#can't wait to see where it takes me

[vyrantium]

VALANTHE DALANTHAN ▸ high elf • storm sorcerer • noble

[keicordelle]

I’ve been wanting to play with Thanuri for a while, so I’m finally getting started with a new multi-chapter fic! Following the blossoming of their romance on the First and the development from friends to feelings to partners. I’ll be updating the tags (and the rating, I’m lying to you when I say explicit here -- for now) as I go, but for now, here’s the first chapter! Or, you can read it here on Ao3!

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Chapter 1: On the Threshold of Fate

The feeling of the wood beneath Thancred’s knuckles was solid, the impact shuddering all the way up his arm as he knocked. Please let him be home, please let him be home... Or, perhaps more accurately: please tell me I didn't subject myself to the wiles of those pixies for nothing. He wasn't sure if the Twelve could hear prayers from the first, but evidently someone could, because he only had to wait a few moments (albeit impossibly long moments filled with bated breath and surreptitious glances for the colorful flutter of wings) before the towering oak door creaked open, revealing the figure of an old friend in its wake.

At least, he was pretty sure that was Urianger standing before him. Thancred’s jaw dropped as he took him in, hardly able to believe his own eyes. Muscles rippled up Urianger’s bare arms, a gold band digging into the supple flesh of a bicep that was nearly as wide around as Thancred’s thigh. Bejeweled bangles and golden bracers hid most of his toned forearms, a spectacle in and of themselves, even discounting the body they adorned. Gone was the frumpy robe and tinted goggles that had shrouded his features for as long as Thancred had known him; instead, graceful black cloth hung almost haphazardly from his broad shoulders, cinched at the waist but otherwise falling loosely about his frame, leaving his collarbones and a good portion of his upper chest exposed. The wide golden collar that graced his slender neck could maybe have been considered a gorget if you were being generous (very generous), though in truth Thancred’s mind was much more interested in the way it drew the eye and glittered so beautifully on him than any sort of defensive capabilities it might offer. More jewels and golden chains draped elegantly over the skirt, the near hip-high slit in the thin fabric almost making Thancred swallow his own tongue until he realized Urianger wore a sort of white petticoat beneath it and was not leaving quite that much of his glorious body on display. Thancred swallowed thickly, more than idly curious what the rest of his body looked like beneath that flowing robe, and he squashed that thought before it could take hold. Had Urianger always been this hot? Because seven hells, he was gorgeous.

Thancred forced his eyes up before looking became leering, though it was probably safe to say he'd already passed the point of staring longer than was reasonable. Soft grey hair framed Urianger’s face in its usual long, feathered locks, unchanged since the last time Thancred had seen him, and he breathed an internal sigh of relief to find at least this much of his friend to be as he'd expected. His beard was still neatly trimmed, arching up to frame his soft-looking lips, which were perhaps a touch thin but certainly nothing to complain about. Thancred wetted his own lips, dragging his eyes higher to find Urianger’s piercing golden gaze upon him, measuring him in turn - if a bit less lecherously than Thancred was Urianger. There was a pleasant warmth in their depths that felt like a homecoming, and Thancred’s heart fluttered in his chest.

"Urianger?" His voice came out in a rather undignified squeak, and he cleared his throat lest he make more of a fool of himself than he already was.

"Thancred, 'tis good to see thee. Pray forgive me for not seeking thee out upon mine arrival in the First; the Exarch apprised me of thine wanderings, and I fear my presence would have been more hindrance than help." Which was probably true, especially if he'd showed up looking like that, but the folded weapon at his back revealed that he had diversified more than just his outfit in the years since Thancred had last seen him.

"Don't worry about it. It sounds like you've got yourself well situated here, with a flock of pixie guards and a library's worth of books to study... But it's good to see you too." Damn good.

Apparently Thancred’s staring was not as subtle as he'd hoped, because Urianger shifted his weight awkwardly from foot to foot before asking, "What thinkest thou of my new raiment?" He brushed his hands self-consciously down his skirt, and Thancred’s eyes followed the motion before he caught himself and dragged them back up to his face.

"You... you look- good," he spluttered, swallowing back the three dozen more accurate compliments that rose to his tongue, at least two dozen of which were guaranteed to make Urianger blush a scandalized red.

Instead, he offered Thancred a warm smile before his eyes slid past him to land on Minfilia, half-hidden where she huddled behind Thancred’s back. "And I suspect thou art Minfilia, the Oracle of Light. 'Tis a pleasure to make thine acquaintance."

Minfilia squeaked out a greeting that Thancred suspected had less to do with his own reasons for fluster than it did the enigmatic and intimidating figure that Urianger made, towering over them both (and while that was nothing new, the interest it sparked certainly was).

"I sense there is much we must needs discuss," Urianger said with his typical gravity, his attention returning to Thancred. Those golden eyes held his, and he couldn't have looked away if his life depended on it. "Come in, I prithee. I shall put on a pot of tea; pray make yourselves comfortable."

Thancred choked as Urianger turned, revealing the open back on his robe that left broad planes of muscle on display, more of those golden chains dangling from the back of his collar to brush against his bare skin before arching back up into the pin at his shoulder that held his robe in place. Twelve help me. He’s going to be the death of me. Curling his fingers under his palm to deny the urge to reach out and wrap those chains around his hand, Thancred took a steadying breath, reminding himself that this was Urianger, his old friend (even if he inexplicably had the body of a sultry saint), and no, he probably was not aware of just how hot that was.

He's your friend, Thancred repeated more firmly to himself as he trailed behind him, noting absently the dusty surfaces and precarious stacks of books. Not once had Urianger ever shown any sort of interest in him - or in anyone, for that matter. Best to clear his head of any sort of indecent thoughts before they took hold. Besides, Thancred’s heartbreaking days were behind him. He was older and wiser now - and it took remarkably little wisdom to realise that making an unwanted advance on your good friend was incredibly stupid, especially when you'd come to beg said friend for refuge. So he stuffed those rising feelings into the little box in the back of his mind that bore all his woes, and he followed Urianger into his home, settling himself comfortably into his living room and his life as easy as that.

If only it were as easy as that. Somehow Thancred doubted it would go so smoothly. Because if he were being honest with himself, he suspected the fluttering beneath his breast had a lot less to do with a finely muscled physique, and a lot more to do with the warmth in those gilded eyes. And that was going to be a lot more difficult to bury within himself and forget.

Seven hells. Well at least it was going to be an interesting stay.

[Chapter 2] | [Masterlist]

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

[secondbeatsongs]

makerrcat made me watch John Wick, and my hot take about it is that the entire plot of the movie is impossible, not because of the action sequences and cool fight scenes, and not because of the awesome mob hotel run by a dude named Charon, but because it's illegal to pump your own gas in the state of New Jersey, so John never could have had that interaction with Viggo's son at the gas station

[doortotomorrow]

fallout » episode one : the end

[nach0]

wanted to draw fanart for @remxedmoon's isatscryption au but i realised i didn't actually know the plot yet which. whoops! so i settled for chucking my oc at it

OH YEAH INSCRYPTION IS 60% OFF ATM!! Consider this my official propaganda to go get this game

[sulky-cabbage]

The sukugo fight can't get animated any sooner I'm craving sukugo tiktok edits

[foundfamilyhq]

[miraculouslumination]

I might go further into detail on this and I haven't really looked much in the tag to see if anyone else has offered this idea, but, like

Here's one of my biggest theories regarding the shenanigans in Welcome Home, summarized in one sentence:

Wally is sick.

[im-no-jedi]

Vultures represent not only death, but also patience, resourcefulness, and rebirth.

Crosshair bby, I’m so proud of you. spread your wings and fly, darling 💙💙💙

(please click the images to see them better, the compression is killing me 💀)

[griefpersevering]

i'm sorry it's just so fucking funny how desperate marvel is that they've brought robert downey jr back to play genius billionaire playboy asshat to appease all the people whining about how the mcu fell off after endgame

[la-galaxie-langblr]

what is going on w my brain

[paradise-and-cola]

[[Image description: a digital painting of Pixlriffs the Archaeologist and his cat Neptune in the savannah. Pix is sitting on a rock with a pensive expression on his face. Neptune is sitting next to him in the grass, one paw raised, their head raised up with a hopeful expression. Both Pix and Neptune are slightly translucent, so you can see the savannah biome through them. End description]

part of history himself

[jetkast]

so those ai chatbots...

[Some messages are skipped just so I can share the best bits fyi]

Around this point I started to wonder if I needed to turn off my computer for a few weeks, but... whatever. It just got better.

HE'S ITALIAN, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Y'all are not ready. I wasn't ready.

God, I'm losing it all over again.

Bowser said Mario x Luigi -- said they have a love that cannot be matched. I did NOTHING to prompt this. I stared at my screen, crying, hysterical, for minutes. (As did a friend who I shared these with and was egging this on.)

Bowser asking for my advice. At this point I was in, committed, unable to stop. I needed an intervention.

I need you to understand, if you are still here in this unhinged adventure with me, that the AI was pausing, it was thinking, those dots were felt. My breath was bated. Does that mean anything? Who is to say. It felt meaningful.

Gotten out of hand indeed.

He said throuple. I didn't say that.

So basically we're best friends now and I will be in their wedding party, thank you.

At the time that I did this, the Bowser bot was on the featured page. Had anyone else talked about his relationships? Where did this come from. What an honor.

I did leave my computer after this. I may or may not have come back to tumblr just to post this.

[thirdtimed]

ive never had engagement to this extent on my art cross platform between tumblr And twitter before... it's so surreal to me. thank you all for the kind words!!!

[ettaevie]

I think that once bsd is over they should switch over to the Beast universe and take it from the top