#Alasdair

[newbornwhumperfly]

What would Darius think of Alasdair? Of Déomas? Of Andreas?

oh, boy. oh boy, @much-ado-about-whumping 😈🥺

just for context! darius is a whumpee from my morja and company story - he’s very beautiful, excellent liar, frequently non-conned, just someone who’s often had to sexually charm his way into surviving. alasdair, déomas, and andreas are all bel's wonderful creations!

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Darius snorts as he gives Alasdair a once-over, barely concealing his disdain.

"The only thing stupider then a free whore is a rich one."

Under his breath, he mutters doesn't help if you're a total bitch. Maybe if he'd learned his lesson the umpteenth time he got fucked-over (or just plain fucked), Darius might feel sorry for him. But why should he waste sympathy on someone born with every card in his pocket...and just keeps throwing them away?

"Keep your mouth shut next time. If you can."

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Something in Darius' demeanor softens a little, only just, when he regards Dèomas, shifting a little uncomfortably with a toss of his hair.

"You're good at whoreing, really, conniving and dodging looks good on you." He's sincere, flickering his hand to encompass Dèomas' clothing and appearance and general charms. "That's what's weird to me, that you keep trying to insist on...on being something else, on trying to be a civilian under all the tart paint. You know you're a slut, you're not above it all, and yet..."

Darius swallows hard and his eyes are suspiciously bright, the burr of his laugh a little too hoarse, shaking his head.

"You should've seen it coming- no, fuck, fine, that's not true, can't account for a fucking prince crafting a personal fuckpet, I guess. Never been owned before so you didn't know better than to...to keep hoping. And...hey? You got out, right?"

His laugh cracks right down the middle and he flourishes a little mocking bow that is more genuine cap-doff than he'll acknowledge.

"Good...good for you."

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There is...a little pity in Darius' eyes when he sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I mean...I get lying to yourself but it's...it's just not smart to love something that isn't gonna love you back, you know?" Grimacing and softening his tone a touch as he leans into a whisper.

"Look. I know what you probably think of boys like me, I know your type, but just take it from a practiced slut and I've heard it all. You're a pretty stand-up guy, I guess, you're sincere anyway, so just...no matter how sweet your m- your liege-lord's pillow talk is, don't be stupid."

His grimace deepens like he's almost regretful and he flashes a tight smile and a shrug at Andreas.

"If it comes to a choice, choose yourself. Nobody else will."

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asks come from this prompt!

[ifartconfetti]

on sundays we come up with new guys

[meadow-roses]

Prince Alasdair???? I HATE that guy what a jerk

jerk in question is actually a cinnamon roll with crippling anxiety and a secret magic sword

[clarafayegames]

The Dream Alchemist | February Update:

If you enjoy flirting in your visual novels, you’ll like Alasdair’s route. I don’t think I’ve been able to write a single conversation between Alasdair and Nova that doesn’t involve a least a little flirting. I mean, Alasdair really can’t help himself. It’s in his blood.  

Plus, if Alasdair’s stuck in cat form and hidden away in Nova’s coat hood, he really has little else to do with his time but whisper sweet nothings in her ear – that and teaching her the art of flirting so she may charm her way through the world and get what they need to end this war before it begins.  

Alasdair’s story has been so much fun to write. We’ll be taking a look into his backstory – which I do for all my characters, but is especially important for Alasdair since he’s Mr. Mysterious. What are his ties to the magic academy? Why does he live alone in a tower? What does he really want with Nova?

So far...

Art: 12 of 16 backgrounds done. 3 of 4 side character sprites done. Nova has 3 outfit changes – but I like the idea of throwing in a fourth.  

I’m hoping to get all the art done this month (which is more than achievable) so I can get stuck into the writing the last few scenes.

Story – same as last month. I’ve put writing and editing on the backburner so I can get through the art assets, which tend to take up most of my time on the project.  

We’re over the hump now – Alasdair’s route is over halfway done.  

[thumalindraws]

Have a drink... or two... or three

My OCs enjoy the evening in a tavern instead of hunting tricksters 😆

Vilkas (left) and Iain (auburn-haired behind the table) follow the card game attentively.

While Kjell clearly enjoys watching Alasdair lose, Rhodri sleeps through the rest of the evening.

Niven (middle), as usual, is not interested in any distractions and tries in vain to get the rest of the group to follow their mission.

As the only woman, Lias makes the men look pretty old and has even beaten Skeld at gambling.

For the time being, Skeld only pursues his two other vices: smoking and drinking.

Ciaran, the masked nheirya (a cat-like large predator) is satisfied with a simple bone.

Meanwhile, a companion of Levin (foreground right) notes that Levins ex-girlfriend (Lias) is also present.

Tigreal (right in the background) stays in the shadows as usual. And noone ever knows what he is up to

[xviperstrikex-archive]

Alasdair's room

[lux-vitae]

Ghost Flock by Alasdair Wallace (b. 1967)

[kosmia]

Alasdair Wallace, Winter Pond, 2008

[weepingwidar]

Alasdair Wallace (Scottish, 1967) - Lightning Cloud (n.d.)

[dwrdrwd]

[huariqueje]

Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco Shore - Alasdair Lindsay 

British , b, 1975 -

Acrylic on board , 45 x 45 cm.

[zegalba]

Amelia Gray for Document Journal (2023) Photography: Alasdair McLellan

[flowerytale]

Alasdair Gray, from Poor Things

[gouinisme]

uhm. jarchivist

[cuntries]

@bpdzenin

You have been lettuced 💥💥

LETTUCE!!!

Just in time to add it to today's breakfast, Krabby Patties!

[senditothemoonn]

@scotfraweek

Day 1: Differences Attract

I think this one is fairly self explanatory but I like the idea that Fran is very demure, very mindful and Scot is just a guy getting spaghetti sauce on his face and fran could not be more in love with this massive slob