#saeth

[starlightaxis]

Gig outfit!

Made a shirtless version under the cut bc why not :3

[drowsystar]

Saeth be like If you see me being manipulated by Polaris DO NOT SAVE ME . I am EXACTLY where i want to be

[birb--birb]

its fascinating seeing my character's backstories change from "past issues I was dealing with in therapy" to "current issues I'm currently dealing with in therapy"

[faejilly]

Hey, so thanks to @alexanderlightweight linking @saeths armed prophets & @beatperfume adding #jailbait murder baby Alec is so important I'm re-reading Machiavellian and I feel the need to share Asmodeus' first impression of Alec:

EVER! BEEN! IN!

🤩🥰🤣

[gafellique]

A bunch of doodles for an RP my friends have going rn. Yes, it is an AU version of children's books I didn't even grow up with lmaooo turns out that's the easiest way to get a big group motivated. We having fun!!

[herodraeth]

Rhannu’r cae - paritioning (sharing) the field note - for blazoning, use phrases as they appear here in place of “per pall, per chevron etc” or replace Yn with Rhannu’n in place of “party per pall, party per chevron etc” for tiercings, Rhannu (party) is replaced with Teirannu (tierced) Per Fess - Yn Llorweddol (horizontally) Per Pale - Yn Dalsyth (uprightly) Per Bend - Yn Groeslinol (diagonally) Per Bend Sinister - Yn Groeslinol Wrthdro (flipped diagonally) Per Bend Inverted - Yn Groeslinol Traphen (Diagonally upside-down) Per Bend Sinister Inverted - Yn Groeslinol Wrthdro Traphen Per Chevron - Yn Saeth (into an arrow) Per Chevron Inverted - Yn Saeth Traphen Per Pile - Yn Gwm - (into a valley) Per Chaussé - Yn Agendor (into a chasm) Per Saltire - Yn Sawtyr Quartlerly - Yn Chwarterol Gyronny - Yn Betalog - (into petals) Pily - Yn Gymoedd (into valleys) Checkered - Yn Sgwariog (into squares) Lozengy - Yn Ffenestri (into windows) Barry - Yn Wregys (into belts) Paly - Yn Bileri (into pillars) Bendy - Yn Fandiau (into belts) Chevrony - Yn Saethau (into arrows) Tierced per Pall -Teirannu’n Fforchog (tierced forkedly) Tierced per Pale - Teirannu’n Dalsyth Tierced per Fess - Teirannu’n Llorweddol A field - Cae

[upsetfawn]

all of my vessel babies all in one place and they have proper refs now!! I’m super happy bc there’s this thing that I’ve been thinking of doing and this was part of step one. putting the rest under a cut cause I kinda got lengthy and I love talking about my ocs so...

time to introduce them! first up is Saeth! My grouchy soul archer who trains/lives/harasses (but not really) Oro in the Kingdom’s Edge! They were a renowned fighter in the Coliseum until they had themselves handed to them on a silver platter and they were dumped like everyone else. Oro found their body, and knowing his brothers would haunt his ass if they found out he had abandoned someone in need, took them home with him. and several weeks later, when Oro was in need, Saeth helped him  with his injuries. its a mutual partnership, a “you scratch my back, I scratch yours”, but its mostly silent, with understanding looks and gestures, but occasionally if one or the other is feeling lonely, they’ll talk things out or have a friendly spar. Saeth is more to shoot first and ask questions later, and they’re not around to make friends (but Oro is a special case). they get annoyed at the smallest things and will fire a warning shot if they’re getting impatient.

Blot is next! my happy go lucky, queen’s gardens dwelling child who just wants to love the world and hug everything in it! they are based off of @sothequeensays ‘s au, where some vessel’s carapaces are different colors, depending on the amount of soul and void used in their creation. in Blot’s case, they have more soul than void, but things still managed to balance out in the end. since they take more after their mother, they have teeeeeny tiiiiiny nub fingers that somewhat help them grab hold of things, but not by much, they’re more for precise digging in and anchoring, their pointed feet help in that as well. as such, they are one of the many vessels who take care of the gardens long after everyone is gone. and being alone for so long...they are very touch starved and all they want to do is hug anyone who seems friendly and be around them.

lastly is Maple, they are, or were, from the greenpath/fungal wastes border where Osian, my blue banded bee (more on him later) found them! Maple was very hostile at first, as they were constantly defending themselves from mantises, and didn’t quite know if Osian was a friend or not. but Osian is quite determined, and could tell that Maple was just scared, and with his determination, patience, and gifts of food, he eventually won them over and brought them up to Dirtmouth. Maple works there in Osian’s tavern and inn, doing what little odd jobs the bee can’t do if he’s busy, or dealing with rowdy customers who can’t obey the rules. with Maple one has to earn their trust first, and when they do Maple is a strong reliable friend, sympathy is an odd thing for them but they’re starting to get used to it, but if that trust is broken, you better hope Osian better hold them back because their pin-like nail is lethal.

[tobythewise]

Malec, Canon Divergent, Wing Kink.

This takes place when Alec goes to Edom to rescue Magnus. In this, Edom manifests people’s warlock marks/Nephilim wings. 

This place makes Alec’s skin crawl, his stomach nauseous. He keeps putting one foot in front of the other, ignoring the giant elephant following behind him, just behind his shoulder blades. Edom has changed him, brought out his angelic features in a way that can’t happen on Earth. But he can’t worry about that, not when he’s trying to find Magnus. 

He looks around at the building he’s walking through, stormy clouds flashing overhead. He can feel Magnus, knows he’s getting close. Stepping into a room that reminds Alec of a messy library, his breath stutters. There, standing near the wall, with his back turned to Alec, is Magnus. Two huge, towering leathery wings stretch out behind Magnus’ back, black as tar. 

“Magnus?” Alec stutters out, his chest feeling near bursting with emotions. Magnus turns slowly, his left wing pulling closer to his back so he can look back at Alec. Magnus’ eyes widen, glowing beautifully yellow. 

“Alexander?” Magnus’ voice is soft, questioning, like he can’t believe his eyes. 

They’re moving, meeting in the middle of this room, clutching at each other tightly. Alec’s own wings reach forward without his permission, rubbing against Magnus’. His belly quivers with the touch, the softest leather rubbing against his feathers. It feels good but it also feels more intimate than anything else they’ve ever done. It sparks a flame in Alec’s chest, one only Magnus can put out. 

Magnus kisses Alec, pulling him back until he’s seated in the throne at the end of the room, pulling until Alec gets the picture and crawls into Magnus’ lap. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Magnus confesses, his hands sliding up and down Alec’s chest, like he needs to keep reminding himself that this is all real. 

“I’d come for you no matter where you were, Magnus.”

Their kisses grow more and more heated. Alec wonders if this place is affecting his lust, pulling it out of him. But then Magnus is biting at his throat and Alec can’t find it in himself to care. With a snap of his fingers, Magnus magically opens Alec’s jeans, his cock exposed to the air. He shivers, feeling wanton in his desires. 

Alec’s hands move towards Magnus’ pants but Magnus grabs his wrists, pushing them behind Alec’s back and using his magic to keep them there. Alec whines, his hips moving forward, silently begging to be touched. 

“I love you,” Magnus murmurs between stinging bites to Alec’s deflect rune. Alec is overwhelmed, so many sensations, so many feelings. His wings shiver and shake, spreading out in reaction to his feelings. 

Magnus’ big black wings curl around Alec’s back, stopping his wings’ motion, pinning them into place on his back. “Oh,” Alec breathes, lust threatening to choke him. “Oh, Magnus.”

“Hold still, my precious angel,” Magnus whispers, his yellow cat eyes dilating as Alec whimpers. The claws at the end of Magnus’ wings dig into Alec’s sensitive foliage, making him toss his head back and moan. He’s restrained in every way, completely encased in Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He closes his eyes and lets the pleasure crash over him as he comes over Magnus’ fist. 

“There we go,” Alec hears as warm wetness hits his belly, signally Magnus’ own release. In the aftermath, they sit together curled up on Magnus’ throne. 

“Not to be a buzzkill,” Lorenzo states as he enters the room. “But we really should be heading out.”

Magnus groans before snapping his fingers, cleaning them both up and releasing Alec’s magical restraints. “Let’s go home,” Alec whispers, a wide smile on his face.