#sephet

[the-iron-orchid]

@sephet

he uses the oven as storage and only owns a kettle and a coffee maker for food?

Close! So far there’s nothing but a tiny bar-type sink, a minifridge and a coffeemaker, so far I haven’t even been able to fit a microwave in there lol

Bonus: found some readymade cup noodles models to stack in the shelves lmao

[knight-engale]

I kind of imagine her sounding like Marisha Rey doing her Beau voice from critical role. Kinda deep throaty woman's voice with energy and and like charisma.

You are so correct. That's really similar to how I imagine her sounding!

[daisydevorak]

🌿 🐄 🐝

Thank you for the ask! 🥺

🌿 Herb: What is a scent you find relaxing?

There are a lot of scents that are comforting for me but the most dominant ones are:

- during a thunderstorm

- freshly cut logs

- horses (this one's odd but idk I've always liked the smell)

- a kitchen after a long session of cooking or baking

- my cat (idk what she smells like but she smells soft and sweet, kinda fruity, and when I cuddle her it's very comforting)

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

There are a lot of blogs I like, some of which are:

@the-iron-orchid she's been a very good friend to me and her renders are just perfect. She also writes a lot of smutt and it's so well written 💕

@ask-doctor-devorak I love how mod cherry draws their answers and I've asked a couple myself, I love how they interact with their fan base and how soft their responses are.

Honorable mentions: (close friends of mine/mutuals that shares a lot of my stuff so I'm really happy when I see them in my notifs)

@julian-devorak-toasts-my-buns @bottomvalerius @fawngz @vesuvian-disaster @morgandevorak @foxfirefallout and many more I'm sry if I forgot anyone ily and my head is just bad at remembering names 💕

🐝 Bee: What is a video game that you find comforting?

Skyrim skyrim skyrim, there's a reason why Daisy's personnal gate is just LITERALLY Skyrim's landscape. I have more than 1600 hour played and still counting. It's my favorite game of all time 👉👈💕

[nvvermore]

“I wish you had of just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.” - angst prompt

Is There Somewhere

“I wish you had just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.”

words: 1438

cw: intoxication, sexual harassment, light blood/injury

Accompaniment

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Julian was absolutely shitfaced. Amaryllis was mostly sober, and had decided they would stay that way as soon as they arrived at The Raven that night. On an average night they would describe him as drunk by the end of it, So why Julian was stumbling over his feet and words when it was only just past ten was beyond them.

When they swiftly slipped into their usual booth, surprisingly enough it did not take Julian very long to come join Amaryllis.

“My dear! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you allllllll night!” He announced, falling into the bench across from them. Thankfully, his hands were currently free of any drinks.

“You don’t look like you’ve done much waiting at all.”

“You took too long, I got bored.”

 “Sure. Ilya I’m not here any later than usual, you realize that?”

“Ah! Then you’re right on time, I’m going to get you a drink. And one for me too. Or two?” Before Amaryllis could stop him he was off again, quickly making his way to the bar on his long and slightly unsteady legs. Amaryllis had just decided to zone out until he returned, when a man approached the table.

“You Leroux?” He asked, looking over his shoulder. Surely he already knew the answer. Amaryllis sighed, very discreet already. 

“I’m not working tonight, I’m busy babysitting.” They explained with far less charm than usual. Somehow, the man took that as an invitation to sit down next to them. Another sigh. “Was I not clear?”

“Not working yet, or maybe with me it won't be work at all.”

“You’re already being quite the piece of work.” Amaryllis makes no move to scoot away from the man, or give any outward indication that they might be uncomfortable. And they weren’t really, just annoyed on the basis of not wanting to deal with anyone else tonight.

He puts his hand on their thigh. “Fine, work it is then, and I tip real well.” Amaryllis acts like they don’t feel a thing.

“I doubt you have the common decency to do so.” Glancing out into the rest of the tavern, their eyes catch on a head of auburn curls headed back this way. Amaryllis had to deal with this quickly. They were just beginning to conjure a strong suggestion spell to make the man do as they say, but Julian’s arrival beat them to it.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, a stein in each gloved hand. He sounded a little less belligerent than he did a few minutes ago, trying his best to sound stern.

“Buzz off dude, we’re busy.” He squeezed Amaryllis’s thigh, and while they remained indifferent, when Julian’s eyes caught the action he did not. In a flash, the steins were slammed onto the table and the man was being yanked to the floor by his collar. Definitely more vicious than Julian usually operated in fights, but he’d never before felt the need to get someone away from Amaryllis so strongly.

Once the man was on the floor Julian stepped around him, plopping down into the spot he had invaded moments ago. To Amaryllis, Julian this close was a more than welcome presence. He leaned back against the bench and splayed his arms out, staring the man down with a cocky smirk.

“Buzz off, we’re busy.” He mocked, and Amaryllis had to physically bite down on their desire to laugh. The man was clearly angered as he got to his feet, and if Amaryllis had expected what happened next, they would have mustered up that charm after all.

The man reeled back and delivered a swift punch right to Julian’s face. He jolted back up onto his feet at the impact, no hesitation as he threw himself into a fight with an opponent he knew nothing about. Another sigh from Amaryllis. Julian got into bat fights often, but never when this drunk and always as a sort of game. Two people would agree to fight, with rules, people made their wagers, and when Julian was involved Amaryllis stood by for healing afterwards. This was not any of that.

The two were throwing punches, many of them missing completely or were just ineffective from both sides. Hopefully the man was a shit fighter or just as intoxicated at Julian. Amaryllis’s suggestion spell wouldn’t work now with the man’s focus no longer on them.

Thankfully, before Amaryllis could come up with a way to end this that wouldn’t get them hurt, the man hit the ground hard, and Barth was approaching the scene.

“Devorak! What in the world?” The bartender asked, disappointed but not surprised at the scene in front of him. Julian’s lip was split and bleeding, and there was a sizable gash across his cheek. Amaryllis glanced to the hands of the unconscious figure on the floor, who had several rings on each of them. One of them they recognized instantly, the seal of a crooked family that resided in the Heart District. While Amaryllis didn't recognize this particular member, they had experience with the family before, and they were a kind of trouble Julian did not want to get into.

“Ce salaud was harassing me, and Ilya stopped him.” Amaryllis explained. Barth nodded, glancing between the three parties. “Though, we're going to need a room to lay low in, I can't get him home like this. And when he wakes, tell him his assailant was hauled off by the guard, and don't give him names. I'll deal with the rest tomorrow.”

“Ugh, alright. Next time maybe don't knock out whatever kinda bad news he is? Now I’ve got to deal with his sorry ass till he wakes.” Barth complained, but the amused grin he spoke with revealed otherwise. Julian, seemingly out of bravado for the time being, flushed and attempted to stutter out a sentence.

“Er- well, I can- let me ah. Clean up the mess?” He offered, wringing his hands together.

“Yea, your own mess of a face.” Barth then turned to address Amaryllis. “Take him upstairs and work your magic, would you? Take the third room on the left, on the house. My thanks for taking care of the trash.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Amaryllis mock saluted as they rose from the booth. Julian looked mildly offended as they support his weight all the way to the stairs.

“H-he's not the pirate here, you know.”

“Oh? And you are? I still don't believe you.”

“But it's true!”

“Mmmhmmmm…”

The pair make it upstairs without incident, Amaryllis sitting Julian onto the bed, where the exhaustion thanks to what just occurred finally hits him. Armed with a damp rag they sit next to him, tilting his chin about to get a better look at the damage. They hadn't noticed before that his nose had bled too, but all the cuts had already started to clot up. Another sigh.

“You know, It doesn't bother me when you get into fights, but I wish you had just done it for the thrill of it.” They dragged a thumb across his bottom lip, over the cut. Julian took a sharp intake of breath, which Amaryllis did their best not to react to. Passing over again, with magic this time, it was now healed. The only evidence it was ever there at all was the dried blood. “But now you’re in deep shit.”

“Who was he?”

“It's better if you don't know. I'll take care of it, you'll be fine.” They went about healing the rest of his injuries, then gently cleaning the blood off his skin.

“Will you be? Are you okay?” Amaryllis saw the genuine concern on his face and tried to avoid looking directly at him.

“I have it under control. And it doesn't matter, I've had much worse happen. He was merely a pest.” Julian remains oddly quiet as they help him out of his boots and gloves, to the point Amaryllis has to check to see if he'd passed out. Eventually, they get him in the bed and under the covers. “I'll get you some water, you're going to be hungover and sore-” Julian's hand grabbing onto theirs stops Amaryllis in their tracks.

“It does matter, you know.” He mutters, face a little too squished up against the pillow. Before Amaryllis can find the words to argue back he’s out cold, snoring lightly. Gently, they rest his hand back on the bed. Against their better judgment—  the one that tells them to keep their distance, tonight being a great example of why— they run a hand through his hair, brushing his curls away from his face.

“Sweet dreams Ilya,” Amaryllis whispers, “Thank you.”

—

[fullyfunctionalapprentice]

30. Sharing A Bath/Swim -- Would your very tall man like to meet my very short Lake in a public bath or something =3

If you asked a geologist, they would tell you that the old, old city of Vesuvia is built upon a river delta, flowing over limestone channels between outcroppings of granite. If you asked Turel, he would tell you that Vesuvia is, mostly, built on Vesuvia.

He might tell you that cities have a heartbeat: a pulse one may take in the rythm of gentrification and disrepair, a stratification of mansions built on the foundations of ancient breweries, when all of Vesuvia lay within the Heart District's stone walls; of cool echoing baths, their walls still showing, here and there, the ghosts of mosaics - built when the South End was the lair of wealthy merchants and lesser nobles, now serving the tenants of the boarding house built above it.

The only thought on his mind, as he sank to his haunches in the deepest part of the pool, was relief. Scrubbing off in the chilly water from the pump outside his shop might remove the soot and dust, but nothing brought the feeling of *clean* like half-floating in warm water, the soft golden glow of rune-lights turning the world through half-closed eyes into a kaleidescope of restful amber and indigo, the tiled wall pleasantly cool where his shoulders and the back of his head rested against it.

Into the indigo and amber came a shape of ivory and cobalt, bright even in the half-light. Turel opened his eyes a little more, to assess the newcomer and offer a crinkle-eyed smile and a nod of welcome; grinned a little to himself as, closing his eyes again, he heard the man splash the water with his foot like a cat.

Some things are irresistible. Turel had done that too.

Even more irresistibly, after a spell of mutual quiet, was the jig that came skirling in, from whatever weird trick of accoustics and also, probably, the vielle player in the second-story flat across the street. It was the kind of tune that reaches into the human hindbrain and says "dance!" And so, when Turel glanced across the pool to find the blue-haired man eyeing him speculatively, it was only natural to rise, and, eyes alight, offer him a hand.

There was only a heartbeat's hesitation before warm, slim fingers grasped his and the fellow stepped smoothly into his lead. On solid ground, he would have had to stand on tiptoe to touch Turel's face. In the water, that made all things light, he flew, they both flew - in rythm with the music, if not in time, gliding where it skittered, laughing when the notes ran circles round them, and it was the easiest thing in the world for him to give just a little leap and kiss Turel between the eyes at the end of a breathless spin and the jig's last crescendo.

It was not the city's ancient pulse Turel felt as he wrapped his arms around the blue-haired man, but theirs, both of them, slowly calming. He leaned his cheek on top of the other's head, and let out a long, contented breath.

"...I'm Turel. Thank you for the dance."

[felassan]

“5 Female Characters I Love” tagmeme

I was tagged by @polymolly. Thankyou! :D

For DA, because I can’t not, it’d be: Morrigan, Cassandra Pentaghast, Merrill, Flemythal and Sera. But I wanted to fill the meme for non-DA stuff.

Tali’Zorah vas Normandy (MET)

Vetra Nyx (MEA)

Michonne (The Walking Dead)

Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher franchise)     

“5 Male Characters I Love” tagmeme

polymolly also tagged me for this one.

For DA, it’d be: Felassan, Fenris, Cole, Solas and Alistair Theirin. For non-DA franchises:

Garrus Vakarian (MET)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Jean Kirstein (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Klein / Tsuboi Ryoutarou (Sword Art Online)   don’t @ me asdsdjdbf

Shane (Stardew Valley)

I’ll tag @dalishranger, @cooing-lamia and @sephet, as well as anyone who sees this floating by and wants to give it a go! :)

[arirashkae]

a-taller-tale replied to your post “just throwing myself a pity party [[MOR] I’m just tired of being...”

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sephet replied to your post “just throwing myself a pity party [[MOR] I’m just tired of being...”

*hugs* 'your time is not your own' is a shitty twilight zone to live in and I'm sorry you have to deal with it.

Thanks ❤️  I’m just feeling really down because I hadn’t realized how bad things had gotten until I decided to look up when I’d last played Stardew Valley, and then all of that hit like a ton of bricks

I’m gonna make an effort to start reading and watching things again. I refuse to let this place suck the life out of me

[the-iron-orchid]

WRT: The Floof

I was afraid I was going to have to make Asra’s hair completely from scratch, and let me tell you... you are not wrong lmao

Fortunately I found a model that I think I can kitbash, but it’s still going to be a tremendous amount of work! What’s on the model right now is actually two mirrored instances of a single hair model, to get the right amount of floof. While I don’t have to start from absolutely nothing, I still have to make custom texture maps, adjust the shaders, and tweak the individual curl geometry by hand in Zbrush to get more accurate shaping.

As it stands right now, the hair has about 40,000 polygons: