#Asks: Lir

[piosplayhouse]

"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

[ask-tay-relic]

Thank you for @ask-lir and @temper-temper for letting me play with their lineart for coloring practice!! :D [Lir obviously to ask-Lir, and the other two lineworks belong to temper-temper!]

\o/ Lineart takes me the longest so I hardly get the energy to do full color anymore during my personal time, so I may ask for more in the future! Thank you for the opportunity!

[cecils-dragons]

You could maybe draw byron again.. he's v handsome..... or maybe somethin with your merfolk lad. The purple one

My pen died so you're just getting Byron for now ;) I love putting him in outfits so much, especially those that can show off his eyes. My beautiful big beefy boy. Tits out!

[ask-lir]

wait can you control you mane like a arm? or is it more of a constantly moving mane I can do similar things with my mane so that was why i was curious

"in short, yes."

[storytellering]

I really, REALLY hope that CAPCOM never reveals who Nero's mother is. I don't think I can take losing all the steamy Dante/Vergil Mpreg fanfiction and fanart!😥

Oh anon, I highly doubt the art and fanfic would disappear just because capcom gave a face to nero's mom! Even if they were to actually make her a character, I think me and everyone else who's deep in the hc would just keep going as if nothing had happened - after all, I highly doubt Vergil being Nero's actual mother would ever be made canon, so why care about what canon says on the matter? It fits incredibly well with his character and with the general vibe all of the spardas have that make them so close, at least in my experience, to the (specifically transmasc) non-cis experience, but it's one of those things that was likely just a happy accident and as such will probably never be recognized by the creators, even. Though while I think it's clear that the official intent of purely canonverse is to imply Vergil had a ONS with a random woman who got pregnant with Nero, I personally don't think it would serve the narrative to make her a full fledged character - something like that would muddle the story a bit too much. I think it works perfectly as a "yeah this thing happened but how or the details don't matter, what matters is that now Nero exists" thing rather than having its own detailed branching off plot. I just don't think DMC is the franchise to explore that - and besides, I think capcom, so far, hasn't seemed too interested in exploring that, which honestly I appreciate not just as a shipper (because again, like I said, at the end of the day what canon says matters relatively little) but from a narrative perspective.

[deer-head-xiris]

How would the Bull's followers worship him? Are there any rituals or holidays? Are there other notable clergy aside Narine the Lamb?

The Bull accepts blood sacrifices and offerings of hearty food. his followers are under his protection, he won't let them fall in battle or be conquered by any other territories. in his religion it's honorable to become a warrior but all roles of society have their value, he likes art too!

The Bull's holiday takes place during lunar eclipses! His followers gather on a hill and draw a large summoning circle so they can party with the Bull. first half of the party is family friendly (Bull has great care for the children in his cult) but at a certain point the party becomes very 18+ so all of the kids are sent home

There are! There's also the Barracuda, which is my DND OC Lir edited over a bit!

And another OC of mine who hasn't been edited is an alternate version of my Okami OC, Poet! He's the Tiger

[sword-in-the-sea]

sometimes meeting a deity means five months of cross-checking your divination sessions with said deity with friends (what if i'm going insane? is this real? why is there a norse god all the way in southeast asia??) and researching resources, traditions, culture, etymologies, etc etc. but sometimes meeting a deity also means you offer pretty rocks at them and they gave you cool rocks back and so you gave them strands of your hair (like a fool) and now you end up in the court of manannán mac lir.

[n7punk]

What’s the fic of yours where you think catradora are the dumbest of idiot lesbians. My personal vote is toht or the greys

Love in Retrograde bout to become a strong contender (though being only a few k i do think makes it Count Less because there's less surface area for idiocy)

lol my real answer is probably toht or otos tho. its really tough competition with these two since they're often morons about each other

[nomaishuttle]

i forgot to turn my data back on lmao so idt it posted. nearly lodt my phone it eas scary i did nesrly start crying

[ooops-i-arted]

@auditect said: Is she the one you compared to Ahsoka (at least in an earlier incarnation)?

Nope! That would be my other Baby's First Jedi OC, Lia Skye. I'm not 100% sure which character I made first, but my earliest Derran stuff in my Jedi notebook is dated 2002 and there's no Lia til 2005, although I know I made her earlier because she was part of Baby's First Novel, which was my own version of Star Wars Episode III because I couldn't wait til it was released lol. Derran's fics were short ones inspired by the Jedi Apprentice series (though I also wrote those for Lia too).

Lia was like Ahsoka because:

Apprentice to an Important Canon Character (Obi-Wan, because 1. even at 12 I knew Anakin had no business being around kids 2. Obi-Wan was my favorite so I wanted to write my OC with him)

The Important Canon Character spends WAY more time worrying about the OC than his friend/brother of 10 years

In fact in my Star Wars Episode III Version Anakin's Dark Side turn takes place completely offscreen and way more time is spent on Lia and Obi-Wan helping Padme hide her twins lmao

Losing the OC is 10 times more devastating than anything in canon or the relationship with the friend/brother (Lia is Anakin's first Order 66 victim)

Lia was TOTALLY SPESHUL AND AWESOME and had multiple lightsaber colors and even her eye color changed at some point because of Force Bullshit I Made Up. Also she had the same hair color and similar eye color as me but that was toooootally a coincidence lol and so was her age being only a few years older than mine. In general even her appearance was Speshul and Yooneek

However even at 11-12 I put my Jedi OC in Jedi robes and not a tube top or cocktail dress looking thing (that one's on Lucas not Felony tho)

Lia was an AMAZING COMBATANT for her age and also had special awesome visions that no one took seriously but were Very Important. She was also able to fight characters that should have been way above her skill level (like Count Dooku and she puts up a good fight before Anakin killed her). After her death she appeared as a Force ghost too. Obi-Wan also kept her lightsaber To Remember Her By

Lia regularly broke the rules but was always Justified and Right in the end and the Council either let it slide or even agreed she was ultimately right (although I never villainized them in by writing, it was just Lia was Too Amazing For Them To Truly Understand. I was a teenager in full No One Understaaaaaands Me mode, what can I say.)

All my favorite Jedi liked her and thought she was cool (Felony has Plo Koon, I had Obi-Wan and Yoda and Aayla.)

To contrast, Derran's only real Speshul trait was having the same hair/eye color as me (toooootally a coincidence I convinced myself at that age), she was a more balanced, albeit amateur character.

That said writing Lia was a huge escape after dealing with school & peers' crap all day and I don't regret it. It was mental and emotional self-care and it was fun. I still have all that bad fic and I still love it; even if I don't consider it "good" anymore, it made me the writer I am today and there are still things I look at and I'm like, that's a good idea I can execute better now, or I really like that turn of phrasing, so on. It made me a better writer and Lia has a special place in my heart. Nowadays she exists as my Jedi Knight in SWTOR, Skye Lir.

Drawing of Lia Skye from 2005 & in-game screenshot of Skye Lir from 2016. And to bring it around full-circle, in SWTOR Skye was Derran's Padawan. :)

Writing overpowered maybe-a-self-insert OC is self-care. But if I'm paying money to a company owning a massive franchise, it's not unreasonable for me to expect better quality writing than a depressed anxious amateur preteen writer desperately suppressing her own queerness and filtering the asexuality she doesn't understand through Jedi fanfic lmao. Or to put it another way, if a friend just getting into baking makes me a cake, I will support her efforts regardless of the quality of the final result, but if I buy from a popular well-known bakery I'm gonna damn well expect a good cake.

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

How would caspian treat a young crew mate who had been kind to him, and along with Malik, got captured by them?

So I’m hoping I understand it right. Asking if Caspian captured not just Malik but some of his crew too, then how would he treat them?

Later on in the story, Jovey is pretty high on his nice list. As high as a human can be for his standards anyway. Cas isn’t completely heartless, he can just be cruel and hold a grudge for a long time. So if you’re generally nice to him and don’t do anything to piss him off then he’s more indifferent towards you.

If he caught Malik’s crew with him, he’d actually spare the ones who didn’t hurt him and tried to help him. He’d just kind of let them go and tell them to forget everything and live their lives while he took the rest of the scumbag crew to the bottom of the ocean.

I will say though, it doesn’t matter what age they are. If they acted just as bad as Malik and were teenagers, he’d drown them without a second thought.

Taglist: @paperprinxe , @melpomenelamusa , @gala1981 , @starsick1979 , @neverthelass , @3-2-whump

[richkidcityfriends]

hm. children of lir... hatching... there's something there. idk what exactly yet but. there is something. i can do something with this.

[cecils-dragons]

📣 for leon and lir?

Oh the lads!!!! I love chatting and drawing these two, this is inspiring me to do something else, hehehe >:3

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

I don't have any voice claims as I'm not really good with that stuff due to me not knowing enough pieces of media and some minor auditory issues.

But for their general voices I feel like Lir has a very sultry voice, he usually talks at a low and consistent tone. He usually sings ballads, so he puts his voice to good use. Lir speaks in very poetic and flowery ways, it can come off as if he's a bit up his own ass, but he just talks like that :P

On the other hand tho. Leon is very loud and excitable. His voice tends to fluctuate a lot and cracks frequently. He does whistle and chitter when excited or happy, which is all the time, loud little man. Also run on sentence king <3 he WILL talk your ear off.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!! :DDDD

[ask-lir]

Amber: I hope you don't mind me asking this question "Are you a spirit creature of a unicorn??" I'm curious to know your story and that I'm mesmerized by your look. Also I bring you a gift hoofmade by me *gives you a stuffed fox*

"my woods are not kind to soft items."

[ne-hny-patyk]

∞ for the music ask thing :)

«Тіло дає лиш біль, яким ти платиш за щастя,

Яке давно вже пішло, а ти не розрахувався.

Роки і роки минуть, а ти собі борг залишиш.

Навіки він тобі даний, віршами його не знищиш.»

— Pta Khi, Лист до дзеркала (A letter to the mirror)

Translation:

«Body only gives you pain, which you use to pay for happines,

Which is long gone, but you hadn't paid.

Years and years will pass, but you will leave yourself a debt.

It is given to you for forever, you won't destroy it with poetry.»

[monstersighing]

18+ NSFW MDNI

M Tentacled Sea God x AFAB Reader

Title: Deep

Content: tentacle sex, knotting, impact play (spanking), dirty talk, possessiveness, praise kink.

(Other works featuring the same monster can be found via my masterlist, but this can be read as a standalone).

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Three weeks had passed since you’d seen Lir, the sea god you’d summoned to your bed with your wishes and desires. You’d called and he hadn’t answered. You felt empty and hot blooded enough to go out to a bar and fuck the first man who’d shown you attention.

He’d been sweet, the man you met at the bar, six drinks deep on an evening out with your work colleagues. You’d taken him home and let him fuck you from behind against the window of your apartment. You’d watched the storm lash against the sea. You’d imagined the cock inside you was Lir’s tentacles and the hands on your hips were larger, with sharp nails. He’d come inside you with a grunt and worked his fingers across your clit. You only came when he agreed to call you a slut and pulled your hair, imagining the accusation in a deeper voice.

You’d handed the man his clothes and he’d left in a taxi not long after.

I fucked someone else and I’m glad, you thought as loud as you could, stood at the sea’s edge. Hoping your words would reach Lir, even if he didn’t reply.

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Sunrise comes, and you walk out of your house, across the patio and down to the sand of the beach. Then to the shore. The tide is in, so you leap up to the rocks, pick your way across rock pools and perch at the furthest point you can reach. The spray from the waves mists your face.

The sun rises higher, and you lie down flat against the rocks, the sun warming your face, your shoulders, the bare skin of your belly between your swim shorts and top. You doze.

You wake to a shadowy figure above you, blocking the sunlight. It is Lir. His body bracketing yours, tentacles undulating above and behind him.

“I heard you. I know what you did,” he says.

Your hands reach up, and you touch the planes of his face. As you look into his dark, seal-like eyes, you say, “I missed you,” and then “I’m sorry.”

“You’re mine, you know that.” Two of his tentacles wrap around your wrists and push your hands down so they are resting either side of your head.

“But you left,” you say. “You left me alone.”

“I had things to attend to. During the storms, people ask for me. I save them and I grow stronger.”

He does seem larger than before, somehow. Sleeker and more muscled. The deep blue of his skin more vibrant.

“I’m yours. I won’t ever again. I’m sorry.”

“Words,” Lir says. “You need to show me.” Your cunt throbs, the sound of his voice alone has you feeling slick and warm.

“How?” Tears prickle your eyes, and your face feels hot. You need to make this right.

“I’m going to punish you. Then I’m going to fill every hole in your body and fuck your cunt full of my cum until you can’t remember what that man felt like.”

You whine then, and arch up desperate for Lir’s skin on yours. He hasn’t come inside your cunt yet. He’s spilt his seed on your body and in your mouth, pushed tentacles and feelers into your pussy and hole. But never that. You want it desperately, more than anything you can ever remember desiring.

“Yes. Please. Yes,” you whimper.

Lir lifts you then, and you are laid prone across his lap. Water slick tentacles hold your arms and legs in place, wrapping tightly. His hands pull your shorts down and off and knead at your exposed ass cheeks.

“Ten hits, and you will count them. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you say.

A tentacle slaps down against your left ass cheek. You jolt forward. “One,” you say.

Another tentacle slaps down against your right ass cheek, harder than the first, the loud crack of impact, shocking you. “Two,” you say.

Lir carries on, each slap of a tentacle harder, and swifter than the last. You wriggle, and the tentacles coiled around your legs and arms tighten and pull, so your body is taut. “Be good,” Lir warns. The hot sting of each hit becomes one warm bright ache. You feel your mind empty, except for the need to count each strike.

You’re sobbing by the time you reach ten, tears dripping off the tip of your nose. You’re unsure whether you want to pull away or wriggle your ass out to beg for more punishment.

Lir’s voice breaks into your thoughts then: “You have been good. You’re forgiven.” His hand strokes your head, while the other presses against the burning heat of your buttocks, soothing. You bask in his touch, but you want more. When the tentacles gripping your legs and arms loosen and fall away, you scrabble up off Lir’s lap to kneel in front of him. You spread your legs wide and pull off your top so you are fully naked, flushed and desperate.

Drawing you close he bends to kiss your mouth, tongue running across the seam of your lips and then pressing inside. His hands stroke across your back and his mouth dips to the side of your neck. You arch and feel the press against of his open mouth and his teeth against the skin there, like a promise. He pushes you back against the rocks and pulls your legs over his sides, so your body is stretched and displayed for him, from your wet waiting cunt to your hard aching nipples to your open pleading mouth. The sea breeze blows over all your naked skin, making your shiver.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what, my pet?” Lir says, and he smiles.

“I’m sorry. You said if I was sorry, you’d fuck me.”

“Patience. I shouldn’t have left you so long, should I? You’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” you agree.

Propping yourself up on your elbows allows you to see Lir’s hard dick. It’s big, a sucker studded ridge near the base, and a fringe of feelers above his pubic bone that undulate as if seeking out touch.

One of Lir’s tentacles seek out your pussy, its pointed edge tracing against your lips. You try to push down, but the tentacles’ touch dances away and then returns light. Other tentacles glide up your body, flick at your nipples and attach themselves, suckers milking and then clenching, making your cunt twitch in sympathy. All you want is to be filled and used and know you are forgiven.

Shifting over you, Lir grips his cock and rubs it against your entrance, getting it slick. When he pushes the tip of his cock into you, you sigh. He’s wide. You feel him push inside you inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate him. It hurts so good you force your hips down until his cock is fully seated inside you, your legs trembling at the feeling of fullness. The frill of feelers around the base of his cock brush against your exposed clit, over and over.

He starts with shallow thrusts that have your craving more, then he plunges deeper, deeper. Boxed in by Lir’s body, your hands wrap around his wide neck. You pant and whimper into his mouth as he kisses you, his tongue deep, until his thrusts make it so his kisses are just glancing presses against any part of your face his lips can reach. You come clenching and trembling around his fat cock with a wail.

Lir pauses as your orgasm ripples through you. And then starts again. He is harsher now, his rhythm gone ragged, chasing his own pleasure. A tentacle fucks into your mouth and you suck on it. Another tentacle pushes against your asshole, circles the ring of muscle until it loosens, and rams deep inside. Lir’s cock and the tentacle slide in and out of your holes in counterpoint, and you feel full almost to bursting.

I can’t I can’t your mind says, you can’t come again. And then you do, your cunt filled with Lir’s cock, your hole filled with a thick tentacle and your mouth with the sinuous press of his tongue as he kisses you. He pushes the deepest he has into your cunt with his cock and you feel his cum slick your insides in spurts. You feel the ridged edge of his dick expand, plugging the cum inside you, suckers twitching and holding tight when your hips jerk with the aftershock of coming.

“My knot,” he says, and presses a hand just above your pubic bone. “It’ll keep you full of my cum.”

You’re too overwhelmed to speak, so you just hum, and let Lir wrap you in his tentacles.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” he says. You settle against him, cradled in the arms of your monster and sigh in happiness. You’re happy to wait until his knot loosens, and sure that when it does he will be ready to fuck you again.