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SO um. Sometimes u make a character an au counterpart for ur own setting from being fan ocs :P

[Ichorous kisses like a force of nature. Savant is only human- who would they be to resist?

But they can return the favor.

The grip on the lapels of their coat are matched with hands fisted in inky hair, bites met in kind, and when Savant finds something bitter, something hotter than Ichorous ever seems to be, in their mouth and warming them to the core, they push right back into it, like they can drain the power from her very being.

And perhaps they can.

It was hardly intentional, when Ichorous began to change them. To warp them into something… a touch more glorious.

But it would sooner let them carve her open upon some dead thing’s altar than stop now.]

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Folks still in the making include but are not limited to: coyote, remnis, lavish, Podsol and Isohel, blue who is a regular problem at the Silverfin casino, gold who pilots a ship and is close with joulie, Jouren, discos, Silverfin, balist’s late spouse, sporks, olive on millen’s ship,

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Mathew haset lore pls!

Um! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on about him, but he’s a storyteller who can make vast illusions! His staple outfit items for stories are a matching autumnal long coat and top hat, which cover his cat tail and ears respectively

He’s mostly just a happy dude, aside from now being partners with a god :P

He’s like six foot something and has shaggy red hair and he likes cooking for himself and his boyfriend even if Neil doesn’t technically need to eat

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UM!! Meandering writing my apparent beloved. Also Derrek my beloved.

[It’s been a long time, since it happened again. Derrek was starting to wonder if he’d just… live without it. That… jerking connection to the other forms of himself. At most, maybe a sensation would drift to him, something sharp biting into his skin as he clenches a fist around it, or wind on his face, or sounds, when he’s just falling asleep. But… his dreams have all been his own.

It’s been so long that he’s stopped worrying about it, even. Maybe this is just it. It ruined his life, and it made him better for it, and it just… goes away, now? After years of it haunting his sleep, and crashing into him like glass at random… he finds himself making plans.

And he finds him following through on them.

Derrek goes out for lunch with his friends. He goes with Strom to a concert, and he watches the colors of the music dance before his eyes, mingling with the souls of the crowd before him, through the earplugs that she bought him.

He goes to a pottery class with Aura and Strom, and the clay is… surprisingly nice to work with. He makes a mug, and unintentionally shapes it to fit his hand much more than anyone had realized until Amber borrows it one morning. Aura still laughs at him about it, every so often.

He visits the coast with Amber and Jay, and he feels the ocean on his skin for the first time in… what feels like far, far too long.

He lets himself sit in the bittersweet feeling of it, while the two of them head off for something to eat. Some cafe they’d spotted on the way in that hadn’t sounded too appealing to him, but Amber promised to bring him back something.

So here he sits. Sand under his legs and between his fingers as he leans back, the sun on his cheeks and shoulders, the wind catching the hairs that have fallen from his braid, and the waves rising and falling around him like breathing… it feels like home. Just as much as the home he’s made, with Amber and Strom, and with Aura and Jay… it’s home.

But it feels like home to a person that’s not him anymore. A person that’s not been him for quite some time now. Someone harsher, and crueler, and someone who would stare into the eye of the void in spite of everything just to challenge the universe to blink first.

It didn’t. It never does.

But now, here he is again. The same sky and sea and beach that his ship made port at so very many times over the years, and… as nice as it is, to visit, it feels wrong.

He’s come to terms with the body he’s been placed in, for the most part. That isn’t the problem. It isn’t the face or the blood or the skin that makes him feel like he’s in somebody’s place when he shouldn’t be… it’s him.

Derrek had forgotten how hollow that feeling was.

He takes a deep breath and lays back, dragging his arms back and forth through the sand as he just… breathes. Listens to the waves, and the wind, and the voices of whoever is wandering within earshot for the time.

And then it happens again.

He’s not used to it anymore- he doesn’t even have time to try and brace himself for the feeling of landing in the experiences of somebody else.

He feels bandages around his ribs, and a pulsing, burning ache under his arm, and the warmth of a fire in front of his shins and palms…

But he still feels the sea.

He had forgotten how disorienting it could be, being so torn like this.

The other him is crying- his tears are warm on his cheeks, and there’s an arm across his shoulders, and a leg pressed against his own. There’s a voice he doesn’t recognize, singing a song he doesn’t know, but… it seems to help.

Derrek doesn’t get whatever turmoil this version of him is experiencing, and it feels like he’s staring in on a moment he shouldn’t be, because of it.

But he experiences the moment nonetheless.

He takes a deep breath in sync with the weeping man, and… damn. It’s nice, for things to line back up, even just for a second.

And as the seconds draw out, or maybe minutes, he finds himself picking up the songs tune. Humming it himself. Maybe he’ll look into it, to see if he can find it in this reality.

He can feel the air around him cooling, and distantly wonders if the sun- his sun- is setting.

He wonders if this other version of him enjoys the night just as much as himself.

He’s still digging his hands back and forth in the sand when he comes back to himself, a little at a time.

And he breathes. The ocean’s smell carries in the air, here, and he wonders if he’s going to miss it, when they go back home.]

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It’s been a minute since I’ve been on about the relationship between Geryon and Larry

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Thinks about how lucky wouldn’t realize she’s a cyborg for a very long time and then would get So Excited when she did realize

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fuck it elysur oc list if you wanna see all of them

Aeluin Azora, Bo Rei-Kenn, Ava Belpheobe, Malric Parsle, Sean Runn, Finn Emrys, Duncan, Joemar Haggard, Jonothan Fer, Dwynwyn Fer, Ruthellian Ithid, Red Fernsby, Davin Fernsby, Erellise Feros, Karen Feros-Phelluere, Melanie Locke-Feros-Allris-Sjuhi-Raiyez-Vel-Ru'Kir-Ellwith-Garen-Sje'ir-Rakhar-Ir-Illiden-Neferi-Wilson-Melleiyi-Smith-Turner-Rune-Gaben-Rancoure-Syrene-Keurein-Rin-Pheleure, Royal Feros, Robissimer Denalaren, Revys Geult, Doug Elidyr, Olea Elidyr, Jade Smith, Elle Noire, Rey Jaret, Heaven Smith, Mera (?), Tina Noire, Sam (?), Aljena Cole, Eri Sallow, Orion Sallow, Synaelia Runn, Ves Thassix, Jamson Sterling, Jude Sterling, Marie Thassix, Myre Sterling, Neil Sterling, Valentina Ruby, Matthew Haset, Chess Haset, Zacharias Brent, Zoe Brent, Lila Voz, Ki Voz, Feather Jones, Allison Brent, Jameson Elidyr, Alixandra Brent, William Brent, Dravik Rencoure, Maria Brent, Jorden Grange, Leonidus Grange, Dana Grange, Bilaris Syrene, Anna Syrene, Melia Syrene, Jackson Feros, Nara Syrene-Feros, Viniri Syrene-Rin, Thane Avalor, Kyle Mallory, Laurelei Mallory, Enric Feros, Catherine Feros, Kirian Feros, Elouise Feros, Naven Feros, Naomi Feros, Jemyn Feros, Liam Smith, Era Featherwye, Sage Rune, Neve Ria, Rasha Tuldahn, Gillian Emrys, Daniel Emrys, Merin Emrys, Nellie Emrys, Vanessa Emrys, Malcolm Emrys, Benoni Mort, Dev Turyn, Nierelli Aominn, Nara Stone, June Stone, Bethany Gorman, Tanra Domiticus, Aelia Domiticus, Raelin Sallow, Ash Ferthen, Erin Aominn, Derrek Velhues, Derek Jones, Unona Coul-Vriggs, Veran Coul, Kavarie June, Vesa Velhues, Seils Tunef, Feryn Rumer Demm, Vista Demm, Corvina Silva, Rij Seraq, Ilkinz Seraq, Mara Seraq, Angel (?), Mera Qerq, Isja Seraq, Corvid Qerq, Aegis Blackstone, Cliff (?), Laris (?), Lode (?), Steel (?), Ferrent Stone, Lawrence Nighy, Arson Lawrence, Geryon Amnes, Syl Irileth, Barrow, Carie Lowell, Veyduta Tal-Mewt, Timita Tal-Mewt, Azure Veil, Cara (?), Amber Veil, Strom, Alimen Voz, Sairena "Lucky" Locke, Vera Riss, Allura Prode, Juno Antoinette, Solace Myr, Peraq Benval'n, Qoric Ovenn, Quric Devoted, Rannes Adjourned, Ericke Miste, Leila Winged/Wingless, Vivia Smith, Ri Aominn, Kee Seln, Cyril Ja, Rho Evek, Whiss Bren, Ciel Reishi, Missy Vessith, Elena Wyren, Naven Voltyren, Morose Rheubdae, Chadwick, Senvh Qerq, Quinn Cole, Aster Danica, Layla (?), Sampson (?), Reese (?), Mejta Qerq, Mari (?), Viras Kel, Winnifred Wilson, Eris Wilson, Spark Wilson, Glen Ava, Kris Daniels, Sydney Dale, Kat Dale, Delila Harken, Gizmo Boom, Rei Kirian, Jean Kirien, Jules Denver, Aveth Tunis, Timothy Hare, Tyret Mallory, Keldan Seraq, Beck, Roman Jack, Moss, Lux Sallow, Shay Hex, Valre Qerq, Maelstrom Derecho, Kaelyn Fisher, Veduta Tal-Mewt, Timita Tal-mewt, Felicity Thren, Lauv Hex, Aether Glen, Mikail Barne, Kellin Syras, Dune Davis, Soot (?), Liar Rune, Ichorous, Wynric Ace Savant

and i'm sure theres more but good lord i went through a very decent portion of my pen name tag for these after i ran out of the family tree (plus) that i made in senior year lol

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[It’s no longer raining.

Mikail hadn’t realized that it could rain, in whatever plane the Pools reside, but… evidently, it can. It has been for hours. And the event is… unnerving. Not that it’s the only thing to do that, of course.

The only thing that ever moves here is the blood pond.

But the rain had been loud enough that, wherever the distant storm was, the sharp sound of it could reach Kail from where they’re sat on the fuzzy grass.

They sigh and check the time- they’re only supposed to keep watch for another hour or so, but gods about, the time drags on like nothing else when they’re here. And maybe they’ve spent too much time under the same painted sky, but… it feels like the gold streaks through the wine-violet sky are staring at them. Caged in by a wall of trees, packed too tight to fit an arm between.

The still air starts sitting on their skin wrong, so they pull on their jacket, for what little that does, and lay back. If the sky is going to watch them, they can watch it right back.

And they wake to pain, coursing through their being.

And they wake on unfamiliar ground.

And they can’t so much as breathe, for a few minutes.

And when they try to teleport home, to reach for that tether, they find nothing.

And it takes a while for that to process, for the feeling of aloneness to settle in, but when it does, they scream.

And it resonates with something in them, like nothing else has so far, and… if they were a paragon of their kin, they could take this and do great things. They could cleave the earth open beneath them, and rend the air asunder, and maybe, just maybe, they could re-thread some of the universe to their whim.

But they’re not. And all that happens is little more than a hum in the air around them and a little kicked up dust, both of which are lost in the wind.

And then they just… sit there. Too tired to cry like they want to, and in too bad of a state to do anything about where they are.

And so they wait. For the pain to pass, or for their magic to reshape itself into something that doesn’t actively ache, or for something to just happen to them, they don’t know. But they wait.]

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Nobody:

Me: on about Geryon and Lawrence’s relationship for the millionth time

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[Distant creaking as the old rusted swing dances in the wind. The roar of the forge. And the sharp song of hammer meeting metal.

Everything between his shoulders aches, and he takes a second to catch his breath, turn the hammer over in his hand, before he sets back in.

He can feel the gateway turn, and doesn’t bother to look up. There’s only a handful of folks left that it’s willing to let through, and he would trust it’s judgement just as much as his own.

A stray strike.

He flinches, and very nearly throws his work to the floor, even before the pain sets in, and his curse echoes about the garage.

When he settles enough to think to start again, there’s someone moving to lean on his truck. He’s tossing the blade back into the forge when they speak up.

“Have you seen Mikail recently?”

It takes him a few moments to put a face to the name, and he shrugs.

“I’ve not seen them in a few days, and-“

He clears his throat before he interrupts.

“Keepers do that. Folks who can transport especially. I’m sure they’re fine.”

The person sighs, and he can see them fold their arms out of the corner of his eye.

“Well… if you see them, let me know, alright?”

“Would if I knew who the fuck you were.”

That came out rude. Oops. He sighs and picks up his hammer again.

“Leave something of yours on the porch, and I’ll get in touch.”

He nods towards the front porch and sets back to work, the sound of metal on metal effectively enough ending the conversation.

He hopes their friend is alright.]

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[There’s a storm long before Sade even considers going to bed. They even stay up, to watch the fire burn in the hearth and listen to the rain drum against the roof, overpowered by the occasional crack of thunder.

The earth will enjoy the rain.

They’re bringing their mug to their lips when there’s a knock at the door. Followed by a slightly more insistent knock, before they can decide whether or not to ignore it entirely.

When they open the door, they find a man there, leaning on the doorframe with one arm, and lit only by their firelight. He’s soaked in the rain, and his hat is pushed forward where the rain runs off their roof… onto him. He smiles, and it’s probably supposed to be charming, but he looks just uncomfortable enough that they have to fight a laugh.

“Can I help you?”

He laughs, tilts his head.

“Sure has been a minute since it’s rained this much.”

Sade knows that there are rules about inviting folks inside, and how to do it. Clearly, he wants inside, but… they want a better idea of him first. And they can’t imagine that’s the worst thing in the world… they’ll step out of his way soon enough. But for now, they can chat.

They smile.

“My garden is sure to appreciate it plenty, I’m sure.”

“I’m certain it will.”

As he speaks, they see his fangs, and it piques their curiosity. They’ve heard about vampires, but never met one themself.

They step back from the door, out of his way, and gesture with their head for him to enter. Just to see if he can.

He takes a breath, and clears his throat, but doesn’t move.

“You live here, I’d imagine?”

They nod.

“Sure do. The place is my aunt’s, but she likes to roam, so I’m the one in charge, for the most part. Why do you ask?”

He dips his head in a shrug.

“Looks a lovely house… would sure love to see how the rest of it is. If you don’t mind, of course.”

They scoff.

“Oh, it’s nothing much. Rustic and homey, you know. Similar to most places in the area.”

They gesture into the distance, where they know there are houses on the horizon, obscured by the rain and the night. They’re going to continue, until lightning touches down, as near as the chasm out west, and their guest jumps just as bad as they do. And for an instant, he just looks exhausted.

“Come on in, and let’s get you dried off a little, before we have to worry about sunup.”

He very nearly falls in the door after them, and they leave him to start warming back up by the fire as they go for some towels.

By dawn, he’s asleep on their couch, with all the curtains drawn, and they leave him be, taking care about what doors they open. It’s simple enough, going about their business around him until dusk, and then he offers to make dinner for them. They refuse, and offer him the guest room in case he wants to stay another night, but he politely refuses and continues on his way.

Until the next storm, when, just as late, there’s a knock at their door. And when they open it, they find a familiar face, with a somewhat apologetic look.

They have a porch, the third time he follows a storm in, and they take their time letting him in, since they don’t have to worry about leaving him in the rain.

They chat.

They learn his name, and he learns theirs, and they ask if he’s ever going to visit in kinder weather. And he laughs, and he shrugs.

Sade is working on dinner, the next time they hear the first hints of rain, and they find themselves smiling.]

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Fuck it Viniri is nonbinary and uses any pronouns you’ll give em

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I made a post abt this one too but wanted to wait till I could reread it to see if I’m ok w it before I posted it

[Jay finds things. It’s what he does. It’s what he’s always done. So it’s not much of a thing when he adds a new artifact to his list- it’s just part of work. Sometimes artifacts are in strange places, or sometimes his visions aren’t entirely straightforward. But he gives the hints he can.

When someone takes him by the arm and just about drags him from his card game, it throws him off, to say the least. And when she starts interrogating him, she keeps her voice too low for him to really process past the sounds of the room around them, and she starts getting visibly upset that he’s not answering.

When she grabs him by the jaw to make him look back up at her, a part of him wants to laugh at it… but damn, it hurts. And when the next words out of her mouth are “What do you know, little man”, he almost laughs anyway.

But he catches a glint of something, behind the lace of her mask. And as he looks, he finds himself leaning in, just a little, before his vision is overtaken.

He sees a dark pool, in a cave at the base of a cliff, that refuses the sunlight that falls onto it. Distantly, there are lights. Colors in the void.

He sees potential in it.

The woman shakes him hard enough to break his focus, and she opens her mouth to ask him again, but he squirms out of her grip, and very nearly crawls away.

He’s finally found something that’s caught his attention, and he wants to be there to help retrieve it. But first, he needs to record what he’s seen before he forgets it.]

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[Solace laughs loud, and she grins with all her teeth, and the corners of her eyes crinkle when she’s trying not to laugh.

Her hands are strong and this side of rough, and when she gets excited, she grabs Deidre by the hand to lead her somewhere, and Deidre would be willing to follow her just about anywhere, maybe.

She has scrawling runes tattooed down one arm, and dozens of birds in flight up the other, and she lists them off at every opportunity with pride.

And her dark hair is a halo around her face, and she sings off key, and she suggests that they gather their friends and go out for ice cream at two in the morning.

She smells like lavender perfume, and she feels like the gold of a sunrise over autumn leaves, and she only seems like a dream, for a long time.

Her lips are soft, when Deidre kisses her, at three thirty in the morning, on the way out of the car. And her hands are warm, when she kisses Deidre back.

It scares her, caring about someone. Deidre is sure that the demon could come back, and she shouldn’t let herself get attached to someone, but… she doesn’t notice it, really, until that morning. Face up in bed, clutching a pillow to her chest while her heart races.

The next week, she asks Deidre to dye her hair with her. And Deidre can only say yes. And Deidre asks Solace to help her get some of her tattoos covered up. And her excitement is contagious.

A month later, Deidre tells her. About the nightmare that carried her, for so long. She doesn’t mean to, but… Solace is easy to talk to. And she’s gentle about it, when she asks what she can do. And it’s her idea, to look for an enchanter.

Solace holds her hand, through the pain of it. And she’s careful around the wounds, when Deidre breaks like a dam, realizing that her body is her own again. And she helps Deidre shave half of her hair off on impulse one night, when they both should really be asleep, and they’re giddy-tired until they fall asleep on the bathroom floor, still covered in hair.

And Deidre doesn’t notice how much she loves her, until someone else points it out. A stranger, at that. Someone who says she and her girlfriend are cute.

Neither of them correct him.

It’s nearly midnight, one night, when Solace pauses their movie to ask. And Deidre is scared, at first, because… a hesitant Solace is a rare sight.

She’s all too happy, when she kisses her girlfriend, after that.

Solace snores, sometimes, Deidre finds.

She also finds that it’s the nicest thing she’s gone to sleep to in years.]

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[Gods, sometimes it hits Matt, just who he has resting in his arms.

He’s gotten somewhat used to the cold Neil brings, over time, although they still have to cuddle with blankets for his own well-being.

Neil purrs as he dreams, and his breaths make gentle clouds in the air that catch the light like snow. And Matthew is glad he’s awake before Neil, for once, so he can see it. The way colors of the sunset dance in his frost-white hair, and how he curls in towards where Matt’s ribs meet the couch cushions, and the gentle patterns that drift across his cheeks, like a window constantly thawing and freezing over at once.

It’s like a pressure in his chest, when he remembers that this figure is a god. And a god that trusts him, at that.

He’d weave this feeling into a thousand stories, if he could figure out how. But… he’s at a loss for words.

But of course.

Of course, the god that he meets is gentle. Is soft, and careful, and enthralled by fantasy.

He must be so lucky, to have been able to have this chance. Because as much as Neil has been worn by the world, he tries to keep his edges smoothed over, and he watches, and he listens, and he cares. More than he realizes, Matthew is almost certain.

Neil would have the world think him a villain.

Matthew is all too happy to look at him as a friend.]

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[Amber is reading on the couch when Derrek joins him. The man curls up against his side, and when Amber starts reading out loud, he hums and scoots a little closer.

Amber isn’t very good at reading out loud, so he knows he’s going to have to reread these chapters, since all of his focus is on getting the words to come out right, but he doesn’t mind.

At one point, when he moves to turn the page, Derrek ducks under his arm, while it’s mostly free, and he’s pretty sure that he naps there for a while.

Amber keeps going. Derrek has said he likes feeling him talk, after all.

He’s almost through another chapter, when the man stirs. He can see the new chapter through the page, so he takes a second to kiss the top of Derrek’s hair, before he finishes and sets the book aside.

When he looks down, he’s met with a radiant gaze. It’s always so pretty, when his eyes go through the colors like that, and Amber finds himself distracted from whatever he was going to say. And when Derrek tugs him down by the horn to bring their foreheads together, he can’t help but smile. And he stays there. And so does Derrek. And it’s an awkward angle, and he’s sure his shoulders are going to get sore if he stays too long, but he doesn’t mind. This time is more than worth the trouble.]

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