#Alle/Anthion

[bitchinbarzal]

steering a little away from my usual content to make a quick post about f1 this weekend!

I hate this weekend, with my whole heart. growing up, spa was my favourite track to watch and I’ve even driven it before but now all it ever reminds me of is the loss of two drivers and the potential loss of more.

this weekend, I hope you can all join me in remembering anthione and dilano and praying for a safe race for everyone else ⭐️

[dellovestorant]

if these people find it funny that george crashed in australia while he was in the middle of the track calling red flag ( only for fia not to call it red flag ) then i can only say these people didn't take anthione hubert's fatal accident seriously too.

Yeah driver safety should always be the first priority.

Now I've read the rules and a double yellow in that sector + VSC is essentially a red flag, they slow to the same pace. Stroll also had his engineer essentially panicking tell him to slow down.

But it's still the semantics of it all. They might slow down to the same rate but it tells a different story between how serious an incident is if a VSC is out vs a red flag

[anthionsoulshade]

A Balance In Us

I am in a sorry state. I might as well be a packrat or some other loathsome creature that dwells in the garbage pits of a major city. I smell like the sea, my robe still has sand clinging to the edge of it and my arms are filled with, trash. To be perfectly frank, when Alice and I decided to go fishing and get away from the festival, I had thought I had a good grasp on fishing. I am, forever surprised that I am not nearly as adopted with everything as I thought I was. The few fish that were caught were all hers and I have been left with the noble thought that I might have cleaned up much of the beach of Gadgetzan before my time was through.

All of this being said though. I returned to the Duchy and my Duchess with a bag full of empty rum bottles and enough tattered cloth to make many many blankets from.

“Alle Dear.” I called out as I came into her living quarters. I know I am a state, but, I think there is a talk that needs to be said, and... I am curious if she can do anything with all of this. I do promise, I am not a hoarder or anything, but, this was a perfect opening to a neutral conversation.

As I’m putting the makeshift canvas bags down I notice Alle sitting neatly on a sofa near by. She is dressed more casually than normal, her dress not as ridged and I can tell she’s not wearing a corset at the moment. The thought, is almost like someone hit me with a snowball on a warm day. It’s shocking, but I have to remind myself, I have seen women in nothing but what they were born with. But this is different and I feel as if I am intruding upon her... I am intruding, I always intrude at first, but this time I feel it.

Her bright eyes lock on me and my bags. “What is all of that?”

“Bottles, cloth... I was going to see if you had any recycling facilities I can use? Glass is always needed for... people.” I am bullshitting out of my fine silk clad ass. I have no idea if she needs this, but I wanted to bring it to see if it was a good neutral opener for the more, pining questions in my heart.

Part of me wonders if she saw right through me. She always sees right through my acts. “We can try to find something to do with them. The cloth could be very good for making paper.” getting up she crossed over to look into the bags. “How was your.... day with Alice?”

“Perfectly charming as it should be with anything a man does with his daughter.” I say but I know I sound aloof, I am always aloof vocally, call it a natural defense if you must. “We had a good time though, I might have learned a little too much about my son, but, it was charming.”

“I believe Quin will want you to say Alice is your future daughter-in-law.” Alle reminded me, but honestly, I don’t care. Quin can groan about it, but to me a child is a child and I am firm on this.

But for Alle I just nod and continue to speak. “Sadly the festival wasn’t to my taste, nothing good to eat and I’m not so fond of... people in general.”

“That is hardly a surprise.” Reaching into the bag I watch her pull out a bottle and examine it. “You know, if these had been broken they would make beautiful sea glass pieces later on. That’s a future idea for yourself, you’ll be able to see the reaping of your seeds if you do that.”

I need to ignore the mention of my immortality, and instead do what I always do, divert. Maybe many don’t notice this, but I am a master of diverting conversation. It’s an old habit I picked up and use, often. “Do you like sea glass? It can’t be common in Silverpine.”

“It wasn’t.” She said her smile small, and I know I have unlocked a door to some beautiful memory she had. “My Father had made my mother a necklace of sea glass. It wasn’t something opulent like other noble ladies had, but, it was beautiful.. She was buried with it.”

There are times I see through her wall, that Gilnean wall of strength and fortitude, and I see the woman inside. Maybe others see this woman as a strong, unmovable force, but I have see the young scared noblewoman. The little girl who was given impossible choices to make and survived them. 

“It sounds lovely... Maybe I can acquire you something of the same make?”

Her eyebrows move slowly as she thinks, what would that mean for us? I have made her a ring once for her protection, but now, a piece, just so she can have a piece? That’s a line and I know we’re reaching something that I have been wanting to ask.

“How long have we known each other Anthion?” Her even saying my name draws up a shiver.

It takes me a moment to calculate it. “A little over a year and a half, why?”

“How long has it been since... we told each other how we felt?”

Oh yes, not even a month since we admitted it that she finally puts together some small pieces. “Less that a month my Dear.”

“What does that mean then?” She put the bottle down and looked up to me. I know we are strange, there is nothing about out relationship that should be ‘normal’, but here we are.

My tongue lightly wets the seal of my lips, not wanting to appear threatening, I slowly hold a hand out to her. “Normally, when people admit such things, and there is nothing to stop them, they normally, court.”

Court. I have hated that word since I was a child. It meant escorts and family having to negotiate over what we can and can’t do. All of those things nobles have to worry about, all those things I thought I left behind when I died. Alle and I are not normal people. She’s a wild beautiful thing, and I am no longer beholden to my races ridged traditions.

“Court, is a very formal term.” Alle said, taking one small step away from me. The distance was easily felt and I wonder if I have stepped over one of her unseen lines. “But the term, boyfriend and girlfriend is... immature. I’m too old to be called a ‘girl’ anymore, and I doubt you want anything as juvinaile as that.”

She didn’t want- My mind had been rubber banded and I felt the world spin around me. “Are you saying, that, you do want to court me?”

The wait was like everything froze. Maybe she didn’t know what she was saying, maybe I was reading between the lines. Her eyes flashed up to me and those lips of hers pulled in as she though.

“Did we not admit we...” She stopped, and I suspect that it is hard to say it again in a moment like this. A flush was rising to her cheeks as he pushed through what she wanted to say. “love one another? That, as you said, means we should, court.”

Oh I adore how strained she is. This is probably the hardest thing she has ever had to do and I am as always, in awed of her resolve. “I had more wanted to inform you what is normal, and... you deserve better than normal.” I stopped facing her head on. “Lady Beithioch,” I said dusting the front of my shirt. “May I court you?” This was the only way to truly play this hand we’ve been dealt. Forever I will be asking her for permission, and I am happy to do that. She deserves to pick, she deserves to have a proper moment of someone asking her this. So again I hold my hand out to her, and this time her warm hand rested over mind.

Her heart beat is easy for me to hear, the thundering shuddering beats were almost all I could hear. How much strength does it take to admit this? There is no way to quantify but I can say the outcome is, magical. “Yes.” She said finally, the strength returning to her voice. “But give we aren’t normal, I never want to be called girlfriend. Your Lady, if you must.”

“My Lady.” I said a smile growing on my face and I know I can’t help but show my teeth. Others would be afraid of my fangs, but this is just one of us smiling at the other. Both of us finding the one thing we’ve been trying to find. Where is our balance, and what makes us, us. “I am more than overjoyed to agree with your terms.”

Lifting her hand up I press my lips to her knuckles and hear a small intake of breath. The cold alone of my lips remind us both of how off we are, but right now, I don’t care. She’s the noblewoman with the heart of the wild in her, and I’m an undead monster who's attempting... some form of life.

“You do know that this means all of our previous contract of friendship needs to be renegotiated.”

If I ever die, this is what I will remember in any future life. This damn woman and her ability to cut me down from a high point and into a place where I know she’s always thinking one step ahead of where I have been plotting.

(( @allebeithloch))

[maluraunderchild]

Throwback Thursday Prompt

Go find some old writings that have the feels punch, some sappy sap, or just something fun that you wrote. – post by @risrielthron​ found here.

Malura’s 26th Birthday Marathon: I had written it as a joke since I had never really celebrated a character’s birthday before. I felt like Mal really deserved to have something nice. As such it was a five part series that showed what my nerd would do during a time in her life when she was really stressed. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Never Alone: When I first made Alle ( @allebeithloch) I was unsure if I was going to bring all the weirdness that was distantly connected to her. When the storyline we were in needed a Hail Mary I pulled out the weirdness and used this story to hint to all the insanity that Alle deals with on a daily basis. I never make people play with it, but it was fun to stretch out my creepy writing and let me set up some future story stuff that’s still simmering away.

The Lullaby: This is for both Alle and Anthion ( @anthionsoulshade) I’ve been shipping them for, now years and I had gotten into an RP where Alle’s house was full of sayaad having sex. I originally wanted to write something funny of Anthion constantly dodging demons and helping Alle get to bed with out her getting triggered, but the story turned dark and then supportive. I love this because this story is such a start of their relationship... one I need to stop procrastinating over and get the ship sailing more. This story is sadly retconned but I am saying this moment still happened cause I just love it too damn much. Honestly anything Anthion/Alle is just, all of it gives me feels and they are some of my favorite couples to write. If you ever dig through my archive, please read their joint stuff cause I’m proud about writing a man who’s learning to not be manipulative and a woman learning to trust.

Acceptance: How can I do a list and not put something with Alice/Quin. Though if I were to say there was a true deep feeling moment it was in a Discord RP. Quin mentions a lot. He just loves his Blood Angel and won’t let anyone keep them apart. ( @subjectragnar)

The Day To See ‘Her’ Series: Oh man this series took a lot out of me when I wrote it but it had some of the saddest feels. This was a different Darsa than the man I play now. He’s still a fragile little bean, but he’s one who knows where his stress points are now. This story just takes him through one of the hardest days of his life and how he basically made it into a yearly ritual. Recently he has come to terms with this loss and has really been dealing with it in a healthier way. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. (Grab tissues for the last one)

Dorjan/Dun’Yazad meeting: So this is some of Alle’s lore and more her demons and how they met. I love Dorjan and Dun’Yazad and they will and always be my ship. They’re just another slow ship, cause I’m trash for that. This story always grabs me by the feels and one day I will go and write in the in between part, but for Tumblr I was happy with glossing over the sex for this one.

((I know I have a ton of other stuff I’ve written but I’m happy with capping the list right here. All of these remind me that these toons have gone through some stuff and that I love them even more))

Tagged by: No one really but inspired by @olivia-lovecraft

Tagging: For shits and giggles @karrista

[oyesmendes]

loved us more

a/n: this is it, the second instalment to "heartbreak anniversary"! some warnings may include - mentions of anthione hubert, flowers, grieving; its a sad/angry piece :") don't hate me!!!

masterlist | heartbreak anniversary

i miss you too.

he read the words again and again. pierre remembers the feeling of waking up to that text from you, the slither of hope that he felt extinguished all the pain in his chest. he remembers picking up his phone to call you, and it rings once before going straight to voicemail.

"hi, you've reached my voicemail! i'm probably taking a nap so... i'll call you back?"

that was a month ago.

now he was here, in spa, the last stop of the triple header this year. he walks into the red bull hospitality building, greeting the team members as he passes them. valencia spots him first, and she makes a beeline towards the frenchman.

"i've got your flowers, they're in the room."

"grazie," pierre thanks her, making his way up to his drivers room. when he opens the door, the first thing he spots is the bouquet laying on the table - brown paper encasing the white and pink chrysanthemums. his heart drops, knowing that the triple thread twine holding the flowers together was your signature.

"mon ange, we could really just go to a florist for this." pierre tells you as he watches from behind.

"tonio would appreciate this." you say, placing the flowers gently on top of each other.

you had the privilege of meeting anthione when you first started dating pierre, and you immediately hit it off with his childhood friend. the three of you had grown close over the course of a couple of months, and the accident had hit you and pierre equally hard. it was the first year without him, the first race back in spa, and you wanted to make something special for him; and you know flowers were the only way to show your love for the boy now.

pierre continues to watch as you arrange the flowers with care, wrapping them in brown paper, cutting up the three strands of twine to finish the bouquet. you put it in a jug of water to keep the flowers fresh, taking a step back to admire it.

pierre hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. he sighs softly, "yeah, he would."

his fingers touch the flowers gently, and pierre is almost sure that you were the one who put this together. but were you really here, in spa? he shakes the thought out of his head, he knows he can't be hanging on to that slither of hope this weekend. after the last two races that he underperformed in, he needed to focus.

there's a soft knock on the door just as pierre picks up the bouquet, and pyry sticks his head in the room.

"time for the track walk." pierre nods.

his friend looks at him sympathetically after recognising the bouquet. he holds the door open for him and pierre walks out, holding the bunch of flowers in his hand.

he walks quietly with the team, bouquet in one hand as they make their way down to the garage. he was clutching on to the stalks of flowers so tightly, trying his best to push all thoughts behind as he made his way down to the track. but he couldn't help it, he scanned the garage, the places you would usually stand while waiting for him; and you were no where to be found.

its as if suddenly pierre realised that you were really not there anymore.

his team decides to do the track walk on foot, and they make their way down - chatting about the previous race and following up with the new one. they come up right before eau rouge, and whatever strategy spoken before that long forgotten when pierre sees a silhouette he's all too familiar with, walking next to a tall frame that he knew was esteban.

"so coming right up here there aren't too many changes, just a couple-"

"sorry hang on-" pierre jogs forward but doesn't get too close as they arrive at the top of eau rouge. he watches from a distance as the girl in the blue dress squats down to place the flowers on the ground.

pink and white chrysanthemums.

"y/n?" pierre almost did not want to call out your name, in fear that he was just seeing things, hoping things. but the silhouette turns at the sound of his voice, and it was indeed you.

he jogs up the rest of the distance between the both of you, and there's a gentle smile on your face.

"hi there," you say softly. pierre doesn't speak, but he just watches you, his eyes fixated on yours. esteban looks between you and him, and he wants to say something, but decided against it, letting the pair take in the moment.

pierre scoffs, "hi? after all this time all you can manage is hi?"

esteban's eyes widen, and so do yours. you take a step back from him, eyeing the man up and down. esteban steps closer to you but you turn to him, letting him know it was okay.

"tu me manques aussi. i miss you too. you forgot about that?" he says flatly, completely ignoring the stares he's getting. you sigh, breaking eye contact with him as your eyes trail to some of the flowers that were already laid on the ground.

"let me talk to tonio first, we can talk about that later." you say, pushing past him as you knelt on the ground. and it's suddenly when pierre remembers that he's here to pay respects to anthione, so he steps back, knowing the importance of this moment to you. he laid his bouquet down, and he steps back before walking off. you look at both bouquets - almost identical to one another, and tears start to form in your eyes.

"grazie mille, y/n. i know this was very last minute. the boy didn't even tell me he hadn't gotten flowers until yesterday." valenica hugs you, holding the bouquet you just handed to her.

you knew in the moment that pierre would recognise your work immediately, but you still handed it to her, "its no big deal. least i could do after all these years."

esteban squeezes your shoulder, "i'm going to wait up front, join us when you're ready."

you nod, turning your attention back to the flowers.

"hi tonio," you sigh, bowing your head, "you've got two bouquets this year, lucky you huh?"

you laugh humourlessly, "i know, i know, if you were here, you would've nagged my ear off already. but i had to let him go, and i think you would've agreed with me," you run your fingers along the petals of the flowers, "hopefully."

"you know, there was a part of me that thought i could work it out. there was a small part of my heart that wanted to crawl back to him, to tell him i love him, that i forgive everything he did. but there's another part - a bigger part of me that knows i could never forget it." you sigh again, blowing a kiss to the flowers, "i love you and miss you tonio."

you stood up from the ground, joining esteban as you both made your way back to the pitlane. he shows you one of his tiktoks that he just curated while waiting, and you couldn't help but giggle. pierre hears your laughter fill the air first, before spotting you as you walked into the pits. he makes his way towards you, and your heart sinks.

"i'll see you later. call me if you need me." esteban whispers in your ear. when esteban leaves, pierre comes closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"come to my room." he said in a low voice.

you tug at the lanyard around your neck, "i'm with alpine this weekend."

"then i'll come to yours." he said nonchalantly.

"arrête ça s'il te plait." stop this, please

"alors ne dis pas des choses que tu ne penses pas" then don't say things you don't mean.

"comment savez-vous que je ne le pensais pas?" how do you know i didn't mean it? you clap back, folding your arms in front of your chest. there's a pause, and you take it as your cue to walk off, but you hear him shout from behind,

"est-ce que tu m'aimes encore?" do you still love me?

you spin around, walking towards him furiously. he looks at you, his eyes empty and void of any more emotion. but the attention that you've gathered from the multiple teams around you made your blood boil.

you poke his chest, speaking through gritted teeth, "you don't get to say that when you're the one who cheated on me."

"but you miss me, no?"

you scoff, pulling him into the alpha tauri garage, away from prying eyes.

"yes pierre, i miss you. is that what you want to hear? is that what will make you happy?" you pretty much exploded in front of his team, but you couldn't care less. pierre is still staring at you and he wants to say something, but a person emerges in the corner of your eye, and for a moment you couldn't believe it.

the same fucking brunette.

you snap your head in her direction, and she's like a deer caught in headlights. pierre turns in the same direction, and the look in his eyes changes - was it fear? or disappointment? you couldn't really tell. but you knew you had to leave. you turn to him, for the last time.

"don't- don't fucking call me, text me or even attempt to talk to me anymore, pierre gasly."

"s'il te plait, mon ange." please, my angel. he grabs on to your arm, pulling you towards him. you try to squirm out of it, but he wouldn't let go.

"s'il te plait? you brought her here, mon amour. after all that we went through, it only took you three weeks before you brought a new girl to a race. and it's her, pierre. i know it's her."

"i- i couldn't- you didn't pick up the phone so-"

"so you brought her here? to the one race you know was of importance to the both of us? you ruined us, pierre. with your own bare hands, you ruined us. the poor girl didn't even do anything wrong and now you're parading her around like some arm candy, something to fill the void in your heart." every word you said was laced with venom, used as ammunition against the person you still loved.

"when did we get so bad pierre? what happened to us?"

pierre looks down on the floor, "i'm sorry, mon ange."

you sigh, knowing that going on isn't going to bring either of you anywhere.

"yeah pierre, i'm sorry too." your eyes meet the brunette's as you speak to pierre for the last time,

"i hope you treat her better, because god knows she deserves more than you ever gave me."

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[allebeithloch]

Ahead Of The Game

There were many things Alle had learned when she was adopted by a family of Sayaad, that included learning how to mend bridges that they burned with each other. As Karrista and Mira spoke about Azerothian Sayaad culture and how to hide in plain sight from demon hunters and paladins Alle walked through her house with Stig following behind. The young incubi had his head low, knowing that his recent shift of mood to Mira would be noticed. Now he was in the horrible position of hiding the true reason Mira and him had grown cold.

Closing the door to her office Alle folded her hands in front of her waiting for him to settle. When she spoke her voice was quiet and understanding. “So. When were you going to come to me to tell me what was wrong?”

Stig winced looking away from the gilnean woman. His clear blue eyes looking for anything to help him in the situation. “It’s... not something that I thought needed your help with, just, she’s new to the family and I got too mouthy.”

“How so?” Alle said gesturing for him to continue. “You know I cannot help unless you give the full story.”

He knew this wasn’t a good situation to be in. The family had decided to protect Alle from Anthion’s feelings. The Darkfallen’s care and love for their charge had grown from slight worry to all out panic among the family. It wasn’t because he was a monster, their male elder Dorjan had agreed that Anthion could be a wonderful mate. It was the sole fact that Anthion was undead and unable to help Alle for fill the contact she had made.

Bitting his lip he let out a long breath. “When I said Lord Soulshade was a weakling and unfit to be an ally. She... Took it personally. Which. I didn’t mean.” He said looking up at Alle. “She’s really nice. It’s my fault. I caused the rift.”

He watched Alle take a seat behind her desk. Her expression thoughtful. This was the most dangerous thing Stig could do. Alle spent years learning to see through lies and manipulations. He prayed that taking the vague route would not trigger her senses.

“Then you need to fix this.” Alle said crossing her legs. “After Karrista has left, you and Mira need to go on a walk. Talk it out, apologize, reconnect. She wants to be apart of our family, I’m giving her the choice after we help her. I won’t allow there to be a rift.”

Stig winced again, his blond head lowering. “I really like her Miss.” He said keeping his voice quiet. “I, didn’t want to hurt her. I just said what first came to my mind.”

He could feel her eyes on him as he shifted side to side. When Alle spoke it was still quiet but understanding. “We’re used to being blunt. At home you know that you’re more likely to die from being vague than being up front. I understand, and if you want her to join us, we have to slowly introduce her into how we speak and act.” She bit her lip a little. “We could also learn to be less harsh. Anthion is my friend, and she does have a bit of loyalty to him.” It was that loyalty he was worried about. The way the Darkfallen manipulated to be more than just a person his Miss spoke to. “I don’t like Lord Soulshade.” He confessed.

“Anthion has done nothing to earn our ire. The only thing he did he asked for forgiveness. Why do you dislike him? It’s not like he has ever harmed any of us?” Alle said tilting her head in a quiet observation.

Oh how he wanted to groan and not talk about this. The reasons most people would give were lost on their family. Anthion being a dark fallen wasn’t a bad thing, not until it came to him being undead. “I know, I just have a gut feeling.”

It was a shot in the dark, and that’s where he faltered.

“Stig.” Alle said her voice now calculated. “What is going on?”

Now he wished Vilknar or any of the family were there, someone who could talk their way out of this. In the end, he had to give the basic truth. “We’re trying to protect you. Vilknar mentioned you were scared of Anthion, so... we’re doing what we’ve always done.”

Using her original reaction to Anthion was the only way he could think to give the actual problem with out telling her the new update. Waiting with a quiet breath he watched Alle lean back in her chair as if suddenly tired.

“Anthion, he did say the words Grandmother told me... but that was months ago, and we have done nothing but be friends. I love all of you, and you’re trying to do what you see is best. But Anthion Soulshade is nothing for you to fear.” She smiled a little. “He’s not my future mate. I know that. His undead heart gives me more comfort than I have had in anyone in years.”

Looking shocked, like someone had smacked him the young incubi let out a breath. “You... you really think that?”

Alle nodded with a small smile. “It’s why I let him hug me. I can remember he’s undead and will be unable to do what Grandmother has asked of me. So. He’s just a friend. One who might help me find my real mate. But a friend all the same.”

Getting up from her seat Alle moved closer to Stig. As she did so she held out her hand and took in a shaking breath. “Please Stig, take my hand.”

A request like that was never made of him. Maybe Dorjan would get to hold her hand, but none of the others was nearly as comforting. But at the request he took her smaller hand in his and could feel the deep connection that was already ingrained in them. “He... he’s helping you touch us?”

“He is. Let Mira be his champion. And be nicer to him when he’s here. If you must tell the rest of the family, do so.” She said her hand shaking in his but she stayed firm. “Now, when Karrista leaves, tell Mira you’re sorry and tell her I’m always here if she needs to talk. If I can’t be the moderator for this family then I’ve lost one of the most important jobs I hold.”

Looking down at her hand he brought it up to cup her hand between his. She was right. Knowing Anthion could not be her mate cleared up so many problems. Savoring the innocent touch Stig nodded almost eagerly. “I’ll talk to her. I... I didn’t mean to keep this from you Miss. I just thought I could solve this on my own.”

With an understanding smile Alle pulled away. “You might be older than me, but you’re still young Stig. but bringing this problem to be first could have saved you and Mira.” She added with a small amused but pointed look. “Next time, speak to me. No one in our family should feel left out.”

Bowing his head again he smiled feeling like the teenager that he was. Alle never saw this, how even if she felt she didn’t deserve her family, they chose her because no matter the struggle she was fair to them. With the small touch she was able to give, Stig was sure the future of the family was going to be better than it ever had been before. Now he just had to mend the bridge he had wrecked with the possible family member.

((Mentions cause all of this was happening during RP @karrista and @mira-shadoword were having. Also @anthionsoulshade For being the pain in everyone’s side))

[theoiprayers]

Greek Deity/s: Dionysos

Any Epithet/s?:

Any topic/s (praise/request/thanks/personal experience)?: One on mental health, especially relating to being transgender

O, Dionysos, I sing of you, twice-born king, ivy-crowned and ever-changing you, lord, who exists in all forms and expressions you, lord, who unfixes all norms and with passion releases us into ourselves.

My words I raise to you upward curved lips and open arms in your subtle form. You see us in the depths and the roots cloaked in night and mystery. You see us in the spaces neglected and bring us home safely. Great one hear my cry, launched like wind to the purple sky hear it, Dionysos, and dismantle my pain subdue it, like a mask lifted from my face.

I call you Eleutherios so that no walls entrap me I call you Lysios, so that my tears are of joy and freedom I call you Lyaios so that my mind smiles unburdened Anthion, I call you, so that in your hands, like a garden, I’ll bloom so that in your steps I dance glad and true to the symphony of life.

by @matriarca-inodora

[koraki-grimoire]

Theoi Summary - Dionysos

Διονυσος (dee-OH-nee-sohs) - Dionysos AKA Dionysus God of wine, chaos, reincarnation, rebirth, pleasure, madness, mental illness, fertility, the grape harvest, androgyny, and the transgender/nonbinary Ouranic Olympian with Chthonic aspects

Symbols: Thyrsus, grapevine, ivy, chalice, pine cone, wine Animals: Goat, panther, leopard, bull, serpent, tiger Colors: Red, green, black, purple Plants/Herbs: Grapevine, ivy, bindweed, white pine Stones/Crystals: Amethyst, purple crystals

Retinue: Maenads, Satyrs Relations: Ariadne (wife), Zeus (father), Semele (mother), Persephone (sometimes mother), Priapos (son), Methe (daughter), Thysa (daughter), Telete (daughter), Iakkhos (son), Pasithea (daughter), Kharites (sometimes daughters), half sibling to all children of Zeus Identified with: Liber (Roman), Bacchus (Roman), Osiris (Kemetic), Haides (Hellenic), Iakkhos (Hellenic)

Festivals: Rural Dionysia (10th Pos.), City Dionysia (10-17th Ela.), Anthesteria (11-13th Ant.), Dionysian Mysteries (??), Eleusinian Mysteries (14-23rd Boe.)

Epithets: Maenoles (Mad), Nyctelius (Of the Night), Lampterus (Of the Torches), Hestius (Of the Feast), Androgynos (Androgynous), Auxites (Giver of Increase), Staphylites (Of the Grape), Theoenus (God of Wine), Oenops (Wine-Dark), Dimetor (Twice-Born), Anthion (Of the Flowers), Kissios (Of the Ivy), Eleuthereus (Liberator), Lysios (Of Release), Soterius (Savior from Madness)

[hellenismosonline]

Olympian Deities: Dionysus

Realm: God of wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, madness, wild frenzy, viticulture, hallucination, fruit, the mysteries of birth, life, death, and resurrection, untamed wilderness, and intoxication

Parents: Zeus and Semele (Mortal)

Offspring:

By Aphrodite: Priapos, Iakkhos

By Nikaia: Telete

By Hera: the Charities

By Unknown: Methe, Thysa, Pasithea, Hymenaios, Sabazios

Symbols: Thyrsos (Pinecone-tipped staff), drinking cup, a crown of ivy, satyrs, mainades, fruiting grapevines, panthers

Colors: purple, green, gold

Offerings: Honey, milk, wine, water, live plants, small trees, ivy

Sacred Animals: Panther/leopard, tiger, bull, serpent, griffons, mules, donkeys, goats, lions

Element: All, in different aspects

Metal/Stones: Gold, amethyst

Number: 7

Planet: None?

Time: Dionysia, Lenea, Anthesteria, Great Dionysia, Theodosia

Tarot Cards: The Fool, Judgement, Knight of Cups

Altar Ideas: Purple, depictions of him, wine, fake fur, grapes, apple seeds, wildflowers, cat toys, anything associated with cats, any art that you create, masks, amethysts, wreaths of ivy, theater tickets, bindweed, snake skin, curved daggers, percussion instruments

Epithets

Acrato'phorus: giver of unmixed wine

Acroeites: a surname that Dionysus was worshipped under in Sicyon

Adoneus: the ruler

Aego'bolus: the goat-killer

Aesymne'tes: the lord, the ruler

Agri'onius: a surname that Dionysus was worshipped under in Orchomenus

Antheus/Antheus: the blooming

Bacchus: the Latin translation of his name

Ba'ssareus: a long robe; precursor of vintage

Brisaeus: derived from the nymph Brisa, who raised the God

Bro'mius: he who was born during a storm of thunder and lightning

Calydo'nius: a surname of Dionysus in Calydon and Patrae

Cre'sius: a surname of Dionysus at Argos, whose temple was said to house the remains of Ariadne

Dendri'tes: the God of the tree, the giver of foliage

Eleuthereus: deliverer from care and sorrow; of liberation, of freedom

Enorches: the dancer

Enya'lius: the warlike

Eubu'leus: God of good counsel

Hyes: the moist or fertilizing God

Intonsus: unshorn, eternally youthful

Isodaetes: the God who distributes his gifts equally to all

Lampter: the shining, the torch bearer

Lenaeus: the wine-press, the vintage

Limne'genes/Limnaea/Limne'tes: inhabiting or born in a lake or marsh

Lyaeus: God who frees men from carre and anxiety

Ly'sius: the deliverer; of release; releasing

Meili'chius: the God that can be propitiated, the gracious

Melanaegis: armed or clad with a black aegis

Melpo'menus: the singer, the minstrel, of the tragedy play

Methymnaeus: derived from Methymna, rich in vines; derived from methe, sweet wine

Nysaeus/Ny'sius/Nysi'gena: derived from Nysa, the mountain which he was said to have been brought up by nymphs; derived from Nisus, who is said to be his father or his educator in some myths

Oma'dius: the flesh-eater, derived from the tradition of human sacrifice in his honor at Chios and Tenedos

Phleon: the giver of plenty, luxurient foliage

Psilas: the giver of wings; the unbearded; uplifted on wings

Soter: the savior

Tauroce'phalus: he who has a fertilizing effect upon countries

Taurus: the bull

Thyo'neus: the inspiring

Zagreus: shape-shifting God

Nyctelius: of the night

Hestius: of the feast

Colotes: spotted gecko

Auxites: giver of increase

Androgynus: Androgynous sexually

Staphylites: of the grape

Omphacites: of the unripe grape

Theoenus: the God of wine

Agathus Daemon: the good spirit

Protrygaeus: first of the vintage

Oenops: wine-dark

Acratophorus: giver of mixed wine

Cisseus: of the ivy

Cittophorus: ivy-bearer

Anthion: of the flowers

Cistophorus: basket-bearer

Erebinthinus: of the chickpea

Dimetor: twice-born

Iraphiotes: goat-kid, insewn

Melanaegis: of the black goat-skin, dark aegis

Patroeus: paternal, ancestral God

Aesymnetes: dictator

Polites: citizen

Agyieus: protector of the streets

Mystes: of the mysteries

Chthonius: of the earth, cthonic

[alas-ward]

Necessarily Evil

It was hard to be away from Quin. It was nearly impossible, in fact, after her last efforts to keep people safe had led her deep into madness. She had lost grip on reality and the dark passengers she carried altered her memories and beliefs. It was the worst it had ever been, and she carried guilt for attacking Anthion, even if she hadn’t actually hurt him.

But Quin’s trust and support gave Alice the strength to overcome her recent dalliance with insanity. He made her strong and sane, and with his newfound strength, he breathed life into her faith. She could help Sai’lyn, she could help her friend, because he was never going to let her fall again.

So, with his backing from afar, Alice haunted Duskwood wearing a face that was not her own. For the next month or so, Alice Ward existed only in whispers and shadows. She was an invisible force associated with Sai’lyn, but something that was nearly impossible to catch sight or scent of. Instead, Alice was now Helena Duskheart, a raven-haired half-elf who was regarded as a witch by the locals of Duskwood.

More importantly, though, Alice was Helriel.

Helriel had died so that Tristan could live. She had been pulled from him, kicking and screaming, and left a deep relief in his void-touched soul. Alice felt guilty about resurrecting the wretched creature in this way, but it was a necessary evil.

And Alice intended to commit many necessary evils in the service of keeping Sai’lyn’s beloved pets safe.

“Where are we going?” The young guard asked quietly. His tone was thick with alcohol and amorous intentions, but Alice could tell that his suspicions were on the rise.

“Just a little further. There’s a beautiful grove up ahead,” she assured, perfectly matching the soft, otherworldly rasp of Helriel’s tone.

“You know, I am not picky, right? I mean, a little picky. You’re beautiful,” he slurred. “But we could have done this anywhere.”

“This place means something very special to me,” Alice purred in return, turning icy blue eyes on the man. She didn’t have the power of magical charm or seduction, but the potion she had slipped in his drink at the tavern, and her natural flirtatious nature, gave her an edge that kept him following her to the site of Olivia’s former Duskwood manor.  

“Ain’t this where that witch lived, though? Like, I am really not into all that spooky shit or challenging spirits. We can just—”

His protests were cut short as Alice turned and suddenly kissed him deeply. It was as much an effort to shut him up as it was applied incentive to keep him moving.

“It is just a little bit further. I can see the moonlight. Don’t I deserve a beautiful moment with you?” she whispered against his lips, breaking the kiss for only a few breaths before delving deeper.

In response, the man groaned wantonly and suddenly picked up the petite, dark-haired woman. He carried her hastily towards the clearing, matching her passion all the while. It was a wonder he didn’t trip on a branch or root as he hustled through the darkness. It amused Alice, but she didn’t dare express it.

The grove was literally a place of magic. A powerful Druid had cleared the charred remains of Olivia’s house. He had sunk them beneath the earth to feed the newly established fruit trees and flowers. As fall approached, the trees were heavily laden with apples and plums. No one dared pick them, though, because the lush growth was seen as witchcraft. They were sure the place was still haunted and cursed, so it was the perfect place for “Helriel” to commit her dark deeds.

“I need you,” the man whispered huskily as he put Alice down. His hands went instantly to the hem of her dress as he backed her into a large oak tree. His patience was all spent, and Alice couldn’t exactly blame him. If anything, she was impressed he had managed to withstand the lust potion for as long as he did.

“And you shall have me,” she purred again. She reached up to gently caress his face. Her thumbs traced his plump, youthful cheeks and as she approached his eyes, she whispered again. “Close them. Indulge me in this simple act of trust.”

Alice was not the sort of predatory that Helriel was, but she felt a swell of pride when the man hesitated. Some distant part of his primitive brain recognized the danger he was in, but that part was far away and weakened by more pressing matters. He closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her again. As they kissed, Alice called upon the empty, despairing energy at her disposal. Tendrils over void and shadow extended from her. They were like heat mirages in the darkness, and for the time being, she was the only one to feel them. They coiled about her limbs and waited for her command.

But when she broke from the kiss, there were no words this time.

Instead, she placed her thumbs over his eyelids and started to apply gentle pressure. As he started to pull away and panic, Alice used the void to hold him in place. He struggled more and threatened to scream, but the expression died in the hollow of his gaping mouth when Alice’s spell took hold.

Memories, vivid and dreadful, poured into him. He saw Helriel’s true form, but only in incomprehensible flashes. The space between each flash was filled with his own imagination. She stirred up images of things that scared him and things that aroused him. She pressed hard to muddy his memory of their evening together. She warped the image of who he was with to the point that he wouldn’t remember her eye or hair color. She wasn’t seeking to do irreversible damage to his mind, not like past victims, so it took a significant amount of focus to back off as he started to cry and piss himself. When Alice let go entirely, the man dropped to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut.

“Necessarily evil,” she whispered, as if to remind herself that she couldn’t finish him off nor could she let him die. She pulled out a flask from his pocket and emptied the contents on his clothes and chin before pressing it into his hand. She left his pants in their unfastened state but took care to drape a nearby blanket over him.

Alice didn’t want the man to die. She wanted him to remember a brush with a monster and have no one truly believe his story. So, if he was going to survive a night, alone and passed out in the Wood, it meant Alice would have to watch over him to keep other predators from taking advantage of his vulnerability. She wrapped herself in shadows and climbed a nearby tree to keep an eye on him until he got up and wandered back to town.

Then she could return to Quin for the night. She could go home and wash the demonic stink from herself and engage in an act of love that was more recognizable.

[ Mentions @anthionsoulshade​ @subjectragnar​ @sailynthesayaad​ and @thoseoftforgotten​ ]

[tempthornton]

😴 - have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?😘 - what charectors are you currently writing?😫 - do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut?

Okay, time to sit down for a long post, doing these out of order cause... I got a list:

have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?

I don’t really ‘give up’ on blogs. I might not be active with them, but I never give them up. The few I’ve had to delete were crackpot ideas I didn’t get to really start. I have a lots of characters, but my characters never vanish. I might have someone I wrote about once and three years later I’ll be like ‘oh! I have lore now to back this character up. Part of that is what happened with Temperance. I wanted a witch from Drustvar and started to make her. But then I made another character who took my interest and Temp was put on the side until inspiration hit.

With Shadowlands coming and the fact that Drust magic is necromantic I thought I would mix one of my favorite books series as a child to reinspire me to play Temperance. So far it’s working. It also helps I have some amazing RP friends who want to meet my innocent witch. I find if I have at least a friend or two who want to play with a character the character stays as a more active blog.

do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut?

Ummmm.... All but with different reasons. I love me some good fluff because it helps give my character times to lick their wounds. Angst is fun if I want to torture a character. Like Temperance with her crush on Laurent is all me wanting to have some angst with her, Son’Ispa, and Alexander. As for smut... I have Quin for that. Quin is my hypersexual, bi to pansexual, Dom. He’s just, just the most controlled asshole I have and man he makes writing smut fun. I don’t write smut publically and I’ll only write smut with people I know well. It’s not something I do all the time though since sex gets really boring to write if that’s all you write, but I am always good for some foreplay scenes with him and his soulmate. They are my OTP and I will never change my mind about that.

what characters are you currently writing?

*cracks knuckles cause this is going to take a bit* I play the following characters. Complete with their Tumblr names:

Malura Underchild: @maluraunderchild

Mal is my oldest WoW character, before warcraft, she was a D&D character. Malura is a half high elf Timewalker and she has done everything. The last ten years in game playing her I have had her living with the Forsaken, being a soldier, being a ranger, living with the Tauren, she was a spy, a political manipulator, a leader, and just so much more. She’s really got a lot of baggage but she plays stuff off because if she focuses on it for too long... she realizes just how messed up her life as been. But Mal will always be my main, I might not play her as much, but she’s always in my heart.

Earl Darsa Carrington: @darsacarrington

Darsa is my loud mouth half Gilnean half Lordaeronian noble. More he’s a lord of Lordaeron but his dad’s family is Gilnean. He’s a giant of a man but has a heart of silver. Darsa used to be a drug dealer until a lot of stuff happened, he found out he was a noble woman’s bastard and now has an island outside of Tirisful Glades that lets Forsaken and humans live together. He’s also a monster hunter and wants to give monsters the option of a place to live if they won’t kill people outright.

Duchess Alle Beithloch: @allebeithloch

Alle... oh Alle. Alle is based on the Grimm’s Fairytale ‘Of All Kinds of Fur’, or as I lovingly call her ‘a Lovecraft Disney Princess’. She’s a very careful woman and has her Duchy as a haven for people who can’t fit in with the Alliance. There’s a lot of homebrew lore I use for her and I normally try to warn people before they RP with her. But if you ever need something for a storyline, Alle might have it. Her family specializes in making deals, but everything you ask for will come with a price. It might be as simple as a strand of hair, or your firstborn child, you’re never going to know with this woman. I am not including them separately, but Alle lives with 10+ sayaad who she considers her family. The woman has a soft spot for monsters and demons.

Quin: @subjectragnar

Quin is going to be going through some changes this year. With Shadowlands coming he’s about to find out some stuff about how he was born. Quin was an experiment by a select group of Kirin Tor, the experiment that made him ‘failed’ and as the product of the experiment he was banished and sentenced to death as a baby. His adopted father a then High Elf found him starving in the streets of Dalaran. Quin is something most mages fear though, he’s a black hole for all magics if your skin touches his skin your magic is negated for as long as he is touching you. It’s a big boon for him but he’s always seen it as a curse. Instead of using magic to solve his problems he became an engineer and after some really messed up stuff, Quin also became a serial killer who targets slavers and other horrible people of the world. I always joke Quin is what would happen if Batman and Jigsaw had an anti-magic baby. He’s really on the top of my list as one of my favorite characters though... And he’s half of my favorite OTP with him and his soulmate Alice ( @alas-ward)

Lorcan Beithioch: @lorcanbeithioch

Lorcan is Alle’s distant cousin. Yes they have really similar names, I messed up naming Alle at first and decided when I made some extended family for her that they would have the correct name. Lorcan is my Drustvar witch... the one who distracted me from Temperance. Lorcan is more on the Drust side, he’s paraplegic and uses Drust constructs to walk. He’s a bit of a savage, but his family is all like that. They’re not... normal and are very tribal in their thinking. For the last 100 years, they were preparing for a massive face-off with another family, now that they don’t have to worry about that anymore Lorcan’s clan has been relaxing and trying to reconnect to their noble cousins. Lorcan is also Olivia Lovecraft ( @olivia-lovecraft)’s biological cousin and Lorcan is very devoted to keeping his newfound family safe. This includes his soulmate @vermilion-valentine who is right now a ghost after being murdered in front of him. Lorcan actually feels the pain of her being dead, but he’s working on getting her a new body so they can be together again.

Lord Anthion Soulshade: @anthionsoulshade

Oh Anthion. Okay, Anthion is my grumpy vampire. Unless someone else plays a san’layn or other vampiric creature I normally keep him away from people. He has very limited morals and only cares about a few things. 1. His mate Alle Beithloch. 2. His children Quin and Alice 3...... nothing else. If your character is an enemy of the people he loves, he won’t think twice about trying to hurt people. Hence I keep him away from most RPers. Now, after that disclaimer, Anthion is a massive homebody and a bit of a grump. He’s undead but has a love of beautiful things and loves being around clever people (At least clever people who don’t insult him). He loves to cook, even if he can’t eat and he would be a psychologist in our world. His old experiments were studying the mind and seeing how it could heal or be broken. Now he supports Alle while pretending to be a void elf in the Alliance.

Dr. Carl Krogen: @carlkrogen

Technically one of my ‘newer’ characters Carl is loosely based on the Hellboy character Karl Kroenen. Carl is a relic hunter who is searching for immortality. After the fall of Lordaeroon he had a mental breakdown and started to have horrible survivor’s guilt. Being a skilled doctor he replaced his heart for health reasons and slowly made himself look undead. He’s not actually Forsaken but he looks like one and lives between the factions working for whoever will pay him the best. He’s currently dating Olivia Lovecraft and I am all down for this ship cause romantic immortality is so freaking adorable.

Isola Dia: @goddessinthemachine

Isola’s real name is The Machine. She’s one of Anthion’s experiments who... well her greatest wish was to become a god. She now lives as a living island in an undisclosed location and I originally made her be able to stop Quin if he went off the rails. Well people saved Quin and made him his vigilante self and Machine was given a body that looks like a living person. She’s been using it to travel the world and collect any technology she can so she can integrate it into her larger body. She’s a fun romp into me figuring out how someone would act if they believed they were a god, and Isola also scratches my H.R Giger love... cause she’s basically body and cosmic horror.

Temperance Thornton: @tempthornton

.... I almost forgot to write down Temperance. I don’t think I need to make too many introductions, but, Temperance was me watching Penny Dreadful and saying ‘it would be funny if the demon possessing the girl was just protective but still a monster’. Son’Ispa was made to be Temperance’s ‘guardian’ and I built up a few other cast of characters that might one day get their own blogs. Like Alexander, a void entity stuck in a human body? It just sounds like so much fun to write. I love it when big horrific monsters have to be human. It just makes me smile.

I have a lot of other characters I play, but these are the ones with blogs. I am debating about making Malura’s future boyfriend a blog, but I’m still feeling that out.

((Thanks for the ask @jacobdcheshyre))

[olivia-lovecraft]

For every ♥️ I receive I will write a love head canon For every ♦️ I receive I will write a personality head canon

Love Headcanon

Olivia can finally define love in a healthy way! This is a big deal for me as a writer because she was such a frustrating character when it came to love and romance. She clung to this idea that all love should hurt and end tragically.

But!

After a beautiful night with Carl, he instilled in her a very pure and real definition of love.

“Love is the most sublime and powerful truth. That is to say, if one loves themselves, they march tirelessly towards their full potential and seek their truest forms. To love another is to support and guide them towards those two very crucial traits. For many years, I thought love was about being another person’s other half, but recently I realized…. because of someone I love very much that it isn’t that at all. You don’t become a half of someone else just because you love them. You become a stronger whole because they love you.”

This excerpt comes from this ask, but it is the most beautiful and true definition of love Olivia has ever realized.

Personality Headcanon

Olivia is an absolute champion at holding a grudge. For example, Anthion Soulshade has been socially exonerated of his past crimes against his son, Quin. As it turns out, there was a HUGE miscommunication about Anthion’s intentions and today, Quin is on the road to forgiving Anthion.

Olivia, however, is nowhere near forgiving him. She tolerates him, but still hisses when she hears his name. This is coming after he saved her life, as well. Woman is just not going to let go of her anger.

Thank you for the asks, @kharrisdawndancer! | Mentions: @carlkrogen @subjectragnar @anthionsoulshade

[classic-return]

Quin Tarus

the basics ––– –

NAME: Quin Tarus

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: July 14

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black and short

EYES: Black

HEIGHT: 6′3

BUILD: Trained but lean

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He doesn’t have anything strange about him physically. Looks like a normal human.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  He doesn’t wear anything that seems to be of too much interest. Most of his clothing is generic and tends to be stuff that can be easily bought.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION:  Mage, Traveler

HOBBIES:  Cooking, dancing, learning anything he can get his hands on. Reading.

LANGUAGES: Common, Thalassian.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind,

BIRTHPLACE: He won’t say

RELIGION: None

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Being stuck how he is. Seeing the people he is loyal to be thrown aside and hurt even more.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: Anthion Soulshade (Adopted Father, ‘dead’)

SIBLINGS: None that he knows of

OTHER RELATIVES:  None he knows of

PETS: None at the moment.

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 / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / 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

Location: He’s going to be traveling all around the Alliance. So anywhere you want to meet him, he can be there. Being a mage is so handy that way.

RP Style: I’m a relaxed RPer but I do prefer RPing long term things on Discord compared to Tumblr or in game. But I’m normally down for almost anything and Quin is a very flexible character with a lot of backstory that has to be slowly uncovered.

[anthionsoulshade]

Find The Path P5

I don’t want to cross the circle. Alle had I have left Grandmother’s house and we have arrived to the standing stones. I’m not going to bother talking about the trip. Other than it was a mind bending affair, I was focused on this... This moment. As of right now, I know Alle loves me. I know what it feels like to be blessed with her light beside me. There isn’t fear fo what is to come. I can utterly trust her in this moment. Our plan, there are others she has to contact, but I believe in her. I believe in her like I would be able to believe in myself.

“Don’t let me forget what you said.” I asked as the trees around us moved and shifted. Distantly I can hear a little girl singing off key. Still I don’t press, I don’t want to know what makes these sounds. “Everything else I’ll happily forget, just don’t let me forget-”

A hand was on mine and in a moment I notice Alle look up at me with as saddened look. “I’ll tell you the thing that will ease you most.” But then she motioned to the stones. “Once you cross through you will only remember me telling you to take my hand to finish walking through. To you... You will never have come here.”

I know I have to trust her, that in this moment, I am going to be fully in her hands. Nodding I let her lead us. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to go back and have to suffer with not knowing how to save myself. All I want to is to stay here, go back to that strange house and not leave. Just never go back.

My first step closer and I feel my heart tighten. The next step I want to close my eyes. Don’t let me forget, please don’t let me forget. In the last step-

Still holding her hand I pass through the stones. I’m, not truly sure what was supposed to happen. Just a moment ago she asked me to take her hand and now, nothing.

Nothing accept I look down at her hand and see her skin is glowing. I don’t feel any burning sensation. Turning back to the stones we have come out from where we have gone and, I am bewildered suddenly. “What happened?” I asked looking between the stones.

“I took you to the other side so Grandmother could give you a boon. So you can touch me.” 

I’m still confused. I thought we were going somewhere to talk, but the look in her eye stops me. I want to ask her what we were doing in her Forest. What could I possibly have been doing in there? Obviously Alle found a way to remove my memory of it, and maybe that is for the best, she knows I can’t lie if I’m asked about it. Now, there is no reason to lie.

But Alle is not letting go of my hand. The moment she had looked up at me I felt like something has changed between us, but I don’t know what. “Alle Dear... What about me explaining-”

“No more thinking about that. We spoke, and now, we make do with what we have.” She was pulling in her lips though. Whatever I have forgotten, it cannot be easy for her. Why would she want to continue to call on me? Why would anyone want me with me having to be so temperamental. 

I’m utterly lost in the moment. Then, I notice the woods, Alle loves the woods. They are like the comfortable home only never ending and wild. I have a long list of reasons I love this woman, but now I’m too worried of what she’ll say.

“I love you.”

It was so fast I almost didn’t catch it. Glancing down she’s looking up at me. Her expression firm, but there is a light fear in her eyes. “I love you.” She repeated it once more so it stuck. My heart feels like it could beat. “And, now I can touch you and protect myself.”

But I reach out for her and slowly she leans in and lets me lightly hug her. This simple holding is worth more to me than anything in the world. Almost more than Quin coming back into my life. With the admittance, I was shaken in place. I want to be more than who I am for her. But something in the back of my mind tells me not to continue looking, just, be still, enjoy this moment.

“I love you too Alle Dear... I wish-” But I’m stopped as she looks at me. I don’t know what I wish. I can’t make larger thoughts about my current situation with out the pain returning. Instead I am glad to know that something was worked out, Alle has listened to me, and she loves me. I don’t know what else we can do.

Still leaning against me Alle spoke. She was so quiet that I wonder if I’m missing something. “I promised to tell you... But I need you to know we will find a path.”

That saying her and her kin use. It’s a frustrating thing for sure, but then I see some of the truth behind it. We’re finding the path. Maybe she’s just as lost as I am. Both of us knowing the truth but now, but the way she’s speaking, we will find the path, she hasn’t figured out how to free me yet either.

“I trust you.” I said and to me that means more than ‘I love you’. Any old fool can love someone, but I think I can do one better. I can trust that Alle won’t stop looking, but she will make sure both of us are safe in whatever she figures out.

Have I ever mentioned I am with a strong woman. Not strong as in she lifts weights, can throw men across a mat, or even get into a large fight. This is the strength that comes from a woman who has been hurt, but is willing to try something again. I have seen her first signs of rebellion. First it was reaching out to me, then it was offering to comfort me. 

Alle moves quickly when she makes up her mind about something. For one moment she’s looking up at me the nest she had gotten up to her toes and something warm and soft is pressed over my cheek. The kiss, it’s innocent, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I like it. This innocent kiss matters more to me than a million fucks I’ve had. 

I’m about to speak but she pulls away and gestures for us to keep walking again. Her pace is quicker and I think she’s on a mission. Maybe her mind is going to be running in circles until she knows how to free me. I start to pick up my own pace. While I can see the sun is getting close to set, I know my time here is going to be over soon. While I wish there had been a way we could free me now, I can see the determination in my chosen mate’s eyes. She’s on a mission, and that is to Find the Path.

((Mentions: @allebeithloch))

[maluraunderchild]

Is there a muse you never (or almost never) write, but want to write more?

*Looks over to my army* ...... I have too many.....

Not true, I have three characters who I keep in my head but I would love for them to get more friends and get back out there.

Quin:

My vigilante serial killer, engineer, all-around walking seduction machine... I’m not joking! Friends and I joke that every succubus who meets him wants to sleep with him, but can’t because of his anti-magic abilities. Before he was with @alas-ward Alice he would randomly sleep with any man who would offer. He’s... intense, I love playing him because he is so intense. He’s currently in an open relationship (Meaning he will sleep with men but Alice is the only woman he wants in his life. Though he is looking for a man who will play with both of them. They have a list of requirements) but I would love him to get more friends and start branching back out to meet people. One of the things I really wanted for him was he would work for some legal fixer groups, if they failed their mission their target would go missing a month later, having been kidnapped by Quin and Alice and the target’s body never being found again. He’s a dark character when you scratch under the surface, but he’s also just a charming man who knows when to keep his passions hidden.

Anthion:

Man I would love to get Anthion back out there. I just finished writing a novel for him and Alle and I just love this asshole. Anthion needs a lot of care though, he doesn’t take kindly to people since he is a San’Layn and he thinks of 90% of people are just blood bags waiting to be juiced. But if you are a friend of one of the three people he cares about he will stay his hand if he finds himself annoyed. Other vampire characters could play well with him, but he doesn’t like broody vampires, he’s lived around them before. Been there, did that, and got the t-shirt. Anthion would do well with researchers letting himself nerd out about psychology again. He’s not an adventurer but he once and a while does something to bring a gift back to his mate, but it’s rare, and I wouldn’t put that as a good RP starter. He’s more likely to break everyone’s neck in the room and walk out with the object not even thinking twice about what he did. He’s not a bloodthirsty vampire... he just, doesn’t care.

Lorcan:

My Male Drustvarian Witch. Like Lorcan and his whole family are a bunch of heathen dorks. Lorcan himself is probably one of the tamer family members. Currently, Lorcan is looking over the ancestral land that has been in his family's blood for... well too long. He has a few storylines I’d love to do. His parents were murdered by witch hunters, he has to get his soulmate a new body after she was murdered last year, and his mentor is still waiting and watching to try to rip his soul out. Lorcan is just.. really fun to play since he doesn’t get much of Azeroth. He’ll call Draenei ‘Demons of the Light’ and refuses to be corrected, he also thinks a good half of Worgen either don’t deserve their ‘blessing’ or are like beings out of his families stories and he utterly fanboys over them (He does this to his soulmate... cause the man just adores her).

((Thanks for the ask @manaheart! I have more... but these three are just the top ones for today))

[subjectragnar]

What is a Father

Menethil Harbor had been a brilliant choice on Madly’s behalf. I haven’t been here often enough to have a connection, and I doubted the man I was about to go see would have any connection here. Still, I am nervous, more nervous than I would care to admit.

A few days ago I came into the possession of another letter from my brother, but the letter was not the normal innocents that was normally a breath of fresh air. Instead, he was apologizing. Over and over again he apologized that our father has, found me. Satorious also wrote a letter, one that changed a lot of what I thought about a lot of things. Not a full change, but, enough that I was letting this happen.

Satorious gave me a background I didn’t expect. For so long Anthion just avoided me wondering what my biological family were like, he refused me to even think about it. It didn’t stop me from thinking if my mother loved me or not. If I had been like all babies and my parents hoped for a good future and life for me. Satorious was able to tell me that my mother did love me, even as she died she didn’t blame me and my abilities, that it was part of the risk. Just that information, even if my biological father is lying to be or not about everything else. I’ll take the lie that she loved me.

Sitting at the tavern I have picked a table off to the side. My clothing isn’t my best, but it’s far from my worst. I want him to meet my blank slate that I let all normal people meet. I don’t want them to know where I live, what I do for a living. I just want him to see my face and that be it.

I’ve seen him before though. When Vincent came to visit me months ago I had lingered knowing our father was going to be arriving. Madly gave me a chance to hide in her arms as I watched the man walk out from the mage tower and over to my half brother. We do look so much alike.

Today Satorious is dressed in a modest robe. He was dressed modestly before and I have to wonder if this is something he does because he wants to be seen as something forgettable, or, is this as he mentioned in his letter, part of his punishment. He’s a tall thin man with a trimmed goatee. I catch myself in thinking that both of my fathers seem to favor that hair style. Only Anthion would be rolling his eyes and wanting to vomit up blood if he knew I thought that.

He doesn’t seem to notice me at first, but finally, we make eye contact. I don’t know if he knows it’s me, but I’m one of only so many people here, and I look like him. After a long debating pause, one that might mean he is second guessing this whole thing he walks up to my table.

“Quin?” He asked quietly.

I’m drinking a good wine, not expensive, but one of the good slightly complex wines I favor on days like this. I don’t get up. I don’t know how to speak to him. I can see Madly sitting at another table in her illusion, but I wish she was beside me. Still I look up at him and nod. “Satorious.” I don’t need to pretend where I was raised so I don’t hide my high elven accent. “Do you drink wine?” I look to the cup of wine then back to him.

He was breathing slowly as he sat down. “I do...” But his voice is quiet and as I watch him small tears were welling up in his eyes. “You look so...”

“Alive?” I said trying to keep the nearly thirty years of resentment from my voice. 

“Comfortable.” He said with a small bow of his head. “I could say I’m sorry, but I would be sayin-”

I don’t want to hear sorry. When Madly and I read the letter I worried this was going to be a trap, all I want right now is to know the answers to my questions. “I’m not here for excuses, you explained enough. That you tried but still let them take me. To throw me into a street.”

Satorious didn’t launch into defending himself instead he nodded, his whole body crumbling at the words I said. “I know... I tried then, I became weak. I thought if I let them take you, maybe they’d send you somewhere safe... They didn’t tell me what they were going to do, everyone else who managed the, experiment was executed.”

“Why were you spared then? Why not kill you and me?” I said now feeling a bit more anger to a past I had no say in.

He shook his head. “I cut them a deal, I.. lied. I told them I didn’t know anything about the experiment. That I married who my parents told me to and that’s it. I told them that I would destroy all of my families records. That I would be a model mage for them, only if they didn’t kill you.”

And, like that my world has turned on it’s axis. “You, tried to keep me alive through a deal.”

“I did, but they told me I wasn’t allowed to look for you. I saw.” He stopped as his voice caught. “I saw you twice and the mages I was with dragged me away before you could see me... I was there the day that elf took you away. I’m so glad he did.”

I’m free falling and not sure what to say. “And you couldn’t come look for me or speak to Anthion because, you would be punished more?”

“I would be killed. If anyone knew I was meeting you today, I would be killed. But I needed to see you...” HIs voice drifted as he watched me for a minute. I’m not sure what he was looking at, but he was very focused. “How are you doing? I mean.. right now, I can’t even begin to think how hard things have been. How are you feeling right now?”

I’m stunned, so much of my childhood was, mixed up around in my head. If he’s not lying, which he could be, but if he’s not, then I was never throw away, it was the only way I might survive.

It takes me a long minute to find my voice. My mind is like being in a thick fog and I don’t know what to say. “Distant, this is not what I expected...”

“You expected a mage to be distant and think of you as a number on a piece of paper?” His words hit hard though. There is no way for him to know that that is how Anthion wrote me in his files. Distant, uncaring. That is what I was expecting and being called out his eyes lowered to the table. “Quin, I’m so sorry. I am. I didn’t lie about thinking about you and hoping you were alright.”

Then he did the thing I didn’t expect, he reached across the table to me. 

“It’s alright to take my hand.” He said, but I was falling hard on years of warnings.

“You know what I can do. That I’m absorbing magic?” I said it quietly as I watched his expression, but he didn’t pull away.

There, he smiled, we have a similar smile. His hand stayed out to me as he shook his head. “My Boy... I know exactly what you can do. You’re fine. It’s safe.”

“Even if I’m touching someone who’s filled with void magic? What’s the limit for it?” I felt my heart pounded as I thought about the current worry Madly and I have been facing.

Blinking a bit Satorius seemed to be thinking about it. “There shouldn’t be any problems, the magic you can’t contain, if it ever got to that point, should allow you to be in touch with your actual magic. But it doesn’t stockpile, magic you absorbed... six years ago? It’s gone, it’s already faded.”

That, that really was my biggest fear. I wanted desperately to look over to Madly, to tell her we would be alright. But I held my tongue as I looked at him. “I have a mate. She’s here but I won’t point her out.”

Satorious seemed to have a saddened look. “I am... so sorry. I can see how much you’ve learned not to trust people. Did that elf hurt you?”

“No. He was a good father to me.” I was trying to read his look and suddenly I noticed guilt, guilt that if he had kept me I might not be so untrusting as I am. “Just when Silvermoon fell things were difficult, and, he passed away. He more became undead.”

“Forsaken?”

“No.” I said quietly but shrugged. “Darkfallen. It’s best if you don’t try to contact him, he thinks I’m dead.”

Again there was that look. Guilt maybe lived in his heart and I don’t know how to accept that. I was expecting a cold man, someone like what Anthion had turned into. HIs hand stayed out to me, and when he spoke it was quieter. After a moment I came to the conclusion that he was probably worried about me, Darkfallen aren’t a casual talking point. “I will do everything I can to keep you safe again... I should have done more, I should have left Dalaran years ago to go find you.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked now noticing that small hole in his story.

He was blinking but nodded. “I met Vincent’s mother? She.. she was good, we’ve been going through some rough time together. Her father was one of the men who wanted to execute you, but at the start she wanted to hear me out, keep me safe. And when the elf came, I assumed he wouldn’t ever let me see you. I thought, I was never going to see you again.” Those last words caught in his throat and he looked up at me as tears were starting to well up again. “I failed, and I don't know how I’ll ever make it up to you.”

I don’t know how to feel and I’m feeling completely adrift. Looking across the Tavern I meet Madly’s eyes and motion for her to come over. I need to have her beside me, there’s no way I’m going to keep talking to this man... this my father with out her support. I can’t fully hate this man, not after what he’s told me. As I see my mate coming over I reach out and take my father’s hand. “I want you to meet someone.”

((Mentions: @alas-ward, @anthionsoulshade))