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More Fun Facts about Liochant:
- His favorite weapons are spears, daggers, and his bronze khopesh
- Due to his dad being a cheetah mei'fwa, Liochant can run and dodge as fast as a human form werewolf.
- He can due backflips, handstands and all the standard mei'fwa stuff, but he didn't naturally have the grace so originally he kept falling. Some of his ear and tailed mei'fwa friends helped him and bullied him.
- He has accidentally taught Alina and Lilith so many swear words in his native tongue that they appear to be raised by a Tu'la sailor and Drunkard.
- Liochant is actually not that fond of most sweet food. He enjoys honey and fruit, but he despises frosting.
- Liochant will almost never tell anyone if he doesn't like something.... So he will eat frosting.
- Even though his parents gave him up to a temple at 3 because they had him at 19 and were unable to raise him, he holds no ill will. He had a great childhood at the temple.
- His first kiss was actually caused due to a hair grooming incident at 10. Another mei'fwa kid decided he was dirty and let instinct take control and Liochant looked up to understand what was happening and got accidentally kissed
- He is gay but not committed to it. He has and will sleep with women soley for stress relief. Very "It's not straight if it's in a three way"
- He wasn't a leash kid but he was a "HEY STOP CLIMBING THAT! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" kid.
- He introduced using more than three spices to the guard academy and it is was a miracle. Though at one point a guy thought he poisoned them because his food had extreme spice. He ate from the Liochant only bowl though
- Liochant did learn about poison though. Both due to the fact he would try to bite snakes back as a child and the other is due to one of his gladiator handlers "Scorpion" being a reverse healer. He is only good at identifying it though, not so great at making or healing it.
- Practically immune to snake bites. It did help his later nickname of "Lais King of Snakes".
- His name Liochant is due to him misunderstanding how names work so he just directly translated his name "Lions Chant of the Sands" thus Liochant Sands.
Sad Headcanons Now
- He has an incredibly difficult time sleeping in beds due to his past as a gladiator. He was used to sleeping in pretty bad environments, so a soft bed is weird.
- Before any major battle or spar, you can catch him sleeping on any form of cold floor because it reminds him of the nights before gladiator fights. It helps him get in the zone, as unfortunate as it is.
- He is able to just completely ignore pain at moments and can literally fight through being clawed and stabbed.
- His favorite tattoo is the large sun on his back, as he got it when he officially started the Menphia training. When he was punished for refusing to kill a child in the gladiator pit, he was more upset about the scars ruining the tattoo than the actual injury/punishment.
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𝐃𝐨'𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐫; 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
─[✦]─ ❝ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ sᴀғᴇ . . . ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.❞ ─[✦]─
Age: 29-32 Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay Height: 5'7 Birthsign: The Lady Race: Khajiit [Suthay] Class: Khopesh/Shield Warrior Alliances: The Companions Family: Dro'Razhid - Father [alive]; Ka'therra - Mother [alive]; Tsriaji - Sister [alive]; Fahema - Sister [alive]; Qa'azda - Sister [deceased] Love Interest: Farkas
For lore and extras, please peruse under the cut below!
𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞;
Do'Shavir was the third born to a merchant family in Orcrest, Elsweyr. He started dreaming of adventure from a young age, and his dreams were often encouraged, especially by his youngest sister. After she passed away from an illness, Do'Shavir worked hard to support his family and even set up his own stall to sell wares on the side. Once he made enough money, he purchased his own sword, then set off into the world shortly after, promising to send letters and money back to his family. For several years, Do'Shavir found work in the Fighters Guild in Cyrodiil, and he was relatively happy. Eventually, however, he was blamed for an incident that wasn't his fault, and he had no choice but to leave the guild. He headed north into Skyrim and heard rumours about the Companions. He tracked them down to Whiterun and joined them, much to Vilkas' chagrin. Despite the general distrust of strangers they held towards him at first, he proved himself and is well liked within the Companions, even among the more disgruntled members. He kept his word about writing home, which he does often when he has the time.
𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬;
♘ Do'Shavir makes an appearance in my sequel fanfiction, Breathless, in Chapter 3, Missing. He also appears in the subsequent Chapter 4, The Hunt. ♘ While out for a job in Darkwater Crossing, Do'Shavir was kidnapped and taken to Helgen along with Ulfric and several Stormcloaks. He is traumatised by the destruction he witnessed there and has a fear of fire. ♘ Due to his experience at Helgen, he was sent out by Farengar to retrieve the Dragonstone at Bleak Falls Barrow, which he did successfully and brought back to him and Delphine. ♘ He still feels immense guilt over his youngest sister's death and often blame himself for her fate. ♘ In his flower crown, there's lavender, dragon's tongue, and tundra cotton. ♘ Do'Shavir is right-handed. ♘ His eyes are serpentine. ♘ He silently prays for those he has slaughtered, as he believes there was no choice. He wishes them safe passage to whatever afterlife they believe in. ♘ Some time before the events in Breathless, Do'Shavir and Agmaer banished the Pale Lady in Frostmere Crypt.
For information on other OCs, you can find them under Senu's Skyrim OCs!
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got laughed out of lizardman practice after someone recognized my First Act khopesh 💀 may Taghotl-Sin reduce my gay-ass life to ashes 🙄
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i finally got myself a physical copy of Solving Mysteries and Rewriting History! and its a lot smaller than i expected. i dont know why i thought itd be big but i just did
anyway i also finally read the whole thing instead of just the parts about Goldie, so here’s some stuff i wanted to make note of
- Scrooge sees a doctor named Dr. Quackenbush
- According to Webby, Scrooge regularly breaks into museums
- Scrooge about Webby: “Not sure where she came from”
- Scrooge invested in both the Titanic and the Hidenberg
- Scrooge says “I’ve spent long enough trying to make things right!” about his relationship with Donald lol
- Scrooge spent a summer “among the mermen of Bermuda” (not to be like sounds gay but. well)
- Duckburg origins: Fort Drake Borough in the 16th century when owned by the British. Renamed Fort Duckburg during the Revolutionary War.
- Scrooge used to store his money behind Mona Lisa paintings to the point where his office has 30 different Mona Lisa paintings
- Originally the Money Bin was gonna be surrounded by a moat filled with crocodiles but animal rights people protested him lolol
- Mallard Lake is a lake in Duckburg that Scrooge privately owns
- Scrooge specifically says he conned Granpappy Beagle out of the stolen deed to Duckburg
- Scrooge thinks he’s good-looking
- Scrooge about Webby “Not a member of the family, but sometimes I wish she were!”
- Scrooge listed a bunch of ways to enjoy dining out and one of them is two-for-one deals heheh
- Scrooge talks about Mount Neverest and once again says 75 years ago but it still doesn’t make sense chronologically. I mean he also lies CONSTANTLY in this book so. Yknow how it be.
- Scrooge had a very...interesting relationship with the Abominable Snowman. Named Archibald. They met in 1952 in the Arctic Circle and I think they’re fwbs
- Scrooge once ran a Northern Lights Tour business
- When Scrooge made his first million he bought himself a new tie.
- When Scrooge made his first billion he bought himself another hat.
- When Scrooge made his first trillion he took a 2 hour lunch break (and then took no lunch break the next day)
- When Scrooge made his first quadrillion he tried to get the government to make a quadrillion-dollar bill. They did not
- When Scrooge made his first “incredibillion” he rebuilt the Money Bin.
- To be clear I think all of these are blatant lies based on how he writes them
- Scrooge “Things I’m better at than Zeus” one of the options is “killing unkillable creatures”
- Scrooge claimed to be involved in the creation of this race: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monte_Carlo_Rally
- Scrooge was apparently rejected by this race: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_Yacht_Club so he started his own race called Scrooge’s Cup and no one else entered
- Scrooge lost this race: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daily_Mail_Trans-Atlantic_Air_Race
- Scrooge accidentally entered the first Tour de France on July 1, 1903. He wasn’t in the race, he was on a bicycle-built-for-two date and then racers sped past him and he joined in. His date did NOT like this and they had no second date
- Scrooge says Ronguay’s (which he misspells as Wronguay lol) Fountain of Youth is easy and cheap to get to. Which means he’s used it before!
- Scrooge talks about actively stealing from Demogorgana and Pandemonium but it’s fine, Goldie’s the thief
- Scrooge has won a bet against Old Man Time??
- Scrooge and Beakley met in 1968 (I thought it was earlier in the 60s lol)
- Scrooge helped finance the Wright Brothers
- List of some things in Scrooge’s garage: Triceratops skeleton Caveduck skeleton Chupacabra skeleton Stone Scrooge statue Gong of Pixiu Medua Gauntlet Cursed Chest of Captain Peghook, the Scourge of the River Styx The Deux Excalibur Saddle of the Headless Man-horse Jewel of Atlantis Druid Cup Khopesh of Toth-Ra
- Scrooge ancestors: 946: Eider McDuck 1057: Quackly McDuck 1066: Murdoch McDuck 1189: Stuft McDuck 1205: Roast McDuck 1220: Swamphole McDuck 1440: Black Donald McDuck (invented golf) 1500: Simon McDuck (stole Knight's Templar treasure 1675: McDucks lost their castle 1727: Seaform McDuck 1800s: Silas McDuck 1800s: Dirty Dungus McDuck 1800s: Fergus and Downey McDuck
- "If you aren't Clan McDuck, you can't wear Clan McDuck tartan. Period." i can’t believe scrooge adopted drake immediately before letting him wear his tartan
OK that’s everything I’m done now. Here’s some pics
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Beginnings
Song of the Seven Suns, Part 2
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(content warnings: violence, implied sex)
“So?”
“What?”
“You were making gay eyes at the guard. How’d it go?”
“I- Um. We’re gonna talk. Later.”
“Nice. Good for you.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“You’re welcome.”
Jetra smiled. A least Faulkron was quickly making friends. That would end up helping both of them. And honestly, what kind of bard would she be if she didn’t get her friends laid? Getting her new friend set up with somebody less than an hour after meeting said friend was a new record though, even for her.
As much as she enjoyed watching awkward gays at work, however, they had a purpose here other than flirting with cute mercenaries. Sighing and switching the subject to why they were actually here, she said, “Well, now that we’re here, we should see what trouble we can get into before the sun fully sets.”Seeing Faulkron’s reaction, she quickly amended her statement. “Metaphorically, that is.”
Faulkron chuckled a bit. “Hopefully it’s only metaphorical.” Then, he turned his amber eyes back towards the mercenaries, beginning to look around. “We should probably find whoever’s in charge first. Elikon, I think he mentioned?”
With eyes peeled for someone who looked important, the duo walked further into the compound. They could see mercenaries all around, some lounging, some sparring, some sitting intently around tables, planning jobs in hushed tones. Others were playing dice games or otherwise passing the time.
Jetra noted some other mercenaries around who looked promising. A particular halfling and dragonborn were sitting at a table, competitively playing cards. She made a mental note to talk to them later. She also noted a large wooden board, almost completely covered with papyrus scrolls nailed to its surface, likely detailing jobs and notices. Another thing to remember.
She was shaken from her scan of the place by Faulkron’s hand on her shoulder. She turned back to him, following where he was pointing with her eyes.
There in a small courtyard, in a pit of sand, stood 9 figures. The first 8 were standing in two rows, all of them standing dazed and sweaty. Standing in front of the two rows of exhausted trainees was a towering woman with a large spear in her hand. Her dark gray-brown skin was covered in white tattoos. The ones on her face were made like a stylized helmet, to match the gray mohawk that topped her head, as if it were the helmet’s crest. Jetra nodded her approval. Very cool. The woman watched as they approached, sizing them up as they got closer. When she spoke, her voice was rough and firm.
“Well, well, well. What’s this? Wait, hold on.”
She paused her regard of the newcomers to look at the trainees.
“Hey! You eight. You’re dismissed. Take a rest, get some water.”
While the trainees filed off to recover their strength, Faulkron walked forward, holding up a hand in greeting. “I’m Faulkron Rhodes, this is Jetra. Are you Elikon?”
The woman nodded, looking Faulkron and Jetra up and down. “In the flesh. What’s got you asking for me?”
Jetra had never really felt short before. She was happy with her height. However, given that Faulkron was nearly 6 foot, and Elikon was nearly 7 and a half, she was almost considering finding a box to stand on.
“We’ve come searching for opportunities. We were thinking about heading inland, most likely. We’d like to know of any offers, or jobs?”
“Hm. Well we’ve got a board up over by the barracks, you could look there. You’ll probably have better luck tomorrow though, new ones will probably be up by then, and I’m sure the best contracts from today have been taken already. You looking to join, or just here for the info?”
Faulkron bowed his head slightly as they began to back way. “We did not intend on joining, no. But thank you for your help.”
“Well that’s a shame. I could use a warrior like you... If you can back up all that muscle with skill, that is.”
Faulkron stopped.
“Are you insulting me?”
At his question, Elikon only crossed her arms and smirked. “Am I?”
Jetra watched as Faulkron’s eyes narrowed in response, and she suddenly was very glad she wasn’t standing on a box. It made it much easier to back the fuck away from whatever was about to happen.
So much for only metaphorical trouble. And this time it wasn’t even her fault. Which was, in itself, another record for the books.
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Elikon watched as Faulkron’s eyes narrowed in anger. She chuckled. “Don’t start this fight. I can spar ‘til dawn, and each mercenary here knows it, ‘cause they’ve seen it. I was only poking at ya. It ain’t worth the humiliation, kid.”
Faulkron felt his cheeks flush. He didn’t come here to fight, not technically. But he wasn’t gonna let this lady talk to him like that, no matter who she was. He’d take the challenge. And he definitely wasn’t gonna let her call him “kid”. Sure he was young for an elf, but not that young.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that at some point, most of the mercenaries had stopped their leisure activities to watch, and had even drawn a circle in the sand.
“I’m not a kid. And if you want to see skill, I’ll show you skill.”
Elikon chuckled. “Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She threw him a wooden sparring sword, taking a wooden version of her own weapon from a rack just outside the circle. Then, she quickly got back into a fighting stance. He tried to get into his own stance, but before he could, the butt of Elikon’s spear swung towards his temple. He managed to duck, leaping to the side and readying the blade.
Elikon laughed. “Not bad, not bad.”
Before she could go on the offensive again, he stepped forward, slashing downward with a heavy swing. It was powerful, enough to send sand spraying when it hit the ground rather than its target. Elikon was surprisingly nimble for such a large woman, and she had already sidestepped.
He turned back towards her, just in time to deflect away a jab with the spear and make a quick swing of his own. This one she simply knocked away with her gauntlet, before continuing her assault.
The fight went on, both fighters attacking back and forth, blow after blow. Faulkron could feel himself wearing out, but Elikon kept going, barely even winded. After quite a few minutes of intense sparring, Faulkron was panting, sweat pouring down his face. Thankfully, the sun had set, and it was cooling off now, but his muscles were aching, and the temperature wasn’t helping him much now.
He watched as Elikon stalked forward, spear held aloft. Before he could make another attack, she spun her weapon, aiming to slam the shaft into his side. Before the hit could land, however, he caught the spear, using his other hand to swing his sword forward with all his weight. She twisted to dodge, but she wasn’t fast enough, and blade cracked across her chest. Quite literally, cracked. Faulkron watched in shock as the other half of the sword fell to the ground, Elikon laughing all the while. There was no evidence, save the broken sword, that he’d even hit her at all.
“This skin’s tough, but that was a good one! I like the spirit.” He almost thought it was over, until his legs were swept from under him. He slammed onto his back, hard. Elikon just laughed again, before she offered a hand to help him up. Defeated and exhausted, he accepted. She pulled him to his feet easily, clapping him on the back. “You could use some training still, but you’ve definitely got skill. The offer to join up still stands, if you wanna think about it. You did well. Now go get some rest, and drink some water.”
As Faulkron made his way out of the courtyard with his wounded pride in tow, he saw Jetra talking to two more mercenaries, where it looked like they had been watching the fight. They were all sitting around a table with some game pieces scattered across it. Jetra stood as he approached, tossing him a cloth.
“If it makes you feel any better, it was at least one hell of a show.”
Faulkron sighed. “Not much, but thanks.” He turned to the other two people at the table. “Who are they?”
The first one stood on his chair at being mentioned, hands on his hips, bringing him to just about eye level.
“I’m Fuego Tamir. Sorcerer, assassin, and baddest bitch around. ‘Sup.”
Faulkron looked over Fuego. The halfling was dressed in dark robes with flame designs on it, and the chest and arms were open, showing off a startling amount of tattoos. The biggest one, right on the center of his chest, was a large stylized skull with “RUN” written beneath it, right between two small identical u-shaped scars just under his chest muscles. His hair was dyed a fiery red at the ends, and held up in a ponytail, shaved at the sides of his head to make room for more tattoos. He had a scimitar on his hip that also had crimson flame designs carved onto it.
“I’m Faulkron. And who are you?” He looked over to the blue dragonborn warrior who sat in the other chair. Her scales were a vibrant blue, but they were covered with various cloths that looked suited for desert travel. A khopesh hung off of their left hip.
“I am Shakari. You fought well, Faulkron.”
“Thanks.”
Jetra nodded. “They’re headed inland too. We were talking, and it looks they’ve both got experience with both magic and the blade. Figured they might join us. Could always use some extra swords.”
Faulkron nodded. “Ah, good idea. If you all don’t mind though, I’m going to go recover. Jetra?”
“I’ll see you in the morning. Come find me at the Spinning Compass, by the marketplace. We can devise a plan then.”
“See you then.”
Fuego called out as well. “When you need to find us, we’ll be here.”
Faulkron nodded in response. He eventually recollected himself, and began heading off to find some place to rest. Before he could leave the compound though, he was approached by Alejandro, who was smiling and holding two flasks.
“Hola! You did pretty good out there. I haven’t been here long, but it seemed you made a lot of good impressions. Most of the warriors that spar with Elikon last half the time you did.”
Faulkron faltered a bit, not expecting such immediate praise from Alejandro, or to be told he actually did well.
“Well, I’m sure you did really well too.”
“I’d like to say I did, but it wasn’t quite as spectacular as your fight.”
Alejandro paused a moment. “I’m sure Elikon told you drink water, would you like some?” he asked, holding out the other flask.
“Yeah, she did. Thank you.” Faulkron gladly accepted, gulping down the water. After he finished, he stood for a moment, unsure what to say next.
“I... you wanted to talk, right?”
Alejandro nodded. “Sí, I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere with less rules and less deadly weapons, and talk a while? Maybe have some drinks?”
“That... yes! It sounds good, yes.” Faulkron was starting to stumble over himself a bit, still a little tired and kind of in shock that this was happening at this specific moment.
“Good! Come then. If you haven’t already heard, the wine here is to die for. It’s one of the things I’ve got to give the company credit for, they did pick a good city for a bunch of thirsty mercenaries to revel in.”
With that, Faulkron followed Alejandro back to the pavilion in the marketplace he’d seen earlier, which was now far busier. They drank and talked for a while, and by the time midnight came around they were both grinning like idiots. They danced with the music as the night went on, occasionally bumping into each other or other dancers. Eventually, Faulkron stepped away from the pavilion a few paces, Alejandro just behind him.
Faulkron took a deep breath of the night air to clear his mind. He was far more relaxed now, and he was enjoying his night with Alejandro immensely. They had talked about a lot of things, from fighting to weapons to the ocean to the wine. Overall, it was going quite well. Suddenly, he had an idea. “Let’s go on a walk. It’s way too hot and loud here, and I’m sure it looks nice here at night.”
“I agree, it is perhaps a little crowded. And the city does look quite nice at night, though I’m not certain that it’d compare with what I’ve already seen.” Alejandro said it nonchalantly, but there was a flirtatious tone in his voice as he regarded Faulkron.
Faulkron could only hope Alejandro couldn’t tell how hard he was blushing.
Decision made, they began to walk off, snaking their way out of the crowded pavilion, through the marketplace and out into the silent torchlit streets.
They walked along for a while, enjoying the fresh air, the tapestry of shining stars in the clear night sky, and each other’s company, letting the effects of the wine trickle away.
Eventually, Faulkron turned to Alejandro. It was late, and he started to ramble on before he could stop himself.
“Okay, so I know it’s late so you should probably head back to the camp and sleep. I will be fine, because I’m elvish, but you need your sleep, you know? This has been fun, please don’t get me wrong, I really liked it, but I don’t wanna keep you up and-“
He was halted by Alejandro’s finger on his lips.
“Hush. It’s alright. I can sleep in. It isn’t that much of an issue. Plus, they don’t exactly allow swordplay in the compound barracks.” Alejandro winked at the word ‘swordplay’.
Faulkron felt his face flush again as he caught the meaning.
“Oh. Good point. Okay. Yeah. I mean, if you say so. Are you sure?” Faulkron laughed a little with nervousness. How in all the worlds is he still interested?
“I’m sure.”
Alejandro grinned, then slowly leaned forward, and placed a small kiss on Faulkron’s jaw. Faulkron felt it almost like a distant breeze, and his face got warm again.
Alejandro smiled at him again. “There’s more where that came from, you know.”
And Faulkron wasn’t about to say no to that.
With that, the two wandered off into the night.
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#Song of the Seven Suns#post 2#Corias#Leinos#Faulkron Rhodes#Jetra Avaki#Fuego Tamir#Shakari#goliath#fighter#d&d story#wip#violence cw#duel (kinda)#first date#if this counts#cw implied sex#queer characters#lgbtq+#btw yes#Fuego is trans#wasn’t sure how to describe it with just words but he is indeed trans#a short king#thanks for reading!
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SAY HELLO TO THE KHOPESH it's rules as a versatile and finesse slashing weapon that gives me advantage on disarming for stupid reasons. Has a real good divine/ancient aesthetic and I'm gay and I love it
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