#oc: Lysander

[seraphicghost]

my oc Lysander ! he's a messy vampire and you shouldn't ever trust him

[inkberrry]

Listen, Emmrich and Lysander exchanging grave gold has been rattling in my head lately. It's good.

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“Darling, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Lysander paused, the long, hollow needle he held halfway through a candle flame. It took on a red glow, the metal heating through. Sterilizing it, Emmrich knew. There were other ways, magics used to be certain all instruments were clean, but Lysander had no magic of his own. A flame must suffice. 

“I took all the required anatomy lectures.” Lysander blinked, owlish eyes bright. Nevermind that he’d admitted to Emmrich previously that he’d barely passed them, his skills in the Necropolis far from preparing the dead for their rests.      

After a quick inspection of the needle within the flame, Lysander pulled it away. The red glow faded almost instantly. Lysander turned back to Emmrich and tilted his head, a slow, confident smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Plus, I’ve pierced myself dozens of times.”

Well, that was certainly true. Emmrich’s gaze darted to the rows of golden studs and hoops in his ears, a few connected by lengths of chain. And then, traitorously, down past Lysander’s waist to where he knew another small, gold hoop rested against heated skin. 

While Emmrich wore his funerary gold on his fingers and wrists, Lysander favored it in his ears. A reminder, he’d told Emmrich, to listen to the whispers of the spirits. 

“Of course,” Emmrich conceded. “You’re right. I should not doubt you, my dear.”

That earned him another smile, this one pressing the spots of Lysander’s dimples deep into his cheeks. It was a welcome sight, as much as an intoxicating one. Emmrich settled back into the chair he’d been instructed to wait in, his eyes following Lysander’s careful movements. The younger Watcher set down a small tray on the table next to them, complete with one of the golden hoops from his ears, similarly cleaned and sterilized moments ago. 

Then Lysander slotted himself between Emmrich’s legs and cupped his jaw with a steady hand. “Stay still, Em,” he instructed, and Emmrich dared to disobey just long enough to lean forward and press his lips to Lysander’s. 

Lysander laughed and shook his head. “I mean it. If you don’t want this hole in your nose instead, please don’t move.” 

This time, Emmrich took the warning as seriously as it warranted. He held still, his breathing slow as Lysander leaned into him. The scent of metal and astringent washed over him, mixed with the lovely citrusy smell that clung to Lysander after a bath. He felt Lysander’s fingers on his ear, then before he had the chance to wonder how long it would take, the sharp bite of the needle. 

To his credit, Emmrich didn’t flinch. It was over quickly, and Lysander swapped the needle for the jewelry, sliding it into the freshly made hole and then securing it. The wound stung, but nothing worse than what he’d suffer on the battlefield. 

“There,” Lysander said, and instead of moving away, he seated himself in Emmrich’s lap. “Now I have some of your gold, and you have some of mine.”

Emmrich wrapped his arms around Lysander, ignoring the pain in his ear in favor of the warm pressure of Lysander’s body. He lifted his hand, where one simple, golden band rested around his index finger. 

“We do,” he agreed, and kissed Lysander’s knuckle, just above the ring he’d gifted him. “And we shall take them with us, in the end. A piece of you with me forever. I could never ask for anything more precious.” 

Lysander melted into the touch, and it was his turn to kiss Emmrich, this time with no threat of needing to remain still. 

[xviistrings]

the crow's nest.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Candle Store

Author’s note: More of Ramiel and Jophiel in Husbandry AU.

Summary: Ramiel and Jophiel wander into a Candle store

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add anything!

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Ramiel had noticed that they were running low on candles for the private shrine that the Primaris Marines have set up in their quarters. While he could go to the quarter master and request some candles, in exchange for work.

Another option could be to make the candles, but Jophiel had noticed what he was looking over and had said that one of the times that he had been going through Gannet Point, he had spotted a shop dedicated to selling a wide variety of candles.

Ramiel had pointed out to Jophiel that they would need to get local currency in order to buy candles from a baseline shop. Jophiel had grinned at him saying that some people had commissioned him for his embroidery and he'd gotten those commissions done.

He had gotten local currency, among other things, for the needle point work that he'd finished recently. Jophiel was happy to spend some of the local currency on candles. So the pair of them had made plans for during their time off to go to the candle store and check it out.

Ramiel really liked candles, they soft light they gave off, the flickering light that glowed softly in the darkness. The way that they illuminated something, without being overly bright.

The pair of Primaris Marines go to the Candle shop, it's only about a twenty minute power walk away from the Loyalist Base, and still is in Gannet Point.

After double checking, before heading out to the shop, it was rated Space Marines friendly and they headed into the store. It had wooden colored walls. It had a lot of different kinds of candles in glass containers with wooden tops.

Ramiel coughs a little at the strong scent that comes wafting, invading his nose and he quickly puts on his helmet in order to filter out the almost overwhelming smell of all the different kinds of scented candles.

He sees Jophiel stagger a little bit and his eyes water as he puts on his helmet and groans to Ramiel quietly that he might get a small headache from the overpower smell of the different candles.

Despite that minor hiccup, they look around the shop, there are a bunch of base line humans in the store, and some of them are in the candle shop uniform.

One of them is looking at the pair of Space Marines nervously- one of them going into the employees only section of the shop. Ramiel and Jophiel had noticed that, but were very happy to go through the various candles, lightly holding them and assessing the look, smell and quality of the candles.

Discussing the various pros and cons of the different candles, particularly the scented ones. They turn when they hear someone approach them and see a first born space marine in an Astartes-sized version of the candle shop uniform approach them.

He's heavily scarred and neither Jophiel or Ramiel can figure out which Chapter he's from. "Hello there brothers," The first born says slowly, a slight lisp, due to a scar that carves through his lips that has his face in a permanent sneer. "I see you are enjoying the shop. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh- we were just looking for some candles," Jophiel says, the more talktive and outgoing of the pair of Scout aged Primaris Marines cheerfully.

"I can recommend you some Astartes-tolerable scented candles, if you would like." The First born marine offers.

"That would be great," Jophiel says with bright smile.

"I go by Lysander," The First Born says. "Can I know your names?"

"I am Jophiel," Jophiel introduces, and waves a hand at Ramiel, "And this is Ramiel."

"It's nice to meet both of you," Lysander says, "Just as a reminder, little cousins, do you have local currency?"

"I do have local currency with me," Jophiel says as he pulls out a hand stitched and embroidered pouch that rustled with local currency in it.

Lysander nods and goes over the various options for candles that are Astartes-safe scented and they decide on half a dozen different candles. The expense for the hand crafted candles is a little surprising to Jophiel- but he's able to cover the bill with an easy smile.

The way that Ramiel had been like an kid in a candy story as they looked around the Candle store had been worth it, well worth it to see the happy expression on his often melancholic brother-cousin's face.

[phoenixflamme]

Wiedergeburt aus Blut und Asche

Passend zum baldigen Start meines Prosa-Projekts habe ich mir überlegt, dass ich hier schon mal die Webseite zur Verfügung stelle, damit man einen ersten Eindruck erhalten kann. Sollten Links nicht funktionieren, könnt ihr mich gerne informieren.

PS. Unter >Akte< gibt es bereits Spoiler zu den ersten Kapiteln. Wer diese nicht sehen möchte, sollte die Seite meiden.

Fun facts

• Wiedergeburt aus Blut und Asche hieß vorher, wie die Webseite verrät vorher Sea of Blood und sollte eine One Piece MMFF werden, die durch einen Fake Teaser entstanden ist. Nachdem ich aber einen Ort für einen meiner Oc's erfinden wollte, kam der Gedanke, daraus eine Prosa-MMFF zu gestalten.

• Da ich mir so viele Gedanken um die Weltstruktur gemacht habe, hatte ich letztlich keine Inspiration mehr eigene Rassen zu erstellen, sodass meine Oc (wenn sie nicht gerade Götter sind) völlig normale Menschen sind.

• Ich habe für alle vier HP's den 16 Persönlichkeiten-Test gemacht und habe bei allen von ihnen einen völlig anderen Typ erhalten, wie ich gedacht hatte.

• Die ersten vier Kapitel sind bereits fertig und warten nur darauf veröffentlicht zu werden. Was tatsächlich für mich völlig neu ist, da ich sonst nie weiß, wie ich starten soll.

• Dieses Projekt ist so ausgelegt, dass selbst, wenn es als MMFF scheitern sollte, weil die Erstellerlinge sich nicht mehr melden oder auch, wenn es keine große Anteilnahme geben sollte, weiter existieren kann und habe mir vorgenommen es auch dann weiterzuschreiben, wenn es schief geht. Einfach weil ich mir so viele Gedanken gemacht habe und nicht möchte, dass ein Projekt wieder scheitert, weil es Abmeldungen oder ähnliches gab.

• Die vielen NC's dienen genau für diesen Zweck, falls ich Notfalls die Gruppe vervollständigen muss und die Gruppe kann daher auch weiterhin bestehen, selbst, wenn ich nicht genügend Ocs bekommen sollte oder ähnliches.

• Vale und Nenesra sind zwei Ocs aus meiner abgebrochen MMFF und sollten anfangs gar nicht vorkommen. Nach einigen Überlegungen brauchte ich aber einen Vize, sodass ich Vale eingebaut habe und daher auch Nenesra eine zweite Chance gegeben wollte.

• Lysander sollte anfangs ein Krimineller werden, der mit Informationen handelt. Doch kaum hatte ich seinen Charakter und Details ausgearbeitet, wollte ich eine tiefere Verbindung zu ihm und der Königsfamilie. Als ich mich dazu entschlossen hatte, ihn zum Prinzen zu thronen, passte jedoch das Konzept mit dem Informanten nicht mehr und er wurde zum 'Tüftler'.

• Vexar existierte am Anfangs gar nicht, genauso wenig wie seine Rolle als Priester. Stattdessen war ein Doktor geplant, dessen Konzept schon am Anfang feststand - noch vor Mortalis. Tja, als ich aber die Götter ausgearbeitet hatte und ich den Kult der Schatten ins Leben gerufen hatte, wollte ich einen Priester erstellen und schon war Vexar geboren und das alte Konzept landete im Müll.

• Mortalis Charakter habe ich vier Mal angepasst. Von einem ruhigen Anführer, der mit kalter Kalkül durch das Leben geht und den nichts überraschen konnte, entstand Mortalis, die kleine Psycho-B**** mit einem Drang zum Wahn und einer gebrochenen Seele, die in Wahrheit einfach mal geknuddelt werden möchte und die allein keine 10 Minuten überleben würde.

[defira85]

THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM TODAY: I can't draw dragonborns. Maybe if I had more than 45 minutes per pic I'd manage better but my thumb hurts. I tried to do some stronger shadows and unnatural lighting shots this time to give myself more of a challenge after yesterday

I'm sorry to @tiefighter @anarchyinplasma @maeglinhiei and @memaidraws for inflicting my particular brand of creative violence on your children. I'm not sorry to @garret-spork because he did this to himself by handing me a dragonborn

[stagteeth-art]

[ reblogs <- likes | my art, please don't repost | linktree ] [they/them left, he/they right] My partner and I's fursonas, Hemlocke and Lysander on a little winter stroll, now that December has finally rolled in~

[nutmegpoid]

these two are older oc ideas i decided to revisit. Loosely (and i mean very loosely) based on alice in wonderland stuff like literally its just i named her alice and slapped a cat boy with her. His name is Lysander

[semi-good-wizard]

its been to long since ive drawn my boy! i keep forgetting to post my art.

anyway, this is a redraw of this drawing i did half a year ago apparently. it felt longer

[zigmatism]

Right I have other OCs I almost forgot

[flushwithdarlings]

my durge is my main bg3 char but I also have a tav who is a cleric of kelemvor and the itinerant mortician who prepared astarion's body for burial and carried out his funeral rites

it was kind of awkward when he ran into him again 200 years later

[inkberrry]

[SHOULDER KISS]Passion, desire: an intimate and sensual gesture - for your boys please

“Hold still a moment longer, dear. I’ve nearly finished.”

As was typical, Lysander continued to fidget. Emmrich tsked, and rapped the offending hand with the blunt end of the surgical needle he held.

“If you continue to squirm, darling, this may leave a blemish on your lovely skin. Now take a deep breath — yes, good. Exhale it out and — Yes! There we are. Good as new.”

Emmrich stepped back to admire his work. The gash on Lysander’s side, courtesy of a hurlock’s clawed gauntlet, was cleaned and neatly stitched closed. Already a bruise of deep purple smudged around it, and Emmrich found it a wonder that Lysander could move his torso at all. But that was what Lysander was; a wonder, dressed up in Watcher’s robes.

“Thanks, Em.” Lysander winced as he adjusted his position on the slab of stone. He looked down at his side, inspecting Emmrich’s stitching. He made a move to poke at it, but Emmrich caught his hand and directed it away with another click of his tongue.

“You’re a lot better at this than I am,” Lysander decided. “The stitching. I think I failed my practical on it, years ago. Kind of made a bit of a mess.”

“Well then it is a good thing you have me to look after you, isn’t it?”

Lysander looked up at him, his smile taking on that soft, dreamy look Emmrich so greedily desired. “A very good thing,” Lysander agreed. “The best thing, actually.”

Emmrich chuckled and stepped close to the stone slab again, positioning himself between Lysander’s knees. He traced a finger just beyond the edges of the bruise, and was rewarded with a bone deep shiver from Lysander.

“The best, hm?” Emmrich’s finger trailed up the side of Lysander’s body, admiring the way the muscles tensed and flexed and the skin rose into gooseflesh. The younger watcher was at once putty beneath his touch, as always, eager and receptive.

“Absolutely,” Lysander sighed. The odd silver of his eyes flared, and Emmrich knew he was seeing the deeper Fade around them. A trick of his, one that was endlessly fascinating. But right now, Emmrich wanted Lysander fully in the moment with him.

“Ah ah, my dear. None of that right now. Attention on me, please.”

Lysander, ever the attentive pupil, reigned in his sight and focused on Emmrich. The heat of his gaze burned through him, heavy with anticipation. Lysander reached for Emmrich’s waist, tugging him further between his legs until Emmrich met with the cold stone of the slab. From here he could feel the wave of warmth from Lysander’s body, bare from the waist up. Emmrich placed a palm on his chest, fingers pressing in just slightly. The beat of Lysander’s heart drummed on beneath his hand, steady and true. Alive, despite the efforts of so many.

He looked up to find Lysander watching him again, dimpled cheeks flushed pink. Such a pretty color, Emmrich mused. Possibly his new favorite.

“You flush so easily,” he said, and leaned in to press his lips — lightly, barely a brush — to the beginning of color low on Lysander’s throat. Another shiver from Lysander, paired this time with a slow, shuddering exhale. The familiar feel of Lysander’s fingers slipping through his hair caused Emmrich to lift his head, catching the way his partner’s lips parted invitingly.

Emmrich trailed his hand up and over Lysander’s chest. His fingers curled around his throat for an instant, eliciting a hushed moan from Lysander, before they settled at the base of his skull. He tilted Lysander’s head back, exposing the flushed expanse of his neck.

His kisses were still feather-soft, slow and languid as Emmrich savored the taste of Lysander’s skin. The pulse in his throat beat on, quickening with each renewed pass of Emmrich’s lips. Captivated by it, Emmrich ran his tongue along the vein, following it to where it buried too deeply to continue.

“Emmrich.” Lysander’s voice had turned needy, his legs curling around Emmrich’s thighs to pull him closer and keep him there.

“Yes, my beloved?”

Lysander couldn’t seem to find an answer, and instead simply breathed out his pleasure at Emmrich’s continued ministrations. The sound stirred at Emmrich’s own desire, steadily growing. He retraced his path along Lysander’s neck, then down again, ending at his broad shoulders. There were bruises there, too, older and faded. A pattern of greens and yellows that looked more like watercolors than wounds.

And again, Emmrich was stuck by what a wonder Lysander was. Hidden away in the Necropolis for so long, right beneath Emmrich’s nose. Now here, with him, wanting him. Loving him.

“Lay back, darling,” Emmrich requested, and Lysander moved without hesitation. Emmrich followed, and a sweep of his hand neatly cleared the slab but for their bodies. Lysander looked up at him, all soft smiles and parted lips, and Emmrich was captivated, enamored, and found.

[xviistrings]

an even better introduction to the crows nest

[dawnbreak81]

What if I be unhinged on the internet for the first time and make a tumblr post

because I'm actually going insane over @maehwajuuuu-chu's art of Lysander and now I wanna scream about him

[phoenixflamme]

[charcoalstardust]

forgot that i made this and put it on my pinned post a few days ago but here a post for it too