#*Lyir

[villainship]

Sleepy noodle-head hanging out on smuggler ship. . .

[fizzlos-main]

i inked something for once lol check it out

[erahoo]

@project-doomsday

Self-Image and Humble beginnings…

[project-doomsday]

Is it possible for their to be any instances for a lyir-Khan to be deemed defective? (Since birth, etc…)

Yeah, something could go wrong when the smeets are developing, they could be born without a limb, be born blind, or just dead even with the Pa’ak on. There are even those who are just born too weak, so they cull them. Sometimes the Iyir-Kahn try to fix this, they could give them a robotic limb or teach the blind how to survive. And while some do make it some of them just don’t.

[thunderousone]

Epilogue

Summary: Epilogue. The story continues at Red Lights on ao3.

TW: depression, profanity, graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Status: Finished work! Chapter 23.5/23.5

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated 🤍

masterlist | read it first on ao3

"Again!" Hino shouted with authority. They'd been at this for hours.  

Lyire took a moment to collect himself and pushed his hair back. With practiced motion he spit in his hands and rubbed them together. In one long, fluid motion, he lunged low and spread his hands apart, each taking a distinct path. Wind surged from his right hand, while dark, curling black smoke billowed from his left. His arms moved in a seamless, fluid dance, as if he were orchestrating the very elements themselves. A conductor of a symphony.  

Hino, with his hands clasped behind his back, paced back and forth like a stern sergeant overseeing his troops. But there were no troops here, only Lyire and himself in this transformed training room, which had once served as a prison.  

"Nice," he coached. Still pacing up and down, back and forth.  

Lyire looked different. Stronger. His hair was different. The sides now cropped short and black. A long white mullet fell down his head. He looked dangerous, though the gentle freckles on his face still gave him a trace of that youthful air. He laughed and shook his hands out, the elements fading away quickly.  

"I don't understand why we can't just tell her. I don't like that we're lying to her. That he's lying to her... He thinks he loves her and she's happy now so... fine. I can deal with that. But if the day ever comes when she tries to leave him... I don't want to think about it," Lyire left his lunging stance and laid down on his back, exhausted. Everything about him was different, his voice otherworldly deep now. He wiped his hands on his pants. He was dressed in fighting leathers on the bottom and a billowing white shirt on top tucked in. Hino was wearing similar pants but across his chest nothing but bandages where the chains had been restraining him. Two wrapped across his muscular abs, one going up his shoulder. The markings on his neck still raw from where he pulled the last of the chains out himself.  

Extending a muscular arm down, Hino reached for his new friend to assist him up. Lyire grabbed it weakly and Hino heaved him to his feet with ease, wiping dirt from his shoulders. "Hence why we train. If we go up there now and demand her, you know what he'll do... Don't be naïve. He's your friend but you know he gave himself over to his father's element years ago. You say he's better now... What do you think would happen if we march on him and demand to take the Lightningcaller from him? They'd both fight like hell." 

The hair on Lyire's arms stood up. It was true. He warned him over and over again not to confuse the bonded elements for a mating bond. Making someone love you is not the same as loving someone freely.  

 Vír never believed the story of his parents... How his father forced his mother to love him, to be with him. Not even when it came out of Eirene's mouth did he believe it. "I don't even know if he's my friend anymore, I don't even know who he is. You said he knows about you right? And yet he's here with her and you're here with me. I'm thankful that he's found himself again, I never wanted to lose him... It just scares me..." Lyire was speaking to no one at this point, as Hino returned his hands clasped behind his back and approached the roaring fire, lost in it's flames for a moment.  

He'd only seen and felt her there three times before. All three times nearly killed him. He was honestly thankful to be chained in that first moment. The first time he caught a glimpse he was trapped down here begging for help and he saw her, a vision in the flames. Her long, beautiful legs draped over his small shoulders, his slimy gray head between them.  

The second time he thought he was dreaming. He felt a hand on him, heard her voice. How she managed to find him down here in her dreams he'll never understand. 

The third time he rather enjoyed the view for a moment as she stood before him, her back to him, wearing very little of his favorite color. When she dropped that blanket... A delicious vision. The fire within Hino burned for a moment. It was only when he sauntered into view and ruined it... Lyire repurpose the chains Ravi left behind to restrain him. Chained him to the bed, walls, anything to keep him from lunging through the flames and breaking his treaty Vír to stay out of his lands until he's invited in. He always tried to blink the visions away, begging to close his mind. No matter how hard he tried to escape it there was no answer. The moment he closed his eyes all he saw was red lights. The flames behind his eyes. The vision of her holding onto his greasy hair staring into the fire. Pain and pleasure in her eyes, on her lips.  

Today's vision, though still unwanted, needed no restraining.  

There she was, sitting in the mortal world in front of a homey fire. The child on her lap laughing, holding her tight. Hino could see Vír lurking like a looming shadow behind her, but when he saw her face filled with laughter and happiness... Nothing else mattered. He blinked a few times and the vision faded too quickly.  

He kept a candle burning in every sconce, every hearth. Matches struck like a nervous tick every few minutes, watching the flame travel down the small stick. If the flames blew his way- he would run to her.  

Until then, he watched the flames.  

[villainship]

Lyir's cute parents. . . ! His stubby lekku and his spritely charm come to him honestly.

RIP sweet babygirl twi'lek dad, though. In an AU somewhere they would have raised him so well together.

(Twi mom adopted from @ghostace OC collection)

[thunderousone]

A perfect vision of Lyire, the Wind from Thunderous on ao3.

Stray Kids ＜樂-STAR＞ UNVEIL : TRACK 2 "Leave"

[ask-the-dmc]

UPDATED THE DOC WITH QUEEN MATTER, GIT, ASE, LYIR, DRU AND CASSIOPEIA. NOW AVAILABLE FOR INTERACTIONS!!

[project-doomsday]

Can the lyir-Khan have other skin colors other than just green? (Blue, Pink, etc..)

Nah, just a really pale green.

[thunderousone]

Chapter 17

Summary: Training begins for Eirene and she tries and fails resisting more temptation from Vír, losing herself in the elements.

TW: depression, profanity, graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Status: Finished work! Chapter 17/23.5

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated 🤍

masterlist | read it first on ao3

Day by day Vír and Eirene trained, Lyire joining them as well. They trained most of the day, only breaking for lunch.  

They practiced accuracy, strength, speed, and control. If Ravi came for them, they would be ready. Eirene felt that Vír would pull the world apart if his father even attempted to take her from him.  

In evenings Eirene and Vír trained in other ways. Talking to each other, honoring their emotions, being as open as possible, and finding release in each other as often as they could. 

Lyire had taken to evening walks after dinner with Yvonne, or lounging on the opposite side of the mansion from them. Eirene was too smart to know this was just love, this was a force of nature. The elements in them entwined as much as they were. Sometimes Eirene wondered what it would be like to make love to him without feeling the elements pull them together. She struggled to see where the lightning ended and she began.  

 — 

One evening, Eirene couldn’t sleep. Vír had taken to his study after dinner and drinks, continuing to write letters and call for aid against his father. Eirene could feel the need to be near him so strongly she pried herself from bed, dressed, and walked sleepily to the study. He was already watching the door before it even opened. 

He cocked his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow. “And what are you doing out of bed? And in clothes I might add?” The smile that crept to his face was sticky sweet and Eirene wanted to kiss it right off of his face.  

“I couldn’t sleep, do you mind if I keep your company?” She didn’t mean for it to sound like a tease, but the look that flashes on face made her realize how she sounded. “I didn’t mean like that, I was hoping to read while you work… If that’s not too distracting for you?” She asked,  her own little challenge.  

“I can’t deny you anything,” he nudged his head to the big leather chair in front of the fire and went back to his letters, stealing one more look at her before he did so.  

She pulled a novel from the shelves and idly let her hand touch the glass globe as she passed to the chair. The leather was red hot from the fire but Eirene loved the feeling as she cozied up and opened the book. 

She got maybe four pages in before she felt Vír approaching her. “I can smell you from here, love,” His hot breath in her ear made goosebumps go down her neck. “We have incredible control over our senses. That’s how Hino could smell that I���d claimed you that first night. That’s how I can tell how wet you are right now, just by being in my presence.” 

He wasn’t wrong. It was an involuntary response every time she was near him. Her heart would pound, her energy would raise as the static in the air grew thick.  

“Could I become like you? If I wanted? I’d be less of a target for your father, could put up more of a fight,” her words breathy as he began kissing down her neck, sliding a hand down the top of her shirt to lightly caress her nipple. The flames in the fire place rose higher with that teasing touch. 

“The only ways a mortal like you could become an eternal wielder like us would be for the element to truly choose you... or for our mating bond to slip into place. It hasn’t fully yet but you feel it there don’t you? That thing between us? Like a thread you can pull to bring me to you? To bring me to my knees in front of you?” Vír twisted her nipple lightly and she let out a small gasp.  

“Is that what this feeling is?” Her words a moan. She had never in her life felt a need like this before. It was like she had no control over it. The lightning’s needs becoming her own.   

“Of course. Sometimes it’s instant. Sometimes it takes until you first make love to snap into place. Sometimes when you claim each other in the eyes of the Gathering. When your other half is in grave peril, sometimes even longer... I heard for my parents that my father knew long before my mother did, had to convince her of it first...” God his hands on her felt incredible. More, Eirene needed more.  

He moved and knelt before her, between her and the fireplace. He pushed her knees apart and slid between them. 

“Now, may I help you with your issue, my love?” His long white fingers caressing the dampness between her thighs, watching the darkness of where he made her underpants slick. His wicked smile could make her moan right there. 

She smiled at him kneeling before her. “Who am I to deny you?”  

That was all the permission he needed. He slid her underpants down and off in a swift motion. His blood rumbling with in him at the need to taste her again. The heat from the fireplace comforting and warming her to the core as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and feasted on her expertly. She tried her best not to send volts of electricity through him but knew he delighted in the pain so when one fired off on his tongue as it licked at her core, he looked up at her and smiled wildly and cursed at her.  

As he made diligent work of her pleasure, she put her hands in his hair as she came over and over again. In the final throws of it she looked into the flames of the fire and watched as they rose higher and higher, almost in synch with her climax. 

In the flames she saw a figure. In a long sleeve white shirt, but the back had a large opening, wrapped in white hot metal chains, screaming to get free. She only saw the back of him but the man had red hair and was unmistakably Hino.  

She screamed as she came, but it was not from pleasure, but terror.  

[erahoo]

Ok listen, I was completely oblivious when I gave Daz her name…I didn’t realize it was a combination of Dib and Gaz name until is was too late!

I’m so stupid..But it’s a cool name so it’s fine :)

More Daz for @project-doomsday bc I love their content 🔥

@project-doomsday ;)

This Behemoth’s name is Daz!

Blade implanted into her arm.

Jaw blown off. (Replaced with fake)

Scars. (A LOT OF THEM.)

Had a close companion named Wix but he sadly died in battle😢

I thought I’d make a scary lyir-Khan sona ;) (If the entire damn species wasn’t terrifying enough)

[r0d30-brqt]

Happy Arid and Lyir :)

theyre probably looking at unique plants or smth :3c

[clearest-miracle]

so I'm deciding to post my art here cuz I feel slightly confident? Perhaps?

Anyway here's my band of musical spirits! I love they-

From left to right: Dru, Ase, Git and Lyir!

[villainship]

Lyir has had a Week (and in only 2 days/raids)

Let him rest 😵‍💫

[thunderousone]

Vír + Lyire

Lords of the Storm and members of the Guardians.

[lonereaper]

he is a lyir