#illthdar seth

[guardians-of-las-vyxen]

It's been a minute since I've seen a picrew cross my dash so I found one myself!

I made a cartoon me!

And a Vyxen from the Illthdar book series!

Make yourself and your favorite character/OC! (if you want!)

Tagging~

@jesseoftheorder @illthdar @silver-wield @otomelavenderhaze @oarliy @chiptunecookie @raemina-gaurdian-of-the-night

and anyone else who see's this and would like to do it. And oomph, it's been awhile since tagged people so if you'd like me to not tag you in my nonsense anymore, let me know. If you would like to be included in my nonsense, also let me. Always looking for more people to fling picrews and weirdness on. xD

[illthdar]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! :P Which OC has a hard time sleeping before big events? Bonus: what sort of events keep them up?

Thanks for the ask!

When it comes to special events, no one gets more excited than Vyxen. If she's not taking part, she lives vicariously through her friends.

When it comes to sleep in general, though, that problem is something Seth deals with due to the PTSD he got when he arrived on Illthdar - nightmares with replicating themes are a constant bedfellow.

[whimsicallytwisted]

Happy STS! Can you list 5 soft things your OCs do? (i'm chauceryfairytales!)

Happy STS! And thank you!

Let’s go with the Legendary Seth from Kerridon for soft things.

1) Stays up late when his friends are on missions to make sure they come home ok.

2) Will show up (even in places he’s technically not allowed to be) with food or cards when he knows a friend is having a rough time.

3) Calls in favors to get toys made for refugee children in Argus’ care

4) Needs to pet every animal he comes across

5) Has a plush cloud that was given to him as a joke, but he likes it and still keeps it.

[illthdar]

Honestly sounds like a dialogue snip from the guys.

"him."

"ah, there he is."

"that motherfucker."

"what a tool."

@incorrect-illthdar

[silver-wields-a-pen]

Nyima, Vyxen, Abaddon, Zercey, Scyanatha, Imogen

I found a picrew.me with blue skin so I had to make the whole illthdar team. Boys to follow cause pic limit

[silver-wield]

The festival of the hunt isn’t an ordinary scavenger hunt.

[guardians-of-las-vyxen]

A Rainbow of OCs Part II

Inari, The High Elders and some of my favorite boys from the series Illthdar - Guardians of Las! It’s one of my absolute favorite stories and if you like fantasy I highly recommend checking it out!

Keep updated on the book and it’s release date over here -> @illthdar

A Rainbow of OCs Part 1 is Here

[silver-wields-a-pen]

@illthdar Seth jokes after the red riding hood incident

A naked man walks into a tailor’s shop. The tailor screams at him. “Hey, get out of my store! You can’t come in here like that." 

The man replies, "awww, c'mon dude….cut me some slacks.”

[illthdar]

Happy STS!! What food is your OC's favorite? Which food would they absolutely never eat in a million years?

Thanks for the ask!

Seth was born into a Jewish-Muslim household and ended up stuck on Illthdar when he was a preteen. Due to the sheer difference in animals between the worlds, he's taken a novel approach to keeping kosher/halal - basically, his rule is that it can't look like it was a pig.

That said, there is a lot of things that don't look like a pig, and some of those on Illthdar need to be approached with caution, too. Like the quiche at the Aliwifery tavern.

As for his favourite foods, Seth loves spice and lives for anything that reminds him of curry.

[silver-wields-a-pen]

Thaw: Chapter 35 extract

I think I’m one chapter away from finishing and then it’s cracking on with Brotherhood! I’m so excited!!

“Nobody can catch me!” She away across the deck, avoiding sailors and companions.

Zercey shook her head and laughed.

“You know she didn’t care, right?” A chuckling Seth watched Vyxen’s madcap antics with amusement. “She knew something was wrong, so she’s playing around.”

“Yeah, I know,” Zercey replied. She looked up at Seth. “Of everyone, I think you’re the one no one likes seeing upset.”

Seth put his hands on his hips and blustered, “You saying I’m soft?”

Zercey confirmed. “Like a marshmallow.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Seth rolled his shoulders. “Three.”

“Why are you counting?” Zercey’s grin was stiff.

“Two.”

“I take it back.” She waved her hands in front of herself. “You don’t need to do any––”

“One.”

“Vyxen, save me!” Zercey dashed away before Seth could catch her.

“You two are toast!” He laughed and ran after them.

@guardians-of-las-vyxen @rae-writes-the-thing @illthdar

[incorrect-illthdar]

Seth: Is that blood?

Tundra: No?

Seth: That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question!

[illthdar]

This is basically Seth's ageing theory.

Wait a minute if elves take a hundred years to grow up that has some weird implications.

So… if we say a human comes of age in fantasy worlds at 16, that means it takes an elf 6.25 years to age one human year. If we say the age of maturity is 18 that’s 5.55 years.

So then… okay with people that live a long time have to see their human friends die and probably see them like pets yeah that’s been explored to death. But what about a human just seeing their friend not grow up?

An elf toddler and a human toddler become friends at a playdate. At the time the human is two and the elf is 13. Emotionally the elf is just a little older than the human. But then the human grows up. He grows up and as he grows up his friend doesn’t. Not much, anyways.

She’s still sucking her thumb and throwing tantrums the entire time that he grows up. When he reaches the age where he’d choose a trade or go to an academy he’s earning extra money by babysitting her. During his initiation into adulthood on his 18th birthday she’s there with her parents holding a stuffed animal. Later that afternoon he sees her being shown some colorful flashcards with letters of the elvish alphabet on it by her father.

The human gets older. He learns how to fight, he goes from town to town getting work. At some point he joins the army. Every time he visits his hometown he has at least one more scar and by the time he’s 30 and the elf girl is mentally seven by human standards she starts to understand that something is wrong. Even after he settles down to be a home maker for the local blacksmith something feels wrong.

And she watches him grow old. When she’s in her 80s she babysits his grandchildren for extra cash after school, coming over in her school robes and ruffling his hair. She doesn’t remember why she became friends with this human or when but a strange sense of jealousy fills her heart.

Now she realizes it. She realizes it too late, on the day her friend learns that he is dying. The first day of her 100th year and the start of his last. Humans’ lifetimes may only last for the childhood of an elf if they’re lucky, but they learn so fast. They do so much. They cram their days full of love and hate and learning and wonder.

He knew this was coming. He knew all of this decades before she did, because elves are slow. Not stupid, certainly not stupid, but very very slow. She holds her old friend’s hand as he lays down on his bed. A man that has led such an ordinary life but feels so extraordinary to her. Because he has always, always been there and now he just won’t. Because in her eyes he became so wise so fast and now he’s just gonna be gone.

On an elf’s 100th birthday they are allowed to choose a new name for themselves. It can be important, or not. Usually it will follow them until the end of time. She stands in front of her family’s elders and is asked what name she will be called from now on.

She names herself after him.

[silver-wield]

Too Hot To Handle

The super awesome https://tiravi.tumblr.com/ made me some gorgeous couples art for my ships and I wanted to do a written piece to go with them, so reposting the arts -- with @tiravi‘s permission cause she’s awesome -- and enjoy the smol thing I did to go with ^=^  The other couple’s arts I’ve got are also gonna get shorts so be on the lookout for those too cause super cute art + ideas = super cute stuff ^=^ Characters are part of the Guardians of Las series by @illthdar

“Here you go, my love. I hope you get the results you're after.”

Scyanatha Dubhgelach smiled saucily, as the vendor held out a woven bag. “I have no doubt,” she replied, winking a ruby coloured eye.

The bag swung from her wrist with jaunty glee as she made her way through Las market, her tall, pale figure cutting an easy path through the other shoppers and Guardians on patrol. She waved to a couple of friends, shaking her head and holding up the bag as an explanation when they tried to call her over. She was on a different kind of mission.

“Hmm, too obvious?” She questioned the décor critically. As a newly promoted General, she had her own private quarters, which she'd dressed in rich, draping fabrics. Heavy, red velvet and orange, beaded silks hung over her bed, creating an intimate atmosphere. The curtains were drawn and candles were lit on a good number of surfaces, but not all. Scy wanted options, besides the bed, and accidentally getting hot wax on one's tush at a key moment wasn't fun.

The outfit she'd bought was put on with much satisfaction. The black lace bra and panties highlighted her paleness and offset her firey, blood-red hair, which tumbled down over her shoulders and curled into the small of her back, brushing against the waistband of the suspender belt she wore. Sheer, black stockings were teamed with glossy high heels, that would put her inches above her lover, Seth Stormbringer. Both were six-foot, but Scyanatha felt more powerful and sexy with them on. With a sheer, black wrap about her shoulders, she went and poured two glasses of wine and left them by the bed. Then waited.

“Scy?” A gentle tap had her waking in an instant. She blinked, frowning at how low the candles burned.

“You are late,” she said, letting him in.

“I know, sorry. I knocked on Tabitha's door by accident and, you know, once she starts lecturing she – holy shit!” Seth turned to look at Scy and his jaw dropped.

Though she was irritated he forgot where her room was, she was pleased with his reaction. And further pleased as she sashayed towards him and brazenly placed her hand over his groin. “I'm very cross with you,” she purred, putting her other hand on his chest and pushing.

Seth willingly backed up, stripping out of his shirt on the way. “I know. I'm really sorry,” he said, failing to sound sincere. His cheeks filled with colour and he puffed out a breath, as Scy's delicate hand fondled with a level of skill that could only come from centuries of experience. “I'll never do it again?” he said, voicing rising up at the end in a question.

“You had best not,” she replied, a coy smile playing about her lips. “I might not be so understanding next time.” She gave Seth a little push and he landed on the bed.

“I can make it up to you?” He leant back and Scy straddled his lap.

“I think that's a wonderful idea,” she murmured in a  bewitching voice, sliding her hands up over his muscled torso, smiling like the cat who got the cream.

[illthdar]

30 Days of Character Facts

Day 8

Seth is a designated sunshine baby in the Illthdar series because his character is representing several minorities who are often demonised and portrayed poorly. He’s a black, bi-sexual, Jewish/Muslim, immigrant/refugee to Illthdar who suffers from PTSD.

[silver-wields-a-pen]

You can feel Tundra freaking out from here

Seth: fist me

Tundra: I- what the fuck?!

Seth: [holds out fist for a fist bump]

Tundra: right. that’s what you- right, okay. God, Jesus fucking Chr-

[silver-wields-a-pen]

“I promise I won't get into any trouble, if that'll make you feel better. I broke that habit ages ago, too, you know.”

“You were pulled in to see the High Priestess for the Order,” she pointed out, long ears twitching with triumph. “How is that not getting into trouble?!”

“Uhh,” he paused and scratched the back of his neck. “Technically – ”

“Don't 'technically' me. You were!” She wagged a finger at him.

“Technically, that was more Date's fault than mine. I was there only because he came and got me.” If he was in trouble, then Date was coming along with him.

“That Toshiiro!” Queline grumbled, panic abating at the news. “Uwe should have him plucked like a chicken for all of the times he's gotten you and the others into trouble.”

Seth chuckled. “He always meant well, and he did this time, too. They needed me there. He wouldn't have brought me along if he didn't think so.” He concluded his defense with, “That's one great thing about Date: he knows the strengths, value and potential of people around him.”

Defeated, Queline sighed and shook her head. “Just, don't get in too deep, Seth, okay? It was too much work chasing you down to get you here; I don't want to see that go to waste.” She always fell back on that when she was at a loss of what to say.

Poor woman. Queline was the closest thing he had to family, besides his teammates. She took a great deal of personal responsibility for him, even now he was a grown man of nineteen. Queline and Bracken were great inspirations to him, and the main motivators on why he chose to join the Order. More than anything, he wanted to make them proud.

“And it won't,” he reassured, feeling a bit like a spectacle. A large fellow like himself getting the grilling of his life by a talking bunny was something worth staring at, no matter how much he would have liked to have avoided it. “I don't even think Chiyoko was really that mad. We got off with just writing letters. That's one of the mildest punishments to date.” The only time he felt more ridiculous was when he was first given Adil – small as the p’ake was at the time. It looked like a sentient marshmallow. Granted, he wasn't nearly as bulky back in those days, but he was always tall for his age and he had been hoping for something a bit more intimidating.