#corryn

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corryn, 2008

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nepotism baby popstar

[forgosun]

Corryn Gabriel Santiago and his immediate relationships

Ok there are a couple of funny ass things about Corryn that needs to be known.

Mentioned Chars that belong to other people Austin, Sherb, Darian, and Krov belong to Typhra

His two exes the Angel, Demon (Names are still pending but their personalities are fleshed out) and Khoi belong to Joe The third ex is possibly under discussion but will not be revealed till later.

His three kids are more likely to be collab chars.

Corryn was born extremely poor and had familial connections, the reason why he keeps collecting these strays is cause he's trying to establish some kinda found family thing but has a difficult time actually emotionally fitting with it.

Made a deal with the devil and is partial demon after consuming a part of it after winning a game he 100% cheated at.

Corryn was briefly Spencer's sponsor and is the one who gave this bitch all the resources to be a top tier secretary. Spencer decided he didn't really like being a secretary and made piss poor choices on his way out/eventual alleyway doctor. The two are currently friends, though there's definite tension there.

Has a terse relationship with Austin but a fairly close one with Austin's clone, Sherb. He's also Fiore's surrogate parent. Though for a time, Corryn adopted the role of absent father with Fiore. Whoops.

Corryn has the most intense crush on Krov who did something nice for him back when he was poor and rizzless. For a time he obsessively went looking for his benefactor and only developed feelings after finding him. Aggressively fights his feelings as Krov not only shows no sign of mutual attraction, he is extremely oblivious to Corryn's VERY DIRECT confessions. Corryn who gave up on being subtle and decided to be direct still gets the clueless reaction from Krov which is making him give up completely on that route.

While he sponsors several talents, Darian appears to be the only one he took in that does not have aggressive talent like the others. There are times where he registers Darian as a literal dog and comes home after a busy day to rest on his favorite pet. If only his dog stopped fucking saying ABO is real.

He has two exes that he has the most insane dynamic with. The angel was initially his enemy, though Corryn thought it was funny, the Angel kept coming to punish him and fell for his seduction tactics. He had full intent on corrupting them but ended up finding out the Angel was a freak, got engaged to the angel after some point and after finding out he was pregnant, ran off and broke the engagement. The angel continues to attempt to marry Corryn who keeps evading these attempts as Corryn is a whore.

The demon was someone that wanted to form a contract with Corryn long before he actually got contracted and ended up fuckin losing that contract. They're a bit bitter about it actually but does like Corryn's ass. Corryn also got careless and had a kid with this one too.

They all like cycle through bitching about each other with the twins Khoi and Choi who serve the angel and demon and alternate. Choi actually thinks this is the funniest shit known to man and loves break up stories like a lot. LIKE A LOt.

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Some character summaries for the first book.

Laika - One of the countless Fellbound, people who were killed in a demonic war, used as vessels, and discarded. Her idealistic hopes struggle to remain above-water and she has self-destructive tendencies. Her mental state is often something between internal screaming and "*inhale* boi".

Anzar - An older man Fellbound man, former soldier, and possibly holder of the most brain cells in this post. He's the most likely to try to succeed in telling Laika to stop when she has a bad idea.

Adryssa - Anzar's "widow", because technically her husband died but then he got better, but also he's still dead. She considers herself lucky that she can still be with her husband, but struggles with the existential crises that come with it. She's confident and stubborn when Anzar tries to protect her.

Asta - A young adult who only only just left her sheltered upbringing and is excited to see the world. She didn't experience the war and doesn't have the usual negative impression against the Fellbound, but also lacks some social grace. She can be unintentionally invasive, but she is also polite and sincere. She's a Sariel, aka a healer with the temple of Living Elements.

Luneth - One of Laika's closest living friends and an Eladriel, aka a paladin or knight specifically aligned with the temple of Living Elements. He is derided by his peers for maintaining his friendship with Laika. He's the kind of guy who would drop wojaks and deus vult memes in the group chat without knowing the context, but also sets confederate flags on fire. He's an exhausting friend.

Corryn - We're entering the Asshole Zone now. He's another Eladriel and Asta's older cousin.I don't know what to call him other than a tsundere, but for human rights. "I'm doing you a favor... b-but not because I think you're a person or anything!"

Sunbrand - A member of the Dawnblade, an antagonistic inquisitorial force. He is a stabby individual who would shank Laika in an alley if he thought he could get away with it. Laika has to get used to the fact that he could always be watching her.

Kalias - High Azriel, aka leader of the temple's battle-casters. He has such politician energy. I would not trust him with my drink order.my

[reveliii]

thinking about the “im sorry on that day. the day you were shut out and left to die. no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours” quote so deeply

edit: wow help its from fnaf

[rhaenyratargeryn]

Made my Tav's with this picrew~!

[whitegoldtower]

Finally, for the cuddle series, cuddling my OCs:

Corryn: He’s surprised when you do it, and hesitates for a moment before engulfing you in the warmest cuddle you can possibly imagine. He chuckles, and squeezes you close to him. He welcomes any sort of affection, despite all he’s gone through, and you can quite literally feel his heart warming. For a snow elf, his cuddles aren’t cold at all. His hands are a little clammy, yes, but his chest and stomach is where all the heat is stored. You can smell dragonfire on his clothes, perhaps a bit of reptile if he’s been out riding all day, and his hair usually smells like a bonfire, but at his throat, it’s easy to pick up on the scents of alto wine, pine forests and petrichor. He’s wind-chafed and lovely, and those lavender eyes of his hold so much emotion and gratitude. His hands are rough, but his face against yours is cleanly shaven and soft, albeit scarred.

Dagduach: He flinches MASSIVELY when you move towards him, and his guards are immediately raised sky high. You can feel his heart racing in his chest as you lean into him, and for a moment you feel like this was the wrong decision entirely… until he carefully puts those muscled arms around you and rests his grizzled chin on your shoulder. He grasps fistfuls of your shirt and breathes you in, becoming familiar with your scent. He, himself, smells like the wilds of the Reach, of moss and rain, of fresh earth with an animalistic undertone. He twitches whenever you move, always anticipating an attack, though. He doesn’t close his eyes, and he doesn’t let his guard down, but he does appreciate the sentiment. His unruly, curly red hair tickles your nose, and he presses himself flat against your body, though not out of lust or comfort - he does it so that you can’t suddenly turn on him and stab him in the stomach. It’s difficult to get him to relax, and you can feel the tension in his neck and shoulders.

Severin: You feel a father’s love. All the security and comfort you could ever want, conveyed in a single embrace. He is here for you, he wants to support you. His beard is well cared for, and so is his hair - although it’s swept back into a frizzy bun (long hours pouring over books and messing around with the alchemy table can do that to a man). Despite being a former necromancer and tomb-raider, he doesn’t smell like a dusty old crypt. No, he smells like dusty old books, of sweet canis root tea and a little like smoke. There’s a scent of leather there. His hands are rough with age and hard-work, and he takes to slowly and soothingly rubbing your back, keeping you close to his (rather fluffy) chest as he rocks you to and fro. He’s incredibly warm, which is a relief given the climate of Winterhold, and he kisses the top of your head as he lets you go. You feel like you can tell him anything. Although, if it’s the middle of the day, his breath may be a little funky from all the fucked up alchemy ingredients he’s been sampling. Crack wizard at his finest.

Caerwyn: Once more, you feel a father’s love, but more stern. He’s a staunch believer in discipline, and also ‘cruel to be kind’ at times, but he will most certainly engage in a cuddle with you if you play your cards correctly. He’s supportive, yet quiet, and is more likely to listen to you speak than spew out strings of advice. If you want his advice, then you must ask him for it. With him, if you don’t ask, you don’t get. Nonetheless, he will sigh softly as you lean into him. He cups the back of your head and cradles you against his body, remaining silent as he rests his cheek against the top of your head. He smells very clean and pristine, similarly to Ondolemar, and he also washes his hair with the classic combo of stout, egg whites and lemons. Although, on his skin, he smells of bay rum and black pepper. Spicy and herbal.

Eddard: He holds you with everything that he is. He gives you the love that he wants, he holds you tightly and trembles. His heart bleeds for you. You feel his pain, his empathy, his yearning. You feel a wet little droplet of blood on your cheek and realise that he is weeping. He understands you. He soaks up your pain like a sponge - he can’t help it. It makes it incredibly difficult to kill you. Your mind connects with his, and all you hear is his screaming. Heart-wrenching, grief-stricken screaming. You decide not to intrude on his thoughts again. He smells of old-church, of incense, with the undertone of blood. There’s something deathly and sinister lingering on his skin, but he is so grateful for your embrace. You feel slightly afraid, like he may suddenly snap and bite into your neck, but he doesn’t. He resists with all of his might, no matter how warm you are, no matter how deliciously he can feel your pulse. Oddly enough, you are safe with him. You know you’re safe, but he doesn’t trust himself and it breaks his heart.

[quitecontraryy]

'Cause you left me laying there

With a broken heart

Staring through a deep cold void

Alone in the dark

And I miss the warmth in the morning

And the laughter when I can't stop yawning

But the tears on the pillow have dried, my dear

Gonna let it all go, 'cause I have no fear

[xyxofspades]

Part uhhhhh two I'd love to lore dump but the problem is organizing my thought into anything that doesn't sound like AUGHBJFELIBICDBLRR

*I just realized that when I say streetwear I have to be specific in that I do NOT mean American streetwear. I mean Japanese streetwear. Sorry guys. I forgot what country my corner of the internet generally resides in for a hot second

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Corryn Timmerman | Meshki ensemble • Staud bag | Instagram | 2024

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if ROD was an alien

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Idk how to turn up the image quality on procreate but here's my little courier 6 named Corryn,, she's ghoulifiying! Using a lot of medication and fancy tech to at least slow down the process.. eheheh

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Welsh question about the thing about “gi” being dog- what’s the literal meaning of corgi then? Like, I’m assuming it’s a “Cor” -dog, but what does Cor mean in this context? And are there other examples?

Dwarf dog. Cause of the lil legs :)

Generally these days you don't see 'cor' being used much as a noun, it's pretty literary and fairly rare. The modern word would be corrach/corryn

But as an adjective it still pops up like this, as a prefix before a noun with a soft mutation. So corseren is a dwarf star (you could also say seren gorachaidd). Corhelygen is a dwarf willow. Corffa is dwarf beans. But the best known example is, of course, corgi.

[puppyxaegon]

Hi legend I saw you were taking requests and also enjoy subby Aegon; excited to see your work✨

Mayhaps a request for a blurb/hcs on Aegon getting riled up in public??? His lady just teasing and rubbing him under the table or alcove bj in the red keep. Poor baby egg can’t keep quiet either. IF YOU SO DESIRE- soft mean dom just loving every second of it. Both of them definitely about to go feral at the idea of being caught 😈😈😈

Love love LOVE this request and apologies for just now getting to it!! Very glad to be posting more subby Aegon and I promisee something more is coming soon for him I'm very excited to share it. Here's a few blurbs on these concepts for your viewing pleasure, please let me know your thoughts! Btw we have a wife reader here ofc but I'm open to writing any gender and requests are open!!

She Says

Sub!Aegon ii Targarygen x Wife!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: public setting, OC, openish relationship, a little fluff I suppose? They're whores but they love each other.

Aegon is definitely a sucker for public stuff, and there are few greater pleasures on earth than watching him squirm and bite his lip trying to keep quiet.

I mean, he loves what you do to him and he hates attending to his responsibilities so interrupting an uninteresting meeting or tournament with a bit of discreet fun seems like a win win.

Whenever you attend events together, you're steadfast by your husband's side, and it's something you enjoy taking advantage of.

Sometimes it starts when you're both bored or just in that particular mood or one reason or another.

Like at the jousting tourney when you'd noticed him almost nodding off, more than likely nursing a hangover from the previous night. Objectively, this was an embarrassment. The two of you sat in the very front row of the upper observation gallery behind the barrier, so although you were only visible from the chest up, anyone who glanced over could see the next in line to the throne struggling to keep his eyes open. It should have been an embarrassment, but you often found it was difficult to see Aegon's behavior as anything but endearing.

When it was time for the two of you to give your favor to one of the knights, you had to nudge him and he'd startled awake, clearing his throat and quickly taking your hand. The two of you stood to look over the edge of the balcony, where four knights sat atop their horses all in a line with their lances held high in waiting.

You could feel Aegon squeeze your hand and when you glanced up to him you noticed that he was locked in a stare with Ser Corryn, the young handsome knight who he'd first pointed out to you just about two months ago.

At another equally dull tournament, Aegon's attention had been caught on the man, and he told you offhandedly later that day how he wished so desperately that those knights weren't sworn to celibacy. You were sure to take note of that, and a few weeks later you surprised your husband with that very knight in your shared bed.

You'd run your fingers through Aegon's hair and kissed his forehead as he laid back in your lap, all while Ser Corryn fucked him senseless. As you listened to his gasps and moans while he squirmed against your body, you knew this was a gift he would truly appreciate. You'd seen him cum three times that night, and you cherished the taste of the tears you kissed away from his cheeks as he cried from the overstimulation.

Now almost two weeks later, Aegon blushed and gave a coy smile as he threw the floral wreath onto the knights lance. He looked between the two of you, smirking playfully before blowing a kiss and trotting away to begin the game.

Aegon was certainly awake now, nearly leaning out of his seat with his elbows propped up on the barrier to follow Ser Corryn with his eyes.

You placed a hand high on his thigh and squeezed, leaning in. " Be careful Egg, if you can't even meet the man's eyes without giggling like a maiden you may raise suspicions."

He shot you a look of faux irritation, rolling his eyes dramatically before sinking back into his seat again. his eyes wandered the space absently, but you noticed how his knees fell open a bit wider as he relaxed into the chair, granting you access.

You continued rubbing small circles into his inner thigh, pretending not to notice how he tried to suppress the twitch of his mouth as he shifted in his seat to and his breath began to hitch in his throat.

You kept your eyes forward as you ever so slowly slid your hand the rest of the way up his leg, over his stomach and down the front of his trousers and finally wrapped your flingers around his leaking cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, could see his jaw tense as he clenched his hands around the arms of this chair, nails digging in.

Poor baby, that probably hurt :(

It's a wonder that the crowd was so lively, otherwise someone would surely have heard Aegon's poorly concealed whimpers and moans.

You'd managed to string him along for the entire remaining length of the match, which had to be close to an hour. By the end, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek as he bucked his hips up into your hand and made a mess beneath the layers of clothing that concealed the two of you.

At other times, your fun was more of a tool to keep your husband in line.

You had been at a grand feast, part of some festival honoring one god or ancient hero or another. You hadn't yet gotten quite familiar the never ending fanfare and pageantry that the Westerosi clung to.

Though as the eldest son he probably should have been seated toward the middle of the long table, Aegon occupied the chair at the far left end of the setting. He always wanted a clear escape route at these things, and you of course found your space directly next to him.

This position also effectively cut him off from the rest of the table; and this combined with the heavy cloth which draped all the way to the floor made it an incredibly opportune position to stroke your husband beneath the table until he begged and whispered curses under his breath.

Aegon stared straight down at his plate, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he rolled his hips back and forth, cock rock hard and slick with sweat and precum and it slid against your hand. Suddenly you withdrew, pulling back quickly and wiping your hand discreetly on the napkin beside you.

"Be a good boy and go wait for me in the hall."

He'd looked to you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Like this??" He hissed back, shifting in his seat and glancing down toward his lap.

You tilted your head and gave a mock sad expression, poking out your bottom lip. "Oh pity, is my boy so bashful now?" You leaned in a bit closer, assuring that he would feel your breath ghost over his ear. "You might have thought about that before contradicting me in front of your sister, love. You know how important it is that your family respects me and accepts my place here."

You could see him clench and unclench his jaw, he'd probably forgotten all about the little incident but you'd warned him about mouthing off in the company or others a hundred times. This was his punishment, and as he sighed and rubbed the crease forming between his eyebrows you could see that he understood.

"Right." You said flatly. "Now run along husband. Be careful not to embarrass yourself in front of all the guests." You ran a hand down his cheek before placing a chaste kiss there and giving him another soft smile.

He looked worried, but you could see him swallow the emotion as he reached down again to adjust himself. Just as he'd begin to push back his chair and leave the table you stopped him gently, placing a hand on his arm.

"Oh, and Aegon?" He looked to you nervously, blinking fast. "No touching until I get there."

With that you gave his arm a squeeze and turned your attention back to your wine and the chattering crowd before you. Soon enough you could see Aegon weaving his way through that crowd, eyes cast down and hands dutifully clasped in front of his body to conceal any evidence of your activities. You watched with amusement as he gradually sped up as he walked, nearly breaking into a run as he approached the door.

Not long after you saw Lady Baela break away from the crowd and approach, giving you a small bow. You'd intended to take your leave fairly quickly, not to be too hard on your boy but it looked now like he might have to be a bit more patient. "May I sit my Lady?", she asked, gesturing Aegon's empty seat, and you gave her a polite nod.

"I do hope you're enjoying the party, we're all so happy to have you at court." "Is your husband feeling well? I saw him rushing out of the room a few moments ago."

"Oh yes, he's fine just a bit tired" you lowered your voice and whispered playfully "and you know him, possibly a few too many plates of food and a few too many cups of wine". Baela giggled, nodding "Yes, to be quite honest I was a bit worried he might be sick there on the dance floor. I'm thankful you keep such a caring watch over him."

You gave her a small thank you and smile, but when she shifted slightly closer and placed a hand over your own, her face was just that more serious.

"I truly mean it, my Lady. If you don't mind my saying, my cousin was in a bad way before he had you. I'm sure you must know that, but we all saw him straying down a dark path. Now that you're here it's.." she paused, searching for the words. "He's a better man, we can leave it at that. That means something to us, our families won't forget this."

You smiled brightly and gave her hand a squeeze. "Well I'm sure you know Baela, some men just need the right lady to whip them into shape.", you remarked, winking.

That earned a heartier laugh from the silver haired woman, and you felt a glow of pride in your chest as the threw her head back and swatted at your arm.

You joined her in idle gossip for a bit longer before deciding it was time to go attend to your prince.

"If you don't mind my Lady, I think I'll go and check in on him now."

When you escaped the overwhelming chatter and footsteps which filled the ballroom, it wasn't hard to follow the echoed heavy breathing that travelled through the silent stone halls.

You made sure your footsteps clicked slowly and loudly against the floor as you approached, and you couldn't say you were surprised to find him tucked into a windowsill, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he rubbed at the bulge in the front of his trousers. He always was a glutton for punishment

"Oh dear Aegon..." you pouted crossing your arms and shaking your head slowly. "It looks like someone still hasn't learned to follow instructions as they're given. What will we do now?"