Send a symbol below and I’ll describe or draw what my Muse wears in specific scenarios!
♔ - pajamas / bedtime outfit
♕ - beach / swimsuit
♖ - spring outfit
♗ - summer outfit
♘- fall outfit
♟- winter outfit
♙ - date night
♚ - casual / everyday
♛ - formal outfit
♜ - gym / exercise / training outfit
♝- crisis / war / battle armor
☠ - Everyday Going-To-School uniform
☮ - Work Uniform
☯ - Outfit They Wore When They Were 8
♠ - Clothes they wear when they just don’t care
Ω - Going-To-A-Party Outfit
♤ - Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit
♣ - Lingerie / Underwear / Smallclothes
♧ - An outfit they wear related to one of their hobbies
♥ - A “traditional” outfit based on their heritage (i.e. kimono, sari, other folk costumes)
♡ - Superhero / Super Villain costume
♦ - Magical Girl / Magical Knight costume
♢ - FINAL BOSS Armor
♞ - you specify another situation!
Hey, if you're still doing them, would 🎟 and 🌋 be ok? Thanks! : D
Unusual Questions- Open
🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies?
Tyrian doesn’t watch many movies. He can, he can make out the shapes and can still hear what’s going on, but a lot of the fun of the shitty special effects and editing in bad movies is lost on him. Movies with bad dialogue that’s delivered poorly and paced weird are fun for him, though.
🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it?
Only every day of his life. One time, he sat on a lightbulb entirely on purpose. It broke and he got the glass stuck in him and now he has an ass scar. He regrets nothing.
TRANS TYRIAN TRANS TYRIAN TRANS BISEXUAL TYRIANNNN
THATS THE GOOD JUICE
I’m gonna use this as a little chance to say my piece as to why I think, aside from the fact that I want to, trans Tyrian is very very good
I’m just saying, wouldn’t it be cool if there was a reason he always had his tits out? My boy got top surgery and is so happy with it that he literally never wants to wear a shirt even when it is lethally cold temperatures outside and he is a bug.
2. Dedication to Salem, early ties with Watts
Imagine if Tyrian hadn’t transitioned until he met Salem. He’s wanted by the law and I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t even a registered citizen anywhere, where the hell is he going to get top surgery? You can’t exactly hold a surgeon at gunpoint when they put you under for the procedure.
So what if... to further earn Tyrian’s loyalty and feed his dependence on her, Salem has Watts perform the teatus deletus and get Tyrian on HRT? This also gives Tyrian and Watts a reason to have a connection pretty much as soon as Tyrian joined Salem’s faction. [However I don’t think they saw each other as anything more than associates and were pretty professional about the whole thing at this point but that’s not relevant to the topic]
3. The Narrative
Firstly, when applying my circus backstory, I think it would track that he would run into some pretty queer individuals during his time with the troupe, giving him a better idea of the different ways people can identify. This is also the time period where he starts to really think about what he wants. It’s a transitional period for him in a lot of ways, living amongst people and learning that this isn’t how he wants to live, dipping his toes into the waters of his darker impulses and slowly sinking. Getting a better understanding of who he is, what he is, in several different ways.
It just feels like it would fit to have him put a little more thought into what he identifies with gender-wise during this time as well. He could come to realize that being a guy doesn’t mean he has to give up the feminine things he enjoys. That just because he has long hair and likes to have painted nails doesn’t automatically mean he’s a girl.
It also adds a really interesting angle to the subject of maidens, and Salem’s need of one. I can imagine Tyrian beating himself up over not being able to be the maiden She needs, that he can’t put his feelings aside and just be a girl, dammit, but no matter how much he may want it, it wouldn’t change the fact that fundamentally, he isn’t a girl. The maiden powers would not accept him no matter how much he lies to himself. Give me more maiden rules respecting trans people juice please lol
It brings him comfort to realize that although he can’t provide Her with the maiden She needs, that actually makes him a better soldier for her. There’s no temptation of power or ulterior motives tainting his loyalty. His devotion is pure, and he doesn’t have to sacrifice any part of his identity for it. Rather, he is so devoted because he has allowed this passion to become his identity.
🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few?
Tyrian doesn’t really need much to get by. Usually he’ll sleep under a comforter, sometimes with a sheet underneath. It’s when winter rolls around that he starts burying himself in blankets. He doesn’t do well with the cold.
🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures?
The latter. Cool, smooth steel has particular appeal to him.
🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?
Property damage, mostly. He just likes to break things, and will go around flicking lit matches in various directions when he gets too bored. He also likes to lie in wait in various dark corners of the castle and scare the living daylights out of anyone that passes by.
🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer?
Absolutely. He travels a lot for his work, and gets incredibly anxious when he has to stay in one place for long. He doesn’t like to linger, it feels idle, like stagnation. He needs to move.
🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?
Lone wolf. It’s not as though he can’t interact with people, he does so pretty often. He just views himself as... detached from society and culture. Alienated. His work is best done from the shadows, and it’s where he feels he belongs. He’s much more content letting his more charismatic associates handle the negotiations. He has a far more practical use.
🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily?
Hmm... Tyrian doesn’t often hold grudges, so when he does, they are usually for a very good reason. Or at least, a good reason to him. So I would say no, but only because it takes a lot in order to require his forgiveness in the first place.
As writers, we’re usually our own worst enemy. However, there are times where we just read over something we wrote and acknowledge “Oh...that’s good.” and you may or may not end up restructuring the whole reply to fit that one line just cause it was so good, and you spend hours trying to make it work haha...ha.
Anyways, go through a few of your threads/replies/drabbles/any piece of writing you got. Pick out 5 of your favorite lines that you’ve written for your character(s), and in turn tag 5 (or however many others you want) to do the same!
Repost, don’t reblog. And I’m linking my threads to where these lines came from but you don’t have to do that!
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tagging: Everyone. Steal it~
It gave him a bit of peace of mind, to know that his end would be not at the hands of law, but to be torn apart and consumed by the very darkness he held dear.
Look into the cold, uncaring eyes of a Grimm and speak to it of hope. It will tear you apart all the same. Hide behind your flimsy shield of camaraderie, and see how utterly useless the word is in the face of pure chaos.
The inverse is true for himself. That somewhere in the vast murk of his malice, there remains a tiny sliver of compassion that he can’t quite seem to suffocate.
He sees the night as holy, the time when Her dark veil gently covers the world, when Her favored children do their best work, and when the moon haunts the sky; a beautiful reminder of the mark She’s left on this world, its cracked pale face a reminder that She is with him no matter how far he travels.
He can never move past it. He craves it; it’s not just a part of him… it’s all he is. Without it, there would be nothing left, and he loves it too much to want to let it go, to try to fight it when he knows he will inevitably fail and have the dark pull him in again. Sometimes he wishes he could have something softer. But most of the time, he wishes he could just kill that softness. Carve it out of himself so that there’s no more doubt, no more feeling besides pain, nothing left of him but claws and fangs and barbs and knives.
🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few?
🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories?
🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?
🛋- Does your muse like to have company over?
📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type?
🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures?
💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle?
🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?
📰- Does your muse like to read the news?
📇- Is your muse a gossiper?
🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?
🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places?
🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it?
⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to?
🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer?
🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly?
🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily?
🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to?
🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise?
🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies?
🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals?
🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?
Failure. Every piece of Tyrian is built to kill. It’s what he’s good at, it’s what he loves. He took it to extremes, let it consume him. It’s all he is. His purpose in life is to be a weapon, he exists for the sole purpose to be used to harm others. So when he fails in his duties, he feels absolutely worthless. His only value, in his eyes, comes from his ability to hurt. You do not expect a knife to do anything but cut, and you expect it to cut well. If he fails to do the one thing he was put in this world to do, then..... what reason does he have to exist at all? A knife that can’t cut is nothing more than scrap metal, garbage.
Denial. He sees the little seeds of darkness inside of people. He likes to nurture them, to encourage them to indulge in their darker impulses. He’s a firm believer that happiness comes from being comfortable with yourself. Knowing what you enjoy, being honest with it, and pursuing it. To see people deny these parts of themselves feels like holding back. It feels like giving up, not letting yourself live your life to the fullest. To see the dull lives that people lead, the way they grit their teeth and simply allow things to continue at such a mediocre, dissatisfying pace... It saddens him. It’s as though these people are already dead.
Neglect. He knows he is not designed for being loved. Undeserving of tenderness. He wishes he could cut it all out, to just leave a monster behind that knows nothing but carnage and euphoria. He wishes it didn’t hurt so much to be ignored, when he knows a weapon lies forgotten until needed. He’s so sure that’s what he is, an instrument of destruction; so the feeling of longing, of wanting to be seen or held, feels like something he shouldn’t have. It feels like a mistake. And it makes the sadness he feels just that much worse, thinking that he shouldn’t be allowed to be sad about something like this.
☺: three things that make my muse happy
Bloodshed. Tyrian is a sadist in its purest, most concentrated form. Feeling flesh tear under his blades, the smell of a city on fire, the taste of blood, a symphony of screams, it’s ecstasy. It’s a thirst that drives him, controls him, and he sees no reason to stop it from doing so when succumbing to it feels so good.
Love. As confused of an understanding that he has of it, Tyrian is very driven by love. He serves Salem because he loves Her. He chose his place in life because he loves doing what he does. When Tyrian loves something, he gives every last piece of himself to it. He loves intensively, obsessively; he wants to drown himself in it. Let it consume his life.
Utility. This is what it means to be loved. To be used is to be needed. For the talents he can provide to have value to someone, for him to be considered an asset, is the closest approximation to love he allows himself. It’s what makes sense to him. He only knows how to break things, so the best he can hope for is to be seen as very good at breaking things.
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse
I have a whole playlist for him, but I’ll pick three of my favorites.
Ready to Die- Andrew WK For obvious reasons, but I like the juxtaposition of aggressive metal instruments playing a very upbeat tune about killing people.
2econd-2ight-2eer- Will Wood I only let myself pick one Will Wood song for this and this is my choice. “The devil made me do it, but I also kind of wanted to” is literally his entire character.
Last Caress- Misfits Violent and obscene, and addresses death like a person; calling it sweet and lovely and waiting for its embrace.
★: a wish my muse has
Sometimes, Tyrian wishes he could be more. More than just death, something a little more human. Something deeper, with pieces capable of loving. But he can’t. He can never move past it. He craves it, it’s not just a part of him... it’s all he is. Without it, there would be nothing left. And he loves it too much to want to let it go, to try to fight it when he knows he will inevitably fail and have the dark pull him in again.
Sometimes he wishes he could have something softer. But most of the time, he wishes he could just kill that softness. Carve it out of himself so that there’s no more doubt, no more feeling besides pain, nothing left of him but claws and fangs and barbs and knives.
✄: is my muse creative?
Yes, and in all the worst ways. When it comes to twisting people’s emotions against them, or causing as much widespread panic as possible, or simply imagining all the different ways to torture a person, very few people are creative as Tyrian. He’s very good at adapting, improvising a plan on the fly, and he’s far better at it than plotting up something beforehand. He’s the most creative person you’ll ever meet when it comes to bloody fantasies.
♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done
He outdoes himself on this front constantly, but a few moments come to mind of him staring death right in the face and grinning.
Salem’s inner circle is the most informed on Her intentions, Her truth, but there are some others less important that She has twisted the arm of, manipulated, or otherwise blackmailed into acting as informants. The Grimm are Her eyes in the countryside, but these informants can be vital in providing information about more populated areas. Tyrian has had to meet with some before; sometimes for leads in his hunt for maidens or huntsmen, but at other times simply to scare them into obedience when Her Grace catches wind of their wavering loyalties.
It was one such time he found himself meeting in a seedy bar in Anima. Nearly all the dealings here were shady, and nobody’s hands were clean enough to bother batting an eye at any sort of questionable behavior, so long as they didn’t cause any property damage. He sat at the opposite end of a table with the informant in question- A human man, late thirties. Unspeakably plain-looking and unassuming. Perfect for gathering intel undetected. Or at least, he would be, if he were to dismount his high horse. Tyrian bit his tongue and refrained from tearing the man apart at his insolence, the sheer nonchalant disrespect the man showed his Goddess. He knew it came from a place of ignorance. If he truly knew what She was, he wouldn’t say such ridiculous things.
However, the man’s general lack of understanding of his situation was beginning to get on Tyrian’s nerves. He wanted compensation for his work. A reward.
“I don’t think you fully grasp your situation here, Cole Blackwell,” He spoke with a sharp tone, using the man’s full name to add weight to it as he leaned across the table slightly, staring him down. “Your reward is your continued existence. You are in a very poor position to ask for a prize. It is either your cooperation... or your life.” Tyrian’s eye’s bore into the spy, the glint of malice and bloodlust evident in them without him having to say a word. The fool continued to blunder.
“From where I’m sitting...” Cole kept his voice steady, although it was clearly an effort on his part. Tyrian noticed his arms shift under the table. “There’s a third option.” With that, he reached his hand out from below to reveal a gun, and pointed it in Tyrian’s direction. The faunus didn’t so much as flinch. It took everything in him not to break into a fit of cackles and draw attention to their little confrontation in their corner of the bar. A few restrained chuckles shook his shoulders despite his best efforts.
Tyrian leaned even further forward, licking his lips and pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun, his crazed stare never once straying from the little rebel’s eyes.
“Then do it,” he hissed with a wide grin, “I’ll even drop my aura for you.” And sure enough, Tyrian drew a clawed finger across his face rough enough to leave a mark that noticeably did not heal. He pressed his head into the gun again, relishing in the way he man’s hand trembled slightly in a mixture of fear, confusion, and uncertainty. “You know a bullet in my brain won’t stop this.” Tyrian’s voice was low and dangerous as he stared the man in the eyes like he was daring him to blink first. “She knows where you live. Perhaps if your own life isn’t enough to convince you, we should see if you find theirs more valuable. Two girls, isn’t it? Holly and Ivy?” The color in Cole’s face drained at the mention of the names, his steely facade cracking into a picturesque depiction of absolute dread. Tyrian chuckled darkly. “My Fair Lady would be very displeased to lose me, and I wouldn’t be around to convince Her not to take from you whatever She deems fit as..... retribution.” The man’s hand trembled. Tyrian pulled away with a smirk, never breaking eye contact as he licked the barrel of the gun just to rub salt in the wound. The informant’s eyes were so beautiful as they were, filled to the brim with fear and disgust. He lowered the gun in defeat.
“I knew I could trust you to listen to reason, mister Blackwell~” Tyrian spoke cordially and cheerfully as if he hadn’t had a gun to his head mere seconds ago, as if he didn’t just threaten the man’s family.
“Get fucked,” The man spat, his voice dripping with disdain and reluctance. A sweet sound. “You’re sick.”
A high-pitched cackle was unavoidable at the comment, Tyrian no longer caring to hold it back. As he gathered himself again, he replied, “And you’re in over your head. I suppose we’re both beyond saving then.”
He stood up from his seat, leaning close to the shocked, broken man once more to speak lowly in his ear.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you, as always, Cole Blackwell. I’ll see you soon~” his excitement was ominous, and he left the poor man alone to marinate in the darkness of his reality as he sauntered away. Sure, he didn’t have to drop his aura to make a point, he didn’t have to cut it so close. Grey’s finger could have slipped at any second, or perhaps he could have grown a spine and pulled the trigger on purpose. Tyrian simply kissed death because he wanted to. For the fun of it. It’s part of what made his job so ceaselessly entertaining, to be so close to death in so many different ways without letting it take him just yet, was a simple delight he relished in often.
♓: my muse’s biggest secret
I answered one on the previous ask, but as a bonus I will give you one that isn’t so much a huge secret as much as it is something that he would never, ever tell anyone. He hates people who grab or tug at his tail without permission, it’s incredibly rude and objectifying and reminds him too much of his time in the circus when he just had to sit and take it. However. He loves having it pulled near the base. He will never admit this, and anyone who grabs at his tail to find out is likely to get stung unless they are on the very short list of people allowed to do so.
Yes. When he likes someone, he wants their full attention. And he can be very difficult to ignore. He gets jealous of Arthur’s projects being more captivating than him, he gets jealous of Cinder for stealing Salem’s attention away, and he got jealous of Clover for getting a little too close to Qrow.
When someone catches Tyrian’s eye, he wants them to himself, and he is not very good at sharing.
♓: my muse’s biggest secret
He doesn’t have many. He doesn’t have much that he feels the need to hide, and is generally pretty forthright. However, he doesn’t like talking about his past much at all. It was a time in his life filled with pain and doubt and he... doesn’t like to reflect on it much. He usually dodges questions about it or lies to avoid further prodding. Tied to this is the deep, faded scar at the base of his tail. You could ask him about each scar he has and he will tell you a story, but the story is always different for that one in particular.
Hey, um, since Watts never figured out his semblance, I was wondering if you had any headcannons on him and Tyrian trying to figure it out together? No pressure, just thought it could be fun! : D
//I default to a lot of @atlasci ‘s headcanons when it comes to Arthur, to be quite honest, and if you’ve seen my rant post you’ll know I’m less than pleased with the reveal, or at least the way that it was phrased.
But let’s say for the sake of this question that Arthur hasn’t unlocked his semblance. This would cause Tyrian to test literally everything under the sun in an attempt to activate it. It’s unclear how much of it is him being genuinely curious and wanting to help Arthur, and how much of it is just him enjoying finding new ways to pester his physician.
There’s a lot of poking him with random objects to see if there’s a reaction, there’s a lot of attempts to harm him in different ways [he wishes Arthur wasn’t so pissed when he woke up while Tyrian was trying to smother him, he wasn’t going to kill him, he just wanted to help], there’s a lot of “here drink this gasoline and see if you can breathe fire” levels of off-the-wall spitballing as he tries to come up with every conceivable possibility for a semblance. Arthur is Tired.
//sorry for ghosting, i’m gonna try to keep up activity on here but the stuff that i was in the middle of i no longer have a lot of interest in [there’s a few old hc asks in my inbox i’m likely going to delete and i probably wont continue the threads i was writing]
//so i guess i’m gonna post another hc meme and hope for the best. maybe like this post if you wanna write a thread and i’ll send a starter meme or write one up myself
//The original post I made about this still holds up, but I had some changes I wanted to make to my points as well as new pieces of evidence to add as of Volume 7.
1. He gets really close to things to look at them
This could be written off as him having no concept of personal space or even being intentionally unnerving, but I think that actually just helps him hide the truth behind his actions that much easier. It’s a much more solid point when combined with the other pieces of evidence I have.
I believe that Tyrian isn’t fully blind, but rather incredibly nearsighted and light sensitive.
2. He can block attacks he doesn’t see
In both of these cases, he is deflecting projectiles without looking even remotely in their direction. The fact that the fight in Volume 4 stops in its tracks to have this scene play out also makes me think it’s worth analysis and inspection. This proves that he’s capable of using cues like hearing or simply intuition to block attacks, and doesn’t need to be able to see them.
3. He was thrown off guard by a punch
A lot of people took away from this scene that Tyrian was just somehow weak in hand-to-hand combat, but I don’t understand how anyone could say that considering his fighting style. I think it’s more likely that a fist makes less sound moving through the air than a massive broadsword, and is thus a lot more difficult for someone who relies on sound to anticipate and deflect.
4. He had to wait for an auditory clue to tell him where Qrow was
Another point in which his fight with Qrow is halted to draw attention to a specific moment is when Tyrian disarms Qrow. Qrow slowly walks over to where his weapon is embedded in the wall, and the moment he touches it, it makes a noticeable sound. A sound that Tyrian immediately turns to and rushes toward, after having sat still for seemingly no reason just moments prior.
In this moment, he has located Qrow based on sound, not sight.
5. His attention is drawn to sounds
This is slightly related to the above point, but I have a few more examples that I wanted to add that supported my claim.
He looks towards where the bullet impacted, instead of where the muzzle flash would have come from.
His attention stays on harbinger even when Qrow isn’t holding it, because he is basing his movements on where he’s hearing harbinger swing in the air.
6. He didn’t seem to notice finer details of his surroundings
Remember this part in their fight? Qrow leads Tyrian to an obviously unstable part in the roof, and Tyrian jumps right on it without noticing. Surely a skilled fighter with years of experience would know to be more aware of their surroundings, right? He is, but the way he gathers that information is not reliant on his vision, which is why he missed the weak point in the roof.
7. Beady little eyes
Tyrian’s irises are noticeably smaller than any other character in the show. This could be a design choice to make him look more unhinged, but I think it’s worth noting, when taking all the previous points into consideration.
8. Actual scorpions have poor eyesight
Some faunus are known to have the ability to see in the dark, and many have quirks reflective of their traits [Blake likes tuna, Sun likes bananas, etc.]. This is interesting, because scorpions in real life also have very poor vision! They are light sensitive, meaning most of their vision is detecting variations in light and shadow, and because of this, most scorpions prefer to hang out in dark or dimly lit places. Isn’t that interesting...
It’s easy to assume that he worked just fine in the dark in volume 7 due to being a faunus, but with this in mind, it’s possible that it’s simply that the absence of light doesn’t make his vision any worse than it already is.
BONUS ROUND: His semblance
This isn’t a point towards Tyrian being nearsighted, but I wanted to add it in here because I think it could possibly explain how he’s able to track people from further away.
Essentially, I think Tyrian is able to sense aura in a way that supplements his vision, as an extension of his semblance.
Tyrian’s semblance is very closely tied to aura, and his ability to directly affect it. This lends itself very well to the idea of him being more attuned to the aura of others than the average person.
My best example of something similar to this happening is what we’ve seen with Ren in the past. He clearly has some sort of sixth sense, we’ve seen it as far back as volume 1 and it has even been emphasized in volume 7 as something that he is honing. I believe that this is an extension of his semblance, perhaps the ability to sense hostility, tying into his semblance having a direct relation to negative emotions.
With this in mind, I don’t think it’s out of the question for someone with a semblance linked with aura to be able to sense it better than most.
This also explains his interest in Jaune, who we know to have an abnormally large amount of aura.
I think that like any of his other senses, however, it can be disoriented in a number of ways, namely blunt force trauma to the head. This would be why, despite this ability, he couldn’t sense Qrow during their fight in volume 4 after being punched in the face. His ability to detect aura had been thrown off kilter and he had to rely on sound alone to locate him.
This also, interestingly enough, lends itself to Tyrian’s surprisingly insightful nature. He’s disturbingly good at reading people, and I think it could be interesting if that had something to do with his ability to literally see people’s souls. This part I am not as certain about, and it makes just as much sense for him to just be naturally good at sensing tension, but I thought it was an interesting idea, with the concept of him being able to see aura in mind.
And that’s my summary of why I think Tyrian has poor vision! I think that it gives his character a very interesting new dimension, and makes his skill as a fighter even more impressive with such a handicap.
Absolutely. Both intentionally and unintentionally. Sometimes, he just ends up getting hurt by whatever he’s breaking; getting poked with shards of something, hurting his hand punching a wall too hard. In other cases, he will actively harm himself, either because there’s nothing else around and he needs to hurt something, or because he’s angry with himself.
14. What are habits they have when they become angry?
If he’s already irritated, smaller things have a higher likelihood of getting to him. He growls and mutters incoherently under his breath. There’s a certain wall in castle Evernight that is his designated beating wall. It is riddled with scratch marks and is slightly dented inwards. He often still smiles, but in a way that doesn’t reach his eyes. He may be grinning, but his eyes are screaming murder.
He often goes on walkabouts in the Grimmlands. Straying too far from the castle with that much negativity actually poses a very serious threat, but a nice walk around the perimeter usually gives Tyrian the sort of pacing to cool down paired with a fight that he’s looking for.
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