#accultant

[bloodtwin]

            GOT   'EM.    Puck  can  see  the  way  they  stare  off  into  the  distance.  They  need  sunlight.  Fresh  air.  Some  godsdamned  whimsy.

He  plops  down  on  all  fours  again,  paws  smacking  the  snow  so  hard  it  scatters  everywhere  around  them.  His  head  is  already  pushing  Iago's  back  to  get  them  walking.

           Yes,  I  will  show  you.  We  can  play  for  a  little  longer.

He  knows  just  the  place  to  take  them,  too.  He  trots  ahead  of  them  &  resists  the  urge  to  tug  eagerly  on  their  sleeve  with  his  teeth  or  nip  at  their  heels  to  make  them  move  faster. 

           Both  bad  ideas,  he  thinks.

Instead,  he  simply  guides  them,  oh-so-patiently  matching  their  stride  until  they  arrive  at  their  destination. 

Towards  the  back-end  of  the  castle,  there  is  usually  a  decent  view  of  a  herd  of  deer  outside  the  fence.  Puck's  large,  wolfish  form  often  scares  them  away  when  getting  too  close.  Granted,  his  mouth  often  waters  at  the  sight  of  them,  too.  He  has  tried  to  swipe  at  them  through  the  bars  a  few  times.

Puck  sinks  down  to  his  belly  in  the  snow  &  hopes  Iago  catches  a  glimpse  of  them  before  they  catch  a  glimpse  of  him. 

Maybe  later  they  could  bring  something  for  the  skittish  animals  to  nibble  on,  if  they'd  like.  Puck  is  not  sure  how  often  a  herd  of  deer  stuck  in  a  cursed  forest,  one  specifically  intended  as  a  predator's  punishment,  get  to  eat. 

To their dismay, Iago feels a jolt of fear run through them for a split second when he leans towards them unexpectedly - sudden movements and all that - but the threat is gone as quickly as they had thought it to arrive. Twisting their face in disgust rather than horror, Iago wipes their cheek with the back of their hand and lightly bats away his snout with the other, "Gross, Puck."

At his next attempt at speech, he points out their stick arms, to which they sigh, sounding flat and resigned, "I should have seen this coming. Of course, when you get your voice back, it's used to be oh-so-cruel and unkind. I get one 'I love you', then it's back to 'everyone point and laugh at the poor twink'."

Said poor twink is not making their case well at all, considering they're already shivering and tugging back the blanket they had tossed over their brother. They pull it around their shoulders, "Any more you would like to add to your standup - sorry, standpup routine before we get back inside?"

But even as they make the suggestion - aware that they'll most certainly come down with a cold if they're outside for even a minute longer, thinking of the fireplace inside, longing for a cup of hot coffee under a plethora of blankets - they don't want to go back inside just yet. The sun, as faint as it is in the grey cold weather, is still up. Trees surround them rather than stone walls. The cold stings their throat and lungs, and yet, they can breathe a little easier than they have in quite some time.

They forget their teasing as their eyes unfocus somewhere past Puck's head, at nothing in particular, just the scenery around them, mumbling, "Or - you've been around here more than I - you could show me around a little longer, I suppose."

[silvertiefling]

It was all for naught. I have lost him again. (we as a society should think about BT iago and Katya the only ones who remember Puck after he's found tadpole'd and amnesia'd)

THE BEEKEEPER'S PICNIC / @accultant

IT WAS A HARSH TRUTH. One Katya still hadn't found herself ready to confront. But it seemed Iago was going to be the realist for them both in this mournful moment. But Katya still didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to acknowledge it.

" . . . " she's quiet for a long moment.

Unsure what to say. Because, what is there to say? She might have lost her lover, but Iago had lost their sibling. Someone they had known their entire life, that was family and blood. Someone they had spent almost every single day of their lives with.

Hells, Katya wanted to punch something.

" . . . Maybe if we hit him on the head again, really hard?" Katya asked - already knowing the idea was stupid, but willing to try anything at this point to fix him.

To bring back the person he was. To bring him back to the person he was before this thing wearing his skin.

" . . . We'll find a way - "

[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.

[maestrojax]

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@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]

baby bhaaltwins were so awesome @accultant

[silvertiefling]

Cont'd from Here <3 / @accultant

"IT'S ALWAYS 'did you bury the body', and never 'thank you for thinkin' of me while you enjoyed your meal and bringin' a gift'! I'm startin' to get hurt feelin's, Kitty - " Katya sighed dramatically, tempted to just take the box with the severed hand back.

"I ate the whole thing this time - no need to worry 'bout remains!" she insisted, huffing as she pushed the box closer to Iago.

"I got it from a sexist patron that didn't understand we do actually close sometimes!" she said excitedly, clearly unbothered by the murder of some random dude.

"He also looked rich so it's probably a nice artifact," she added, whining, just a little bit.

[bloodyarn]

into the primordial soup with you

Dogyarn Salad  +  @bloodtwin

   ❝ Nooo,  don't  put  us  in  the  primordial  soup  .  .  .  aaAAAAHHH   ! ❞

[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]

[ spooning ] sender wraps around receiver protectively and mumbles half-asleep affirmations into their shoulder

Vayu turned his head from the book, looking over his shoulder at the strange little barnacle that had attached themselves to him. Not that he minded, of course.

Really, it was difficult to not get squished together on this tiny little bed. He didn't mind that either -- his family was being exceedingly generous in letting him and Iago stay indefinitely, and he didn't want to tax them by asking for a bigger bed, especially when it was hardly a problem.

He squinted (despite trying to hear, not see...), straining to discern Iago's words. Yet, he could not make it out. It sure sounded sweet though, even if it was a sweet and sticky mush.

A small smile came over his face. He lay a hand over Iago's, gently slipping his fingers in between their own. He turned his body, so that he could properly leave a kiss on their forehead, before nestling back onto his side like before.

A few pages of Vayu's book had flipped while he wasn't paying attention, making him lose his place. He squinted again, flipping through it at a leisurely pace.

[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."

[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.  ❞