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vyrim · 5 days

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A little comic involving a piece of one of our discord server conversations, featuring @as-easel

(Yes the gun being cocked is traced I thought itd be funny to just slip a stock photo in there)

#vyr's art #vyr's fanart #artists on tumblr

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boethiahsboytoy · 1 year

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Serana but she's the Champion of Jyggalag except Jyggalag is a snow elf Demiprince and also they're besties

IMAGE ID: A digital, cartoony drawing of the character Serana from the video game Skyrim. She is a pale-skinned chubby woman with brown eyes and wavy brown shoulder-length hair with streaks of gray in it. She's wearing a dark red blouse and brown pants underneath off-white armor with gold details, and a blue shoulder guard on her left shoulder with a blue cape hanging from it. The shoulder guard has two spikes resembling crystals on it, and both the cape and her blouse have gold lining at the hems. She is standing with her hand on her hip and looking off to the side with a neutral expression. The background is a solid dark blue-tinted grey with a slightly translucent image of white crystals with a glitch effect overlaid on it. END ID.

Serana as she appears in a whacky little adventure I have for one of my Last Dragonborn OCs involving alternate versions of him where each alternate is a child of a different Daedric Prince (to put it as succinctly as I can). The gray in her hair is less to due with age and more to do with her Champion-ship; it will turn more and more white the longer she's in service as Champion. I will likely ramble about her, and her relationship with Jay, in a reblog.

Do not repost, edit, or remove my caption. Ask before using. Likes are appreciated but reblogs help spread my work to a wider audience :3 Thanks!!

#my art #serana #skyrim au #dawnguard #digital art #artists of tumblr #into the vyrthaal verse #Vyrthaal-Verse Serana #oh i should SO draw boethiah! vyr's serana next. the 2 of them dont meet until serana dies tho lol.#to be fair theyre busy overthrowing the stormcloaks And protecting skyrim from the empire.#stars art

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paigelts05 · 3 months

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The Final Containment of William Afton [FNAF, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/The-Final-Containment-of-William-Afton-FNAF-1019973107

Renegade File Server Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52491037/chapters/135909397

Published: Feb 11 2024

William Afton is being contained. Permanently.

The truth behind how William was finally contained and kept out of Faz Ent's hands is a story that Fazbear Entertainment frequently dramatises and frequency paints in a fantasy light, but such tales have little effect on either the public opinion, or the individuals involved.

The reality was down to earth and hectic, but Cassie, Cassey, Ness, and Sylvia make a great team.

Cassey and Ness's forced William into the game in order to weaken him, causing him to hide within Princess Quest 4 and get captured by the red king. Cassie and Sylvia solved riddles to find the collectables that the mimic was hiding from them in order to access the arcade and pick up William from the red king in order to take him to Ness in this weakened state. Then, Ness was finally prepared to take on the duty of keeping William Afton contained, acting as a human prison.

And even though Ness and Cassie didn't see eachother in person that day, they knew the other was just as happy as they were to have William contained.

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Desmond and Cassie had moved all the way across the country to live with Sylvia 'officer Vanessa' Blake in order to escape Fazbear Entertainment.

When a cardboard box that bore Faz Ent insignia arrived in the mail, Desmond felt nauseous; since his daughter's hospital stay after the Ruins incident revealed a chip in the back of her neck, he had known that when Cassie's sleeper side had told him many times that 'they will always find me, no matter where I go' meant that she had known from the start that Faz Ent had some kind of tracker implanted into her before she came into his care, but he never thought they'd actually use it.

As Cassie and Sylvia carefully opened the box, they found a VR headset, a game box, and a note addressed to Desmond.

After seeing the contents, yet before he read the note, he froze in a terrified daze; this was the VR equipment from his old apartment; the exact things that Faz Ent had sent him before: the VR headset, the external casing cracked from him lobbing it across the room, the controllers, hand prints visible where he had held them in a vice grip, and VR training game, that cursed game that had forced him to hand Cassie that mask.

He wanted to run away, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to go somewhere his former employer would never find him. He passed out.

Sylvia had been briefed on his experience with that VR training simulator prior to her discharge from the hospital, as Desmond being used to make the map bot function was a major part of the investigation into what Faz Ent had been doing in the ruins of the megaplex, so she wasn't surprised that he'd pass out at seeing the game again. She had also helped him move out, so she was aware that he had purposefully left all this behind at his old place, aiming for the police to pick it up.

Instead, someone at Faz Ent had sent it to his new home.

After making sure that Desmond was just out cold and nothing more serious, Sylvia and Cassie read the note.

U LN BIR AYEW QGI QUKK EWLS RGUA VYR UR UA VEUWD LBS BIB-CURLK.

RGUA FLNW UA RGW JWT RI GUA WRWEBLK XIBRLUBNWBR.

KWE RGW BWQ OEUBXWAA RLJW RGW XEIQB.

"This looks like a scrambled mess," Sylvia sighed as she looked at the mish-mash of letters on the paper.

Cassie shook her head. "It's encoded with using the keyboard letter to the left of the actual letter. Easy to decode once you know it, but enough to throw someone through a loop. I'll read it." Cassie cleared her throat before continuing, "I am not sure who will read this but it is brief and non-vital. This game is the key to his eternal containment. Let the new princess take the crown."

Some metaphorical gears turned in Sylvia's head as she processed the words as well as some rabbit shaped graffiti-like markings painted on the plastic cover of game box, so an addition made by the sender and not a part of th official print, and her eyes lit up. "I know this is going to scare the shit out of your dad, but I think you need to play the game. I think that Cassey T and my sister need you for something."

Cassie now bore the confused expression. "For what?"

"Remember what Des told us about that game. What is in it. We have reason to suspect that William will take refuge in here, hence these markings as a warning." Sylvia picked up the game box as she spoke and pointed to the rabbit graffiti.

"Yeah, the mimic is also in there. It's the thing that forced my dad to pilot the mask bot to hand me the mask," Cassie replied, "That training sim is the space that that weird short exec guy used to stick GGY, Clone William, and Mimic1 in the code blender so it wouldn't be found out until he downloaded it onto that endo I destroyed. Why would William hide in the same space as something trying so hard to copy and kill him."

"As I said, he's not actually in there yet," Sylvia replied, "I said he will be forced into there."

"Forced in?" Cassie inquired.

"He managed to possess my sister and her dad's ghost has been keeping him in, but she told me she has a plan." Sylvia grinned, "She'd get help from an insider to anonymously mail us what we need, and once the plan is in action, he will be forced to take refuge in there."

"And that insider is me."

A voice that didn't belong to Cassie or Sylvia spoke up, and the duo turned around to see Desmond standing and speaking in a voice that sounded wrong for him.

"I am Alistair. You may already be aware of me from my involvement in the VR environment. I could have shipped this in a blank box, but I needed my brother unconscious to fill you in on the details, as having any kind of paper trail from here on in will stop this plan from working."

"And this plan is…?" Sylvia inquired.

"Take the memories from the hand of the disembodied. Use them as the bait. Take up the mantle and lure the wizard into the witch's trap." Alistair spoke slowly and calmly, as if reciting a story.

"Cryptic," Sylvia grumbled, "Can you tell us anything else?"

"The hand may take up the wand and robes of the destroyed, but it is not wise enough to use it yet," Alistair replied, adding a final piece of information to her story, "it would be dangerous to say any more."

"Got it." Cassie said as she begun to set up the VR equipment.

"I get the gist; take what bad entity 2 has nicked to bait bad entity 1, and we can worry about the fallout later." Sylvia nodded as she begun to help Cassie.

By the time Cassie and Sylvia had set up the VR environment, Alistair had silently left and let Desmond wake back up.

"What's going on?" Desmond wearily mumbled as he pulled himself to his feet.

"We're on a mission," Sylvia answered, "Your sister filled us in on the details."

"That explains the pain…" Desmond grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to soothe a phantom pain. "I'll assume that's why the box was used - so she didn't have to fight me."

Sylvia flinched at how Desmond described the whole possession thing. "… Are you OK?"

Desmond nodded. "Alistair and I don't always get along, but she needed to convey a message I guess, and by the looks of it, an important one."

Cassie nodded as she held the VR headset above her head.

"Time to grab some memories and lure an evil wizard to his death."

Once in the training simulator, Cassie knew that she'd get very little further direction from Cassey and Ness, and no further instruction from Alistair. She also knew that Sylvia was about as much in the loop as she herself was, so she'd have to rely on herself to find these 'memories' that if her interpretation of the mission was correct, the mimic would be hoarding.

If it was Mimic1, Clone William, GGY, or a mix of the three was yet to be discovered, but she knew that with the exception of the GGY component, it would likely see her as a traitor. Her managing to 'kill' clone William back in the VR environment before she could rendezvous with the other Gregory Getters branded her a traitor in his eyes. Her managing to destroy the endo the mimic had been downloaded onto in the real world during the Ruins incident branded her a traitor in Mimic1's eyes. Two thirds of it were likely against her, so she had two choices: appeal to the possible third segment, or the better options.

Allegiance against a common enemy.

With the mimic relegated back to code, and likely a disembodied hand if the mission briefing was being literal, William had gone from being the lesser threat of the two to being the greater threat of the two. With how her sleeper side had managed to drive the mimic back in a bare-fisted brawl back during the Ruins incident, she knew that it knew that she was a capable fighter who is skilled way beyond her years. She could claim a mercenary motive for her actions. Whether it'd beleive such bold-faced bullshit was another question, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

She hoped it'd see her as being indistinguishable from any other player. The other better option, and probably the best.

As she loaded into the lobby, she felt as if words were being injected directly into her mind, words that linked back to what Alistair had told her. It felt like someone was giving Sleeper further instruction on what to do, and in turn, Civ instinctively felt as if she knew what to do as well.

She needed to find a way to play Princess Quest 4. That is where Ness would be waiting for her to deliver William to her.

The note in the box had been to tell Cassie that she had to be the one to play the game, likely because of the message Ness wanted to send would only be able to reach someone like her, and Alistair had to deliver the extra details so she would have the preconceived notions necessary to fully understand the even more cryptic message that Ness sent.

Cassie received the message loud and clear.

She was ready to create the key and do all that was needed to let Ness enact her plan.

"He should be in there…. ETA NOW!" Cassie heard Sylvia yell. She was loud enough to get through the headset, and that's all she needed to hear.

It looked like the game was officially afoot.

She followed many cryptic hints for hours and hours, taking each doll from the disembodied hand that lurked, and after collecting the final doll from Fazerblast 3, a minigame that she was sure was the embodiment of the mimic's own want to eliminate William, if only to take the man's place in the world, she claimed her prize and returned to the main hub where she found the purple Faz-token that had now spawned in.

She knew exactly what to do with it.

After taking it from where it floated, she made her way over to the Princess Quest 4 arcade machine and inserted the coin that it needed to begin.

Taking a deep breath, she begun her part of this journey of leading the princess through the castle, making use of a teleport ability that felt very similar to typical VR movement mechanics.

As she played, she had some time to think: Princess Quest was not a Faz Ent IP. It was solely a Silver Parasol IP. One they released as an app and an arcade machine. It was a monument, a record, and an escape key. The fact a Princess Quest game was in this at all was a sign that Cassey T, Jeremy B, Ness, and Sylvia had managed to scheme their way into getting in on the development of this game.

Ness and Cassey were waiting somewhere on the other side of this game, ready to strike.

Heading deeper and deeper into the castle within the arcade, she noticed something odd.

"That looks like the room I'm in!" She heard herself exclaim as she saw a figure hunched over an arcade machine on the screen.

As she looked up, she saw that the room around her was dark. Looking around more, she saw the princess. An 8-bit sprite, as she expected, but it felt odd, but also as if it was meant to be.

On instinct, she directed the princess towards her and pressed the only interact key she knew of: the attack key.

Everything went white, but she felt nothing from it, and when everything cleared, she was in a place she didn't think the game expected her to be. It was dark, and the only distinguishing feature was the checkerboard floor lit by a golden glow coming from somewhere in front of her. In front of her stood Cassey Tapper, holding the glowing golden sword. Meanwhile, she also saw Cassidy hovering slightly behind the programmer.

Cassie looked around, and finally saw the ghost that had been possessing her hovering nearby as well.

"You must be Charlie," she said.

Charlie just nodded and pointed back towards Cassey.

Cassie nodded back and looked back towards the programmer who was possessed by the one William should not have killed.

"It's going to be up to you; you're going to be able to pick up where we left off." Cassey knelt down and held the sword out in front of her as she spoke, resting the point on the tile.

Cassie instinctively grabbed the hilt, and Cassey placed her hands over the girl's. She noticed that her hands actually looked like her hands, and her arms looked like her arms. It didn't feel like she was in a VR game anymore, but that her soul was somewhere else, temporarily in some kind of secret meeting place. Cassie turned her attention back to the sword; she had never welded such heavy weaponry before, only using knives and at most a machete. A sword, albeit virtual, was new, and even with Cassey holding it steady, it still felt as if it was going to topple, but she didn't panic. She smiled as the golden glow illuminated herself and the room she was in.

Cassey gave one last smile as she let go of the sword, letting Cassie be it's sole bearer, before she stood up and walked into the darkness.

Cassie knew that this was all the help that Cassey and Cassidy were able to provide; William knew them too well. But Cassie? The last time they met was on terms neutral to the both of them; the old man would not suspect a thing.

The screen went white again, and when that too faded, she was back in front of the arcade machine. The princess stood unarmed next to her. The sword was on the arcade's screen, and the words "take it" were below.

As she took the sword, she knew that it was for certain that her encounter with Cassey had not been in this VR world, but had been elsewhere, merely facilitated by the VR equipment. It was most likely that it had been a temporary digital consciousness transfer so that they could meet in secret and Cassey could pass her part of the torch onto her.

And now she was back in VR.

Cassie knew that once this was all said and done, Cassey, Jeremy, and most importantly Ness would have thier hands full with the finer details of William's containment. Whilst Sylvia was a part of that team, she also had the most experience dealing with the components of the mimic, having been involved in the Ruins incident. It was clear that Sylvia would be the bridge that kept the containment of William and the pursuit of erasing the mimic connected, and that from everything that has happened so far, Cassie could tell that Sylvia already knew her role. Why else would everyone at Faz Ent fearfully refer to her with all sorts of words that in some way meant 'Knight'.

The cavalier, the woman-at-arms, the duellist, the chevalier, the knight; all refering to this woman.

They also called her 'Don Quixote', though Cassie felt as if she and whatever exec had called Sylvia 'Don Quixote' and had called Luis 'Sancho' hadn't read the same book that she had. Faz Ent probably hoped that Sylvia's knights quest was simply the insane endeavour of a woman already driven to delusion, but Cassie had watched everything from the shadows, and despite Sylvia seeing a fantastical fantasy form of the world half the time - a condition Sylvia believes was caused the the remnant her bosses had sneakily injected into her system - she had managed to stay grounded enough in reality thanks to her friends and her drive to protect them.

And with Cassie taking up the mantle of the princess of light, she too would now need a knight at her side, as even if the Princess's Quest appeared to be the adventure of a single girl on the surface - a single player game - the player had always been there as a guide, as the knight.

This sword felt lighter than the one Cassey had passed her. She knew what she had to do.

She maneuvered through the game around her; the training sim that had become Princess Quest 4 was her battlefield as she slew foe after foe, fighting towards the core of the castle within this game.

First, she found a key. It opened the door she found herself next to, and through it, was a pit, similar to the one the princess had decended on the arcade machine.

She decended through the pit herself, slaying any monsters she met along the way. Once at the bottom, she found herself in a long corridor. The beasts were an afterthought as she made her way down the red carpet that lead out into what was both a courtyard and graveyard; the only place in this castle that was outdoors.

The puzzle was easy to solve; a simple case of lighting the torches in an incrementing numerical order. But she followed a different pattern and unlocked a secret basement underneath the courtyard. The chest held a familiar mask.

Whilst her dad had his father's retro Bonnie mask, the familiarity felt more visceral.

Sleeper must be the one familiar with this mask.

The door at the far end of the courtyard opened anyway.

The door lead to a grand corridor, devoid of monsters.

At the end, she met the red king. She traded her Vanny mask for the plush toy that William had hidden himself within. He had been holding William prisoner in this plushie form since he had fled here to escape the hand that lurked. It seems as if even though the mimic had been reduced to a hand, the destructive potential William saw within it terrified even him.

Then a door opened. To the elevator of the rental service warehouse. The ride didn't last long, as the walls came down and she saw that she was now inside a claw machine.

She knew this was her destination.

She saw Vanny outside, giant, yet to Cassie, not imposing.

She was finally face to face with Ness.

All that was left to do, was simple.

She handed the plush doll that William was trapped within over to the moon, who delievred it to Ness.

Whilst William had freed himself from his plush prison and had resumed his Glitchtrap form, it wasn't long lived as Ness crushed him in her hands.

Ness then looked over at Cassie and waved as she dipped into the darkness. She could tell that on the other end of whatever system was connecting them, that Ness was smiling.

Cassie waved back at her aunt, and she couldn't help but smile.

They had all done it.

Ness had captured and contained William.

Everything was on her terms now.

And as Cassie removed her headset and dealt with her eye strain and minor disorientation, she couldn't wait to see how this would all play out.

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pvppy-gutz · 17 days

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Hi there!

I’m Medusa! I’m a white-indigenous disabled artist from NYC :3 I’m 24, fat, a lesbian, trans, and my pronouns are it/hymn/sin/vyr/hx

I’m a primarily furry/anthro artist and I’ve been drawing furries since 2017. I use Procreate usually

This is a side blog! I follow back from my main -> @medusdeeznuts

Do not repost or use my art for AI! Do not trace my art without permission and credit

#my post #about me #pinned

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childrenfromthecrypt · 2 years

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GOOD END for the hockey family

They’d considered running away, possibly even got as far as the next town over within their first week adopted by the Parsons-Mashkov family. Their new fathers found them and gently spoke to them, asking why the boys were trying to run away. For the first time their opinion was heard. And from then on, their fathers were conscious of their triggers, helping them grow but also keeping them safe.

Both the boys have to attend high school an extra year to complete their high school degree, but during this time, Alexei teaches Vyr hockey, and the boy joins a juniors team. Kent worries about them because of his own experience in juniors, but with guidance, they are perfectly safe and extremely valuable on defense. They’re by no means a first pick, but they are wanted for teams. Vyr makes the choice to go to college on a hockey scholarship. He starts off in STEM because he knows it produces good jobs, but after a… hard realization that dissecting corpses is part of medical degrees, he decides to change his major. Kent and Alexei push him to pursue the love he kept close to his chest, a love of art. He double majors in fine arts and art history, while playing hockey. As a senior, he’s trying to decide whether to take an internship at a museum or follow an interest the Las Vegas Aces has in the legacy kid.

Ab takes a gap year to study his magic privately. At this time, he takes a job at a local metaphysical and book store that needs help with an owner close to retirement. Between his mentor and his necronomicon, he finds a spell that is supposed to connect two souls to communicate in a dream, even if one of the souls has moved on. He thinks of the girl he once loved and wishes to say goodbye… only for her visage in his dream to tell him that she’s alive and looking for him. He hardly believes it until a green studebaker pulls up outside his family’s home, and Briar emerges. …it’s a bit of an awkward introduction to his parents, as how do you properly say “this is a girl I dated until I thought she died at the hands of my late first father; I’m not sure what we are now?” But the family welcomes her with open arms. While Briar leaves to fufill her mission, she always returns to Ab and the Parsons-Mashkov house. Ab studies business at a community college while still working the metaphysical shop, as it seems the owner had interest in turning it over to him in a few years.

The boys grow. They heal. They finally have family that truly loves them.

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jadequarze-art · 4 years

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Some Vyr sketches

|| DO NOT CLAIM MY OC AS YOUR OWN!

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#my oc #centaur #i just want to try out action poses #vyr #art

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janedowart · 5 years

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Photo Dowpix. Grizz on Grouse Mountain #grizzongrouse #art #artsy #artist #vyr #vancouver#paintings #painting #paletteknifepainting #acylicpainting #janedowart.com https://www.instagram.com/p/B0UJNJcHBtT/?igshid=1rljg8ueaswgh

#grizzongrouse #art #artsy #artist #vyr #vancouver #paintings #painting #paletteknifepainting #acylicpainting #janedowart

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vyrim · 1 month

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#vyr's art #artists on tumblr

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princeofpink · 6 years

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Vyr and AAA enjoying a loving hug

#Art #Furry #Slime #Deer #Pinkprince #Vyr #AAA #My Art #Cute

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mahvaladara · 2 years

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The Pale Drake - Chapter 5 Fragment

The gates of the Archives were adorned with the image of Saryon, the patron of scholars, the Goddess of Language and Writing, and Khal’Itir, Valasyr of Wisdom. The image depicted Kahl’Itir, in their humanoid form, giving to Saryion, a human child, the gift of the art of the titluri and the encre, the first forms of paper and ink given to humans.

The Watch looked at Killian and bowed their heads at him, opening the gates for him. He smiled, bowing his head back at them and entered. There were mostly scholars left on the library grounds. He recognized the Royal Mage, who spotted him instantly. The man nodded respectfully at Killian who retributed the gesture. The man next to him frowned and whispered something to the Royal Mage that Killian could hear perfectly well.

“Who’s the Sunburnt?”

“That’s the Duke of Hastur! Show some respect!” The Royal Mage scolded and Killian chuckled.

“Didn’t know they recognized ocean trash as royalty!” The man scoffed. “King Reed must be desperate to employ those people.”

The Royal Mage huffed with offense and got up grabbing his things and actually taking the books from the man next to him.

“If respect is beneath you, then you are not welcome here!” He said, pointing towards the door.

After dealing with the man, the Royal Mage walked over to Killian.

“My apologies, your grace. May I aid you in anything?”

Killian smiled at the old man, a noble old mage who had been employed to protect and watch over the Royal Archives and Library, since the time of his father and late king. With Reed’s rule, the Royal Mage had been promoted to also provide aid in any matters that involved magic. He imagined, right now, the Royal Mage was as deep in research about the Rot as they were.

“Yes, a young mage, son of Gideon, the Spirit Healer, is here to aid with the plague. We need to know where to start looking.”

“Oh, in terms of human research there isn’t much of ours, but in the Deep Archives we hold the Ancient Valatar writings. Does the young man read Vyrs?”

“He’s a farmer, so I can’t tell, but his father was Gideon, the Spirit Healer.”

“Ah, then there’s hope! No one in the kingdom knows Vyrs, and the Dwarves of the Cross Roads guard their secrets deep,” the Royal mage scoffed. “I will go get the key.”

“Alright, I’ll be over there,” and Killian pointed towards a set of platforms..

He came to find Cai sitting on a table, on the third floor platform of the Morning Wing of the library, Medicine aisle. His small blond head was buried in the books and papers around him. Killian walked over and sat on the table, loudly, springing the young mage from his book.

Tired hazel eyes looked up at him, surprised, with dark bags under them, sunken. Killian frowned, for before the boy's eyes looked brown, but apparently they were hazel. Now, under the gold light, Killian noted once more how young he looked.

"How young are you?" Killian asked.

"Lord Hastur," Cai said with a flush and he got up, bowing his head at the man with respect. "Excuse me?"

The man who sat behind them watched and scoffed.

“Didn’t know they let thieves and harlots in these days.”

Killian looked back at the man.

“That’s Dux Hastur!” Cai scolded the man.

Killian shook his head at Cai and motioned for the boy to sit.

“It’s quite alright, I don’t hold it a habit to pick fights with people who can’t read,” Killian chuckled and the man got up.

“What did you say?!”

“You have a handsome face and pretty eyes,” Killian retorted wiggling his brows at the man. The man spit at the floor and left with disdain.

“If the Royal Mage sees this he’s goin’ to ban you from the library, cutie!”

Killian shook and his head and noticed the way Cai went around and pulled his handkerchief to wipe the spit from the floor. Killian simply watched him, legs crossed.

"How old are you?” Killian asked again.

“Huh?” The boy got up and threw the piece of lace cloth onto a trashbox.

“There is no way you are of age.”

“I am of age, your grace.”

“You can call me Killian. You found your way here with ease?"

"The Watch were kind to point me the way," he explained. "Did I make you wait, lorah?"

The Spymaster chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, don’t worry. My job is to wait for people.”

Usually to kill them or threaten them, or steal from them, but he decided to omit that part.

Looking over at the books, Killian noted medical observations and theses on the development of cases of gangrene, bulbous plague, and other infectious diseases with similar symptoms to the Rot. Several archaic titluri lay on the table written in black ink that smelled sweet. Encre from a glass quill the Mage held in his hand, however the language in which he wrote was strange to Killian.

"What are you writing?" He asked. “That’s titluri and encre, correct?”

Cai looked at the titluri and set down the pen. "Oh, yes. Not of common use in Valora."

"We use wood paper and resin ink," Killian nodded.

"My father learnt from Akloria and shared with me the ancient knowledge of dragons," Cai calmly explained. "They use titluri and encre there. Besides, in a continent where trees are sacred, tree titluri is only used for sacred texts."

"Of course," Killian laughed. "Have you always been in Valora? I noticed you do not dress in normal Valorian fashion."

"I lived in Akloria most of my life," he answered. "Only moved to Valora when I received the news of my father's passing."

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leonstamatis · 3 years

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could i have some dunn keyes fic recs :0? if you've got any to spare!

OH MAN okay so here’s the thing. dunn keyes (pop star edition) is. kind of tiny as far as irms go? like afaik it’s kind of just me and jaz @waveridden going ham tbh. because we like her. so there are only two fics for you, but i am DELIGHTED that you’ve asked anyway!

jaz wrote “slow march” shortly after we thought her up, and it’s a wonderful look at her and baz mason, a ship i adore but don’t talk much about. also moses is here. hiiii moses. ❤️

and then i wrote “faking glory,” which took me much longer because i am slow and indecisive about characterization! it’s about dunn and a bunch of other alternates meeting circa season five, and also baz is there!

if you’re interested in dunn cameos, i am simply allergic to not including her in some way, shape or form now that she exists. she pops up in this brock forbes study, this cory-12 fic, and this brock post-mortem.

jamie has also thrown dunn into this allan kranch origin story, and ve has a bunch of picrews on vyr blog here.

our dunn DOES have a wiki page, thanks to jaz! i am also allergic to writing for the wiki for the reason of it frightens me very badly. you can find the overview of her character, life and history here.

also, goblin @stainedglassgoblin my beloved has some incredible dunn keyes art, if that’s your vibe! it’s certainly mine. one of these is the wallpaper on my laptop. AND kaylee @haunthouse has drawn her too!

that’s kind of it as far as dunn keyes content goes right now? at least as far as i know. if anyone else has adopted her and started putting out content, i would absolutely love to know more! i think of dunn so often. i think of her all the time.

#dunn keyes #boston flowers #DUNN MY BELOVED ADORED ET CETERA #I SIMPLY LIKE HER SO VERY MUCH <3 #thank you for asking i was DELIGHTED to find this ask #tam.ask #anonymous #i also had to tag jamie and gob bc they are here with me in the dunn keyes fanclub

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