#alaricseer

[featherbrainedangel]

@alaricseer

IT HAS BEEN YEARS. I DIDNT REALISE I STILL HAD THIS ACCOUNT. HOW WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT SEEING THIS BE LIKE

"hey that slutty fae would love this"

[idontkillorphans]

@alaricseer

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Sleipnirs body ached, relieved from the heavy armour he lugged around all day and night, leaving a tightness across his shoulders and lower back which would not be healed with a good nights rest.

He turned his head, frown settling on the prince when he made himself known. "And whose fault is that?" He remarked when the boy mentioned never seeing him in a state of undress like this. "Not to mention it is...improper. Your highness." Sleipnir freed his arm from his wrist.

"Why? Interested how an old fighter really looks?" Sleipnir did not consider himself ideal. He was an old mutt masquerading as a well to do knight. Ala was...firstly a prince. And secondly fae. No doubt to be sold to the highest bidder one day.

"It is nothing impressive, your majesty."

[evileyeaisling]

"So, I've not really celebrated this holiday before, and I'm not sure what the age is meant to be-" Alaric caught himself rambling, stopped and gave Aisling an apologetic smile. "What I am trying to say, is that I hid chocolate for the twins, and for the harpies."

He had also spent a silly amount on a giant stuffed rabbit, but that could be dealt with later.

Aisling stared at Alaric, hand covering her mouth as she snorted. It took her a moment to compose herself before she could speak without giggling. “Of course, it makes sense, you’re usually away for Easter. My darling, I hide eggs every year,” she began to dissolve into a fit of giggles, “That means this year we’ve hidden twice as many eggs!”

She cupped his face, touching her forehead to his as she laughed, “They’re all going to be searching for ages to find them all.” Aisling barely managed to stifle her laughter for long enough to kiss Alaric. “The kids will have a blast! Ahhh, well, that means you and I will have more time to relax, won’t it?

She gave a few more chuckles, “Oh my gosh… Well, would you like to hand out the baskets so they can start searching?”

[cigarettesandcoffee]

💕

@alaricseer 👀 (special image because it's us)

in addition to lily's post, here we observe the ACTUAL longest running ship I have on this blog; Luciano and Alaric. this is like a decade old ship at this point.

jaymes may in fact be unknowable and eldrich, but that does not stop me from holding him very near and dear to my heart.

he is very special to me, so much so that some of the tattoos on my body are drawn by him (@unfoxmeart go follow you sluts)

I don't think I've said it to him, but jaymes is one of my comfort people. we don't talk very frequently (being a cosmic horror is a busy job, after all. I understand) but that doesn't make him mean any less to me. the minute I see I have a message from him, my heart lights up and it's like we never stopped talking

but also if he tells you I'm a colony of ants in a trench coat, he's a filthy liar, spray him with water and accuse ala of having an ovipositor kink.

[jonvandernoorde]

"Take this to the kitchen and be gentle with it- oh don't look so sour, I came back didn't I?"

Alaric had left the night before, well aware of what the following day was for Jon. It had taken a little longer than he would have liked, meaning that his return found him in Jon's home at early evening, but he made it all the same. Gloved hands passed Jon a burlap wrapped basket, allowing him to take off his coat and boots before he joined his fellow immortal in the kitchen.

"Give me a kiss and I'll let you open it."

Jon was restless when Alaric finally arrived. The smell of cordite and gun oil was a sure sign he had been, until recently, shooting firearms. And since it was about evening, he had hoped he might have escaped the damn date. But also....he had been hoping that his lover would be there to greet him in the morning, and it had been a disappointment. So when he looked up from the oven, words had been forming on his lips. They melted away as he took the present, even though he tried to keep up the grump act. Right up until he kissed Alaric is when the small smile finally curled on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you." He placed it aside for a moment before pulling off the oven mitts. "This better be good. You have a whole morning to make up for."

[chaosfaery]

Let me stir the pot a little: what are some negative traits Lilé has that she learned/inherited from Deorsa? In what bad ways is she like him?

… oh, you’re a menace. a MENACE.

alright, here we go:

she doesn’t trust easily - or at all - and she gets that from him. she can be emotionally cold in certain situations.

her mask in situations is almost as good as his. she finds it hard to be herself, especially in public when eyes are on her constantly.

she doesn’t ever talk about it, but she inherited his skill at torture. she hates doing it, but she is very, very good at it.

if she’s been hurt or wronged, she will close herself off to prevent further harm. she did this when Meurig “died”. (@cigarettesandcoffee see what you did to her 👿)

(Not a personality trait, but she also has Deorsa’s eyes.)

[fierylittleniece]

"If you're gonna act like a weirdo, I'm not letting you hang out in my room anymore."

@alaricseer

[pride-of-azkets]

@alaricseer sent "⋆ the bodyguard gets injured in the process of coming between the protectee and a physical threat and, in a panic, the protectee fusses over them as they gingerly tend to their wounds" from [x]

The tenderness with which Alaric touched Soudan always brought him more comfort than the tourniquet or physician ever could. It was the care in every grace, the love in every whispered reprimand that made staying awake worthwhile.

"A flesh wound," he tried to soothe, even as he winced when air finally made contact with the wound in his shoulder. Not quite nothing, as much as he'd try to present that as the case to try and preserve Alaric's peace of mind, but the spotting of blood on his overcoat hadn't betrayed quite the extent of the glancing blow he'd suffered from an arrow. The weapon itself had been easy enough to dislodge, but the aftermath was a deep pit from the barbed point. "Nothing that won't sort itself out." His eyes, though, never left the sweet concern in his beloved's, yearning even to protect him from that.

[jonvandernoorde]

@alaricseer this is Jon and Ala but strawberries

[belladonna-gloriosa]

6, 16, 20

6.) Do you think that killing is ever justified?

“Absolutely. I am sure for humans this is meant to be a heavy moral quandary designed to weigh on one’s soul, but as someone who has killed it is not.” Belladonna shifts in her seat, face remaining neutral, “I am not good, I do not claim to be. I simply survive as of now. If I intend to thrive, eventually, killing is inevitable even without my past.”

16.) What would you consider a fate worse than death?

“To remain in my current situation eternally, without change or growth…”

20.) What would you like to achieve before you die?

“Power.”

[idontkillorphans]

Come Back to Bed'

Send 'Come Back to Bed' for your muse to sleepily call out to mine to do just that

"Go back to sleep." Sleipnir told the prince, readying his bracers. It was early. Before sunrise. But he could not rest. Not anymore. But that did not mean Ala had to get up.

[evileyeaisling]

5, 15, 20 for ais

5.) Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

“Not as of yet. Self defense, or defense of another is the only motive that immediately comes to mind. But… Balor makes it difficult, so it could end up being that someone could drive me to it outside of those specific scenarios…”

15.) Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

Aisling glances over at Alaric, who seems to be occupied with their children, before turning back and nodding.

20.) What would you like to achieve before you die?

“… Creating more safe havens for the misunderstood of our communities. Ones like Ala, the harpies, wizards who are seen as dangerous without proof.”

[lxvelikewinter]

There was a coldness in their expression as they waited for his answer that didn’t quite make it to their eyes. Their eyes held an air of hopefulness as if in this moment they hoped they were wrong. As if waiting for Alaric to prove them wrong just this once.

And yet, the moment those words excited his mouth of felt like someone had ripped her heart out. That cold mask crumpled with a weight they hadn’t realized they were holding. Brows knitted together as hot tears gathered in her eyes. Erika had always thought that was the reason for his distance, but for whatever reason they hadn’t realize how much it would hurt to hear it. It shouldn’t be a surprise really, Alaric was good at proving them right with his actions, guess he wasn’t sugarcoating it anymore.

“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry I- “

The idea of staying became violently too much to bear. They felt raw, and they had no doubt their expression looked it, and without a word they stumbled back toward the door, tripping over their own feet as they turned to dart for it, all the clean graceful composure that Erika was known for seemingly gone in an instance. The moment they were out the door, Erika shifted. The small black cat darting quickly to disappear into the dark woods surrounding her father’s home.

🥃 “do you regret having me brought back after what Subhoiem did?” -Erika (Who needs their feelings in tact amongst friends?)( @lxvelikewinter )

With distant horror, he saw the very thin thread retaining their rocky relationship, and how easily his answer, while a lie, would sever it.

"Yes, every single day since."

[jonvandernoorde]

"If you think I don't know what you're trying to do, you're wrong."

Alaric tried very hard to keep his eyes on his magazine, refusing to give Jon the satisfaction of catching him ogling. It worked for all of a minute. Stupid grey sweatpants, stupid well-built wizard.

Jon had a tight black tank top and grey sweatpants on and very little else. Everything was VERY on display, especially when he turned to look at Ala.

"What am I doing?" he pretended to grump. Secretly he absolutely 100% knew. "I'm planning to work out, maybe get some cardio."

[chaosfaery]

//oh hey @alaricseer just so you know, you can be a big ol’ monster fucker in Baldur’s Gate 3

Ala would have the time of his life in Faerûn for sure 😌

[chaosfaery]

Lilé woke early, as she usually did. And she found herself curling up against Thorn, savouring his closeness, his touch. And for whatever reason, their little one was happy to slowly roll, no kicking or pushing her ribs.

(For now, at least. There was no telling when Caoimhe would decide to run marathons.)

“Of course, mo ghrá.” Concern flickered, and her hand rested over his, gently interlacing their fingers. “What is it?”

Normally, she would tease, but this was a moment where she sensed that Thorn was genuinely uncertain.

Parenting (closed)

@chaosfaery

"She's giving you a break today. Not a single kick since we woke up."

It was a quiet morning in the cabin. Sprawled in a tangle of sheets and limbs, warmed by the early sun streaming in, Thorn held his wife. His hand rested on the swell of her belly, the gesture both protective and possessive, waiting for the stirring of life inside.

"If I ask you a question, will you promise not to laugh at me?" He murmured the question against the top of her head, uncharacteristically shy. The imminent arrival of their child had made Thorn aware of many things, many of which he'd not had to consider in his long life.