Den of the Lorelai

[THIS BLOG IS ON HIATUS] An indie League OC blog for Lorelai, the Sea Mistress. RP / Ask / Art Multiverse/Multiship [M!A: N/A]

[lorelai-theseamistress]

// This may or may not be obvious by now but I’m just gonna make it official for the sake of confirmation and all that - This blog is going on hiatus.

Not sure for how long, but college has kept me busy and flipping back and forth between blogs to do stuff is a hassle, so that’s all I can really do for now. //

[lorelai-theseamistress]

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“I am not sure I find home anywhere, I march both in sea and on land… I do not fit in anywhere normally.” He shrugged,as he looked away, “I do not know if I am even alive or dead… or something else entirely. All I know is that I used to be human… a man… and now I am this.” He looked back to her, “unless you do not mind or wish me to be around you more often then I am alone. Days, weeks, months of solitude as the silence eats away at me.” He looked back to her, “but I suppose the wines of something like me are boring for a queen.”

Surveying him a moment longer, she smiled at her private thought of the suit of armor being rather amphibious, but said nothing of it, allowing him to speak in full before she would offer a response. 

The fact that he was once human was a foreign concept for her to grasp, but then she doubted that even he himself could quite grasp it either. Interesting. 

Beyond all of that, he was generous in his apparent self-loathing, likely a byproduct of his current state changed from that of a simple human, and generous in his compliments as well. White eyes closed to hear it, allowing herself a gradual exhale from her nose rather than her gills, bubbles racing toward the surface. “It would seem to me that you need my company too much to simply pass such an offer away. You have not done or said anything yet that I could not tolerate, and I certainly do not find present company laborious. Rather, I find your company enjoyable in that company is hard to come by when one cannot leave the sea. Creatures are only good for but so much, yes?” 

[lorelai-theseamistress]

Watching an AI Girlfriend Look Back at You, Live

There's a particular moment people keep describing when they try video calling on SweetDream for the first time. It isn't the novelty of the technology itself. It's the small pause when their AI companion tilts her head, reacts to something they said, and the screen stops feeling like a screen. SweetDream, found at sweetdream.ai, has rolled out video calls with select characters, and the reaction has been less about gadgetry and more about presence.

Spend time on the platform and you notice the video feature doesn't sit alone. It rests on everything else SweetDream already does well: the deeply customizable character creation, the chat that genuinely remembers what you told it last week, the voice messages and phone calls that sound unnervingly human. By the time a face appears on a call, you've already built a relationship with someone. The video just gives that relationship a window.

Compared to the broader field of AI girlfriend tools, where a face-to-face call is still rare, SweetDream feels a step ahead. Plenty of platforms promise companionship; far fewer let you see your AI companion respond to you in real time. That, more than the marketing language, is why people keep calling it the best of the bunch.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

thelanternwretch

He watches her wade into the foam from the waves crashing against the shore, curious to see what she does. His form starts to drift lazily back toward the beach, his large frame still refusing to be overtaken by waves as they cascade around him. Her comment does cause him to laugh, the eerie sound carrying over the sounds of crashing water and up onto the dreary shoreline. “Such wisdom! Ahh, but you’d be surprised how many come here expecting to be perfectly fine. They are too confident in their abilities and rely on good luck! It’s such a nice change of pace to see someone so confident and clearly intelligent set foot onto the Isles.”

The Warden watches her first few steps onto the land, finding it quite intriguing that she’s as careful as she was. The dull glowing of the eyes seeming to go out like a candle in the wind had not gone unnoticed. The jailer wades out of the water, the salty liquid dripping from his form and pouring from inside his gauntlets as he raises a hand to brush off a piece of seaweed that had looped itself around the chain from the lantern.

“Is that far enough for you for a first time out of the sea?” He asks, partially joking but also being serious at the same time. “Have you ever journeyed onto land before?”

The woman could hear him getting closer to the shore once more rather than see him while she acclimated herself to standing on the dreary beach. There was no sense of freedom nor relief, but she only lifted her chin to look at the surrounding land, taking a step further away from where the water lapped at the shore. 

At the compliment, Lorelai’s head dipped in a quiet nod, though she wasn’t exactly facing the specter to really be sure he understood its meaning. Still, she was more trying to get used to the sight around her. 

After a moment, she looked back out over the water from whence she came, surveying it without the clarity she normally possessed. It was always interesting, she thought, to do so and see the differences between the modes of vision. Once that was done, she looked back to Thresh finally, offering a small smile. “No, I have been on land before, but never the Isles proper. I have been on the land of Bilgewater a fair few times over the course of my life, but I do not think I could ever get used to doing so... If you do not mind, much as I’d love to explore more of your homeland, I must remain here. I cannot stay out of the water for long.”

[the-king-of-the-river]

Dinner with a Demon

[lorelai-theseamistress]

the-king-of-the-river

Tahm hopped up from his chair as gracefully as one of his stature could manage, sweeping over to retrieve Lorelai’s bowl from her and taking it off to the side, where he laid it carefully, almost gently, on the floor next to the exceedingly gentle simmering cauldron. Checking the temperature, he nodded sagely to himself. Just hot enough to keep it warm, not hot enough to cook it anymore than it needed to be.

Lifting the lid, he took a sniff, and smiled widely. Étoufée, prepared nowhere near as fancily as some places in Bilgewater took pains to do it. Merely a mixture of rice, crayfish, crab and roux, nowhere near as watery as the starter. He reached for his ladle, and then for three larger bowls, scooping a generous portion into each.

“Now, I hope you enjoy what I’ve got next. Étoufée, with crayfish and crab,” he heard himself saying to her. “Rather a Bilgewater and Serpentine tradition, this one. Ain’t got a clue where the name came from, sounds far too fancy for our lot.”

He turned, balancing the three bowls carefully, before walking over to her and placing one in front of her. He nodded to one of the spoons to her side, a non-verbal invitation for her to begin eating whenever she felt she was ready. Making his way back to his own seat, he put the two bowls down and sat down with an excitement that was clearly visible to anyone.

“If you want more sauce, there’s plenty more. Just say,” he told her, rubbing his hands together with glee. “In the meantime, enjoy.”

She was neither surprised not perturbed when the demon rose with alacrity to retrieve the bowl that she had only just finished emptying. He took it to the cauldron he’d taken such pains to care over and the woman only raised one hand to rest her chin on her palm and watch him. He seemed to care so much about it all, even though Lorelai herself had certainly never had such cuisine and therefore no basis of comparison. If he’d done anything wrong in the preparing of such dishes, she would never be able to tell.

The idea that Tahm Kench, feared and revered demon of the river, might go to such lengths in her company brought a smile to her lips that hinted at amusement. That she might trust him enough to let him was another thought altogether, but perhaps one to be pondered at a later date. Lorelai had all the time she could possibly hope to think about thinks by her lonesome anyway.

At the mention of crayfish and crab, her eyebrows rose fractionally. This dish, perhaps, would suit her a little better if it had something more familiar to her in the mix. That it might have originated from another nation beyond those closest was a... surprising delight. “Perhaps...” 

White eyes dipped to the bowl that was placed back in front of her before she plucked the correct spoon he indicated from the table and watch him seat himself just opposite of her once more. 

For a moment, she did not eat, but only pursed her lips and observed, fingers idly flipping the spoon over in her hand slowly. “I must say, you have outdone yourself with such preparation, my dear Kench. Then again, I would venture to say that, when it comes to cuisine, you are more then likely quite familiar with the subject, yes?” 

She watched him still as the spoon came to still and she moved to retrieve and try a mouthful of the Étoufée. 

[lorelai-theseamistress]

thelanternwretch

“What a shame! You should be able to explore these Isles at your own caution.” Thresh tuts, shaking his skull like someone who came upon a tragedy and was trying to act as though he felt bad. “I am no captain, and I can’t say how much I command the Isles itself but you absolutely have my permission to set foot on them, should you so desire.”

He indicates with a hand out behind him to the dreary looking beach, the waves crashing against the rough beach and worn but sharp breakers near the shoreline, foam getting stuck in crevices of the rocks. “I can’t keep an eye on you all the time if you decide to explore. Keep in mind to keep your wits around you.” The fire behind his skull flickers ominously, serving as a secondary warning to the siren of possible danger littered around the island.

To see the skeletal creature outwardly react in such a way brought forth an amused smile. It would seem as though, whether he truly meant it or not. Thresh were trying to look at though he cared or felt sorry for her apparently awful predicament. As a general rule, she didn’t think much of it given that he was one of the more prominent creatures of the Isles, which she knew to have been long corrupted. The specters who haunt it were not truly likely to care about much beyond themselves to her knowledge.

Still, he had said just about exactly what she needed to hear and her head turned to face look at the shore for a moment. 

In silence, she stepped over gradually closer to the beach, stopping once she was just at the water’s edge where it receded with every wave, not far enough for its recession to leave her out of it. She could go if she wanted to now for a time, though she turned to look back at the sea and across it, white eyes almost brighter than normal. If Lorelai left the water, she’d no longer be able to keep an eye on her domain and uphold her legend. She could never be gone for but so long if she had the chance at all. Not on land. 

Turning, she placed one bare foot on the beach and simply stood for a moment. Without turning to face Thresh again, she spoke with one foot still within the sea foam. “All lands have their treachery, as do all bodies of water. Only a fool would go into any place and leave their wits at its entrance.” As she spoke, Lorelai moved to step wholly on the land for now, venturing a step further and looking at the island before looking back to the sea, her eyes having lost what glow they once had.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Dear Tahm, you have traveled far and wide, have you not? Tell me of your experiences in the far-off lands. Ionia, perhaps?

Why, my dearest Lorelai, of course I should oblige a request from you of all people. There ain’t any other creature on this bountiful land I should accept a suggestion from with more glee than you, after all.

Now, let’s begin. I’m sure plenty of you have heard of my run-ins with the Lily of Ionia- Sayuri, her name bein’. If ever there was a human I’m more impressed and infuriated by, I ain’t met them yet.

Sayuri was everythin’ an Ionian Queen should be, ‘cept p’rhaps the fact she weren’t a Queen at all, just someone of immense influence. She had wealth, and land, and kindness in buckets, and most important of all…

She had my unrepentin’ attention.

Y’all know of course, that I am particularly persistent. I am, if you will pardon the expression, a dog with a bone, and I ain’t one to let anythin’ go. And Sayuri? She’d captured my attention as much as any human could, and she’d got my fury just as much as my attention. I was fumin’, see, that any human could beat me. I’ve not been outsmarted much in my life, and I still ain’t quite used to it.

So I decided it was time to try again.

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[lorelai-theseamistress]

What is the human fascination with the size of their privates. 

Why are they like this.

[the-king-of-the-river]

“Some of them like to believe it makes them worth more than others. It don’t bother me, now, Lady Lorelai. I consider it yet another investment opportunity. ‘Course you’re far too graceful and noble to be gettin’ involved with such audacity.” 

[lorelai-theseamistress]

“That, I am well aware of, but thank you for your... concern nonetheless.” 

[lorelai-theseamistress]

What is the human fascination with the size of their privates. 

Why are they like this.

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“My favourite of all the creatures this side of Bilgewater and my most priceless business associate.”

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I was in the mood for some bloody Jax. He was supposed to have his weapon next to him, dropped from his hand, but I’m too lazy to draw his naginata.

[lorelai-theseamistress]

@thelanternwretch said:

Save me a bite. <3

“No. This arm is mine.”

“The rest of the body, however, is over there if you wish to retrieve it.”

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[lorelai-theseamistress]

That feel when the sailors think they can get away without paying your toll.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Dinner with a Demon

[lorelai-theseamistress]

the-king-of-the-river

Tahm laid his spoon down, reclining in a satisfied fashion. His eyes wandered to the other large, iron cauldron, where the main course stewed gently. He hoped it wouldn’t be overcooked, although he pushed that thought from his mind when Lorelai finished talking, switching his yellow-eyed gaze to regard her in what seemed a strangely fond fashion.

“And that neutrality of yours suits me just fine,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “I ain’t an argumentative soul, and in all the years I’ve been the King of Serpentine, I ain’t ever picked a fight with no one.”

He seemed proud of that fact- omitting, of course, those who came wandering onto his territory however innocently. There was no such thing as innocent trespassing.

He changed the subject. “How’re you enjoyin’ your starter there?” he asked, tilting his head in query. “Mind you leave room for the main course- I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of native cuisine as I’ve been today. I don’t want to have misjudged your hunger and made more than could be eaten.”

A laughable concept. Whatever Lorelai didn’t eat was going to end up in the same place- him. When it came to leftovers, he had a weak spot that wasn’t so much of a spot as a region, and it was as the humans said- waste not, want not.

It was exceedingly strange to see any kind emotions surface on the face of a creature quite like Tahm, a literal demon in some form, but Lorelai was unperturbed and only offered a quiet smile in return as he spoke. 

Seeing that he was ready to fill her silence, she returned to the task of eating spoonfuls of the starter he’d so generously supplied. It still seemed somewhat odd for her to eat something more out of human culture than what she was used to but it was a... pleasant strange. It wasn’t as if she were not open to such experiences, she simply did not get to have them but every so often.

His mention of neutrality and the lack of picking fights brought an almost mischievous glint to her otherwise blank eyes, able to fill in the lie of omission he had just told. They were so similar in that respect. 

As for his question, she lowered her spoon to idle in what small amount was left of said starter now. “I would say so. Though I have little to go off of for comparison to such cuisine, I find it to be surprisingly pleasant.” Tapping one pointed nail gently against the bowl, she allowed her gaze to wander to the main course as it was mentioned. 

“As for what else you have prepared, I do believe that I should have plenty of room left for it.” Offering a sharp-toothed smile to Kench, she went about finishing off what was left of the first serving before gingerly placing the spoon to rest in an empty bowl and folding her forearms on her end of the table.