#tamiel

[folisy]

I genuinely can't stop drawing, I'm having so much fun 😭

[corvusalbus93]

WIP Whenever - Meeting Tamiel

Thank you @spillingteanotpermitted for the tag <3

Tagging @elceewunjo, @missfortunetherogue, @ranger-jahen, @play-me-a-durge & @michanvalentine for whenever you have something to share.

Also check out my new Masterlist (pinned) for every snippet, WIP and one-shot, listed in chronological order (+OC stuff) -> Masterlist

A snippet from early into “Night’s Bane”. Following a lead, reports of a vampire in sunlight, Astarion & Nizana find themselves in a region haunted by various creatures of the night, including werewolves. The town they visit is more or less in lockdown, people fearing for their lives and mistrusting one another – so a vampire and a drow aren’t exactly welcomed with open arms. Eventually, they do come across a blacksmith, who hasn’t yet given in to paranoia and is the first soul they can get some reliable information from. And it turns out they are not the only outsiders in town. He takes the two back home as night falls, where they meet with the future third party-member – the tiefling bard Tamiel:

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As the smith went to light a fire, another voice chimed. "Happy to see our numbers are growing."

A pair of violet-glowing eyes greeted them from the dark above, belonging to a blue tiefling, who was sitting on a supporting beam. As soon as they spotted him, he grinned and leaped down, his light armour rustling as he landed. He carried a sword at his hip, but Astarion also spotted the neck of a violin peeking over his shoulder, between locks of long black hair.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I was starting to think we were the only sane souls left in this place."

"Depends on your definition of sanity, really," Astarion noted, a hand resting easy on the hilt of his blade. Just in case.

The tiefling laughed, either not having noticed or unbothered by the gesture. "I suppose it does. Tamiel Kas’yade, at your service. Sorcerer by blood, bard by profession."

“Nizana.”

“Astarion.”

Tamiel’s eyes brightened. “You are of the Absolute Adversaries? Truly?”

“Can’t say we ever called ourselves by that name.”

Nizana shrugged. “It’s better than anything Volo came up with,” she said, probably remembering her last conversation with him during Wither’s little gathering. “So yes, we are.”

As soon as he got the affirmation, the tiefling bowed, one foot forward like a dancer. “I’m honoured, though of course I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” He straightened up, a confident smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes as he clapped his hands together. “If we survive this, I do hope I’ll be allowed to learn more about your adventures first-hand. I’ve heard many a tale from fellow bards, but it is part of our profession to twist tales to suit rhyme and song, so it’s difficult to say what they may have added or left out.”

“I suppose we can share some stories, if you are willing to buy a drink or two.”

“Now, now; let’s first sort this mess out,” Astarion cut in. “From what we’ve heard it’s more than putting down a few rabid mutts.”

Tamiel’s smile faded, and he looked serious for the first time as he folded his arms. “Yes, someone’s leading this pack, and I don’t think it’s a werewolf.” It seemed he caught Astarion’s questioning look. “As I’ve mentioned, I’m a sorcerer, the wild magic afflicted sort. Makes it risky for me to cast spells unless I utilise my music, but I can still sense what’s going on around me. And someone is using powerful magic to invade the minds of people here each night.”

“Feeding their paranoia,” Nizana quickly concluded.

“For tendays now,” Tamiel confirmed, sounding less than enthused. “Won’t be long before everyone here has been driven completely insane. Haven’t exactly slept well myself in a few days, if I’m being honest. And I’m afraid all hell will break loose at the next full moon, about a tenday from now.”

“They’ve infected the people here?” A pack was bad enough, but a city with an unknown number of infected victims that were about to turn for the first time, would get ugly. They’d turn involuntarily and probably wouldn’t have any control over themselves. Likely, they would just tear apart whatever unlucky souls happened to be near. And with everyone staying home this meant friends, family – parents mauling their spouses and children in mindless rage. Astarion’s mouth twisted a little at the thought.

“Some were killed, others got away with bites from what I’ve seen. If the pack has born lycanthropes among them, there is no telling how many of the victims will turn.”

Just as he feared. Astarion took a deep breath, adding that particular problem to the list. “Oh, wonderful.”

[neonmetro]

project martyr designs ^_^

project martyr - comprised of a team of former researchers and weapon experts experimenting with souls for aishire corp., everyone who was involved in the first project martyr have been put into a killing game show whose prize is the winner's freedom and re-installation of their citizenship in novaturient

in order from left to right: reficul, peneume, kesabel, gadriel, chemosh, abaddon, beelzebub, azazel, samyaza, tamiel, arakiel, moloch, bezaliel

[vroomian]

god still receiving prayers from tami is so sweet to me for some reason. do others know?

Lucifer does and it’s — well there’s a fight! A huge fight! Lucifer doesn’t understand how Tamiel can still reach out after God rejected them.

Tamiel won’t stop praying. It’s the same as writing letters without a return adress to an estranged parent. You don’t have to forgive someone to love them. It just hurts more.

(A thought: Neither Lucifer or Lilith were paying much attention to the confrontation. Lucifer was bleeding out. Lilith was terrified and nearly blind with rage trying to save him.

Neither of them knows that Tamiel wasn’t rejected. She chose to fall.

I don’t think she ever tells them. They love her. They would never ask her to give up her home for them — Tami doesn’t want them to feel guilt over her own choices.)

[si-cucumber]

OC WEEK 2024

Day 2: Outfit Swap

I was throwing around tons of serious ideas for an outfit swap, but then @tinypigeonlord gave me a cursed idea. So here is Grand Duke Tamiel Thambahl rocking literally every outfit he puts on.

Timtam's swaps are as follows:

-Kasadya's dress

-His son Ozzie's suit (with bonus Ozzie in his dad's cloak)

-Asmodeus' tunic (??? is it a tunic? a coat????)

-Sidonai's negligee

[rileydaemon]

Inktober Day 17: Tamiel

[keyblade-knights-blog]

Travel Journal

Chapter 1

Planet Montressor Montressor Spaceport

A strange place unlike anything I've seen prior... I think. I have very few memories after waking up from what feels like the longest and most turbulent nap I've ever had. Montressor Spaceport is easily one of the roughest places I've ever visited as well; sure it has plenty of guards and plenty of law enforcement, but there's no denying what this crescent satellite is at it's heart. Specifically, it's a Port Town. And Port Towns are well known for hosting some of the roughest, toughest and most ill-tempered kind of people in any line of work or profession; sailors, entrepreneurs, and fishermen aplenty can be found here, all of them sporting tools of their trade, with one key difference. They don't sail out onto immense oceans to ply their trade, they sail the biggest ocean in the known universe; Outer space, the Sea of Stars itself. But stranger then Montressor itself is the people I fell into company with upon awakening from my strange slumber.

New Friends?

Gabriel

The creation of Dr. Lumen, a noted, but retired, Roboticist who wanted to create his next two robots not to fit a specific purpose, but because he wanted to create his own family. Though Gabriel and his sister Tamiel were created at the same time, Gabriel was activated a full minute before Tamiel was, making him the older brother, a job he takes very seriously. Generally timid and peaceful, Gabriel is not as ill-tempered or even rude as the people of the Spaceport, so he often finds himself running from confrontation more then he engages. Due to this, he comes across as cowardly to the people of the Spaceport, which stands in stark contrast to his sister Tamiel. That fateful day, Gabriel experiences a strange dream about a mysterious heartless and awakes to find the Heart of an equally mysterious traveler seeking refuge within his chasis. Good sense would have him want to remove the strange ghostly figure, but, for whatever reason, he deigns to allow him to stay out of little more then the goodness of his own heart... Tamiel meanwhile calls it him being a bleeding heart. Maybe Traveler and Robot have something in common. -----------------------------------------

Tamiel

The creation of Dr. Lumen, a noted, but retired, Roboticist who wanted to create his next two robots not to fit a specific purpose, but because he wanted to create his own family. Though Tamiel and her brother Gabriel were created at the same time, Gabriel was activated a full minute before Tamiel was, making her the younger sister of the two, a job she takes even more seriously then Gabriel does. Whereas Gabriel is timid and peaceful, Tamiel is a little spitfire who almost relishes in the harsh and untameable atmosphere of the Spaceport's rough and tumble characters. One can often find her picking fights and willingly seeing them through, often leading to Gabriel's own chagrin at needing to rush back in to pull her out or needing to drag her back home in fairly rough shape. She's seen as reckless by the people of Montressor, but she's at least well liked by the sailors and other roughnecks of the spaceport for being "Lovably feisty."

The day Gabriel awakens to the strange traveler spirit lodged in his body, her immediate response is to be both mystified and jealous, especially since the soul within seems just as rough, tumble and willing to fight as she is. He calls it self defense. She calls it eagerness to jump into the fray. Perhaps there is something they can learn from one another. ---------------------------- Me

The Traveler, the Dreamer, the Intruder... Whatever title you wanna give me, one thing is for sure. I am NOT from here. I don't remember who I was before all of this, where I came from or how I got into this predicament. All I really know for sure is what I *probably* looked like before it all went down; a young man with black hair, green eyes and a healthy tan. Heck, I don't even remember my name... I hope that changes though... I wanna remember more about my own past. My own history. Until then? I'll hang out in Gabriel's body and keep on recovering my memories bit by bit... How would I describe myself? Well... Tamiel once said I "Don't take guff from anyone" due to me sassing back a guy 3 times Gabriel's size for disrespecting him... And honestly, I can't help but think that sounds right. I don't like it when people disrespect me or undervalue me. Maybe I'm just temperamental? I dunno.

[kibu-me]

As you stand upon the edge Hanging in the balance And fate may fall down upon you While the Devil is knocking...