#oc: pyre

[aidaita]

Mortal(ish) versions of my NKGS: Pyre and Fae

As they appear in @grollow‘s fic “Red Sky at Morning”, they’re demigods butterfly-damselfly hybrids

[bosspigeon]

see me bare my teeth for you

i know i'm not the only one who thought it was incredibly stupid to let the amoral vampire twink stick his teeth in your neck, so i thought i'd do a rewrite of the bite scene with a Tav who doesn't have the self-preservation instincts of a ham sandwich~

The tiefling’s eyes burn like embers in the dark, and set deeply in the ashen-grey of his skin painted blue-black by the night’s shadows, he looks very much like a vengeful spirit risen from his grave to smite those who wronged him in his life.

But Astarion is hungry.

And now his face hurts, to boot. He didn’t expect the big devil-spawn to be able to move so damned quickly.

But, well, sore jaw or no, the cat’s out of the bag, so he has no choice but to resort to his usual means of survival, however much it rankles–he grovels. He simpers and plays up the pitiful creature, weak from hunger, with all the best puppy eyes he can muster, pouty and sweet.

The tiefling–Pyre–he’s a veteran soldier, with the discipline and strategic mind to match. Astarion watches those glowing ember eyes as they take him in, flickering over him top to bottom, as if ascertaining what sort of threat he is, and how quickly he could eliminate that threat. He hasn’t even bothered to stand up, still sitting on his bedroll, not quite relaxed but as close as he ever seems to be. He doesn’t seem to be so paranoid as to sleep in his armor, but his massive broadsword is lying conspicuously close to his hand.  Astarion curses that he didn’t have the foresight to kick it away before he tried to snack on the big bastard.

He wants to snarl, but he hides his fangs the best he can, however much his stomach protests, however much he wants to sink them into the brute’s stony flesh and feed.

“You tried to bite me,” Pyre rumbles, and finally something in his expression shifts with the slight quirk of one scarred brow. Astarion follows the line of the scar down over his cheekbone, narrowly missing his eye. It is one of many. The man’s face and–as one can only assume–his body are mapped with scars, wicked blade slashes and puckered burns and jagged claw gouges. A lifetime of battles fought carved into his skin like a mountain battered by storms. Still standing, against it all. “How can I trust you?”

“Because we don’t have a choice!” the vampire retorts, with perhaps more desperation than he’d ever care to admit. “Not if we’re going to save ourselves from these worms…” He flails his hand a bit, looking at the ground between the tiefling’s splayed legs and staunchly not at his damnably expressionless face, his burning ochre eyes. From what little he knows of Pyre, he is a man of action. Of practicality. Of making necessary decisions with what little they have. Astarion is an asset to the tiefling, same as the tiefling is to him. “I need you alive. You need me strong.” He meets Pyre’s eyes again, and he almost regrets it. The heat of them settles deep in his belly, making him feel unsettlingly warm and… seen. “Please,” he ekes out, refusing to be consumed. He does the consuming, thank you very much. “Only a taste, I swear. I’ll be well, you’ll be fine, and everything can go back to normal.” It’s all he’s got. He’s already weak. For all his bravado, if Pyre decided to attack him now, he’s not entirely sure of what sort of fight he’d be able to put up.

Pyre is implacable, his expression as blank and unmoving as a grey cliff face from which he seems to have been hewn. He looks to be completely immune to Astarion’s game.

The vampire tenses, preparing for a fight.

There’s a long moment of silence, and in it Astarion swears can hear every pulse of the stolen blood he does have coursing sluggishly through his corpse-cold body.

The mountain of a tiefling shifts. His gaze does not falter. But he nods, once. “Fine,” he rasps, and Astarion will never quite be over how strangely soft his voice is. “But not a drop more than you need.”

“Really?” He reels back, surprised, almost sure the man would either send him on his merry way to fumble through the underbrush until he stumbled across a sickly deer, or put him out of his misery then and there. “I-” He’s certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, however. He smooths his expression, reigns in his untoward eagerness.“Of course. Not one drop more.”

And then they stare at each other, for a beat, then two. Astarion standing, Pyre sitting up, watching him, eyebrows slightly raised and the dim firelight flickering across the contours of his damnably blank face.

“I… Wouldn’t be easier if you…” Astarion purses his lips, eyes flicking up briefly and then back down again. He gestures awkwardly to the rumpled bedroll. “Had a bit of a lie-down?”

“You’re not touching my neck,” Pyre says simply. His gambeson’s high collar is very firmly buttoned. To be quite honest, Astarion’s not sure how he thought to get past it without either waking the tiefling trying to get it out of the way, or gnawing through a mouthful of wool. Before Astarion can ask what he’s meant to do, then, Pyre extends a hand. Without his gauntlets, it is as callused and scarred as one would imagine of a veteran swordsman. His nails are thick and black and look as if they have been filed down to utilitarian dullness from naturally sharp points. He turns his hand palm-up, unbuttoning the cuff of his sleeve and pushing it over the swell of his muscular forearm. There, a prominent vein snakes through the tough grey flesh, pulsing temptingly at the thin, vulnerable skin of his wrist. There are scars there, too, but older. Faded to a dull white. Neat lines in a row almost up to the elbow.

Astarion drops to his knees with a pout. “Alright, alright. Ruining my fun…”

“The blood is all the same,” Pyre says flatly, “Don’t complain about where it comes from.”

“Fine,” the vampire huffs, taking the proffered arm gently. As he draws the wrist in, saliva pooling in his mouth the closer that tantalizing vein comes to his teeth, he feels Pyre’s other hand at his shoulder. He freezes when it shifts, and strong, scarred fingers curl firmly around his throat.

His eyes flicker up to meet Pyre’s, staring at him with a coolness that belies their fiery hue. The fingers flex, but don’t squeeze.

“An assurance for me,” the tiefling rumbles, the grim line of his lips firm and implacable, jaw squared. “And a reminder for you.”

He’s not sure what he expected of his first time feeding from a thinking creature, but the reality is… more than he could have imagined.

It’s nothing short of rapturous.

There’s a squirmy weight of anticipation in his belly that sinks deep, and before he can make even more of a fool of himself, Astarion sinks his teeth into the tender skin, and a gush of dazzling heat floods his mouth. He almost moans at the taste. Almost. It feels almost too hot, like it’s going to leave his mouth feeling numb and tender, the skin peeling. And so rich. He drinks, and drinks, and drinks, wanting to lose himself in the taste, the heat of it, and never stop drinking until there’s nothing left, but he can feel the weight of Pyre’s hand around his throat every time he swallows, his thumb against his pulse, can feel yet more heat radiating from the man’s stout body, not touching his beyond the necessary points of contact, but still so close.

He takes another long, languorous pull, eyes rolling back, and when he swallows the hand on his throat squeezes hard, and he jerks away, blood rolling down his chin.

For a moment, he sits there gasping and dazed, staring wide-eyed up at Pyre, who has him by the neck. His own hand rises almost of its own accord, trembling, to his lips, fingers hungrily pushing the stray droplets of blood into his mouth, eyelids fluttering with bliss. He does moan then, and Pyre jerks his hand away, as if he’s the one who’s been burned. As if he’s the one with a burgeoning, blistering heat working its way from his belly to his extremities until his fingertips are tingling with it. 

Astarion licks his fingers shamelessly, and the scalding weight of those eyes doesn’t feel quite so stifling now that he’s full of warmth. “Apologies,” he pants around the finger in his mouth, “I was just… swept up in the moment. He stumbles to his feet, head light and floaty and bright with the fresh blood slowly working its way through his body, waking it up. “But it worked!. I feel good. Strong. Happy!” He offers a mocking little bow.

Once again, Pyre looks at him as if nothing untoward has occurred between them, even as he pulls a ragged scrap of fabric that might have once been a piece of an old shirt from his pocket and wads it up to press over the wound in his wrist. He doesn’t offer any response.

“I didn’t kill you, did I? That’s what matters.” Astarion happily chatters in his stead, rushing with newfound energy, feeling as if he could take on the world. A part of him (perhaps several parts of him) are struck by the urge that he could pounce on the tiefling now, and have a fairly good shot of taking him down. Astarion would be out a powerful ally, but oh, what a meal he’d be…

He shakes himself and beams, hands on his hips. “And look what you’ve gained! Together, we can take on the world!”

Finally, finally, Pyre cracks something that could almost be called a smile. Just a slight twist of the mouth, a touch wry, and he lowers his heavy lids a bit more. “I hope so,” he almost chuckles. “I look forward to seeing you fight.”

“Shouldn’t take long,” Astarion chirps, delighted. “So many people need killing.” He offers another stilted little half-bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more… filling.”

And he turns on heel and struts out of the circle of the fire, off towards the woods. There’s a swagger in his step. He feels ready for anything. But he stops, and turns back slightly, the weight of those eyes fair burning a hole through his doublet. “This is a gift, you know,” he offers. “I won’t forget it.” And then off he goes, disappearing into the trees, and only when he is certain Pyre can no longer see him does he lean heavily against the trunk of a nearby tree until he can convince his damned knees to stop trembling. He raises a hand slowly, and brushes his fingers against his own throat, eyes closing and exhaling a shaky sigh.

[ahatintime-oc-competition]

Round Three

Loanshark ( @goodfellowe ) VS Pyre ( @corrupted-tale )

Read about Loanshark here

Read about Pyre here

[noriapple]

Pyre! A fire demon made by Eriflleh himself...

[ryttu3k]

So one of the things I like to do is add small quirks to my characters, usually related to what they are. An example of this are my vampires who each tend to have a personal style of feeding that’s based on personality, not just Predator Type. So, if you don’t mind me asking, how do some of your vampires feed? Are they quick and relatively gentle? Or are they more aggressive, leaving more visible marks than the usual easy to clean pinpricks?

Oh man, it's pretty variable! Let me see, a few select ones:

Pyre: Tries to be super careful. For the most part, he's a bagger (has a deal with someone at the local Red Cross, picks up nearly-expired blood), but otherwise he does the siren thing and tries to just be... unnoticeable. Yes wasn't that nice, no, nothing odd at all :)

Sierra: Can be a bit rougher - when she can't get bags, she resorts to alleycat stuff, bit more aggressive. She tries to do it, like, ethically? Like if she goes after some homeless person, she leaves them a bottle of water and a protein bar XD;;

Dylan: Thembo gym junkie who feeds on gym clients! (They work as a trainer.) Tends to just approach them after and be like, okay, lemme check up on you, ooh lemme get that kink in your neck, and sneak in a li'l bite fairly surreptitiously.

The Sabbat kids: Messy critters. Joachim tries to be quick and efficient and usually cleans up after himself, Kai and Del don't really worry about making a mess and tend to leave the marks unhealed. Saskia is the worst about it in that she'll usually leave a lot of blood around and take her dinner home for. Sculpture. Bloody Volgirre.

Sorin: Focuses on large animals like deer or cattle, although much to their dismay, they're getting to the point where it's no longer sufficient (they're gen 7 and 600 years old). Not quite sure what to do next, although Iain (being Roger's childe) has pretty ready access to ghouls and other vessels, and they may have to resort to that.

Ezra: Consensualist! They have a few regular volunteers who know what they are and are like... yeah, okay, it's a small price for you protecting the whole community. They make it as painless as possible, and usually give them something to eat and drink after.

Wish: Has two main feeding types - invasive boars, in which case they try not to cause too much pain but definitely feeds to the point of their deaths. They want to get rid of the boars because they're invasive, not because they've done anything wrong! Their other main prey are arsonists, environmental vandals, and the like, and they make no effort to be 'less scary' or anything. They want those targets to know they're going to die. Usually ends up dismembering them for local carnivores to feed on. It's dual-purpose!

[daandyli0n]

alright, time to talk about the new ocs

(picrew i used)

alright, here we go:

Pyre:

-full name (later on in the story): Pyre Lamb

-15 

-half-demon, half-human

-demiboy

-asexual biromantic

-he/him, they/them

-best way to describe him: Imagine c!Tommy But If He Were Like. 15% More Violent, Went On A Villain Arc, Fused With Hunter From TOH, And Also Had A Tiny Bit Of A God Complex

-he hates Lucid and Neo. With A Passion

-knows Zero and views them like a younger sibling

-is believed to be able to see ghosts and other paranormal stuff. maybe can also see into the future and all that

-um..this song pretty much describes Pyre’s personality (warnings for the video: flashing and eyestrain). i personally see it as Pyre talking to Lucid and Neo, but especially Lucid

-is actually very insecure and self-conscious; god complex is believed to be a cover-up for it

-things get better for them, don’t worry :]

Lucid (aka The B**ch):

-full name: Lucid Cyber

-somewhere in his mid-to-late 20s

-human(?)

-not entirely certain on sexuality, so we’ll just say queer

-he/him

-...yeah, i’m not gonna lie, this dude is just c!dream in a very slightly different font

-also. This B**ch I Swear

-“Hey, you know what’d be a good idea?” “Don’t say ‘experiment on children.’” “...Well-”

-“Hey Pyre! :D” “Don’t F**king Talk To Me”

-scientist

-god complex, but a worse one than Pyre. like, Way Worse

Neo (aka The Other B**ch):

-full name: Neo Eyeline

-early 20s

-human

-asexual and homoromantic (gay)

-he/him

-bodyguard/criminal-for-hire. depends on exactly how desperate for money this dude is

-currently is working as Lucid’s lab assistant, although sometimes he leaves for other jobs (typically out of boredom)

-the epitome of “I Don’t Get Paid Enough For This S**t”

-Zero’s older brother

-he’s gotten attacked by so many angry test subjects. back when Pyre was at the lab, their anger would typically be directed at Neo

-Neo has a surprisingly okay system of morals, such as “human experimentation Bad, actually.” he still sucks, but hey. at least he’s got Some semblance of morals

-feels guilty about what happened to Zero

-is kinda being manipulated into thinking this is at least sort of okay, but he still Sucks

Zero:

-full name: Zero Eyeline

-16

-human(?)/experimented human

-nonbinary

-demisexual and queer

-they/them

-got experimented on by Lucid; now extra eyes appear on them when they’re stressed, anxious, and/or paranoid

-they can also see ghosts

-amnesia

-in a polycule qpr with Pandora and Jax

-doesn’t remember that Neo is their brother

-Pyre feels vaguely familiar to them

-lives in the Treehouse

Pandora:

-full name: Pandora Canva

-16

-human

-demigirl

-asexual and panromantic

-she/her, they/them

-curious

-gets called ‘Pandy’ by those close to her

-in a polycule qpr with Zero and Jax

-just a very sweet kid overall

-lives in the Treehouse

Jax:

-full name: Jax Wildun

-15

-cryptid

-trans man (ftm)

-pansexual

-he/him

-what some would describe as “stubborn” or “hard-headed”

-not exactly. Great with emotions either, but he’s trying his best

-in a polycule qpr with Pandora and Zero

-he and Pyre butt heads a lot, but they both really care for each other

-lives in the Treehouse

Kasper:

-full name: Kasper Blue

-24

-human(?) (has blue blood and can talk to animals)

-trans man (ftm)

-unlabeled/queer (“I...really just can’t explain it”-how he explains his sexuality)

-he/him, doesn’t mind they/them

-...this is basically ghostbur-

-very sweet painter/poet/farmer dude :]

-has a blue sheep. .....named Friend

-favorite colors are blue and yellow

-is Nico’s...partner? kinda?

-eventually ends up taking Pyre in alongside Nico

-he :]

Nico:

--full name: Nico Lamb

-26

-demon

-nonbinary

-gay

-they/them

-based off of c!quackity to a certain extent

-owns a casino

-met Kasper when he was travelling once

-at first he annoyed them, kinda...but then he grew on them :]

-offered to also take Pyre in to help take care of him. only problem? a heavily traumatized teenager with a bit of a god complex that they made to help deal with feelings of self-hatred doesn’t mix well with a tired casino owner with anger issues. especially a demon one

-don’t get me wrong, Nico loves the kid like he was their own son. it’s just...they weren’t exactly...prepared to deal with this sort of thing

-things get better though, thanks to a bit of therapy (and help from Kas. ...mostly help from Kas-)

Aven:

-full name: Aven Amour

-29

-demon

-agender

-gay

-they/them

-Nico’s cousin

-Void’s partner

-very nice and sweet

-will still kick your a** if you’re a d**k, though

-tries to help where they can with Pyre

-doesn’t show up too often, but i still like them :]

Void:

-full name: Void Lunes

-31

-demon

-nonbinary

-queer

-they/them

-really like Pyre and thinks that he’s a good kid :]

-works using their future-telling powers (and occasionally using tarot) to make some money

-no, they and Pyre, surprisingly, aren’t related. it’s just a coincidence

-they also don’t show up too often...towards the beginning, anyway ;)

-may or may not have dated Lucid at some point in the past. take that how you will

Dandy:

-full name: Dandelion Prospen

-21

-cat hybrid (black cat)

-nonbinary

-pansexual

-they/them

-works for Nico at the casino (long story; they almost died, a deal was made to save their life, all that jazz)

-caretaker for the Treehouse Trio

-Day’s partner

-occasionally looks after Pyre

Day:

-full name: Dayline Starhop

-21

-human(?)

-nonbinary

-pansexual

-she/her, they/them

-Dandy’s partner

-another caretaker of the Treehouse Trio

-works at a small floral shop in the city

-going to school to be a therapist :]

very nice person

-very sassy

~~~~~~~~~~~~

and there they are! all the bois!

i don’t know what to call this oc universe, but maybe i’ll have an idea eventually

also, there isn’t entirely...a story here yet, just a vague idea on major plot points

but anyway! feel free to ask about the bois! i’d actually love some asks about them! Many Thoughts, Head Full-

[zirconisblue]

Pyre Brooks, an owlin swashbuckler rogue for a one-shot i played recently :)

[tranz-regent]

pyre zketch. the red iz zcarz, not blood

[chillydraws]

Here’s some assorted OCs I quickly made and never do enough with! A TV-head inspired by Fire Force, a bird fella with chains, a candle gal, and a creamsicle sona.

[bunnibard]

New World's been a fun experience

[aidaita]

I totally forgot to post these here

Sticker art of Alula and OC verse Pyre!

[bosspigeon]

What drew your Tavs to their love interests? Was there an instant connection between them, or was it more of a gradual build-up? What's their favorite things about their respective LIs?

Bonus question: Is there anything about their romances that went differently in your canon than it did in-game?

so Pyre saw right through Astarion's little game from the start. unfortunately, Pyre also saw both the potential danger of a shifty little liar with the power of an ilithid tadpole (who outright expresses the desire to "control" it rather than be rid of it) and went right along with it as his own little assurance of securing a shaky alliance. both of them thinking they're playing the other for a sucker, meanwhile they're both falling for each other because neither one of them is quite as smart/self-aware as they think they are 😩

gradually they actually start to like each other, and that alliance tumbles quickly into honest loyalty and leaves both of them floundering bc neither of them have anything close to a basis for an actual legitimate relationship to use as a guide

Pyre thinks Astarion is a funny little weirdo who thinks he's slick, and Astarion thinks Pyre is a big, dumb brute and a conveniently large meat shield. Gradually they learn that the other is much more complicated than they thought, and that they also have a lot more in common than they'd like to admit <3

[ahatintime-oc-competition]

Round One

Pyre ( @corrupted-tale ) VS The Hunter ( @angerinc )

Read about Pyre here

Read about the Hunter here

[tatck]

PYREEE! I drew her in the sonic style :)

[ryttu3k]

What do you think of our potential ghouls we can have in night road and their romances? Also, from worst to best, how would you rank the endings?

I think they're fab characters! Biased towards Raúl, he is both badass and baby, and also he's part of my 'main'/'canon' run, but Vani and Elena are both fantastic too. I love how you can have a past history with Vani and she's a very relatable nerd, and Elena is just. Goddamn cool.

The romances... are always going to be a bit problematic, in the whole 'ghouling involves a one-way blood bond' aspect. The only way to actually avoid that imbalance is not to ghoul them at all, and indeed Pyre's good ending is this make-believe version where Raúl isn't a ghoul, with Pyre having healthier views on how iffy blood bonds can get (in his bad ending, he ends up bound to Julian because he doesn't have that view) and with he and Raúl working together, developing a sweet romance, and Raúl later being Embraced by Nines, putting them at a more equal standpoint. It can be sweet, and there are some great moments there, but also... one-way blood bond. As it is, it has that big power imbalance, and I fully understand people getting squicked by that.

Ranking the endings, huh... Well, there's seven of those, and most have a good-average-bad version, so it works out to a lot. For a good ending, you need to meet the requirements - a Julian ending being good requires a strong relationship with him, a bad ending involves the Courier locked in a cage. A San Francisco ending being good requires high humanity; if you have it too low, you get an average or bad ending where you just. Can't do it. Stuff like that.

Pyre's canon one is leaving for San Francisco with Raúl and just... being a person for a bit, so I definitely like that one best. Of the other city ones, I also quite like the Denver one, with lots of Learning! and Discoveries! and the like, and I think it fits Vani best. The Dallas one with the SI is interesting but probably not my thing, and ngl the Seattle blood trade one doesn't fit my play style at all.

Of the sect ones, Julian's can be interesting but also involves... Julian, haha. Pyre's personal bad ending is that one, although he usually gets the official 'good' version of that (from a high relationship with Julian; indeed, that's the only ending you can choose with a blood bond!). The Tucson Camarilla one isn't bad. I could see that working well if you do an Elena run, since she's already well-established there. And the Lettow romance one I find fascinating and sweet and have definitely done in a bunch of runs, including my Ravnos run (where my Ravnos Courier has to keep roaming but has Lettow to ground them, and Lettow wants to keep roaming but is grounded by the Courier in turn).

So I'd probably say, from favourite to least-favourite, and assuming this is the 'good' version of all of them... San Francisco, Denver, Lettow, Camarilla, Julian, Dallas, then Seattle.

[chknbzkt]

“A secret dialogue on the side of a mansion”

I FINALLY drew the boinky it’s been a long time coming \o/

Fool’s playing the linked song, probably amassing an army of birds like the Disney princess he is 😭