#accultant

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: shit i've said to my cat 。

@accultant ⸻ ❝ I know you're trying to tell me something, I just don't know what. ❞

             THE  BEAST  HUFFS  ;   this is much more difficult than it should be for someone who used to be something of a ventriloquist for him. 

That was when they were little, though. When they were attached by the hip with a telepathic link between them. When Iago could actually read his facial expressions properly. Puck didn't exactly have a snout back then.

Chain jingling behind him, he pads over to one of the windows & pushes the heavy curtains to the side with his paws. Then he points at Iago before bonking his head against the glass. You. Go outside. It would be good for you. There are birds.

At least, that's how he wants to say it. Instead Puck clears his throat then proceeds to speak in the only way he can. A rough growl: ❝ Igor. Out. ❞

          Ah, 

                 That sounds like he's kicking them out. Not quite what he meant. 

[bloodyarn]

Happy Halloween!

Felt so free to draw your bootiful ocs because I love them very much ;w; ♥

Hark - @druidicbard Puck - @bloodtwin Iago - @accultant Hyra - @bolyde

[starcunin]

closed starter | @accultant

The vampire lounges by the fire, vermillion eyes flickering with the reflection of the dancing flames as they flit across the camp, yet his gaze is fixed on something far more enticing. Puck. Or rather, the hot, rich blood he can almost taste beneath the surface of that skin. He’s watched the others from a distance, keeping his secrets hidden behind a mask of charm and wit, but Puck… Puck is different. There’s a vulnerability there that Astarion recognizes all too well. It’s the kind of vulnerability that could be easily exploited, if only the right strings were pulled.

For over a fortnight, they’ve traveled together, the mind flayer tadpoles wriggling away in their skulls, tying their fates together in the most grotesque of ways. It’s an uneasy alliance, and Astarion knows better than to fully trust any of them—but he’s learned how to use people, to bend them to his will. Puck, with that vacant look of someone who has lost all memory, is the perfect candidate for a bit of careful manipulation. He could become a reliable source of protection, even a steady meal, if played correctly. But there’s a complication—a thorn in Astarion’s side that he hadn’t anticipated.

Iago. The “friend” who seems to hover a bit too closely to Puck, whose eyes are always watching, always calculating. Astarion knows there’s more to that story—he can practically smell the lies on Iago’s breath whenever they speak. And while he hasn’t quite figured out the full extent of the deception, he can feel it in his bones that Iago is hiding something.

He can’t afford to make any mistakes. Not with the others blissfully unaware of his true nature, not with this bloody parasite scrambling his brains. But the hunger… it’s growing stronger by the day. He hasn’t fed properly since this whole nightmare began, and the temptation that Puck presents is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Astarion’s crimson eyes trace the line of Puck’s throat, imagining the warmth of blood spilling over his tongue, the sharp pain of his fangs sinking into flesh… It takes every ounce of self-control not to act on it, not to give in right there and then.

But then he feels it—a pair of eyes on him. He tears his gaze away from Puck and meets Iago’s stare across the fire. They’ve caught him. For a split second, there’s a flash of something in Astarion’s expression—annoyance, perhaps, at being interrupted—but it’s gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a cool, practiced smile. He arches an eyebrow, ❛ Oh, don’t mind me, ❜ he says, his voice smooth and just a touch too casual. ❛ I was simply… admiring the fire. Nothing more. ❜ The lie slips easily from his lips, but there’s a tension in the air now, a thread pulled taut between them, and Astarion wonders just how much longer he can keep up this delicate dance.

[yaksha-garden]

@accultant | Continued from x

The current idea was to sift through the attic of House Daivate's sadly deceased portrait artist -- Eden had great reason to suspect they were from this family, and if they found a painting of themselves in these halls, they could prove it.

Now, that didn't directly prove Eden wasn't the fairy-tale witch everyone seemed convinced they were based off nothing but resemblance, but it would be a start, because it implied a quiet and sheltered life as a healer or oracle, rather than... well.

"You undersell yourself. If you've been hanging around Puck for all your life then you have to be reasonably-" Eden hums as they dust off a woodcarving. "-I'm not going to say sane, but it's a talent for reason. Does that make sense?"

While the woodcarving was a pretty depiction of a blossoming tree, it wasn't relevant to Eden's search, so they set it back down. "But that aside, isn't it interesting? Going through these old art pieces."

[halfdeadsacrifice]

@accultant | Continued from x

Well, he certainly couldn't leave Iago lying there, where anyone might get half a mind to steal the high priest's sacrifice. One would think these people would have a bit more respect for the faith if nothing else, but Vayu had lived long enough around most of these people to know the truth: Puck's wishes be damned, they were a pack of fucking hyenas, and Iago was the easily-bullied runt of the litter.

And maybe Vayu had some nurturing instinct left in him, that lead him to gently scoop them up off the floor, and carry them to their room.

Seeing sparks in his peripheral vision he pauses, eyes flicking down briefly to Iago's face. They're frightened -- which is reasonable given their role, he supposes. The sparks stop, but they don't look any calmer.

Vayu tries on his best reassuring smile, but it comes out a little crooked anyways. "Just... going to your room," he answers.

He lifts his eyes and starts walking, just a tad faster. It would be wise to hurry, before anyone saw the two of them (and he figured Iago would very much like to be out of the compromising position as soon as possible). But he couldn't bring himself to hurry too much. What if he tripped or ran into something? That would be even worse.

[tamedstray]

Send me ♣ for a drunk 'text'. no tadpole but they can make do

Send a symbol for various ❝texts❞ ☼

Some time, in the early hours of the morning, a letter is slipped into Iago's tent. The small note is written on a torn-up journal page, with a ripped edge running along one side and the bottom. The letter begins in pen, but it is severely smudged, despite the writer's best attempt to use a pleasing cursive.

❝Iago Darlington we miss you ♡♡♡,❞ is written in ink. The author then wisely opts for a pencil before continuing. ❝Sorry if we were loud I'm sorry :( but we wish you joined us. If I'm alive tomorrow we should go somewhere nice for a walk or food. Maybe visit that fountain again??❞ Their words punctuated with a broken heart drawn at the end. ❝Also respectfully what is wrong with your brother ?? Please help Lots of love Forever yours you're stuck with me >:) Sincerely Vigor❞

      If anything more was written, it is either too messy to read, or has been ripped off the bottom of the page.

[maestrojax]

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FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

@accultant

[whomuses]

@accultant asked - "I feel like I'm going to throw up." from hallowe'en hangover Oh, there's so much blood. Everywhere. It drips from his claws. Jaw hanging open; red splatters across his chest, the usually stark white stained scarlet as his natural colouration. He was breathing hard, eyes half wild as he slowly turned to look at Iago. "You've seen worse, haven't you?" it's followed by a sharp bark of a laugh as he stares at the other, swaying, like a mongoose or a snake, ready to strike... tongue darted out, licking his lips, a delicious smear of sweet and salt... "Would you like to see something worse..?" it was of course a dangerous game, to taunt the other... but it was always fun to encourage their overprotective sibling into a fight.

[relentlessgrief]

@accultant continued from here

"You didn't win me over. There was never anything to win over."

Truth in that statement.

He didn't know a lot about Iago, but that mattered not. Maybe it was ignorance. Or maybe it was just the sheer belief and determination that people aren't fully, wholly bad. Not most of them, anyway. There was nuance, shades of grey.

"I think that you're someone just trying to survive. Like the rest of us."

From Connor's experience, at least, most of those who put up walls were those who really wanted to see who would knock them down. Again, maybe just plain ignorance. But Connor was hopeful.

"I am sorry that others speak about you as if they know you when they likely do not."

[bloodtwin]

stupid siblings that i hate

[swarmcall]

🕯 ?

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . inner thoughts.

       ❝ I  enjoy  Iago  deeply.  I  kan  not  wait  until  they  give  birth.  My  preparations  for  welkoming  the  new  youngling  have  been  nothing  but  sukcesfull.  I  started  growing  some  skallions,  should  it  start  teething.  There  is  so  much  to  learn  about  human  reproduktion,  it  truly  is  exciting.  They  are  a  joy  to  be  around   &   will  make  a  wonderful  parent.  ❞

[silvertiefling]

[Roll 1d100 = 94] Start Running!: A random creature within 30ft turns hostile towards Iago. Perhaps this is someone Iago has decided to hide from in Katya's tavern. Perhaps (maybe more concerningly) this is Katya herself, who has found herself suddenly very unhappy with a particular white-haired patron...

" Does no one read the bar rules these days? What part of no fightin' - fuck it, whatever. You look like you're easy to B R E A K, just hide behind the bar or somethin' 'til big an' ugly over there gives up," she sighed, cleaning out a glass behind the bar counter. She was hungover and not in the mood to deal with reinforcing the rules today.

[yaksha-garden]

@accultant | Continued from x

For a moment, Eden beheld Iago with an impassive gaze, with a slight tilt of the head. They pursed their lips, before a crooked smile came back to them.

"That's because you didn't have the keys to power," they answer, with a sort of let-them-eat-cake level of dismissal.

But as far as Eden was concerned, that was the vital difference between her and Iago's time "underneath" as they'd taken to calling it. Eden was free to act on her every heart's whim and Iago was a would-be-sacrifice-turned-accountant. A pitiful, monotonous existence with a sword hanging over one's head. Certainly not free to take vengeance on their tormentors, Eden presumed.

"But you can change that now."

Eden lifted a hand, and reached it over to Iago. The vines grew wild up their arm and dangled from their hair, and this time they grew thorns -- certainly not a seasonal marker from before all their dark enlightenment had been given back to them.

Only a little of it pricked her skin, just not enough to bleed yet.

"You don't need to fear anyone or anything's wrath -- they should fear the consequences of ever having hurt you!" Eden declared. "Didn't you wish they could all just die? You can grant that wish of yours!"

Their fingers splayed out, ready to grasp Iago's hand. Their eyes were clear, wide, and eagerly drank in Iago's response -- and softened, not quite in mercy but more in trepidation.

Their heart pounded, hollowing itself out with the need to have Iago say yes, take their hand, or maybe just stop looking at them like some kind of monster.

[halfdeadsacrifice]

@accultant | Continued from x

For the span of a few breaths, Vayu lay there still. He averts his eyes from Iago, blinks slow and heavy. He wants to leave, he thinks. He's pretty sure. But despite being asleep for so long (how long?) he feels like he hasn't rested even a little.

Still, with great effort, he raises his upper body off the mattress with a groan, muscles stiff and joints aching.

"I'm not injured," he finally answers Iago's question. "I think."

Iago could probably guess he was still hurt, though.

As he blinks the sand away from his eyes, the dreams become more muddled as they often did, remembered mainly in the outlines and the base emotions, with the occasional clear memory of lone, heart-piercing moments.

But he remembers the final dream for now -- it was idyllic, just like the first dream mostly was. Much shorter though, just a simple card game and simple conversation interspersed with odd reminiscences, apologies: Eden (or some version of them) asking him if he didn't want to stay. Not begging this time. More like a friend asking if he was sure he didn't want to stay for tea or dinner.

He turns and shuffles to the side of the bed, the sensation of his feet touching the ground oddly numb. He tries to stand anyways -- he stumbles, legs wobbling.

"...how long was it?" he asks Iago. "In the real world, I mean."

[maestrojax]

@accultant asked:

who did this to you?

send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.

It wasn't often that the mercenary leader was injured. He was looking in a mirror as he cleaned a cut on his face. Wincing a bit as he did. "I got hurt in the last fight." He said flatly as he looked at them. "If you were going to hunt them down and kill them know I already did."

[harpershigh]

❛ not to sound like a Victorian woman suffering from hysteria but going to the sea would fix me. ❜

More unhinged comic relief!

Jaheira eyes the younger woman with a compassionate stare. She leans in slightly, gently placing a placating hand on Iago's shoulder, and whispers: "I pretty much doubt that."