#i love my boy....

[bosspigeon]

1, 2, 6, 9, 24, 25, 26, and 30 for pyre :3c

soooo im gonna put this under a cut bc its A Chunk Of Words and it's also kind of heavy in places, given Pyre's backstory is uuuuh not all that pleasant. CW for allusions to past slavery

1. What was your Tav’s place of birth and raising like?

Pyre was born in Thay to a succubus mother and an unknown father, and was abandoned fairly young. He was in his teens when he was sold to an Archmage, as demons and their ilk are typically seen as trophies and tools more than anything in Thay. His master was an older elf who was working to become a lich in order to maintain his wealth, knowledge, and standing eternally, without losing his mind in the process.

2. What relationship did your Tav have with their family/guardian(s) growing up? Has that changed with age?

He never really knew his "family," and his relationship with his master was essentially the only thing he knew for a very long time. His master was incredibly paranoid about all his secrets and arcane knowledge, and didn't trust having living servants in his manor. So, Pyre was tended to daily by an entourage of undead thralls. The ones who took care of him weren't able to speak, and he was never sure if they understood him beyond basic requests and commands, but he gave a few of them names and would have conversations with them when his master was busy with something else. It's why he's actually pretty chill with intelligent undead, even if he's got some complicated feelings about necromancy in general.

6. What is your Tav’s favourite childhood memory?

The first time he ever flew. He threw himself off a tower of his master's manor. He didn't get far before he was shot down, but for a brief moment he knew what freedom tasted like. It ended with his wings being removed, but he never forgot how incredible it felt in the moment, and he attributes that moment to his eventual escape. It was incredibly bittersweet, but he doesn't think he'd have survived what he went through without that memory buoying him.

9. What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers?

Tbh probably just traveling. He no longer considers himself a soldier, but he was still acting as a wandering mercenary more than anything. He was likely helping tiefling refugees in his own right.

24. What first impression does your Tav give off to strangers?

B....big. No, seriously, this man is enormous. He's like scraping 7 ft, and im not sure if im counting the horns or not bc im indecisive. He's also eerily quiet for how big he is and the armor he's wearing. Very much the typical strong, silent type that could crush your head like a soda can with his bare hands if pressed.

25. How does your Tav feel about what others think of them?

He Does Not Care <3 He stopped caring about that shit a long time ago, and tbh I think he feels all the freer for it. Too much f his life was lost being treated like a doll, carved and twisted into someone else's desired image, for him to give a single fuck about what someone else thinks about the man he made himself with fire and fury and bloody-mouthed determination.

26. Does your Tav have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

He's a fairly simple man, and he's also constantly on the move, so he tends to pack light and only necessities, but he's got a small book of poetry that has Seen Some Shit. it's one of the first things he ever bought for himself when he was free. It's thumbed through, the spine is broken, and there are pressed flowers between the pages.

30. What are your Tav’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

Tbh, I'm not sure about this one yet! He's been a wanderer for so long, he doesn't really know much else. I think he and Astarion would just wander together for a while, go adventuring. Pyre's dedication is more to his oath than to Selune, so he'd probably still feel the urge to go where he thinks he's needed, but I also think the both of them have earned the right to rest and just be safe.

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[sourkreem]

birthday hangout!! they went to jasons favourite shitty diner afterwards :)

not him eating a very sugary burger fondant cake

[ciearcab]

how do you live?

[suguruverse]

your personal space has never really truly been yours since you’ve started dating him. his muscled arm around your waist when you wake up in the morning, has become as familiar as the sunrise itself. it used to be cute, his warmth a cozy start to the day. but now, it's suffocating, like he can't bear to let you go, even in his sleep.

you shift carefully under his weight, not wanting to disturb his sleep. his breath keeping its steady rhythm against your neck, and you wonder if he dreams of you as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. he smiles in his sleep, a small, contented expression that almost makes you want to slip right back into his arms.

the sheets rustle softly as you slip out from his grip. you slowly tiptoe across your shared bedroom, craving the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy making coffee alone. the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen, and you lean against the counter, enjoying the quiet morning.

but as your coffee brews, a twinge of guilt creeps in and you can almost imagine when he'll wake up and wonder where you've gone. despite enjoying the well needed alone time, you knew the longing to be close to him will pull you back into his embrace sooner than you'd planned. almost as if in complete sync with your thoughts, you hear a mumble approaching the kitchen, and then his voice, thick with sleep, calling out softly,

"angel cmon back to bed with me, you know i don’t like sleeping without you"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo, nanami, bakugou, iwaizumi hajime (27) althetic trainer, oikawa, kuroo, geto, choso, yuji, midoriya

[emmeriex]

girls when they remember that sally named percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending and beryl named jason after a hero who died alone and unhappy to appease a wrathful goddess.

[mayomkun]

when your whole crew doesnt know a damn thing

[bajaja-blast]

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.

[mebssann]

Sir Pentious has my whole heart and he deserves nothing but good things for the rest of his (2nd) afterlife

[hansoeii]

the best person I know.

[koyuxim]

" Care to stay for a drink? " 🥂✨

[maigetheplatypus57]

Do you think Evbo learned how to do those jumps and thought "oh this is so sick what's the best way I can show off my parkour skills"

[kenchann]

alexa play im not okay by my chemical romance

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[nipuni]

Gallifrey

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on march 1st! 😊

[tazaryoot]

Flowers