#treabhor

[sleidog]

we ran a little DnD-esque oneshot last night with our guild and it was a blast! it was entirely written from the ground up as a homebrew, taking a lot of the mechanics from GW2 and translating them into a tabletop setting our party managed to: spend almost 2 hours in the starting area interrogating people [and possibly taking a sip of blood samples] sitting on a distraught/injured courtier until they calmed down enough to tell them all what was going on our resident charr rolled a nat one and shot herself in the face after her target ducked and her bullet ricocheted our buff blue boi attempted to drag the big boss down from pulling off his ultimate attack, but instead slipped on his silky robes and landed flat on his face in front of him and our funky little necromancer in the hood basically carried the party with so many boons 😂 but probably 70% of the damage to one of the bosses was done by our charr friend when she could land the shot, including one shot dealing a whopping 22,000 damage [which would have almost one shot any of the party members at that point if it had ricochet and hit them 😂]

[ecunderbase]

(suddenly remembers to post my gw2 artfight attacks)

my girl, Crush, and @sleidog's Teodor are going to achieve liftoff. any second now. trust me..

(and a little bonus commentary, courtesy of Crush's older sibling, Tangk, and @shroomlet's Treabhor)

[shroomlet]

I'm stu all i think about is that mushroom

art tag: #stu-art

Commission info

Bluesky (18+ nsfw art)

pillowfort (also 18+ nsfw)

toyhouse (character info stuff! some characters have 18+ artwork)

@sleidog is my fiance c:

Most of my socials lean 18+ kink friendly but I label whenever I can, FUB free (follow/unfollow/block, I do not mind! Take care!! 🦭💜)

Character list under read more! the ones with color names are my favorites !

Stiubhart:

He/They - Mushroom Scourge [toyhouse] [tag]

Sinigh:

He/Him - dadbod spellbreaker/willbender [toyhouse] [tag]

Treabhor:

He/Him - edgelord deadeye [toyhouse] [tag]

Creadha:

he/they - nightmare court earl elementalist who melts gold on people [toyhouse] [tag]

Destrey Reeves:

He/Him - former commander, bastard chronomancer [toyhouse] [tag]

Molltaire:

any pronouns - Nightmare spy scourge [toyhouse] [tag]

Cairdiul:

he/him (changes pronouns when useful) - terrible jester mirage [toyhouse] [tag]

Blaise Eggsnatcher:

any pronouns - funni stoner charr ranger [toyhouse] [tag]

Horux:

he/him - bastard asuran politician elementalist [toyhouse] [tag]

[sleidog]

I DID IT, VOICES FOR MY BOYS [and one of @shroomlet's boys because there was no way i was separating them

were these voices the ones you expected, or was there any surprises?

[sleidog]

🖊️🖊️🖊️

3 pens, so you get the 3 merry dudes [even though one of them isn't mine, we basically have joint custody of all of our characters at this point] you get a lil fic passage featuring mostly Slei and Teo and a lil bit of Treab towards the end this leads off of the last ask where Slei was shoved into the vigil to work instead of being executed by the lionguard for a crime he didn't commit

Pale mother, the barrels Teo was hiding in stank. The red sylvari peeks through a hole he drilled into the side of the barrel, peering around as he saw the last guard yawn, asking for his break. When the coast is clear he makes for the shadows, sneaking about in search for his former partner in crime. “Come on, I know you’re around here…” He sure hopes he wasn’t in the barracks. There were too many eyes for him to have a proper chat with Slei. Doesn’t help that he now has a bounty on his head, which likely meant that his dear Slei might have squealed, but he doesn’t blame him. He doesn’t believe the crime suited him anyway.

Finally, he spots his brightly colored friend, alone as well. It seems the Vigil needed him for custodial services as the poor thing scrubbed the grimy floors with little success. Glancing around to make sure there was no one else to interfere, he made his move, announcing his arrival. “Helloooo~ long time no see, Slei.” He poses against the doorframe, eager to bring some cheer to his likely upset friend. 

Slei almost can’t believe his eyes, the mop in his hands dropping to the floor with a clatter. “You got five seconds to explain yourself.” A rare sight, Slei looks utterly furious with the vine-haired sylvari before him, if he doesn’t explain himself quickly, Slei looks like he’s going to punch him square in the face.

Teo blinks for a few moments. This doesn’t feel as sexy as he thought this would turn out. “Well, I wanted to bring you some snacks and gifts, cause from what I heard, the Vigil mess halls aren’t known for their cuisine.” He reveals a basket of food out of nowhere, though he starts to put it aside because he does not like the pace at which Slei is stalking towards him. “If you’re angry at me, they’re after me as well, so we’re even.” he shrugs. What’s done is done. Teo could be angry at him for slaughtering a bunch of innocents and pulling him into his mess, but he never liked keeping grudges. After all, they’re both in legal hot water, it’d be more bearable together.

“You ain’t facing a life sentence!” Slei makes a swing at him, clearly he wasn’t up for discussing the particulars. “You fuckin’ killed people!” The next swing he takes at Teo glances off his cheek, making an audible crunch. It’s hard enough to knock the red sylvari onto his back, Slei going after him and pinning him by sitting on his torso. “I don’t need your pity party…” He growls at him, a fist pulled back ready to strike him again. 

Teo cries out after being struck, arms moving up to protect his face. “What the fuck are you talking about!? I didn’t do nothing!” This is going horrifically wrong, where could he possibly get that idea? “Get off me, you animal!” He tries to shove and kick Slei off of him to no avail, and he feels no choice but to fight back, grabbing at his hair and eventually throwing punches of his own.

Amazingly they don’t attract any further attention with their kicking and screaming at each other, Slei is almost about to pull his vines off, when he stops to think about what he said. “Hold up. You didn’t? Swear on pale mother?” Slei stares him down, swapping to holding his collar instead of his hair which has already cut up one of his palms. He stands, backing off, yet still holding Teo at an arm's length from himself. 

“I didn’t, oh mother, my face… ” He’s almost tearing up, less from the pain, and more that he can feel the broken bark marring his cheek. 

“You better hope you’re tellin’ the truth.” Slei finally eases up on him, reluctantly releasing the collar of his armour. He steps back, pulling up a stray stool to sit on, this was all a bit too much too quickly and he can feel the adrenaline pounding in his ears. 

Teo takes a few breaths, trying to calm himself down and soothe the ache on his face. “I forgot how hard you hit, that hurt almost as much as you even thinking I would do something like that.” His frown distorted his handsome looks even more than his wounded cheek. “Would someone who blamed you bring you a basket of expensive treats? I think not.” They cost him a fortune. There was some fancy imported chocolates in there, and he’s very lucky it wasn’t ruined in their scuffle. “Even Treabhair was worried for you.”

Slei rubs the back of his head, settling the absolute tangled mess of ferns after their tussle. “So, you’re tellin’ me someone framed all of us?” He finds it hard to believe, he doesn’t recall anyone else being in on their plans, unless one of the twins bragged about it too loudly, but even then it would have been difficult to plan from the outside. He sighs loudly holding up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine- I believe you. For now- But you’re gonna have to testify if we ever want to be off the legal hitlist again, you got that?” He sounds serious, more so than he would usually.

Teo seems to relax now that he’s sure Slei won’t bash his face in again. He still feels grumpy though. “You ruined my face. You’re so mean sometimes.” He crosses his arms. Teo was happy with everything else, but his face was sacred. “Apologise for my face, please. Then I’ll testify.”

Slei rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “You want me to fuckin’ kiss it better? I’m sorry, alright?” He has quite the pout, though it’s genuine and not forced. He doesn’t need to wait for an answer, he knows Teo well enough. He pushes himself up from his stool, and reaches out carefully to touch his face. “...Yeah ouch, sorry, Teo…” He gently tries to help, but figures this kind of wound is best left to heal on its own. He does keep to his word though, offering a kiss where he wasn’t quite so splintered.

That quickly turns Teo’s frown upside down. He almost wants more, resting his arms around Slei’s shoulders. “I’d love to do some make-up fucking right now, but I feel like if we get caught we’re both getting executed. I’ll save it for later.” Teo pats him on the head to tease him, but seeing the big lug frown, he couldn't help but give a quick peck to his lips. “I better go turn myself in and get my ‘official’ telling off, I’ll see you later, please make sure they don't chop my head off.” He moves away from him, a visible hop in his step as he makes his way to the barracks, only to be roughly turned by Slei to the opposite direction, and told to go to Laranthir instead.

As Slei watches Teo skip away to Laranthir’s office, another figure emerges from the shadows, Teo’s pod brother. “You are lucky. If you made another misstep I would have cut you down like you deserved.” Treabhair walks past him, following after Teo. “I will turn myself in as well, for his sake. Don’t strike him again.” He gives Slei a glare before leaving, a warning, but the fact that he was going to do the same does speak volumes about his own innocence.

“Yeah, I said sorry, lots of times. Thanks…” He wants to call him a killjoy, he wants to mutter it under his breath, but now wasn’t the time. Instead, he watches a tired Laranthir emerge from his office, bewildered at having to deal with two more sylvari, but this time as willing captives. Laranthir shoots him a single glance before carting them both away, a look of confusion, indeed. Slei, on the other hand, finishes up what he was tasked with before he heads back to his room, tending to a few scrapes from his scuffle with Teo before he settles down for the evening.

[sleidog]

2, 7 and 12 for teodor and slei!

for Slei - current/modern timeline 2. Tell us a little bit about yourself. "Lessee- My name is Slei, I'm..." He has to think for a moment. "...22, I think. The time gets away from me." He laughs, running a hand through a particularly heavy head of ferns. "Most people know me as 'Commander', don't like that title though, jus' call me Slei. Not much to know about me otherwise, though. Before I was Commander, I led a gang, that's a throwback. Had a good group in Lion's Arch fer a few years, no more of that though." 7. How would you describe yourself in three words? "Heh, Just. Some. Guy. That's 3 words, right?" On a more serious note- "I guess I never considered it, others have said 'daydreamy' 'chill' and 'understanding'." 12. How would you describe your style? "Comfortable. I don't do fashion, has to be easy to put on and comfy. I like my mobility, I use a bow and arrows more than I don't so I need to be mobile." He rolls his shoulders, which are bare in his current outfit. For Teo- also present day!

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself. "Teo here! I'm a dragon's watch guildie and Slei's best bud. I have a twin, his name is Treabhor, we just call him Treab though. Don't got a clue what's going on at the moment, other than the damn world nearly imploded, but we fixed it, right! Dunno what else to say about me, I'm the same age as Slei, just a lil younger by a few months. Oh yeah, I have head ghosts too, they're kinda cool now I'm used to them. Shiro has been begrudgingly teaching me ancient canthan! Dunno if I'll use it, but it's cool." 7. How would you describe yourself in three words? He grins- "Handsome, hot, ripped!" He flexes, he doesn't seem to be lying... Slei however looks more built than he does. 12. How would you describe your style? "Dunno man. Free? All my armour bits are basically trophies or gifts. I guess they're sentimental! Got my shoulder piece, that's from Grandma Glint, rest of my outfit is from a pitfighter I fucked up in the bane, it's kinda baggy on me but it works."

[sleidog]

🖋 slei!

I've mentioned before that Slei was almost executed for a crime he didn't commit; but here's the context for that! slight content warning for some very non-descript NSFW text and non-descript text about various found dead bodies

Slei relaxes in his bunk, surrounded by three other empty sets of beds, save for Frosty, his Ice Drake, which is relaxing on the lower bunk. Sometimes, he reminisces about the past when left to his own devices. The date of his impending trial is, unfortunately, always on his mind, but usually thoughts of better times settle his mind enough to sleep. His mind drifts to that heist, the one that ruined everything: a step too far that should have never happened.

~

A punk-looking sylvari leans on Slei’s shoulder with familiarity. He is red from head to toe: even his spiked, vine-like hair is red. His hand slides down along Slei’s chest, earning a quiet sigh from the lemon-coloured sylvari. 

“You’re distractin’, you know?” Sleibhain grumbles, but he doesn’t move away, instead tilting his head up to flash a subtle pout. “C’mon, Teo… Later.” Slei rolls his shoulders and finally pulls away from him. The red sylvari can only laugh quietly, giving up on being handsy for now. 

“Fine, fine. Leave all that for now though, you ain’t gonna sleep.” Teo scolds him, playfully shoving his shoulder. 

“Alright, won’t stop naggin’ me til I do, huh?” Slei knows he’s right: there was no reason for this heist to not go as planned. Caudecus’ manor was an easy hit by now. Go in through the cellar, lift whatever you want, then leave out the way you came in - simple. A lot of families in Lion’s Arch needed this right now: refugees were being displaced by Zhaitan’s growing corruption even now. They’d take their cut, put the rest where it was needed, then have a month or two of downtime before it was time to plan something else. What could go wrong? Slei knew he would be suffering Teo’s attitude if he continued tweaking the entry and escape routes, so… retire for the night he will. 

The two seem to forget about their third wheel, Treabhor, who grumbles in the bunk above them. The sounds of Teo and Slei going at it when they should be resting only serves to infuriate him further. “Did you forget that we are about to pull a heist? And that, in order to do so, all of us need to be well-rested and not fucking like animals?” Treabhor kicks the frame of his bunk, hoping to startle them into listening to him.

“C’mon Treab, it’s just some pre-celebration…” That’s Teo’s voice; Slei doesn’t make a comment on his bedmate’s brother. 

Treabhor begins to kick the frame multiple times, raising his voice. “SLEI, I KNOW YOU HAVE COCK IN YOUR MOUTH, GO TO BED!”

Teo’s twin may be correct, but his shouts are met by a pair of giggles instead of compliance. “Fine… we’ll keep it down. You aren’t leaving me hanging, though.” Teo brings a hand through the tangle of ferns that make up Slei’s hair, tugging him closer and urging him to finish up soon for their roommate’s sanity.

-

Slei didn’t expect this heist to go so wrong. Separated from his gangmates and cornered, he knows he has no chance of escape when the Seraphs show up. The absence of Teo and Treab make him wonder if he was being set up. They had no reason to, yet-

His thoughts are jarred away from him when he’s remotely shackled by magic until he can be approached. “Do not resist! You are being arrested under the authority of the Queen. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” The lieutenant in front of him begins to list out his rights as a prisoner, eyeing him with disdain as the other officers check the rest of the area for any more suspects. As soon as the lieutenant finishes, they rub their temples in frustration, and they seem like they really want nothing to do with this situation. Their next words catch Slei off guard.

“What you did was sick, sylvari. You will never see the light of day again for what you’ve done.”

Slei is bewildered. Lifting some coin? A life sentence? He struggles against the shackles, tripping over his words until he finds something, anything he can say. “...What…? Fuck, man, take it back!” He gestures to the pack on his back, heavy with coin and admittedly a few heirlooms. Had he stolen something of huge importance to the humans by accident? He sounds panicked, and the look he gets from the Seraphs detaining him doesn’t help. He is dragged from the room he was cornered in, his stolen goods confiscated, and, as they make their way out into the hall, the bodies that litter the area are revealed to Slei. All of them innocent people who were only tending to the mansion. Teo and Treabhor are nowhere to be found - it doesn’t even look like they were detained - and they aren’t among the bodies, either. He doesn’t want to stare, but none of those wounds look like he or his gang mates could have inflicted them. They are blunt force impacts, enough to distort some of the bodies. Whoever did this had a strong arm and a large body to back them up - a norn, perhaps?

Slei feels the colour drain from his face, cursing under his breath again. In his panic, his rational thinking is skewed. He knows Teo sometimes uses a hammer, but he doubts that Teo has the strength to back up such powerful impacts. Yet to him, the proof was here, plain to see. This wasn’t in the plan, what the hell were Teo and Treab thinking? All those people… They were only maids, house attendants! “What the fuck! Teo, Treab! Get your asses out here - the Hell were you doing!?” He shouts and shouts, but to no avail. Either they are already long gone, or all too aware of what they did.

They go through a few mesmer portals until they reach their destination in Lion’s Arch where he is immediately thrown into a cell. He is not given a cell mate, or anyone to talk to, and the only thing he knows is that someone will come to hear his plea at an unspecified date in the coming days. He doesn’t even know where his pet has gone.

Several days pass, and finally, someone comes to see him. Larinthir pulls a stool up next to his cell, asking for some privacy so that he can properly communicate with their prisoner. The guards obliges, leaving them both alone, though separated by steel bars.

“Hello, Brother. I can feel your pain from here.” Laranthir’s voice is soft, knowing that the other sylvari would be incredibly stressed by his situation. It takes him a moment to formulate what he wants to say. “I need you to talk to me about what happened so that I can help you.”

Slei thought he would welcome someone to talk to, but seeing Laranthir’s disappointment hurts him. 

“I… I don’t know where to start.” He admits, hanging his head, his hands pressed to his face. “I’m no saint, I get it. We were liftin’ some coin to help those new refugees, but then…” He clams up suddenly, met with the visualization of the savaged bodies he was dragged through in the manor hallway. “They think I killed ‘em. Brother, I don’t kill people. Much less innocent ones like that.” He finally looks up from his hands, resigned when he sits back on his chair. “You here to take me away, then?” He wishes he wouldn’t draw it out if that is the case.

Laranthir shakes his head, offering him a reassuring smile. “No, not in the way you think. I am here to offer you a way to serve your time properly.” He seems a bit nervous. It was likely not a popular decision on his part. “How would you like to put yourself to use under the Vigil? It is a difficult path, but I am willing to put in a good word for you, should you choose this.”

“For real? The Vigil?” He leans forwards again, considering his options. Honestly, he didn’t really have any. Work as a dog for the Vigil, or rot in a prison cell. He knows which he’d prefer. “And if I take your offer?” He questions, a glimmer of hope in his tone.

“You’ll be permanently in service. That’s the catch. As well as my reputation being muddied slightly.” Bit of an understatement for his reputation, but he would rather not have one of his own executed. Knowing of his group’s misadventures, Slei could make quite the formidable asset. “So long as you watch your behavior and do as you’re told, you’ll be fine. But you will not be a free sylvari unless you can truly prove you did not commit such an atrocity.”

Sleibhain knew there would be a catch. There’s always a catch. “And just how do I go about doin’ that? They didn’t even give me a chance- I didn’t even set foot inside that hall before they dragged me through there.” He sighs quietly. “It’s a mess. I don’t know where Frosty is. For all I know, they put him down like they were plannin’ to do to me. Teo, Tre… I don’t even want to see their faces again. They set me up, I’m sure of it.” Perhaps ‘sure’ isn’t the best word. Teo, especially, was brash and impulsive, but he wouldn’t kill innocents. Neither would his twin, not without a damn good reason. 

The older sylvari nods, pondering how they could move forward. “Well, should you choose us, you will get a chance to find someone who could help you legally. A lawyer, perhaps?” Laranthir’s face brightens up now that he mentions a pet. “I suppose as a silver lining, your pet is in custody, but they would be transferred alongside you to the Vigil.”

Slei breathes a sigh of relief: at least Frosty was alright. “I… I might have someone in mind.” Would De help him? Honestly, he wonders if he’d even talk to him after all this, let alone help him.

“All settled on your choice, then? Shall I bring you the appropriate paperwork?” Laranthir begins to stand, bidding Slei farewell, but not before offering some encouraging words. “We all have a right to grow, brother, including you.”

“I won’t forget this, brother. I’ll find a way to make it up to you, I’m sure.” Slei watches the secondborn leave. Laranthir eventually returns with the paperwork, which he passes through the bars, along with a pen, for Slei to sign. It’s far too many waivers to read through, but he does make sure there’s no fine print he’s missing, not that he thinks Laranthir would try to deceive him. 

[sleidog]

cantha was a pretty fun time for Slei and Treab [@shroomlet 's boyo] until y'know, all that happened

[sleidog]

now we have this lil guy

This is Teo/Teodor, he's a twin to Treabhor, and started his life as a warrior and later learned he was a revenant [he loves his particular hammer because he would much rather swing the sharp end at you than the blunt end!] he primarily channels Mallyx and Glint

[sleidog]

For ask game, teo for 9, 15, and 50 !

9.What is your character’s trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

teo is a weird one for this, because he's a completely different person now that he's come to terms with being a revenant before that all you'd need to do is look at him weird or raise your voice slightly and he'd shut down

but now it's very hard to get under Teo's skin, unless you're targetting his twin, that's a very quick way to piss him off [treabhor has been with him through literally everything and they care about each other a lot!] his emotions are a bit of a rollercoaster normally though, he gets a lot of emotional highs and lows just through every day interactions since he's still getting used to being actively in tune with his emotions, he doesn't have the immediate flight response any more though! 15.What is the first thing people notice about them?

stupid grin, scar on his left cheek, or that his abs are always out [stu has also added that you'll hear him before you see him, he's very loud and borderline obnoxious now, but he's a good sport and if you actually go out of your way to tell him to stop something he'll usually understand [he tends to not have an indoor voice because in his own head he's talking over mallyx and shiro lol]

50.How do they sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl? teo sleeps easier with company, he gets nightmares more easily if he has sleep that's undisturbed by sleeping with another person, once he's deeply asleep though you'll have trouble waking him up! he'll also slep diagonally and take up all of the space. he'll sleep when his friends sleep as well, he's quite chill to cozy up and just sleep regardless of the time of day

[shroomlet]

🌶️🥕🍋 for treab?? :3

HUHU TEBBY TIME

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

Hooo tbh less of a sworn enemy, more like a begrudging friendship type rivalry towards Sleibhain cause he thinks hes a terrible influence to his twin and keeps getting him in trouble (even tho he really doesn't do it on purpose and i don't think slei even knows why he's mad LOL)

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

In hand to hand physical altercations? wet tissue compared to his twin. He sounds tough and scary but he's very, average in strength and mostly just uses guns and tricks to make up for it.

If he has you at a distance he has much more of an advantage but otherwise you could probably put his face in the dirt dfsjgdfgsdf

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

...He doesn't know what to do if someone starts crying jdfgdg he's kind of caught off guard if his tough act is too mean and it makes someone cry, he really hates it if its in public and people stare at him cause it's uncomfortable and embarrassing :') so he'll very awkwardly try to calm you down like 'h-hey... there's no need to cry like that, cmon..."

(if you're someone he cares about a lot crying like maybe Stiu, it hurts him extra LOL he's going to buy you ice cream hoping you calm down)

[shroomlet]

he's technically a guild wars oc, but i did a monster hunter AU for him since i use my ocs in all my favorite games lol

[shroomlet]

anyways, have cute animated pod twins