#joldren

[crow-posting]

There used to be a Jolyon Till Lore master post floating around, but I've lost track of it so I'm making my own. Tagging @purplegalaxy99 ✨

Edit: master post has been found! Thank you @thefirstknife

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Jolyon Till was the friend and partner of Uldren Sov, and a current acquaintance of Crow. He is described as tall, with "narrow intelligent eyes" and blue skin, and was perceived as "happy-go-lucky" before Uldren's downfall. He is known for his skills as a Crow (Awoken intelligence) and a sniper, though he also works as a scout.

Note: though the nature of his relationship with Uldren isn't explicitly stated, it is generally interpreted as romantic, the same way Osiris and Saint-14's relationship was interpreted before being officially confirmed.

Jolyon is mostly known for breaching the Black Garden alongside Uldren [The Forsaken Prince], but he also created the Lord of Wolves shotgun. His signature weapon is the Supremacy, a rapid-fire sniper rifle; his secondary weapon, like all other scouts, is a Vestian Dynasty sidearm.

Not much is known about Jolyon's personal life, though Uldren knew "everything about him." He knew someone named Laviska [1] and attended the same combat academy as Uldren [2], and is known to be rational, but it is unknown whether he is a Distributary Awoken or has any family or loved ones besides the Sovs.

Like Petra and the Techeuns, he can travel to / from / around the Dreaming City but is not tied to its curse. Whether this is because he didn't die during the curse's activation (like Amrita did), or simply due to the inconsistencies within the curse lore, is currently unknown.

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Edit:

Jolyon has been mentioned twice in-game: first in this memory from Haunted, then in this radio message from Wish.

(Thanks @theforsakenprince for the addition!)

Editing this for future readers, link to better version is also in the comments.

[eldritchbooky]

jolyon till the rachis following uldren into the black garden

[florid-corvid]

there’s nothing quite like a sniper x spotter ship bro. might be my favorite trope

looking at you jolyon till and uldren sov

[theknightartorias]

a beautiful jolyon/uldren piece i commissioned from @purpleorange 💞

[jadevalentine-writes]

I'll be traveling for work for the next two weeks. Although I'm always busy, I try to relax at least an hour each night by doing something other than work as well as use outside work hours plane/airport time to write. With that being said, I should hopefully finish up the final chapter of Wild Hunt during thacrt time.

As promised, I wanted to have a poll to see what to write next!

If anyone has any additional ideas, don't hesitate to comment, ask, or message me. :)

Most Dangerous Things to Love: I already gave a rough outline of this fic in this ask.

Bait and Snare: This is part of the Wild Hunt universe and will act (for now) as a direct sequel. No spoilers for the end of Wild Hunt, so I'll just say Jolyon helps Crow seek revenge. :D

Post Final Shape Crowlyon: No spoilers for those who have not finished The Final Shape campaign but this fic would focus on the aftermath of it, specifically with Crow and Jolyon.

Intimate Fluff Fic: Would probably be the first of many intimate fluffs as Crow and Jolyon navigate their newfound relationship. Lots of trauma processing for our boy, Crow!

[confusedlucifer]

oldie but i am no less insane about them to this day

[h3xxthev3xx]

Been onna 'I wanna draw kissu' lately with valentines day around the corner so have some recent pieces with:

Magnus & Hul / Jolyon & Uldren

[jolyontill-therachis]

Uldren Sov : You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Jolyon Till: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Uldren Sov : Absolutely not.

[prince--ofnothing]

"You're a lot like your sister," Jolyon sighs, "except that when she plays dirty, she doesn't smile so big."

"I got all the charm in the family."

[screebyy]

A fine secret to share and never speak out loud

[feiofthefae]

me: "I don't care about ships. It's whatever."

me: sees SkyStar, immediately reblogs it

[godhatesrobyn]

I miss jolyon till sm

[florid-corvid]

if someone would make a two birds - regina spektor pmv animatic whateva with jolyon till and uldren sov my heart would be so full and my crops would be eternally watered from my tears

[telestoapologist]

Ask game

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hallowed be thy ween🔞 // 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!

4. What general Spicy Headcanons do you have?

Immaru knows plenty of dirty shit, but I think if you got him in bed for a more "heartfelt" experience, he'd be a deer in the headlights or just really uncomfortable. I also don't picture him being the real vocal type unless you do something that really gets to him.

Safiyah definitely made Zavala moan and whimper. She could absolutely turn that man into a puddle at her touch if she wanted.

Kridis's affections for Eramis were probably one-sided and I can imagine she probably shamefully whacked off to her once or twice.

5. Are your Guardians Sexually active?

Canonically, Reef's more sexually active than Sundog tbh (which isn't a lot tbh); Sunny because, again, they're worried about attachments, as well as their own performances. I can't help but wonder if their work keeps them too busy, too, to where they're just too burnt out or sad some of the time sdfgsgfd.

6. Do you have any pairings or ships, both Canon or not?

dude i'm ngl i love all the canon pairings. they're sooo good. here's the non-canon ships i also like though:

drifteris / driftspider / drifthool

eris/ikora

osiris/rohan

saint/misraaks

joldren (? i think this one is implied to be canon but i'm also not sure)

young wolf x crow

candal

eris/drifter/elsie polycule

glint/immaru

ghost/fynch

calus/young wolf warlock

amanda/niik

crode

my friends ocs x their pookies

me x caiatllllll :3

[jadevalentine-writes]

WIP Wednesday - Wild Hunt: Chapter 7 Preview

Takes place immediately after Chapter 6! @subtlybrilliant and @everythingididididforher, enjoy!

He was in the Garden. He knew because of the way his senses were being assaulted. 

The air tasted sour but stunk of rotten fruit, pungent with the smell of decay. He could feel the humidity on his skin, seeping between layers of armor to cover him with a sticky feeling he’d be scrubbing off for months to come. His eyes and throat burned from the spores and the pollen that was kicked up in his wake. All around him was the sound of rain pounding. 

And of Uldren calling his name. 

“Jolyon! This way!”

“Uldren!” Jolyon cleared his throat against the spores and humidity, his vocal cords rusty around his name. “Wait up!” 

The prince waded through waist high reeds, his hair stuck to his face, the hood of his cloak long ago soaked through. Jolyon could almost make out the sound of mud sucking at Uldren’s boots as the prince marched forward. 

Jolyon ran, but could not catch up. 

He fell multiple times, splashing in mud and disrupting the reeds, glittering metallic spores spawning in response. His boots were soaked, his hands caked in soil that glistened like circuit boards. On some distant level he knew he was cold, but the need to reach Uldren outweighed his discomfort. 

Uldren turned and stopped. Even in the pouring rain, he took the time to prop his fists on his hips. 

“Never knew you were so slow!” Uldren called, though Jolyon did not remember his lips moving. It was like his words were projected straight into Jolyon’s head. 

Jolyon growled, Uldren’s petulance spurring him forward faster. 

And then he was next to Uldren, bent double with his hands on his knees as he heaved in air that burned his throat.

“Slow poke,” Uldren teased and Jolyon could not help but smile. “And still too late.”

Jolyon looked up and met Uldren’s sad smile. He did not notice the vines until they were past Uldren’s waist. 

“It’s okay,” Uldren soothed as Jolyon started to pull frantically at the vines without success, the rain and the smooth surface causing them to slip between his hands. With a curse he pulled the knife from his thigh holster. 

“Jolyon,” Uldren said softly as Jolyon slashed at the vines only to have them split and grow at twice the rate. They already encircled his chest and were quickly climbing to his shoulders. 

No matter what Jolyon did, he could not keep up. 

“Jolyon.” Uldren’s hands found Jolyon’s and stilled them. 

Jolyon stopped, his chest heaving with the knife loose in his hand. As he stared at Uldren’s face, at his beautiful golden eyes, he saw vines creep up Uldren’s neck in his periphery. 

Uldren brought his hands up to either side of Jolyon’s face and cupped it gently. 

“Jolyon.” Crow rubbed his thumbs over Jolyon’s cheekbones. “It’s time to let go.” 

Jolyon tilted his head in question, and then it hit him. 

“Uldren, no-!”

But it was too late. Uldren was pushing him away, and he was falling backwards. 

Everything happened in slow motion. The vines enclosing around Uldren’s throat, his mouth, his eyes. Jolyon falling, his arms flailing, his knife flinging out of his grip to land in the reeds, lost to time. He was helpless as Uldren was overtaken, over-run, consumed by the Garden. 

Jolyon landed on his back in the reeds, the air knocking out of his lungs. He wheezed as his body sunk into the mud. He felt himself sink lower as though the Garden was trying to absorb him. He stared blankly up at the blue-green sky, unwilling to look at what Uldren had become.  

The rain had stopped, at least. 

Then he felt the vines start to creep up his legs. And his arms. 

He did not struggle. Instead, he closed his eyes.

And he let go.

[marictheirins]

dont look at me dont talk to me dont unless its about joldren