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🏨 Lyn and Irigan?

🏨 - Sleeping position

Irigan: Either curled up on his side under a pile of furs or sprawled out on his stomach

Lyn: On his side, taking up the least amount of space possible >v>

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Sort of a drabble, it got really long >v>’ It’s also 2:30 AM so it’s. Largely unedited and I didn’t fact check like, at all

Lyn crouched among the shadows cast by sunlit trees, hands planted firmly on a boulder as he crouched in an attempt to locate the lizard that had just escaped underneath it. 

"Come out," he pleaded softly, turning sideways to try to look under the boulder.

"Please?"

He was exhausted. Three consecutive days of working late and now this. He'd been trying to get a new potion right for weeks, and determined he needed plain lizard scales. Coming by a suitable lizard, however, was the hard part. Mostly due to having to brave the dangers of the day and snag one of the sun-loving critters. Moonlight often wasn't enough to bask in, especially in a dense and lush forest like this.

Lyn desperately wanted to just go hive and sink into bed, it must be just like a cloud waiting for him, he hadn't lain down on anything softer than the couch in three days and mostly slept at his desk. But he'd resolved not to go hive today until he'd caught just one lizard.

Pressing his chest against the ground Lyn squeezed his hand under the rock, ignoring the upset bugs and feeling blindly around for the lizard. Hearing an animalistic huffing and snorting he looked up, cheek pressed against the boulder, to be staring directly at a wolf standing not ten feet away. He froze, and the wolf bared it's teeth, saliva dripping from ivory fangs. It was a massive, jet-black creature, with a hunched back and abnormally long forelimbs. Lyn recognized it almost instantly. Werewolf.

He swallowed hard, making an audible gulp, and slowly began to remove his hand from under the rock. An attempt to ease himself up so he could get to his wand earned him a savage growl.

Werewolves were not easy to work with. Unpredictable at best, they were driven by a cursed rage and insatiable hunger. This one seemed relatively tame considering it hadn't yet torn his face off, Lyn grimly noted.

"Hello." Lyn kept his voice level, hoping there was at least a portion of a troll's mind in there. Though he wasn't sure his face would remain untorn even if there was.

"I'll...I'll be on my way. Don't worry." He smiled nervously, again trying to push himself upright, and the beast charged. Startled, Lyn threw himself back, causing the wolf to misjudge it's snap towards him and sink it's teeth into his shoulder instead. Lyn fell backwards, the wolf landing heavily on his chest. The beast leapt over him, in too awkward a position to try and attack, and Lyn had already flipped over onto all fours to face the beast again.

He rammed his hand into his inside pocket and finally drew his wand, jabbing it at the wolf as it again lunged for him.

"Eilas ces!"

The wolf froze in place, and Lyn sank to the ground, partially from relief and partially due to sheer exhaustion. The spell was draining, and it wouldn't last long.

Lyn became aware of the blood streaming down his arm and chest and dared to look nervously at the bite. He could immediately see two deep, gaping holes, the grey skin and tissue torn in bloody carnage. Tucking his wand behind his ear and pressing his palm to the bite he got to his feet, finding his other arm to be entirely useless and practically limp. He couldn't bring himself to move it, and so it hung in front of him as he began to stumble away.

He'd leave the wolf where it was. He couldn't risk trying to take it back to his hive now, with only one arm and his innate magical fund practically spent. And he certainly didn't want to deal with the troll it would turn into during the night.

Lyn wondered how much blood he was losing. He wasn't terribly aware of all the veins in a troll's body, and for all he knew he was actively dying. He supposed it wasn't too painful, the adrenaline hadn't worn off yet. Though he wished it would already, he couldn't stop shaking.

He pushed open the door to the abandoned hive he'd temporarily taken residence in and closed it behind him, immediately leaning against it and sliding into a sitting position. Now the adrenaline was wearing off, and he wearily pulled down his jacket and peeled away the blood-soaked shirt to take another look at the injury. Lyn cringed again at the sight of it, and got weakly to his feet to shuffle to the bathroom. It needed to be cleaned, and a wolfsbane poultice applied. He pulled off his jacket and shirt entirely, rediscovering that his injured arm was indeed useless, and began the tedious task of cleaning the bite.

He hoped he actually had wolfsbane. With it's toxicity, treatments for lycanthropy were time-consuming and often misapplied.

Looking at the bite in the mirror, Lyn furrowed his brow. It likely needed to be stitched, which led to him digging further into the first-aid kit on the counter to get the suture needle. At least he kept it threaded for these kinds of emergencies. Smelling blood, Sera wandered from her bed in Lyn's room and whined worriedly. Lyn smiled nervously, weakly holding out his bloody injured hand to her, and she licked his fingers. He went back to pulling the suture needle from the kit and took a deep breath, before plunging the needle into his skin.

"Fuck!" 

Lyn swore under his breath, but pulled the needle through and pushed it into the torn skin on the other side of the puncture, successfully stitching the skin. Maybe he had wolfsbane, but he knew he had no numbing potions or anesthesia. Nor was there time to go looking for either.

Sera paced anxiously behind him, whining and crying increasingly louder as Lyn worked.

"Quiet, please, darling."

Lyn hushed her after snipping the thread on the first puncture, and shakily wiped his brow with a deep breath. Sera quieted with a final chirp and sat on her haunches to nervously lick her chest. Biting his lip, Lyn plunged his hand into the kit again for the surgical thread. His hands shook violently, and it took half a dozen tries to just get the thread through the hole.

Sera went back to pacing. Lyn spent a minute trying to tie the thread before grabbing his wand and swirling the tip over the end.

"Keta."

The thread tied itself, and Lyn went back to stitching his injuries. It took him an hour to stitch just the ones he could reach. He didn't dare ask Sera to fetch the wolfsbane for him, in case she accidentally ingested some. Leaving the bathroom and staggering towards the sanctuary, Sera followed and then darted to his side for him to lean on.

"Thank you, dearest."

He ran fingers sticky with half-dried blood through the thick fur on her shoulders, and continued his dizzy stumbling through the santuary doors.

He would have to treat the bite within three hours to diminish the effects of lycanthropy, and the more aggressive the treatments, the better the results. The sun was setting, which relieved him greatly as the light was far better on his remaining eye. Lyn made his way to the greenhouse, Sera waiting patiently at the entrance as he leaned on the counters covered in plants. Thank god he was so organized, he thought. The plants were labeled and ordered alphabetically, so wolfsbane would be at the back- If it was here at all.

And it was, thankfully. He pulled a few of the plants up by the roots, noting to plant more later, and returned to his hive with Sera allowing him to lean on her. Lyn worked feverishly, cutting away and cleaning the roots and grinding them into a meal for the poultice. His own blood would be enough to neutralize the poison; With the injuries already stitched, he cut into the back of his arm and let the blood drip into a vial and tapped it with his wand.

"Ces."

The blood immediately split into different parts in the vial, the plasma at the bottom and the bright teal coloration at the top.

"Keta-"

Lyn gestured, guiding the top layer out of the vial with his wand, and carefully added it to the wolfsbane meal. Blood naturally contained antibodies which would bind to and neutralize the poison...In theory.

Holding his still-quivering hand over the meal he closed his eyes and focused, gaseous strands of raw magic forming from his palm and fingertips and drifting into the meal. Embuing medicinal treatments this way greatly increased effectiveness and sped up the neutralization process. Of course, it would increase the potency of the poison if it were not successfully neutralized.

Too exhausted to be thorough, Lyn spread part of the meal on a gauze pad and applied it to the bite, and then bandaged it. Still shaking, drenched in sweat and blood, and too weak to even consider going to his room, Lyn collapsed against the wall and quickly fell asleep leaning against the table leg. Sera quietly padded over to settle her head in his lap, curling around him and folding a velvet wing over his lap as well as she could.

Lyn woke feeling dizzy and feverish. He reached blankly for his chest before realizing he wasn't wearing his jacket, and as such, didn't have a pocket to reach into. With a faint groan he closed his eyes again, and Sera raised her head. She gave his hand a reassuring lick and went off to the bathroom, returning with his jacket and plopping it onto his lap.

Lyn opened his eyes again, and gave a faint sigh.

"Thank you." 

He mumbled, reaching out weakly to scratch her head thankfully. She was further away than he realized, and he only grasped thin air. Quickly giving up he reached into his jacket to pull out a pocket watch, and stared at the face of it for a solid thirty seconds before accurately registering the time depicted. Only ten, he'd hardly slept three hours.

Lyn sighed, and used the wall to push himself to his feet. His knees felt like jello, and he barely got two steps even while leaning on the counter before he had to stop and breathe.

He dug into his jacket pocket again, retrieving a number of potions of varying sizes and bottles. It took him a solid minute to understand the words on each label, and he finally picked the fever-reducer. He chugged it, and immediately gagged, as he hadn't eaten and the taste was foul. He kept it down, however, and shivered. 

"Sera...Be a dear and...And get me something to eat, will you..?"

Lyn slowly sank into a sitting position again, resting his forehead on the cool edge of the counter. Sera huffed determinedly and marched over to the kitchen across the block, pulling open the fridge and nosing through it before picking an entire block of cheese. Failing to keep her fangs from sinking into the wrapper, she carried it over to him and dropped it on his lap with a chirp, and then returned to the fridge to bring an apple as well.

Lyn smiled faintly and laughed at her endeavor, and successfully managed to scritch her head this time.

"Thank you, you did wonderfully."

Sera huffed happily and sat down in front of him, watching as he broke off a chunk of cheese from the block and slowly ate. His nausea subsided after a few minutes, and he managed to finish most of the apple as well as another chunk of cheese.

He sat still for another few minutes, silently petting Sera, before regaining enough strength to get to his feet. Lyn shuffled to the kitchen to throw away the apple and replace the cheese in the fridge, and returned to the alchemical station where he'd fallen asleep, peeling away the bandages on his shoulder to take a look at the bite.

It didn't look infected, thankfully, and he felt glad that the fever could hopefully be accredited to just the lycanthropy. He changed the poultice and the bandages and made his way to his room, finally collapsing onto his bed to go back to sleep. Sera made one of her rare decisions to sleep on the bed with him, grooming his hair before falling asleep on the pillow next to him.

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Annoyingly cheerful morning person or a night owl who sends cryptic texts at 2am? Last words more likely to be, “I can’t believe I let you idiots talk me into this” or “Hold my beer”? If they were the last person on Earth (or wherever they live), would they let themselves go natural, naked, and free, or stay immaculate Just In Case? Do they spend vacations/trips following a perfectly planned itinerary or near-comatose in bed for 70% of it? Hera, Nihl, Lyn, Howler and Irigan?

Annoyingly cheerful morning person or a night owl who sends cryptic texts at 2am?Hera: Annoyingly cheerful evening/morning person, sort of. She’s definitely more of an evening troll than most, she wakes up before dusk every night. She’ll only be particularly grouchy if she didn’t get enough sleep.Nihl: Definitely the cheerful evening troll. Unless he’s been drinking or couldn’t sleep.Lyn: Night (day?) owl who sends cryptic/incoherent texts at 2pm. He’s probably only awake because of work.Howler: Absolutely sends cryptic texts at 2pm. Irigan: Neither, but he wakes up pretty early most of the time.

Last words more likely to be, “I can’t believe I let you idiots talk me into this” or “Hold my beer”? Hera: It’s equally likely to be either, honestly.Nihl: “hold my beer” without a doubt.Lyn: More like “Look, a dragon!”Howler: “Hold my beer cigarette(?)”Irigan: Could be either.

If they were the last person on Earth (or wherever they live), would they let themselves go natural, naked, and free, or stay immaculate Just In Case? Hera: Prrrobably not. Clothes protect you from a lot.Nihl: Within the first hour of somehow becoming the last troll on Alternia.Lyn: He’s too shy to go around naked. Shirtless, maybe, but probably not.Howler: He’d keep his clothes and his shitty aesthetic.Irigan: He’d wear pants but that’s it. No shirts ever again.

Do they spend vacations/trips following a perfectly planned itinerary or near-comatose in bed for 70% of it? Hera: Planning it out. She likes to have a lot of different experiences to talk about when she gets back.Nihl: A mixture of both. He’ll plan to be comatose in bed for most of it.Lyn: Mostly planning it. There will probably be unplanned hospital visits, however, because that’s just how he is.Howler: Absolutely comatose.Irigan: Neither. He’ll just do whatever he feels like at the time.

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Ⓐ Idalin and Lyn?

putting these under cuts now bc theyre longer than i realized

ATTRACTIVENESS:

   repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

   grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

   not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

   never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

   i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

   i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

   worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed

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Because I just had to go digging to find what kind of magic Pharin specialized in

Kairos specializes in necromancy and, by extension, healing magic. They are also proficient in enchanting and channeled magic (Casting spells or commanding raw magic/magical creatures via staffs or wands). Their source is lunar and sacrificial energy (Sacrificial is a similar method/offshoot of soul energy)

Cerres specializes in glamour and transformation/illusion magic. She’s also proficient in destruction/elemental, as well as channeled, and has studied other schools of magic in order to teach them. Her sources are lunar, tectonic, and natural.

Lyn, similarly to Pharin, is proficient in enchantments and alchemy, but specializes in channeled. He is also skilled in portal/teleportation magic. His source is volcanic and lunar, mixed with just a bit of natural.

Nirael, Kairos’ ancestor, specialized in destruction/elemental magic and dabbled in necromancy and mind/body control. His sources were volcanic, tectonic, and soul + sacrificial.

Aeleia, Cerres’ ancestor, specialized in enchantments, specifically on people, aka curses/blessings. She also was very proficient in glamours and illusion/transformation magic. Her sources were sacrificial, lunar, and volcanic.

Pharin, Lyn’s ancestor, was skilled in enchantments, specifically rune magic, and alchemy. His sources were once lunar and natural, but now he’s linked only to natural. Due to his curse draining his own magic, he can easily exhaust himself or subject himself to magical overload, and thus cannot rely on more powerful sources than natural.

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27,28,29 Lyn

27. What is their preferred mode of transportation? Good question...he probably goes on foot most of the time, but if its too far to walk but close enough that it’d be a waste to teleport, he might employ a beast to ride

28. What causes them to feel dread? I can’t think of much, tbh. If he were younger/human he’d certainly feel dread over tests and deadlines though-

29. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?Not at all. The basis of Lyn’s character is that he’s brutally honest, so he’d def tell the truth. Even if he’d try to put it lightly if it was particularly unpleasant/tragic.

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pops in, Lyn and Pharin humanstuck AU

Pharin is Lyn’s uncle, struggling with a painful skin condition (or “skin condition” if magic secretly exists). His previous occupation is unknown but it is known that it used to be a huge part of his life before his condition made him incapable of working.

Lyn’s a 20-something wildlife biologist taking care of Pharin. Instead of a manticore he has a pet dog and two cats. The dog was raised when the cats were adults so it acts more like a cat. Pharin is. Okay with the pets, but he prefers the cats.

(He can be seen letting the dog sleep on his bed with the cats when Lyn’s not there, though. All the animals are very careful not to jump/step on Pharin too.)

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15 For Hera, Anya, Alt, Nihl, Lyn, Irigan and Autumn?

15: When offered a treat under the promise that they'd get a second treat if they just waited 5 minutes before eating the first - Would they eat it right away or would they wait patiently?

Hera: She’d wait like four minutes and then eat it, and then demand another treat

Anya: She’d nibble it and then hide it behind her back when asked if she ate it or not, saying that she didn’t.

Alt: He’d eat it and then cry when he doesn’t actually get another treat

Nihl: He would eat it right away and then probably cling to his lusii’s leg until he got another.

Lyn: He’d wait patiently and then share the second one he got.

Irigan: He’d throw a tantrum at having to wait, but end up pouting and waiting five minutes before eating his first treat anyway.

Autumn: He’d wait, and then hoard both treats.