Hello Folks, for those who are wondering: I'm retiring from Tumblr

As said above, I am archiving both this and @autumna-potentia because I simply cannot write these characters in this enviroment anymore.

This has nothing to do with one specific person or one specific happening, it's just that the enviroment I curated for myself doesn't quite fit for my taste anymore. It might also be the fact that I am very picky with my own things, I am not trying to sound as if I am better than anyone here.

Every single one of the folks I followed are wonderful, I do not mean to say that they are not - and apologies for those who I have followed and talked with recently before making this post - it's just that my style of storytelling and writing doesn't mix well with others. No fault on anyone, except for my inability to adapt.

I'll be taking these characters and revamping and reusing their concepts for my own creative writing projects.

Again, I wish to apologise to those that I have just started doing things with or have never replied to. My discord will be shared upon request.

Take care. And may the hammer of creativity allow you to break through as many writer's blocks as possible.

Been feeling sick for a couple of days now... someone please knock me out till this cold passes

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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham (poly)

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, poly, threesome, pwp, biting & marking, probably ooc zhongli and al haitham, dragon!zhongli (bc of course it is), nicknames (pet, royal highness), slight dacryphilia, teasing, hints of possessive behavior, creampie, overstimulation, just- this is just pure filth okay? s h u s h

◇ a/n ◇ second submission for my ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ϟᴜᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ collab

ngl this was heavily inspired by the dynamics in azeru’s 3p nsfw asmr jshkdhdks

𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

little purple flowers marking your body make for the loveliest accessories, they think.

with every bite and tender massage of their lips, the small flowers bloom across the span of your bare skin; from your neck all the way down your thighs, wilting lilacs and fresh rose petals painted directly onto the tissue.

no other pieces of jewelry could compare, especially not those cor lapis necklaces and bracelets that the other man would constantly give you. you look better adorned in silver than gold, shine better in green than dull dark browns. al haitham tells this to you constantly, not with words but with actions and gifts rivaling the ex-archon: glittering silver anklets, silky green gowns that hint at the curves of your body, and quill pens from the feather of a hawk.

and like always, zhongli would merely chuckle and smile, musing about how youths are so competitive these days and how nostalgic it is to see someone so desperate, as if they have everything to lose… yet you’re still swamped by his romantic endeavors nonetheless - traditional gentlemanly courtships, flowers, gifts of gold, necklaces with a shiny looking scale that’s unusually large, dark brown layered with golden sheen, pulsing with geo energy as you tilt it under the sun.

despite all this, however, they make a fearsome duo. a team that works out wonderfully, a dynamic that makes you breathless and crave for more. it matters not whether they work together or against each other, for the end result is always, always the same.

truly, barely anything matters when you’re being pinned under zhongli as your trembling fingers try to wrap around al haitham’s cock. the latter's fingers, calloused and rough from wielding swords and pens, smear the tears falling down your eyes in succession as the ex-archon’s cock pounds into your sopping wet cunt from behind. your lips are lolled open, obscene sounds escaping your raw throat, eyes unfocused, brain muddled with pleasure. rationale and embarrassment have long since unfriended you, somewhen along your... third? fourth? orgasm, leaving you to bask in the assaults of pain and pleasure inflicted by your lovers.

a low growl is all the warning you get before zhongli pins you harder onto the bed, grinding deep in your quivering walls as the thick spurts of cum spill into your deepest parts, warming your belly and making you clench more against the throbbing length. his teeth make their home on a spot on your left shoulder, which is already decorated with bruises and hickeys - the sharp fangs of a dragon sinking against the sweaty skin.

“taking it all without complaints... how very nice of you,” the velvety voice is a tad hoarse, the gravelly texture of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “we’ve trained you so well, have we, darling?”

“quit dilly-dallying and switch with me,” your other partner huffs with a gruffer tone, green-red eyes narrowing at the half beast who is still curled on top of you like a dragon protecting its hoard of jewels, “your time was up since a long time ago, old man.”

“my, how generous of you to wait,” zhongli chuckles darkly, unfurling from above you and shushing your whines when you feel his half-hard cock grind against your sensitive pussy as he slides out, “apologies, my stamina is quite above average, you see.”

al haitham grunts in annoyance, though his expression quickly shifts into sheer adoration as soon as he repositions himself to take the lord of geo's place. with a lick of his lips, he presses a warning kiss and a nibble onto your right shoulder, before easily grinding the head of his cock into your leaking hole, the sensation ripping a deep groan from his chest.

“h-haith-am—!”

“hmmm? what?”

like a hawk playing with a mouse, he teases you; never giving you his full length, just rubbing against your outer lips, sliding in but never all the way. just his flushed tip prodding, poking, giving you a taste of what you could have.

“s-stop teasing….! j-jerk!!!”

“oh dear, someone made the royal highness displeased,” zhongli hums, kissing your knuckles.

“you shut up,” al haitham hisses, before affixing his gaze back onto your adorable pouty lips, “and you. what did you just call me?”

your lips part to form the insult, just as your boyfriend slams into you in one thrust. the syllables break into a high-pitched moan, haughty tone melting into needy desperation. your hips, bruised by the fingers previously digging into the flesh, tries to meet his sudden movements.... until he stops, presses your lower half back down, and repeats the teasing grinds on the lips of your pussy.

“i asked, what did you call me?”

“i’m sorry i'm sorry am sorry love, please-”

“that’s what i thought,” al haitham smirks cruelly in satisfaction at your compliance and you barely have the time to admire him when he starts jackhammering into you, his grip adding another set of bruises as he tries to keep your body steady.

your eyes rolls and your back arches, too far lost in pleasure to notice the two pairs of eyes admiring how your body twists and jolts so erotically. how the layer of sweat from your overexertion makes you seem to glimmer and glow, like a mesmerizing crystalfly that captivates their senses, fluttering and asking to be caught. how the spots of cum and the specks of dark lovebites spanning across your skin taunt them to leave more - more marks of ownership, more memory of heated lovemaking, more proof that you’re theirs and only theirs.

the gasps and moans from your lips are akin to a siren’s call to their ears, and it spurs al haitham to relent one grip in favor of playing with your throbbing clit. you’re mewling and trying to escape as soon as he touches the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but zhongli quickly grasps your hands, pinning them in place as he delves in for a kiss; a ploy to keep you in place and to muffle your pretty noises, much to the scribe’s displeasure. though, he makes no move to push the older man away, and instead immerses himself in the tightness of your pussy and the way you clench and gush every time he flicks your clit a certain way. it’s so addicting, the feeling of you around him, that he can’t help but indulge, indulge, indulge.

between a kiss that’s trying to steal your breath away and being ravaged like no tomorrow, the coil in your abdomen snaps, and you jerk against zhongli’s hold, knocking your teeth together as you squeeze your eyes shut. and yet, instead of retreating, your lover doubles down on the kiss, gulping down your cries and screams like they’re the finest aged wine. meanwhile, al haitham buries himself inside you as your cunt spasm around him, getting impossibly wetter with each pulse, with his fingers continuing to help you ride your orgasm in the best way possible. you’re still twitching when he starts moving again - just a few sloppy thrusts as he too reaches his end, spilling more of his seed inside you. your stomach feels hot and full, your legs weak from overexertion, and your breath so ragged it almost hurts to inhale.

with a satisfied groan, the platinum-haired male collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath and admiring your post-orgasm, blissed-out face.

zhongli, on the other hand, has kindly swept his hair back and given you some breathing space, although he’s still looking at you from his original position, a serene smile on his lips. his slender fingers lift your left hand and he places a fleeting kiss on your inner wrist. you give him a weak but appreciative giggle at the gentle display of affection.

the half-dragon hums melodically and moves to press his soft lips onto your palm, then your fingertips. and to your surprise, his lips open, long tongue flicking out to lick a strip from the base of your pinky up to the top.

you yelp as sharp fangs start nibbling on the base of your finger, transfixed at the erotic sight of half-lidded, lust-driven amber eyes staring right into your soul, a slight smirk on his lips as pearly white fangs flashed dangerously under the dimmed light, the pink muscle lewdly circling around your ring finger. it’s hypnotic, almost, and your mouth unconsciously falls agape, a shudder racking your body as the canines start to scratch and nibble and then bite. more tears prick your eyes, and you whine in alarm. zhongli relents, relaxes his jaw, and only then do you see the teeth marks around the base of said finger… it stirs something inside you; a ring of flowers, of promise-

ragged breaths hit your right ear and your eyes squeeze shut as another set of canines assaults your nape, along with a set of fingers still slightly damp with your juices interlocking with your free hand.

“ready for another round?”

“there’s still plenty of canvas space, after all.”

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟?

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Z’nhoyi Tia

The Basics –––

Age: 30-somethingish

Birthday: 16th sun of the 4th Umbral Moon

Race: Seeker of the Sun Mi’qote

Gender: Male

Sexuality: ??

Marital Status: Single

Server: Balmung

Physical Appearance –––

Hair: Black with brown streaks

Eyes: Olive Green

Height: 5′9″

Build: While he’s not particularly well built, he does have SOME musculature in order to use a bow and arrow.

Distinguishing Marks: Scar on his chin and across his brow.

Common Accessories: Bow and quiver, rolls of parchment, ink, quills, and glasses!

Personal –––

Profession: Historian

Hobbies: Reading, artifact collection, archery

Languages: Common Tongue

Residences: No set residence as of this time, as he tends to wander wherever history can be found!

Birthplace: Gridania

Religion: None

Fears: Ignorance, history repeating itself, dogs

Relationships –––

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: He has them, I just haven’t made them up yet.

Siblings: three sisters and two brothers (Unnamed)

Other Relatives: None of consequence (currently)

Pets: None.

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information –––

Smoking Habit: No Drugs: No Alcohol: Sometimes

RP Hooks –––

Your character is a scholar/nerd: Z’nh likes to travel to all places of study, museums, historical sites, etc. If your character is a scholar of any type, but particularly of history, it’s possible to have run into or know him.

My Bad: Z’nh has a habit of getting into trouble. A lot of trouble. Because he’s kind of a clutz. He’s book smart, but that’s about it. So chances are, if you’re a mercenary, adventurer, kind soul, you may have had to rescue him from danger at some point.

Your character is that “mom firend”: If your character feels a compulsion to take care of other characters, you probably know him. (I’m willing to work out pre-existing relationships.)

—More Information—

What I Am Looking For –––

Long Term RP partners: I like having people I know I can drum up stories and plots with. It’s hard sometimes with waning interests and such to stick to a thing, but I’d really like some long term friends.

Pre-existing Relationships: I am always willing to entertain these. It makes RP more flavorful.

Discord RP: Due to RL constraints, I can’t always hop in game to do RP. While I’m available most nights, it’s not often for very long periods of time. But I’m almost always attainable by Discord. Also, as I’ve not really leveled on Z’nh in game yet, he’s a bit restricted to where he can go.

What I Am NOT Looking For –––

ERP: While I have nothing against it and have participated myself, I’m not actively seeking it and it’s something I only do with people I know exceptionally well.

Being the punching bag: While I expect no small amount of Z’nh taking the brunt of jokes, especially considering how much of a ditz he can be, he is NOT here to serve as an OOC conduit for your shit behavior. 

About Me & my RP style –––

Hi, I’m Loxa, I’ve been RPing in forums since I was a teenager, so roughly 15 years or so. But more seriously in the last 7 or 8.

I am a stay at home mom. Meaning, I have free time to RP, but if my kid needs me or I need to do shit around the house, that takes priority. But I am almost always willing to work out times to RP and so on.

I love to plot. I love to come up with silly ideas and I LOVE headcanon/AU’s. I’m receptive and willing to hear ANY of your ideas and will more than likely find a way to work them into our RP.

I am very willing to work with you and your concepts. While I to try to adhere to lore as best I can, sometimes you just gotta make exceptions and bend the rules in order to have fun.

Availability/Contact Information –––

Discord: Contact me and I’ll give you my info

Balmung Server

Timezone: EST, typically afternoons and evenings until about 11 pm.

Tumblr DM: Veloxaraptor.tumblr.com

LFRP - Raziel Levinoir (Balmung)

Character Name: Raziel Levinoir

The Basics ––– –

Age: 27

Birthday: 3/2

Race: Elezen

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Thrice widowed, presently single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Of medium length, slightly wavy and like snow in color. Parted to the left on most occasions.

Eyes: Silver.

Height: 6’7”.

Build: Lean.

Distinguishing Marks: A darkened upper lip with a strip running down the bottom lip– a telltale mark of House Levinoir. His back is littered with scars from self-flagellation.

Common Accessories: A silver ring with a tiny container meant to hold poison. Occasionally used to store mints.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Toxicologist. Former inquisitor.  

Hobbies: Has several works and poems published under different names. Has written a few articles on torture techniques under the guise of anatomy teachings. Quill collector. Bird watching. Falconry. Is a skilled artist but doesn’t draw anything outside of body parts…

Birthplace: Ishgard.

Religion: Halonic Orthodoxy.

Patron Deity: Halone.

Fears: Death of a loved one. Being controlled.

Family ––– -

-House Levinoir is most known for being the founders of a blood-based poison lethal to dragons. When mixed with magic for humanoids it temporarily shuts down the connection to the aether. Depending on the amount used the effects can be permanent if applied consistently over a long period of time.

-The family business has moved on from dragons to suppressing and crippling the aether and, more recently, the void.

-Also they make some excellent wine B)

Spouse: Deceased.

Children: One, deceased.

Parents: Lucius and Delilah, both alive and well.

Siblings: The older triplets Lazarus, Amadeo, Desiderius and a younger sister Castalia. All alive and well.

Other Relatives: Scattered uncles, cousins and nieces etc.

Pets: None.

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal 

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful 

Additional information ––– –

Personality: On the surface he appears approachable and carefree, unburdened from the harsh wickedness of the world. He treats most people with a level of politeness that quivers on the edge of mocking.

The suffering of others is irrelevant in his reality, yet he would be the first to add onto the pile of hurt on a whim. Not even his charming smile can disguise the cold glint in his eyes.

Magical Abilities: Mastery over the healing arts for the sole purpose of making subjects last longer. 

Smoking Habit: Occasionally.

Drugs: Maybe.

Alcohol: Occasionally in events or after a long day.

Virtues: Perseverance. Orderliness. Knowledge.

Vices: Cynical. Capricious. Judgmental.

RP Hooks ––– –

Poison & Victims. Raz experiments with all kinds of neurotoxins and psychoactive drugs. As such those things need to be tested on live subjects. He is capable of catering to the unique needs of the buyer.

Ye Olde Ishgard. Previously Raz has worked in the Tribunal, hosted events and fought in the Dragonsong war. Surely he has worked with or seen/heard of other fellow Ishgardians. Bonus points for being long lost family or something hah

Birds. Always an interesting topic for conversation. Would be willing to buy (or even hire someone to steal) one that catches his eye. 

Supplier. This stuff doesn’t make itself and Raz isn’t about to be knee deep in mud for some root. He would prefer to have materials readily available and is looking for a local supplier. 

Looking for just about anything really. Acquaintances, past business partners, returning customers, love interest, bff partner in crime, pre-established or new friendships, enemies and so on

Contact Information and OOC ––– –

Discord: Apple#3463

Tumblr: Here or at @zengelus

Game: Raziel Levinoir @ Balmung 

Would prefer RP in Discord. 

I’m in the EST timezone. 

RP wise I’m up for anything and tend to match RP style. I loove plotting and exploring ideas. “What if” should be my middle name and no idea is ever too wild.

I expect OOC and IC to be kept separate.

Thanks for reading! 

LFRP - Lain Burwani (Mateus)

The Basics

AGE: 25 RACE: Miqo’te; Keeper of the Moon GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Pansexual MARITAL STATUS: Single

Physical Appearance

HAIR: White; Lain often dyes streaks into her hair in order to match her current favorite set of gear. EYES: Magenta HEIGHT: Taller than average BUILD: Slim athletic build; Lain is built like sprinting is a beloved hobby with a toned upper body from years of archery. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Lain has a thin diagonal scar that runs across the bridge of her nose from an errant bowstring that whacked her in the face when it snapped.

Lain’s face, upper arms, shoulders, and thighs are covered in a myriad of light grey-to-white freckles. Her mother calls this being ‘moonkissed’ -- blessed by Menphina at birth. If it’s imparted a boon, Lain hasn’t discovered it, but it’s kind of charming.   COMMON ACCESSORIES: Lain is rarely seen without a bow on her back, and dresses with typical bardic flair. That is, the miqo’te looks like someone who is constantly picking shiny stuff up to better decorate her nest with.

Her fingers are festooned with thin rings and in lieu of gloves, hammered gold is wrapped up and over her wrists in an intricate looping pattern, ending at about mid-forearm. Various trinkets are tied to her belt -- a golden spyglass, some climbing rope, glittering crystals and pouches giving off suspicious smells.

The large curled feather stuck into her chapeau looks to be a writer’s quill, which matches the vials of ink wrapped around her belt loops with so much twine. Rolls of parchment are stuffed into free pockets and her arrow quiver.  

Personal

PROFESSION: Adventurer-bard, tracker, bow for hire, amateur writer, persistently testing her luck and scraping by in deathly situations by the skin of her teeth HOBBIES: Travelling, writing, people-watching, room-reading LANGUAGES: Eorzean Common and a basic understanding of Beast Tribe languages. RESIDENCE: Vagrant -- Lain is an adventurer and wherever she rests her head is home. BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere deep within the South Shroud. FEARS: Lain has a great many fears. Drowning, uncontrolled fire, being trapped in a small space, abandonment and failure are the big ones.

Relationships

SPOUSE: None. CHILDREN: None. PARENTS: Reula Burwani, mother. Father unknown -- Lain has vague memories of him but nothing concrete. He was a poacher. Her siblings were sired by another man. SIBLINGS: Mhinx Burwani, younger sister, deceased.                   Reula’a Burwani, younger brother, deceased. OTHER RELATIVES: Vashti Burwani, aunt.

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / apathetic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks:

Lain worked closely with an enigmatic group called The Library, a Free Company sponsored by Sharlayan historians towards unknown ends. She left the Free Company quite abruptly and, while she keeps in contact with some of its Eorzean members, she doesn’t like to talk about her time among them.

Lain has found her passion in both adventuring and transcribing the stories of other adventurers, so that they will always be remembered. Do you have a good tale to tell? Lain’ll take it, and pay you for your time, too.

Lain’s a tavern fly and a consummate people-watcher. She likes sitting on benches in cities and watching the world flow around her.

In her youth, Lain was a poacher with a chip on her shoulder and violent tendencies to spare. She was apprehended by the Wood Wailers several times and constantly ran abreast of the Trapper’s League. She was eventually set straight just before the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

OOC Notes:

I’m jumping back into RP after some time away from it and would LOVE contact! I don’t ERP out of personal preference (I’m a fade-to-black-er) but other than that, I’m game for anything -- mature/violent RP, grimdark stuff, humor, slice of life -- you name it.

I’m cool with in-game RP and Discord! Send me a message on Tumblr for my Discord ID. :D

I also LOVE PvE, though I’m only...63 on my Bard as of writing this. I’m  working on getting Lain’s healer spec up to task as well, and I love doing FATEs and Dungeons/Raids!

Old Friends

It took her a while to get out of bed. While she normally slept within caves or on snow covered knolls, sometimes a bed was all too welcoming. Too comfortable. Her body ached, she didn’t want to move. But she had been lying here for hours. It was nearly mid-day! And she had to do something productive or she’d go crazy. With a heavy sigh, she pushed the purple sheets from her body, and forced herself up, joints popping, sending pleasant ripples through her weary bones and tarried muscles as she stood. Some of their energy returned once she stretched... but not enough.

Pulling back the silken curtain adorning one of her many window sills, she looked down. Twenty feet below, her new golems stood, still as statues. Part of her wondered if she should mold them to resemble Gilnean Gargoyles, but she shook her head. Instead... she just, stared off into the horizon. Elwynn forest was so peaceful in the rain. The birds were celebrating, filling the sprouting leaves and blossoming trees with birdsong. All while the other animals rested in their dens, only calling to each other from echoing distances. The pitter patter of the droplets on her window like music, a rhythm. It’s base, it’s beat, the quieted rolling thunder in the distance. This was either the calm before the storm, or the quiet aftermath of it. She didn’t know... she’d been napping for the last three hours.

“Well Emmy... you’d best get to work. No doubt your clients are waiting on those inscriptions...” she sighed softly, delicately pulling the first set of curtains wide open. Not caring enough to put anything on--she moved to the next, and the next; until the entire upper floor was bathed in clouded sunlight. It wasn’t as much light as any normal person would use, but her keen senses granted her the ability to see in the dark. Not that it was all that dark to begin with.

She spent the next few hours sifting through blank and full rolls of parchment alike, copying down the same spell configurations over and over again. She was thankful that the rain stayed it’s coarse the whole time through. The sounds of it were oddly relaxing to her, and kept her sane from frustrating sameness of it all. Tap tap tap, scratch, scratch, scratch... ugh, how she loathed it. She loathed it so much!

There was no satisfaction in it! She wasn’t learning anything new. She wasn’t developing anything new. She wasn’t practicing the old. And while she was helping others, she most certainly wasn’t doing it in the way she wanted! If she had to sit her naked butt down for one more minute she’d probably blow something up! With a huff, she dropped her quill and threw her hands up, leaning back in her polished mahogany chair.

The gesture itself though, was done with such vigor that she couldn’t catch herself in time.

“Hm?” she looked down, realizing the chair was starting to lean a bit too far back... uh oh. “OWAH! SHI-!” Thud!

A surge of minor pain reverberated through her bones as her head hit the floor. Her body rolling out of the chair until she was flat on her face, and her breasts smushed against the wood. “Ow...” she cleared her throat, glad nobody saw that. At least... that’s what she thought, but then she heard laughter coming from her mirror.

“Oh Sorve. Clumsy as ever I see.” a deep ghostly voice cackled from beyond. It’s tone blithe and plucky, smooth like the finest silks she could think of. At first she thought it was Lun’Altesh: The powerful manawraith who was formerly bound to her eloquent golden mirror. But while his voice was similar to the one she was hearing now, Lune lacked this one’s sense of humor. There’s only one manawraith she knew who joked like this... and she could hardly believe her ears.

“Hm!?” she shot up from the floor, brushing sawdust from her skin, cosmic gaze blasting towards the mirror. Could it be true? No...

Within the mirror, light and image refracted into dozens of small amorphous crystalline shapes spiraling towards a single point, extradimensional fog rolling outward from it like the storm clouds outside. It wouldn’t be long before the mirror became a window to another world. She could hear the calling of ravens and the flutter of dozes of pairs of wings, until, from out the fog, she saw a dark silhouette fly into view. It’s deep purple eyes peered at her from beyond the veil. It’s mannerisms, it’s movement... it was a raven. A raven she knew well.

“Pecky!?” She blurted out loud, shocked and dumbfounded to see such an old friend. Especially one she believed to be dead...

“Ah yes! It is I! The mighty Pecky! Tremble before my might mortals!” the bird in the mirror cackled again, wings spread wide and shaking. As if to be intimidating. But he knew better than that. He was Emmy’s friend, and she had nothing to fear from him.

“I- I...” she sniffled inward, bottom lip quivering... “I thought you were dead...”

The bird in the mirror tilted his head. “Me? Dead?” Pecky chuckled. “You’re not entirely wrong. The spell tore my spirit apart, It was painful, yes. But Sorvegosa, it was worth it for you, and your comrades.” he cooed. “Now dry those tears! Or I will force myself through the veil and aggressively peck out your hair!”

Emmy giggled softly, a little simper creeping onto her face. “Nuu! Not my hair!” she jokingly pleaded.  “I jus-” she took a deep breath inward. “What happened!? How’d you come back!?”

“Oh, it’s just rather hard to kill a manawraith. We’re nothing but energy. You know that. My energy get’s used up, and it just needs to recharge through eating. Same as yours. I was... reborn in a way. Enough of my essence was left after the spell went off that I was able to recover. How long have I been away?”

“Six months...” Emmy frowned.

“Six months!? Well. Seems I was lesser than I thought. Ah well! I’m here now! And I’m back! Now... please summon me before the one who inhabits this window returns. I don’t much fancy getting absorbed.”

“Er...” Emmy looked back, toppling many of her miscellaneous items over to get to the obsidian Raven’s skull she’d left on the table. “Alright. Astraius, with this skull I bind you, and with this, I call you fourth from the nether, and name you... Pecky! To me, Pecky!” she finished, her cheeks pressed far up with the largest smile on her face. So large, her cheeks hurt from the pressure, and so bright that she could light up a room. She hadn’t said those words in a long, long while. And now that she had... she felt happy.

Her partner in crime was back. Now it was time to get back to business.

(Also. On an OOc note... can someone PLEASE help me track down the name of this woman!? XD, she’d make an amazing face claim for Emmy! Just give her burgundy hair and BOOM! Emmy.)

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader- are you sure?.

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader warnings: sexual themes [barely there tbh] he/him pronouns used for reader *set during '8th' year for returning 7th year students after the war **reader is an actual 7th year and is a muggleborn ***Also reader is a ravenclaw and ron is probs a little ooc ___ "You've been staring at him for an awful long time," Hermione chimed, grinning at the redhead. Ron flushed, "I have not," He denied, "I just don't understand why someone would read at the dinner table." Both Hermione and Harry gave him a look that only resulted in his face rivaling his hair color, "I didn't see you having an issue with it since we've become friends." Hermione commented. 

"You actually ate while you read, he's not eating anything," Ron mumbled, "And I wasn't staring." "Sure you weren't," Harry grinned, "Maybe you should say something if you're concerned. His name is [Name] by the way, just in case you wanted it." "I wasn't!" His outburst caused the table beside the Gryffindors to turn and look, including you. Curse Professor Mcgonagall and insisting on house unity by round tables, if only they had their old tabes you wouldn't have been able to hear him. You only spared a glance at the loud Gryffindors before turning back to your book. "And.." Hermione leaned closer to the redhead with a mischievous grin lighting her face, "He's gay, if that was what you were worried about." "Hermione!" He hissed at the brunette, who simply sat back in her chair covering her laugh as Harry was on the other side of her. Ron tried to avoid looking at you, but after a solid five minutes, he couldn't help it. He glanced over to see you being chastised by Terry and shoving a plate of food in front of you. Ron was thankful for Terry at that moment, glad to see you roll your eyes and nodded as you started to eat. "See, you had nothing to worry about," Hermione chimed in. "Oi, shut it." He fired back, and this time he refused to blush at being caught, "Hey Harry, did you ever find out if we were allowed to play quidditch this year?" "Yeah, Mcgonagall said we should talk to Madam Hooch, that she would explain how the year would pan out," Harry explained between bites of mashed potatoes. Ron nodded, standing up, "Well, we should talk to her during free period tomorrow." "Where are you going?" Neville asked. "Just going to turn in early," Ron said with a wave of his hand as he walked away from the table. As soon as Ron was out of sight, Hermione and Harry turned to look at each other, and their expressions told each other they had the same idea in mind. "You'll talk to Luna, and I'll talk to [Name]. I can tell that he's going to be hopeless, so I suppose we can intervene now." The brunette said. "Will do, see you later in the common room," Harry said as he jumped up to make his way over to where Luna sat with Ginny a few tables away. Hermione watched as Ginny's eyes widened as Harry talked, but suddenly grinned in a mischievous way as she scooted closer to Luna and Harry to get in on the plan. "Hey [Name]?" Hermione said as she sat down in the empty seat beside you. You looked at the girl as she sat down and gave her a smile, "Hey, what's up?" She returned her smile, "I was wondering what you were doing for the next Hogsmeade weekend? It's two weeks from now, and if you didn't have any plans, I wanted to invite you to come with us this time." You were confused by her offer, seeing as whenever she talked to you, it was about school work and such. Luna introduced you two the trio and her other Gryffindor friends at the beginning of the year, and that's where you got your connection to them, but you have yet to truly 'hang out' with any of them. "If it makes you feel better, Luna is coming, and you're more than welcome too Terry!" Hermione added with a grin, as the other Ravenclaw was listening in. Terry blushed at being caught but simply nodded. You bit your lip, you have yet to go out on a Hogsmeade weekend this year, and it was already February, "I guess I'll tag along. I've been meaning to get new quills anyways." Hermione beamed and shot Harry a smile to where he was still chatting with Luna and Ginny, "Great! Meet us at the entrance hall at eleven and we'll have lunch together before we shop." -- "You didn't tell me he was coming!" Ron hissed under his breath as you and Terry bounced into the entrance hall. Well, you bounced in, Terry walked normally. Harry smiled innocently, "I didn't? I thought I said 'Hey Ron, by the way, the boy you're gay for is coming with us tomorrow'." Harry laughed as Ron blushed seven shades brighter than his hair and hastily covered Harry's mouth with his hands in embarrassment. "I'm not gay for him," He denied yet again. "Are you sure?" Hermione asked with a tilt of her head, "I'm pretty sure you are, and I'm pretty sure you should make a move. He's terribly sweet, I know he would at least give you a chance, even if he didn't return your feelings." Ron grumbled under his breath about his friends ganging up on him. "[Name]!" Hermione waved her hands at the two of you walked up, "Glad you could make it. We are waiting on Luna and Ginny, so once they're here, we'll head out." "Alright, thank you for inviting us by the way," You said with a bright smile, sticking close to Terry in a way that made a stab of jealousy wash through Ron. Harry smiled, "Of course, it's our pleasure. Ah, there they are, let's go now." He said as the redhead and blonde walked up hand-in-hand. The walk to Hogsmeade was rather loud with all the different voices talking and chatting about nonsense. "[Name]," Luna sang, "You should tell everyone what you told me about after you graduate." She said with a serene smile, making your stomach twist. She obviously knew something that you didn't. You blushed as all eyes were turned to you, "U-Uh, why? It's rather boring, I wouldn't want bother anyone with it." You stammered. "Nonsense, we'd love to hear it!" Ginny grinned, "Luna only told me parts of it." "W-Well, Professor Flitwick told me over christmas break that he got word of a dragon reserve being opened in Wales. He said they're taking in trainees who wish to enter the field of dragonology. An-And he said that I was accepted once I graduate," You blushed, "Charlie Weasley is supposed to be leading the whole operation, so I'll be his apprentice of some sort, even if there will be a few of us." "I didn't know Charlie was coming back," Ron yelled in awe, "He's the best at what he does, you'll be in good hands, so you don't have to worry!" Ron beamed, completely forgetting about his nervousness around you at the news his brother was moving back. "Thank you," You whispered, blushing harder Ron's gaze. "That's not boring at all," Hermione said with a laugh, "You are too self conscious, we like your company [Name]." "She's right [Name]," Terry agreed, "And too hard on yourself." You nodded solemnly, this wasn't the first time Terry or anyone else has told you this. "I'm going to have to owl Charlie when we get back and tell him off that he didn't tell any of us that he was coming back," Ron in an irritated voice. "He did tell us, mum got a letter over christmas break like [Name] said. You were just too busy moping around that you disappointed to find out you were pining after a boy and stuffing your face with rolls." Ginny stated in a matter-of-fact way that quite frankly pissed Ron off. But, then he blushed at what she said, noticing you perk up at the news, "Oh sod off Ginny! I wasn't moping about." "Yes you were, you've got a little crush you can't get over and when you realized it wasn't Hermione, you got sad," The younger redhead made a mocking pouting face at her brother. "Why you little-" Just as Ron was about to lunge at his sister, Harry and Hermione stepped between them as Ginny laughed. "Right, anyways, Charlie is coming home and [Name] has the privilege of working with him and learning for the best! Lunch time," Harry stated, and expertly hiding his smile. You slowed down with Terry to walk at the back of the group and looked up at the older Ravenclaw, "Uh, Terry," You whispered, holding onto the sleeve of his robes. "Yeah?" "Is... Is it a bad thing to find out you're gay? You were fine when I told you I was gay, but... Why does Ron seem disappointed he likes boys too?" You asked, sounding like a child with your chosen words and quivering voice. "It's not a bad thing, and if anyone makes you think so I'll kick their arses for you," You giggled and nodded, feeling better with his confirmation, "I mean it. I think he's only acting that way because you're here." "What does that mean?" Your question was ignored as the group entered the lively Three Broomsticks and headed for an empty table. A round booth was chosen for the large group that resulted in you being smushed between Terry and Ron. You watched the others mingle and talk with one another, even Terry joined into the conversation when it switched from Quidditch to something along the lines of NEWTs and school. "So, why are you interested in dragons [Name]?" Ginny asked from the other side of Ron. You turned to her to answer, but thought for a moment, "Well... My parents are muggles, so I grew up in the muggle world until I started Hogwarts at eleven, and in the muggle world, dragons don't exist. They were something in fairy tales, they were fierce creatures that killed people and stole princesses. So, when I found out they were real, and people studied them for a living, I cried with happiness." You said with a small laugh and blush, "Kinda embarrassing, but I was so happy." "Huh, I always forget the muggle world is so different than ours." Ginny mused, "But that's super cute," She giggled. You blushed deeper in embarrassment, "A-Ah, thanks I suppose..." Just then, everyone's ordered drinks came to the table. After a few moments of everyone else drifting into other conversations, as well as a pointed look from Hermione, Ron leaned towards you, "I could put in a good word with Charlie if you'd like. I mean, like- uh, so he takes it easy on you and..." He trailed off lamely, blushing as red as his hair. You nodded and smiled sheepishly at the redhead, "Thank you, that's sweet of you." You said quietly. "So, uh, what are you doing later?" The redness in Ron's cheeks have yet to go down. "Nothing really, I needed to get some new quills, but other than that..." Now it was your turn to trail off. It looked like Ron was having an inner battle with himself, but as your food arrived, he finally said, "We could go together, I mean, if you wouldn't mind I'd like to tag along with you to get your quills." "U-Uh, sure, that would be nice." You looked up male with a small shy smile, unsure of what to make of your little interaction with the redhead. After everyone was finished eating, you left the Three Broomsticks with the others. You first looked for Terry, seeing as you usually kept close to the older Ravenclaw since you started school, but saw him heading off with Luna and Ginny, opposite the direction you needed to go. And then Harry and Hermione took off, saying they were meeting someone by the Shrieking Shack. That left you with Ron. "Uh, sorry about that," Ron said as he scratched the back of his head, "So uh, you said quills?" You blushed and nodded, not saying anything as they two of you headed towards Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.   "Um..." You started as the silence between you and the Gryffindor started to become stressed and awkward, "You know what I'm doing after school, uh, what were you planning on doing after graduating?" Ron glanced at you before shoving his hands in his pockets, "I was thinking about entering the Auror Program, but the more I've been thinking about it, and the fact Harry has decided to look into becoming a medi-wizard, I'm not sure." "Well, what else interests you?" You asked conversationally. "You." The word left his lips before he could even process what he was saying. Instantly you blushed to the tips of your ears and, and so did Ron. "I-I mean," He stuttered out, "I-I meant youth! I was thinking about joining my brother at his joke shop!" He spit out quickly, "I like kids, I want to work with kids," He added in a quieter tone as if it would help his case. You were frozen in shock at his words. It could have been from simply shock, but it was because you couldn't believe the boy you had a crush on just said that! Suddenly you took a step forward and gripped the front of Ron's robes and looked up at him with wide-pleading eyes, "Do you mean that?" You whispered. Ron blushed fiercely, "W-Well..." He looked away from you and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He almost couldn't contain himself with the whole situation and how you were looking at him. It was almost as if that's what you wanted him to say. Wait... "Do you like me?" He asked. You flushed harder and instantly let go of his robes, "U-Uh," You fiddled with the hem of your sleeves, "I-I, um, maybe?" "Maybe?" He parroted, "Really?" You looked away and nodded, "Since my fourth year," You started shakily, still refusing to look at him, "Since I formally met you when Dumbledore's Army came to be, I... I uh instantly had a crush on you." Ron stared at you with a dumbfound look, not really believing what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that you've had a crush on him for what has seemed like forever. And how you looked confessing to him was getting to him. You seemed so frail and ready for rejection as you stared off at something to your left, it broke him, yet made his heart flutter at the fact. "B-But," Ron tuned his attention back to you as you spoke back up, "I always saw you sending wanting glances at Hermione, I knew I never had a chance. I mean, I'm gay and I was positive you were straight, so I kept quiet and hoped my feelings went away. And when my parents got word of what the Dark Lord did when he took over the ministry and pulled me out of school, my feelings returned full force at never being able to see you again." "[Name]," He said in a small voice. "Then I come back, and now I got to share classes with you since we are technically in the same year, and the feelings got overwhelming, so I told Terry and Luca to get it off my chest." You laughed at the memory of the two giving you a blank look, "But apparently they already knew. I'm sorry for rambling, but now that I've told you, I can't stop letting everything out." "It's ok," He said, taking a hesitant step towards you, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, "It's ok... because it was you that made me realize I wasn't straight and at least bi, because when I started the year, all I noticed was you." Ron didn't know where he was getting all of his confidence out of the blue, so he let to go before the confidence left him, "When I saw you for the first time in our Care of Magical Creatures class, I couldn't stop staring and never knew why." You tried to look away from the other male, but the warmth from his hand made you immobile. "Everything about you memorized me. The way you looked so intensely in the class, how cute you looked when you got called on when you didn't even raise your hand, the way you would talk animately with your housemates over who knows what, it all intrigued me. Hermione was the one who caught all the staring at you that I did and confronted me before the holidays. She said I had a thing for you, but refused to elaborate on what she meant by 'thing'. But when she came over for Christmas, she and Harry explained it, saying I liked you a lot more than as a peer. At that point I still thought I liked Hermione that way, even though she's with Viktor again. "I was only upset when I found out like Ginny said because I couldn't believe my own feelings. I thought I was straight, even though my actions contradicted the fact." Ron blushed and it was him who averted his eyes this time, "And I don't think I've fully accepted my feelings for you until I found out you liked blokes a few weeks ago..." "C-Can you, er, will you date me then?" You stammered, "I want to be your boyfriend, but I don't know if two weeks is enough to accept your feelings, so I-I'm willing to just try it out until you really figure out your feelings." You added in a mumbled tone. "No!" He shouted that made you jumped, "I mean," He coughed to clear his throat, "I want you to be my boyfriend, I want to be your boyfriend, and I want to date you. I'm ready, I just really want to kiss you right now." He admitted, slowly drawing his hand away from your face. You grabbed his hand with yours and held it back against your cheek and nuzzled it with a small smile, "You don't have to be my boyfriend to kiss me. People can do that while dating, even if it's not official." "I want it to be official with you." He whispered, slowly inching his face closer to yours. You took the final push and pressed your lips against his, instantly melting against him. Ron's free hand rested at your waist, shyly pulling you closer to his being. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him as if you were afraid he was going to vanish. Everything about the kiss lit something within the two of you that neither could ignore. It was sweet and intoxicating, and you easily felt you losing yourself in it. But before Ron could take it a step further by nipping at your lips with a wish to deep the kiss, there was a catcall in your direction. "I didn't think you had it in you mate!" Harry said with a wide grin. "I did, I just hoped it wasn't going to be a repeat of Slughorn's party," Hermione grimaced at the horrid memory of the incident with Ron and Lavender. The both of you flushed and immediately separated and let go of the other as you stepped away. "You owe me five galleons Potter," Hermione said with renewed joy and shot Harry a smirk. Harry cursed but with a sigh reached into his pocket and drew the owed money and handed it to the brunette. You grabbed Ron's hand and tugged him to your eye level and whispered, "Let's head back early," You whispered. "Yeah, I don't really wish to be around my best friends who think it's amusing to bet on my love life anyways," He said and used your clasped hands to pull you away from the giggling Gryffindors. "We love you Ron! And we are happy for the both of you!" Hermione called as your forms headed for the school once again. You grinned at the redhead, who returned your smile with a hint of what was interrupted was going to be resumed. Let's just say your quills were long forgotten, and you made your relationship more than official by the end of the night. -- The next day there was a box of new quills on your dorm bed signed from Luna, along with a package of condoms with a hopeful note that you used protection last night.

Till further notice, this blog is going to kinda hang at the edge of the earth while @autumna-potentia is going to be more active, so hope I'll see y'all there. Assume that anything sent/liked from this blog is for that one unless specified

Apparently the new update lets you reply as sideblogs - let's test that

After a sizeable internal conflict due to personal reasons, I have decided I am unable to continue writing these muses with their established lore - so until further notice, this blog is archived and a new blog has been made with a new muse. 

Rather than promoting it here myself, I will just follow the blog I believe I am still able to interact with. I do apologize towards everyone that I have left without a response to their thread or ask - as even if I am to come back to this blog, most interactions and previous relations will be reset unless I specifically say otherwise to you

..Played BG3 for like 2 hours straight for the first time today.

When I closed the game it felt like coming down from astral projection. Safe to say - expect even lower activity for the next 2 weeks

...if you take a bite out of or sink your teeth/fangs into Blackwood, you're going to get the equivalent of blood pop rocks.

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You have till Sunday

...I want to do 5 things at once, thus my body and mind decided that we shall do nothing