Jun 29, 2021
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ref for my dnd oc ! Loke my beloved
How advanced and widespread are prosthetics in Aebrex? Is Lokiras leg a outlier or around the norm
Neither strictly common nor particularly uncommon. They're most often used in the military—particularly in Xactha to keep soldiers up and fighting, however, they do tend to cost coin and material. Obviously, if you're in the military already they provide you with the prosthetic though at the expense of personalisation and they tend not to last that great in the long run. Those that get them from particylar craftsmen, however, while cost more and require more just in general, they do have a better fit and works better for customisation in the aesthetics department and if you're a witch.
As for Lokeira, his prosthetic is rather old and is falling apart. There is nothing new about his which is why he needs the extra support with his tail.
Here’s some of that smut I promised you a while ago. Lokeira and a gender neutral mc mostly just being awkward.
Lokeira has always approached you with an awkward sort of intimacy that you can never tell is due to inexperience or some sort of hesitance—or perhaps fear—that stems from a wariness of you. Perhaps, you fear, it is a bit of both. His lips press gently against your own, his eyes scrunched shut as he persuades himself to relax into your embrace. His kisses, as everything about him, are clumsy, as if he never quite learnt what it meant to be in love.
Despite his obvious trepidation, right down to the way his lips curl around his quivering sighs, covering up the sounds that might otherwise be permeating the air, you push through it. His fingers, though, they dig lightly into your hips through the fabric, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin as they dip up under your shirt. You giggle, bringing him closer with a strong squeeze, pressing forward into the kiss so that Lokeira doesn’t have to. You already know the deepened intimacy is what he craves.
Your shirt quickly comes off, followed by your pants, far too impatient to waste time groping through clothing when you could be touching bare skin. As for Lokeira, his tunic stays on, hiding the ragged scars that run deep over his chest. Though it is as flat as he always knew it should be, something went wrong as it always does, leaving him scarred and all torn up inside. He still hasn’t quite gotten used to being seen without a shirt. And for now, you’re content not to push it. His lower half, however, is fair game. Though his hips and thighs have always been a source of discomfort, he trusts you enough to touch and be touched. He melts against your hands as you work at his trousers, pressing his mouth against your ear as his breaths become laboured.
Within a few moments, you separate so he steps from his slacks, kicking them somewhere off to the side with an impatient grunt. Like all things with him, the action that was supposed to come across as sexy only seems awkward in Lokeira’s hands. You chuckle and pull him to you again, pressing back onto the bed as finally you manage to shuffle your way there. Though Lokeira likes it against the wall, and you are often happy to oblige, it isn’t to your taste today.
Before you can run your fingers back over his bare body, Lokeira presses a hand to your shoulder, pushing lightly away from the hungry kisses that threaten to pull him back in. For a moment you prepare yourself to stop completely, bringing your hands back to cup his face as you search his eyes for any sort of hesitance. There are some days where it becomes all too much for him—his body and the differences he is unwilling to change. There was once a time when he pretended that the sex was what he wanted, that physical intimacy didn’t make his body scream for him to stop.
When he locked himself away and didn’t eat for a week, you knew that couldn’t be repeated.
But you know, now, what he can and can’t take, what triggers his discomfort and what takes it away. You know he loves it when you trace the scars over his chest, know he won’t ever allow you to use your mouth anywhere near his torso. And you’re okay with that. You all have your issues.
“Do you want to stop?” You ask and, going wide-eyed, Lokeira shakes his head violently, as if the gods have taken hold of his very soul. He lurches forward and kisses you once more, settling into the crook of your neck after but a few hurried pecks on the lips.
“No, no, love,” Lokeira says in his soft voice, gently tracing the ragged purple scar on your abdomen as he lavishes your skin with kisses. “I was just… Hmm, I just wanted—no, what I want is—I wanted to ask you if…”
Lokeira turns away, having trouble voicing his wants as he bites his bottom lip. He sucks in a breath, tail swinging back and forth in agitation as he struggles with himself to voice his desires. You chuckle and press your fingers to his own stomach, relaxing him slightly as you graze over the scars underneath his tunic.
“I can’t know if you don’t tell me.”
“I know that!” Lokeira stammers, pushing his fingers through his hair in irritation. He grinds his teeth with a furrowed brow, shifting in your lap in the only way he does when frustrated with his own incompetence. His sharp teeth sink into the inside of his cheek as his eyes graze your face. If he could blush at all, he would, but as it is, he simply shudders. “I have a—There’s a prosthetic.”
“You mean your leg, or…” You can’t help but tease, appraising him with your gaze. His ears swivel back to sit flat against his head, a petulant look in his eye as he pouts. Despite it all, you know he loves it when you tease. One could call it a form of foreplay, perhaps. You’ve never bothered to call it much of anything.
“I mean,” Lokeira grumbles impatiently, leaving you briefly to go rummaging around in his pack beside the bed. There’s the clinking of glass—you assume the potions he takes every few weeks or so—but you’re distracted by the tunic riding up his back, his bare rump wagging in the air as he hangs half-off the bed. His tail swinging back and forth is mesmerising like a pendulum. You don’t dare to reach out and grab it; there is a time and place for spontaneity with Lokeira, but right now is not that time. “I usually use it to feel more myself on off days—though usually it just, just gets in the way when I’m out on a job—or…” Lokeira briefly shifts to look at you, ears flat again against his head. He looks sheepish. “Or never mind. You know what I mean.”
He returns to his previous motions, growling out a curse as he struggles with the items in his pack. Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out what appears to be a belt of some kind, until you recognise it for what it is. Ah. You chuckle a little. Lokeira didn’t need to be so nervous. Men like him sometimes used to just shove socks down their trousers, but there are prosthetics now—like the one held nervously in your lover’s shaking hands—that serve far better than any flimsy bundle of cloth. They, generally, have multiple uses.
“I mean you don’t have to. I’m perfectly comfortable—”
“Yes,” You decide promptly, curiously pulling Lokeira closer to get a better look. Your hands once again slide their way under his tunic, thumbing lightly at the scars. He relaxes against your shoulder, not seeming to care as you take the prosthetic from him and begin to put it into place. You’re not entirely sure how it’s supposed to work, but you assume you’ll come to learn in time.
“Are you sure?” Lokeira splutters, eyes wide as he pretends not to notice your eagerness. Almost as if he expected you to decline. He pulls you into a kiss, pressing you back against the bed with his own enthusiasm, tail wrapping absently around your ankle. Gently, you let out a short chuckle, patting your hand against his wood and metal leg. He doesn’t need words to know when you’re certain. When he pulls away, he bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning. “Okay, just—gods, this is embarrassing—let me…”
Lokeira trails off, running the tips of his fingers down your body as his brows furrow in concentration. You have no doubt he’s holding in his nervous laughter, and you distract him with another pat, this time on the thigh. “Sweet,” You coax him gently, jerking your head in the general direction of the stand beside your bed. “Oil first.”
“Oh! Yes. Sorry, I forgot.” Lokeira babbles, reaching over you to paw inside the drawer. You chuckle as he returns with a jar of jasmine-scented oil. All but a must when it comes to the throes of passion. He peers down at you before pulling you up into a kiss, absently tracing the lid of the jar with his clawed fingers. You quickly take it from him before he gets any ideas; he’s not putting those talons inside of you.
The affair is perhaps slower than you’d like, but it’s been a while since you’ve been anything but the more dominant party in your relations with Lokeira. It’s less sexy than you imagine you wanted it to be, but you suppose sex isn’t all that sexy in the first place, not like you’d been led to believe, anyway, and you soon give up trying to look attractive for this beautiful man when you just want to get this segment at least over and done with. Lokeira spends his time lathering the prosthetic up with oil in turn, expression a little dazed as if uncertain that you even agreed at all. But you’re still here. And so is he, so what other alternative can there be?
When you’re, gratefully, finished, you decide to sit up, taking Lokeira’s hands and pressing a kiss on each of his hands. He’s long since given up trying to live up to an impossible standard of manhood, and simply lets himself splutter abashedly, ears swivelling forward and tail hitting the bed as it sways excitedly in the air. Slowly, you straddle his thighs, earning a sound of confusion as he cocks his head. For a man who looks more akin to a goat than anything else, he sure acts like a cat, and the thought draws a giggle from your lips. “Let me do the work,” You explain, and Lokeira simply nods his head, his chest rising and falling just slowly enough to be excitement rather than fear. You’re more experienced than he is, and you’d rather not hurt either of you.
Satisfied with how everything’s turning out you press a reassuring kiss to Lokeira’s lips, cupping his thin cheeks as you slowly ease yourself down onto him with a soft sigh through your nose. It’s an odd feeling, being filled this way, and your mind is a little bit airy as you brace yourself on your knees. Lokeira mumbles something and nuzzles into your chest, his tail coiling excitedly around one of your ankles. You’re not entirely sure what it is he said, but you’re sure if he wanted an answer to it, he’d repeat himself. Instead you curl some of his silver hair around your fingers, and tug, earning you a delightful little groan in response.
You rise with little difficulty, closing your eyes as you feel the oddly textured prosthetic slide out of you. It almost feels like real flesh but… not quite. Biting at your lip, you sink back down once more and roll your hips, feeling Lokeira’s claws dig into your sides with a gasp. With your urging, he begins to shift his own hips in time with yours, pressing his lips and teeth clumsily into the flesh of your neck. Neither of you speak, the only sound between you is the panting and the moans, the slapping of skin, the horrible wet sound that comes from the haphazard kisses you share.
Lokeira sighs your name between kisses, a desperation colouring the tone of his voice as his previous, almost shy, movements turn surer. You snort a little, knowing it’s only because he’s desperate. You can feel the pressure in your groin like a knot tying you up, you want to reach for it, claim oblivion and let yourself fall right off the edge, yet at the same time you want to watch Lokeira squirm some more underneath you. Both options are tempting, to be sure.
You hear your name again, mewled out between heavy panting as Lokeira nuzzles against you, but then his voice is muffled as the two of you go racing closer and closer to the edge. His hips stutter, arms tightening around you and hindering your mobility. You’re close enough now that you have no problem letting him do the work. “… ve you” You hear the beginnings of a sentence against your skin, but the words sound awkward and unrehearsed.
“What—what’s that?” You manage out, pulling Lokeira’s hair again so his mouth is free. His cheeks are flushed, pupils completely dilated, and a stray bead of sweat falls down the side of his face. He grins a little shyly, and in that moment he’s surprisingly lucid.
“Love you.”
You gulp, the words momentarily knocking you off-balance. You don’t think either of you have ever taken that step before—a part of you was hoping you wouldn’t have to. Yet, even as a slight shiver of fear chills your blood, you’re still warmed by Lokeira’s body and it’s so easy to mirror those words right back at him.
It doesn’t take either of you to finish after that, and when the two of you are laying in a heap, the prosthetic tossed carelessly on the floor, you’re comfortable. “Was that okay?” Lokeira whispers, and you know he isn’t talking about the sex. Rolling off him, you settle into the bed with a sigh, gently tugging on one of his horns to bring him closer once more. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, you bury your face into his chest as a response. His heart—it doesn’t beat but he’s warm regardless.
Lokeira is adorable. All the male ROs have made me wanna top the hell out of them but I’d sub for him too if he gets all cute and smug like that.
Let Lokeira top 2k19
But just... what is it about the men I write that make people want to top them? I mean, I 100% endorse it and you can quote me on that but...
Wait, i read that short between herron and lokeira (oh my god i think i butchered the name im so sorry) and was wondering is there actually a poly route between the two?
Yes there is! The two can get together throughout the course of the game and MCs can romance one or both of them. I’m going to try and see if I can further define that by allowing them to be in a relationship while one of them is simultaneously in a (consensual) relationship with the MC, but that’s quite a ways off at the moment.
I’m also considering adding more poly options, or even just adding the option for some characters to form relationships with one another because it seems that with a cast so large it would be inevitable. Idk how anyone would feel about that though.
Poly Herron and Lokeira fluff? uwu
Seems a bit too funny to be fluff but…
“And what is this?” Lokeira holds up a soggy book, dripping with what you hope is just water. Herron gives the both of you an incredulous look and snatches it from his fingers.
“It’s a journal from one of the old custodians of this place, it’s really very useful—”
“It has an entire ecosystem of mould!” Lokeira growls, snatching it back and trying to open it with little success. He gives Herron a look, his dark brows forming a tight v as he gestures to it and looks at you, “How do you at all live like this.”
“Hey,” You say defensively, hands raised with a coy smirk on your face, “You seemed to have no trouble with it when I walked in on you—”
“—There was no where else to do anything! Neither of us expected you to just…” Lokeira says hastily, his ears folding flat against his head as he turns away from you to at least afford himself some dignity. Herron chuckles through a yawn.
“Barge in. You know, as you do.” Herron offers you a wan smile, a brow raised as he calms Lokeira with a chaste kiss to the cheek. He huffs and turns back to you, pouting, his shoulders hunched. “They’re my quarters, I don’t see how you have a say in what goes on in them.”
Both you and Lokeira stare at Herron incredulously, the both of you suddenly turning on him for his careless comments.
“Really?” Lokeira starts, his claws curling into the collar of Herron’s robes, “Sometimes, I am what goes on in these quarters. I can make that no longer the case.”
“Where did this even come from?” Herron sighs, ruffling his hair as he turns to stack books.
“Oh, I don’t know,” You pipe up, placing a hand between his shoulder blades, “Maybe when you constantly started to work here day in and day out and, wow, you got sick of all things.”
Herron seems to think for a moment, his eyes closing briefly as his fingers tap at the timber of his desk. Slowly, he turns to face you and Lokeira, drawing you both into a hug. “Maybe… Maybe we can make some compromises.”
Speaking of polys will it be started with 1 relationship & then the other afterwards or everyone at the same time?
It will probably depend.
For the herron/Lokeira one that is planned to go either way depending on how quickly you get into a relationship with one. If Herron is single and/or poly with mc, he will be with Lokeira from a certain point in the game. And vice versa with Lokeira. Mc can come in later if they want as well.
For Severa/Cal that will be a case of either or as well, though that would depend on whether you encourage Severa to persue Cal as they are not a guaranteed pairing. If you're just friends and encourage her you can come in later with both of them, if you're in a relationship and encourage her you can either be with Cal together or just Severa. Or so that's the plan.
Putting it in practise may be a bit harder but we'll see.
💢 🍧 🚆 🌠 + Druvel & Lokeira
Here you go! The original post is this if some of you don't know what this is about!