that you move, honey I don't know what I would do, if you were to refuse my love Am I alone here? Am I alone here? I've waited all this time, just to let you know How I feel, who I am, what I need, what I need Oh, and if you've got a thing for control You've got me, you've got me...