#Raerys Rosewood

[raevan-muns-supercut]

“I think I smell a Rat...”

The cigarette butts were piling up in her ashtray, but the music box played on and on. She'd not listened to this collection of songs in forever, and it was a considerable departure from her usual fare. To anyone passing on the street they would hear only the muted versions, the frenetic swings from one genre to another, the window rattling volume dulled. It was poor containment really; the roar was just that as it splashed against the windows and lost all semblance of form or melody. Under her desk her feet tapped, to either side of her desk and littering the floor were balls of expensive stationary that had escaped the cruelty of her pen. A hissing suck against her cigarette fell into the gap between songs, sounding very much like the opening of a vault, some chamber sealed by time and ignorance spreading its maw to unleash terror trapped behind it. She read over the letter, her eyes a sea of hot green with only pin pricked pupils to guide their gaze. Certain fingers flicked ashes into that spilling ashtray, while another set tapped the fountain pen speedily atop her desk. It had taken eight attempts to write this letter, to stop her hand barring down so hard upon the point that all the letters began to run together like watercolor. The first two had been pierced by the pen, by the spite and wrath that informed it, that molded it into some image of placid acceptance and dare she imagine it, contrition. Neither of those feelings were felt, only articulated finally on the piece of paper before her by sheer exercise of mind over matter. It needed to feel real. It needed to be a "true lie," the sort that was only made true by being a pale shadow to the facts underneath it. "Fucking bitch..." Raerys crooned as she stuffed the letter into an envelope. "You sure can pick them... everyone wants to run your fucking life when they don't approve, but lo and fel-fire if you have a thing to fucking say about theirs." The next song began to play, and she sang along as she licked the gummed seal of the envelope and then reached for her wax and House Sunbough Seal. "Oh, I think I smell a rat... all you little kids seem to think you know just where it's at..." Her voice was raw, sliced, and diced by night's argument, the screams and groans of angry sex and the hot sting of cigarette smoke. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest when the notes were bent at odd angles, she simply focused on the task, melting some wax upon the small oil lamp on her desk and dribbling its gold shimmer on the pointed fold of the envelope. "Walking down the street carrying a baseball baaaaaaat!, Oh I think I smell a rat!" The lyric ended as the family seal came down with just the right amount of pressure. She couldn't go ruining the whole thing by splattering hot wax all over the back of the envelope. Tris might not see the difference, but Raerys couldn't rule out the woman passing off the letter to Ouro, who would likely see all the things between the lines. There were several more letters, a few of invitations and some bills that she'd burned through as she worked to formulate the proper wording and tone for the letter. The invitations stood out, black paper, gold seal and fancy gold ink had been used to inscribe the addresses on their front. Raerys leaned back in her chair, looking over the morning's labors with a smile, which was not quite a smile. While the corners of her mouth upturned, there seemed a little too much teeth, a bit of bite in the livid swirl around her eyes. She was glad that bit of unpleasantness was done. She had to admit, it was the best ploy she had at the moment. But if things went as she hoped, by and by she'd stretch into the role that seemed left to her to play. All her life she'd done what she could to ignore, refuse, fight and resist the influence of her mother's machinations upon her own manners. Phaedrei had once pointed out that Raerys' difficulties with lies more than likely contributed to her family meddling in her memory. She had refused, doggedly to tow the family line, to play the little games of cat and mouse, to create passable fiction to insulate them from the prying eyes, judgments, and perhaps persecution of others. If there was a path away from emulating her mother, she'd taken it. In all things, and to the extreme.  Her mother had been the Sadist. Her mother had been the manipulator, the liar, the whore, the controlling narcissist. Raerys had fought to create an identity for herself from the negative image, the light around the shadow her mother had cast. But she spent the wee hours considering both the things that Ouro had said to her, and the experiences of the last year. It seemed to her at least, that perhaps it was time to revisit mother's methods, to ponder to what ends Raerys herself might require a touch of the woman's wiles. In suffering her mother's wrath, constant interference, and outright abuse, Raerys had not once stopped to consider that anything the woman had ever done or said might be valuable. However, in the darkness and the still cold of her bed, she'd combed and picked through the strands of time and began to reconsider. It had never occurred to her, while she'd lingered in her small circles of outcast nobility, that there were those who existed beyond that sphere who had any resemblance to her mother. She had spent her time with cousins and her brother, this shamed Lord or cast off Lady, listening and observing their behavior, but she'd never truly succumb to all the courtly contrivances, to the intrigues and the drama. While among them, she had also set herself apart from them all, being the "sweet," the "solid," the "rebellious" Raerys. Tonight, would begin her re-education, her re-alignment to her birthright, if one might call it that. There were things, she promised herself she would not do. There had to be limits, if for no other reason that that her mother had been just plain evil. But, if the world outside of the enclave of her youth was filled with monsters, those who could lie, keep secrets, manipulate and make an art of hypocrisy then, perhaps it was time to get up to speed. The only good defense was a good offense and she could no longer afford to rest upon the idealism of her childhood. The time had come for her to integrate what she had learned good and bad, into something of a worthy defense. She wanted to feel safe, to feel happy, to be in control of her choices and her life. And she wanted what she'd always wanted, freedom from the expectations and demands of others. She clucked her tongue at herself, pushing out of the chair while reaching for her smokes. As she'd said to Ouro the night before, if it made people more comfortable for her to be a vapid twit, she'd be that. But not without sequestering something private and secret just for her. Tris had needs, Ouro had needs, and their needs were private, were their own, were dangerous to themselves and others. Well, she had needs too, needs she'd been told were all the same... self destructive, dangerous. And she'd forced herself to sublimate them for the approval of the only two people left who she loved. Where, she wondered, was the reciprocity.

Despite the din of the music box, she mused aloud the answer. "No where... no fucking where..." She laughed softly, head shaking as she danced toward her closet, body swaying and bouncing to the featureless music that blasted the room.  She needed to find just the right thing for the evening's festivities, the right dress, shoes and jewels, and then it was off to Dalaran for a hair and nail appointment. She'd be receiving guests at eight, and she had to be ready.

(( Musical Accompaniment: “I think I smell a rat” - The White Stripes ))

@trisandrah @ouroandar@ouroandar

[saltsparkle]

Send this to the 12 nicest people who you know or seem to have a good heart. If you get five back then you must be pretty awesome!

I try my best! 

Thank you @raerys-rosewood!

[ouroandar]

March 8th, Afternoon

Raerys,

I’ll make my way over as soon as my schedule allows which should be within the next couple of hours.  Won’t be able to stay the night as I have previous engagements to tend to in the very early morning hours, but hopefully I can offer you a decent chunk of time.

See you soon, Ouro

While a picnic wasn’t on his list of ‘normal things Ouro enjoys doing’, he would happily oblige her request.  Despite their vast differences, the two had a certain spark that was undeniable.  Entertaining conversation, amazing food and a chance to make her howl at the moon, how could he say no?  

And he knew just how to spice things up even more in a way she wouldn’t be expecting.  The great outdoors is always more fun when guns are involved!

@raerys-rosewood

[gloamingdawn]

"In your medical opinion how often should a couple who are active with each other and others be checked out by a Doctor? I mean, for you know... things?"

“Are you talking about diseases or pregnancies? Because if it’s diseases, if you’re completely exclusive with each other, getting a cleanse at the start of the relationship wouldn’t be terrible, but if you’re both clean it’s fine and should continue to be fine. If you’ve got an open relationship or are polyamorous? Stopping by a clinic or hospital for a quick cleanse every week or so is smart. If you’re paranoid after a one-night stand? Drop in whenever. No one will mind. Again, a lot of this depends on how active you are and how active your partners are, but I feel like ‘better safe than sorry’ fits very well here. 

...If it’s a pregnancy you’re worried about, a good alchemist can hook you up with preventatives or a doctor can set you up a term plan.”

( Thanks @raerys-rosewood! ) 

[raevanmun]

why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

Apparently you and @symmarilshatterunwra​ are both sadists.I have to preface this response with a little literarydrivel. I am a huge, HUGE fan of transgressive fiction. In my writing I have done my best to adhere tothe basic elements of the genre, though my writing style is often more floridthan is typical. So, all of my characters tend to have deviant pasts, secretsand proclivities that are both a source of relief from lives that are eitherbanal and meaningless or are broken by trauma and sometimes a mixture of thetwo.Usually, a narrative emerges either from some music, a pieceof art, or just musing in general and sometimes through the combined creativeeffort of myself and a writing partner. A few of these characters have beenconceived of with and for partners I have or have had.Raerys (Rosewood) Songbrook - Raerys’ isa compilation of feelings and narratives that I spliced together from writingdone with @symmarilshatterunwra​ and a deep interest in actual cults that I have. I havespent several hundred hours watching various documentaries about religiouscults. Raerys family were involved in a very fringe cult of Sun WorshipingQuel’dorei. In it there is love of power for power’s sake, the corruption thatcomes from that and the fanatical drive to create a “pure” blood line thatwould create the greatest minds in the pursuit of the Arcane. That pursuit of apure bloodline and the use of both religious doctrine and sexual coercion aremain themes in her life, start to finish.Her journey is one of cleansing and redemption, a move towardwholeness and healing after a life of privileged trauma.The next I have to take in Tandem - because their stories areintertwined.Kaereah andPhaedrei Bitterdawn - The Bitterdawn sisters are opposite ends of theemotional and social spectrum. This is due to some really shitty stuff thathappened when they were growing up. They are in truth, half sisters. Phaedreiis the elder of them. Kaereah is the baby of the family and the result ofan “Oooops” their mother had after having been widowed.   Phaedrei is responsible to a fault, is taciturn, cruel and fairly ACE. Headcannon says she's never been with anyone, romantically or otherwise. She's toofocused on her work, on her magic, on herself and the compartments of her life.She is deeply sad, a dank sort of depression eats at her and keeps her at arm'slength from anyone. Kaereah is the opposite side of the same coin. She is gregarious, friendly, andgenerally "open" to people she meets, but then, she's also aprostitute and has been for many years. She is not really open, any more sothan her sister, though she has been in love once. Was hurt terribly, and sincehas walled off her emotions and used sex as a way of life and a weapon since. They are in equal parts the unfortunate reaction to a childhood in which theironly role model found validation in relationships, not in herself or herchildren. Determined not to follow in their mother's footsteps they respondedvery differently, only to arrive at essentially the same emotional place. Theyhate one another, because both judge the other as maladjusted, without seeingthe irony of their situations and having any empathy for the other and all thatthey have suffered.Nolah Blackfyre - Nolah is a amalgamof rogue tropes, which are usually played out by men. I was drawn to her as acharacter because she is a SHE. She is devil may care, full of swagger andpomp, but she's also wears that like a mask, hiding behind it is a ruthlesskiller who no one would ever imagine is capable of the things she is. She isalso, an incurable romantic, seeking for that perfect lover who to quote TheEagles, "won't blow my cover, but they're so hard to find." As I posted ages ago on her tumblr, she is made of cigarettes and song lyrics.She is a poet, a ponderous creature who writes secret poetry and who is tragicin all the ways that rogues usually are.

Kordelaine Sunbriar - Kordelaine ismy idea of a "millennial belf." She likes techno, house and trancemusic. She is into her gadgets, thinks the world is all fucked up but feelspretty powerless to fix it. It sounds strange I know, but she's in no smallpart inspired by both of my sons, one who has had some issues with drugaddiction and depression and the other who is a quiet and very nerdy kid. I was drawn to her as a way to sort of tap into what I enjoy most about millennials.What makes them interesting to me as a GenX'r. Their music, their sardonic viewof the world, their desire for community and connection in a world that isincreasingly small and yet isolated by technology.

Tzilli Bloodsky - I am drawn toTzilli because who doesn't want to play a comic book villain? She's a completeasshole. She's a narcissistic, overly intellectual anarchist who is really justa nihilist. She is in her mind, "Self Made" in the same way that mostAyn Rand female characters are...  whichis also fun to mock and play with. She's really just Ra's al Ghul with tits anda cute face.Selkara Blackvale - Selkarah and herTwin Selakiir are Castor and Pollux. Or were... until something terriblehappened. She was always the darker half, the dangerous one, the thinker ofdeep and dark thoughts. He was the kind one, the sweet one, the good one... andthen the Void. I am drawn to Selkara because she has been utterly undone withher brother's corruption. Thrust from the role of the corruptor into the role of the caretaker has lefther unbalanced, freewheeling and frightened. She now struggles with theknowledge of her brother's slowly creeping madness, to feel him mentally,spiritually and emotionally within her, but unable to affect what is theeventual outcome of his state. The struggle to change horses midstream and become a hero in her own life iswhat is interesting about Selkara, that and her adoration and love for Rey. Reyhas helped to soften her, to support her transformation from shadowy bitch intosomething deeper, more and closer to wholeness. Rila Greenleaf - Rila is the Fool ofthe Tarot, but in female form. She is the child in William Blake's Songs of Innocenceand Songs of Experience. She is moving from utter ignorance through temptation,corruption and with luck, out the other side. I am drawn to Rila's arc in thesame way that anyone who's read De Sade's "Justine" is drawn to thecharacter and the conclusion of her story. How does the madness of absolutelibertinism end if it is born by one of a completely pure soul?

Jonadori Winterborne - Jona has beenbashed around in some pretty unfortunate rp arcs. She's not broken but she'sbeen reworked a bunch and at present I am not sure I am utterly in touch withher. So, I am not sure what to say about her in this respect.

Aembrose/Ambrose Longroad - Aembrose is a side character inRaerys' larger story. I originally made him just to play a part in herprogression, but there has been some interest in maintaining him as acharacter. I just haven't found found his voice yet. I am working on it.

Joaquin Brightquiver - He is a new character, very wetbehind the ears yet, but I am drawn to him because of his romantic and artisticsensibilities. He's a loner, been kicked around a good deal by life, but heloves to pain, he's consumed by his art, wine and women. He could be great, agreat and well-respected painter, but his addictions to alcohol and women whoare trouble keep him from being able to really move forward as an artist. I amdrawn to him, for the voice he offers.I don't usually play men, but when I write him, or plot for him, I feel such astrength of narrative that I feel sort of compelled to see the guy out. We'llsee if I really get under him and into his pov, it is still emerging, but whatI have done with him, I have really enjoyed.

Bryonny Larkspur - Bryonny is not yet entirelyfleshed out, that said... I find that character creation requires interaction,at least to firm up details. However, she's interesting to me from a conceptualpoint of view. Unlike Nolah who is despite her vocation a pretty easy to getalong with lady, Bryonny is far more "muy macho" and I have nicknamedher "The Shootist," in order to make the connection between her andold school male western tropes. She's a female in a man's world, she's mean andruthless.  I haven't written a characterlike her in a long time, and perhaps it is the opportunity to write one again,re-working the idea and refining it that makes her interesting to me.Violet Dal'vir - Violet is theoldest character I have here. She's an Apostate Blood Knight who for manyreasons rejects "current" Sin'dorei culture and wallows in her angstand resentment. She has little use for others, little use for friends orcompanions. The only people she's known for some time who care for her or caredfor her, eventually left her behind because she could not and would not bebudged from her bigotry and her dogmatic and uncompromising dedication to aregime and a world that no longer exists.I like her, because she's kind of my "Uncle Rukus" character. She issocial commentary turned inside out and upside down. If I bring Violet aroundto interact with your characters, you can expect it is because either I thinkyour character is too fluffy, or too edgy. She likes to shave the plumes offone and knock the corners off the other. This is why, in many ways, I equateher with trolling. Greneda Brightmorn - Greneda is thenewest of my characters and I won't lie, I've pretty much fallen in love withher. She is a taste of all my favorite old time movie vixens, mashed up with agood dose of Lucile Ball and Carol Burnett. She feminine exaggerated, she's gota dirty mind, a warm laugh and she loves people, all sorts of people. She likesto use politeness like a weapon, relies heavily on her "Blanche" likemanner when social situations get difficult or taxing, and when she'scomfortable with people or her context, she's a delightful companion.  I am deeply drawn to her, because I lovepeople like her in real life.

Thank you @ouroandarGreat if somewhat difficult question to answer. 

[zhrianaa]

Masque Ink - Opening May 9th

Location: Cleft of Shadow, Orgrimmar City, Durotar

Hours: By appointment, which can be set during any time of day. Doors will also be open when she is inside**.

Prices: Tattoos -

   Cost of a tattoo piece will vary based on design, color, and time needed. Minimum price of 50 gold.

Piercings -

   Ear piercings: 25 gold

   Facial piercings: 40 gold

   Navel piercings: 50 gold

   Genital piercings: 65 gold

   Dermals: 70 gold

The inside of the shop is decorated with a few glass pieces - a dragon, some glass flowers, and an interesting, impish candelabra. All crafted by the talented Zayneth. ( @glass-phoenix )

OOC Information

**While it’s mostly by appointment, it is possible Zhrianaa would be in the shop working on some things. So feel free to send me a message through Tumblr if you want to do something like a walk-in for some info or a piercing.

The prices are strictly In Character funds. I do not want real gold from you.

On my page, there is a link on the side, Masque Ink, with some examples of what she’s done and what she could do. Also under the tag   #IC Tattoo Parlor

This is my first time trying something like this, so please go easy on me. I had a lot of help from a number of people. Lain helped with the logo design and the name of the shop was his input when I sent out a list of possible names. I know I asked Iloam, Trisandrah, Rae, Dice, and Vasden a lot of things and their input was appreciated, too. ( @lainduskhollow @desolatedangel @trisandrah @raerys-rosewood @turning-through-the-never @vasdensoultreader )

[river-mist]

Habits: Bad

Tagged by: @andijelly

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

Tagging: @renthios-duskblade, @loveherdekay, @jaylith, @korinthas, @valasar, @fuzzymigglet, @smith-hadeon, @raenaith, @ilariizephyrgrin, @decaisabitch, @selysona-wra, @shiyurainbloom, @darnath, @meilina-autumnshade, @raerys-rosewood, @spiralsmadeofsilk, @tyerise, @seviar, @bootsnbadhabits, @hippocratic-malediction and anyone else who wants to do this!

[unabashedrebel]

:3 @andijelly @raerys-rosewood @asharri & nonny. Thank you so much. This like made my day, especially the lil side notes. I love them. I love all of you <3333 Thank you for being such wonderful friends.

[seraphai]

You didn't post a SS thing, but I'm gonna ask anyways cause I like this question: She gets to make, star in and cast a porno! What would the title be? What would the plot be? Who else would she cast?

House of Sin

Plot:  A private masquerade ball where each room has a different theme.

Cast:  

I was going to list all the rooms and who was in each room and just got overwhelmed.  So you just get the general cast.  I would be interested in knowing if I was right.  

@dicenne @riverblade @felonous @ouroandar​ @glass-phoenix all because duh

@ourcollectivefantasy – Iloam..because duh and how can you have a porno and not include Iloam?

@raerys-rosewood@andijelly, @laceandhalos, @gabbrialla, @theblacksails, @selysona again, all because duh!

@lone-wolf-howls because Tris thinks he’s all mysterious and suches

@lysander-dawnspring​ because he’s not experience…yeahhhhh

@morrigan-bloodthistle – who else to coordinate such an event.  As she is a terrible (good) influence.

I’m pretty sure I’ve missed someone and will probably edit this to add them.  Also, I could embarrass myself by going on with several people Tris has not met, but I shall stop now.

Thanks! @turning-through-the-never!  This was a fun question!

[valdiis]

Character Habits

Tagged by @puppet-master-jihye Tagging: @riverblade, @arandoros, @harlowevan, @allanmcgowan, and @raerys-rosewood.

Bold your character’s (bad) habits.

Tziska nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders 

Vy’thanis nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[raevan-muns-supercut]

“Dead-aerys and the Haunted - Dance Macabre” from The Succulent Tart - Trick-r-Tease

A slow fog creeps along the corners of the stage, tickled by a slight breeze. All is dark but for ghastly fingers of moonlight, cast downward as the great cool orb peeks from behind heavy clouds. It is silent, until in the distance a harp heralds Midnight, with slow stately plucks numbering twelve. Piano chords plod like feet through the fog.  (( Music Here )) Escaping the clouds, the moon shines upon a tall sparkling figure. White bones or were they diamonds, appear while a violin screams through the silence. The glittering visage of death, turns its grinning face toward the audience, tritone chords of the spectral violin enticing the feet to tap, the legs to playful motion.

The swath of moonlight expands, as does the song: the melody gathering the voice of a piano, which fades into view. Like the violin cradled against Death's chin and shoulder, it is comprised of grave dust and gossamer, its keys untouched by hands, living or dead as it shadows the Spectral Violin's jaunty tune.

Dead-aerys scampers in the fog. Death a Maiden Fair? Tonight, so it seemed. Moving across the stage, and trailed by moonlight, gravestones popped up behind her, skeletons dragging their desiccated forms from the earth's grip, eager to join  the dance.

Some wore the finery of life, while others so old and moldered, they were but wispy suggestions of who they once were. But, to the last they joined Dead-aerys as she capered about, violin daring the piano to follow in the musical diablerie.

Merrily Dead-aerys played, the violin and piano dueling for the honor of leading the dance. The rhinestoned skeleton whirled about between the mossy stones and amongst the clattering corpses, the moon's cool touch tossing bobbles of light into the darkness of the graveyard. The gleeful dead took up arm in arm, spinning wildly, allemande right, then allemande left.

The men among them wearing the remnants of trousers and hats jumped into the air, heels clicking together in a gruesome clatter. The ladies, in tattered frocks, clasped hands spinning dizzy circles, then broke apart like a covey of quail, returning to their partners. With the fortitude of death, both Skeletons and musicians reveled on beneath the Hallowed Moon's eerie glow.

The tempo slowed, the partners in death and dance drew close to one another. Skull to cheeky skull they clasped together, dancing slow and stately through the dew-wet grass and granite markers. Dead-aerys stopped in their midst, back bent as she drew her bow across the magical strings of the specter of her violin.

Dead-aerys' boney figure shimmered and waivered like a blue flame amongst the chalky dancers. Beneath the mask of death and thorny crown of blackened roses, she smiled, a tendril of curling red hair slipped the net confinement tumbling to one shoulder. The same gaiety infused the piano, though both played the warm cadence of near waltz-like music, indulging the dead in their desire for company.

Upwards the notes spiraled, violin and piano winding together like leaves caught on an updraft, then seemingly without warning they began their descent. One tumbled down, then the other, the notes rumbling in the lower register.

For a moment it seemed the tune had won the day, both violin and piano slowing and growing faint. The dancers however, seemed unaware, their stark white figures, pantomiming the footwork of better days. Just as one thought that perhaps the players were done for, they rallied. Dead-aerys arm sawed across the strings of her violin, while the piano's unseen player dropped chord after chord. The melody coughed, spasmed, fighting off the grip of death. The violin lamented, the piano fretted, and all the while the skeletons cavorted, much as they had in real life. Finally, the tune burst out, tone and tempo once more lively, if touched by the looming threat of dawn.

As the gloaming verged upon the horizon, the dead grew frantic along with the music. Soon the Hallowed Eve would be over, the night of delight for the dead passing for another year. Rushing to squeeze the most of the moments left they twirled their partners to and fro, leading them to the empty graves from whence they came. Lingering there in this liminal hour, they threw themselves into the dance with a near frenzy like devotion.

Some it seemed might fly apart, while others rotted reminders of clothing crumbled to leave them scant clad in their merriment. There was a harrowing sound to the music, piano and violin attentive to the hour. Couples embraced, old friends clattered boney hands together in shakes of salutation and farewell. Dead-aerys and her Haunted Accompanist did their best to do the event justice, salving the lonesome wandering of the spirits so housed.

A break came, the sun's hot eye lifted the cover of night and silence breathed into the assembly. Somewhere non-too-distant a rooster crowed and the dead along with the merry-making musicians disappeared into the graveyard's loamy breast.

While the Long Departed returned to their earthy beds the violin could still be heard, its straining strings playing on, growing ever distant. Bathed in light, the graveyard seemed none the worse for wear, just the dew-flattened grass, and un-housed spiders crawling about the lichen kissed headstones to hint at the night's event.

[kanekuran]

😍

send me a 😍, and I’ll find a picture of your muse’s face claim that I really like

After his friend had gone and left, Kane made his way towards his room at the Legerdemain Lounge. Upon reaching the door, a person slapped an envelope to his chest. Glancing down, he whipped around to see who else held envelopes like his. Other than his own, nobody else caught one. Taking a few steps backward he quickly made his way up to his room.

Kane slipped his finger into the envelope to have the seal break. While glancing inside, he saw a woman with a gaze to make a man weak in the knees. Pulling it out he looked at the photo with his brows raised. “Tantalizing gaze you got their love.” He murmured moving one foot in front of the other once more to finally relax in his room.

[ @raerys-rosewood ]

[raevanmun]

Writer in search of same for rpz

I am looking for more rpz, particularly of the Tumblr & Discord sort.  As I return to work tomorrow, and I may be swallowed whole by the military industrial complex, my time in Game will be short save for weekends and that’s when the Real Life happens.  Sooo... I need, desire, dream of? More rps and not just for Raerys. While she’s a lovely dame, she isn’t where the lovely or the dames stop.  I’ve several other OC’s under the cut for folks to rp with and at. So, please, if you’ve been meaning to rp with me, don’t be shy. If Raerys seems too busy - approach me about one of the others.  Some of them, their tumblrs are space - but that’s primarily due to lack of interaction so, gimme some...  I am open to new friends, old friends, old ships, new ships, frenemies, besties, whatever, on any of them.  Thanks!  Raerys Songbrook (formerly Rosewood)’ - Actually fun and nice Mun @raevanmun

Kordelaine Sunbriar 

Geek,Engineer,Parolee,Spell & Food Filcher,Music Nut

Phaedrei Bitterdawn 

Priestess, Snoop, Augur, Mind Reader, Busy-Body, Animal Lover & Salty B*tch

Kaereah Bitterdawn

Masseuse, Tea Leaf Reader,Madam of  @thedancingmaideninnwra, & Harlot

Nolah Blackfyre

Fool in the Streets - Death Dealer in the Darkness, Poet, Stargazer, Forger, Poisons Expert, Drug Fiend and Pie Eater.

Tzilli Bloodsky 

Sanguine Witch, Hematology Student, Thaumaturge, Evil Genius,Scary Doll, Anarchist & Provocateur (Horror/NSFW Trigger Warnings) 

[zhrianaa]

Bold everything your muse has done:

broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high| been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love There would have been a lot less if I did this around this time last year. xD My poor Zhri.. Tagged by: @ayrai-blackwood Tagging: @vasdensoultreader @lainduskhollow @tziska @solarine @raerys-rosewood @turning-through-the-never Anyone from @ourcollectivefantasy that wants to

[sivar-ooc]

“Ah… another lovely redhead. Such a different breed, are they not? Each one fiery in their own unique way. It is fascinating. Then again, all women are such lovely, tangled mysteries.”

-{{ @raerys-rosewood }}-

[ourcollectivefantasy]

❣

Send in ❣ for my character suddenly being joined in the bathe by yours

Iloam happily turned off the taps as the second round of steaming, clean bathwater filled the porcelain basin. After what they’d done with that strawberry-rhubarb tart he’d needed an entire first go to scrub it all out of his hair & beard - not to mention finding graham cracker crust in several surprising intimate places. He lifted his hands and raked long fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes just in time to spy Raery’s coming through her bathroom door. He grinned as the cool Sunday afternoon sunlight danced across pale, sensuous curves. 

“Gods above, yer bonnie as a siren,” he praised as he shifted to the back of the tub and set the water off-balance against the lip. “I’d ‘ave ta tie meself ta t’e marsts ta resist yeh.”

Raerys’ sweet-heart lips curved in a pleased smile as she practically purred with his attention. She lifted a dainty foot to climb into the claw-foot tub and they both laughed at the squeeze. Water sloshed across the bathroom tiles in a tidal wave of bubbles, turning the piles of their clothes into squishy islands. 

“Are you sure it’s me who’s the siren?” She asked, sliding against the slipperiness of his torso and glancing down at the coy way she’d positioned her hug just right against his hips. “After all, it’s your songs I can’t get enough of.”

His tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he watched her glide with the ebb and flow of the rocking bath water. Pale ginger eyelashes collapsed together and he leaned his head back against the lip of the tub; fully indulging in the hedonism of the sensation. “Mmmm, cannae argue tha, Crumpet,” he grinned.

((a little implied smut for @raerys-rosewood ))