#astra tag tbd. // //

[onigiram]

a curious cant of its crown, swathe of obsidian night and alabaster starlight shifting with the motion ( an overwhelming length that pools around them as if seeking to swallow whole ), in an act of feigned innocence. sat atop his lap, straddled against the ground, it observes scar with a humored sort of interest ❛ it's rare to see you so ── subdued ❜ (astras turn to have fun with him uvu)

IS THIS LOVE?

Woven in the fabric of tales he sought to emulate—mythic stories of lives intertwined, where one soul refuses to exist without the other. The mere notion of his existence devoid of its presence is unthinkable.

He banishes the very thought from his mind.

In the heart of a forest bathed in the silver glow of a full moon, his thoughts become a muddled labyrinth, his chest a storm of aching longing. Adoration floods his veins as clawed digits hook into the fabric draped over its form. Although the distance between them is scant, he finds it entirely too far away. Nostrils flare as his lungs fill, drawing in its essence, intoxicated by the very scent. He loses himself in its presence, each breath an invocation, each heartbeat a hymn in its honor. The ghosts of his past are exorcised, their whispers silenced as its weight atop him grounds him, anchoring him in the present.

He's exactly where he'd wished to be.

❛ Ha! Don't know what yer' talking about. ❜ His voice, nearly slurred, is adorned with a heady stare. Desire coils within his gut like an agitated serpent, winding tighter as he leans into it—seeking to merge with his Herald, to dissolve into its ethereal embrace, his very being yearning to meld into one with it.

IS HE HAPPY?

It has inflicted pain upon him—yet no wound it has ever dealt could diminish the euphoria that its mere proximity brings. It's one of the scarce few to evoke such emotions within him, to erect turmoil in a vision that had been set many years prior... even so, the weightlessness that fills him is... addicting.

He can't get enough of it.

❛ You ignite this itch within me, ❜ he murmured, nuzzling against its shoulder, his breath a warm caress. His canines grazed against sanctified flesh, a shiver of anticipation threading through him. ❛ It awakens such a savage desire… this insatiable urge to simply sink my teeth into you. ❜ In the midst of towering trees and under the watchful eye of the multitude of stars, he allows himself to indulge upon its companionship.

[chieftn]

important side note    :    two  new  alphas   could     ...    have me   ?

[quietmalice]

Tag drop

- smut: #ojenilla

- memes: #headcanon meme #munday meme #rp meme #sinday meme #ask box meme #answers

- aesthetics: #ship aesthetic #verse aesthetic #character aesthetic #musing #faceclaim

- headcanon: #headcanon #character study

- ships: #daemon x Iseult #daemon x Akina #daemon x Charlotte #daemon x Mason #daemon x Aria #daemon x Visenya #daemon x Astra #daemon x Bridget #daemon x rhaenyra || the rogue prince and the black queen

- Verses: #v: Fire & blood #v: actor

- #ooc #tbd #mun shit

To be updated

[rcnaissancewrites]

BASICS

Name: Alice Jane Potter (neé Evans) Nicknames/Alias: Healer Potter, mom, Lils, Miss Potter, Miss Evans, Lily Pad Tag: ( have courage and be kind; lily )

Face Claim: Kennedy McMann Age: 23 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Ethnicity: British Date/Place of Birth: January 30; Cokeworth, England Currently: London, England Blood-status: Muggleborn Former House: Gryffindor  Allegiance: Order of the Phoenix  Occupation: Healer Rank: Low, Janus Thickey Ward 

HISTORY

Childhood/Family Life: Difficult childhood, close with parents (father deceased)

Education: Muggle primary school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Accomplishments: Former member of the Slug Club; Gryffindor prefect; Head Girl

Regrets: Lily regrets very little, but the strain on her relationship with Petunia is one. They hardly even spoke at their father’s funeral, which saddened her deeply. 

Secrets: Nearly losing her husband has shaken her to the core. She can’t stop replaying the horror of finding out he was missing; the weeks of anguish without him; and the overwhelming relief of him being found. Still, the sight of his mangled body is not one she’s been able to forget. Her worry has led her to believe that without James, she wouldn’t be a good enough mother for Harry. 

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: Nurturing, vivacious, intelligent 

Flaws/Weaknesses: Doubtful, self-sacrificing, secretive 

Personality Type: xxx

Myers Briggs Personality Types

Archetype: The Amaranth

Dreams/Ambitions: To lead a happy life

Fears: Losing Harry; losing James; failure; her family (the Evans’) being murdered by Voldemort 

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: George Evans (deceased); Mary Evans Siblings: Petunia Dursley (neé Evans); Vernon Dursley (in-law) Children: Harry Potter Extended: Dudley Dursley (nephew) Spouse: James Potter Current Partner: James Potter Ex-Partners: N/A Boss/Employer: St. Mungo’s  Co-Workers: Edgar Bones; Greta Bones; Caradoc Dearborn; Mary MacDonald; Veronica Bell; Astra Shacklebolt; etc. Friends: Marlene McKinnon; Mary MacDonald; Anaya Shafiq; Sirius Black; Remus Lupin; Peter Pettigrew Enemies:  Severus Snape; Death Eaters

SKILLS

Weapon of Choice: Wand; DADA

Physical/Magical Strengths: DADA; potions; poison Physical/Magical Weaknesses: Offensive attacks

MISC

Scars: Many from various Order attacks and raids, most notably: layers of scar tissue on her knee caps; a line that wraps around her left forearm Tattoos/Piercings: Lobes pierced; tattoo outline of a doe and a deer on her right shoulder blade  Physical Disabilities: N/A Mental Disabilities: Occasional depressive episodes; PTSD

RELATIONSHIP TAGS

- ( i’ll follow you into the storm; lily&james ) - ( the best dog; tooth ) - ( tbd; mary ) - ( tbd; marlene )

MAYBE I’LL PUT PLOTS HERE

N/A?

[seraphfled]

LAUGHTER low and easily missed flowed from deep within, knowing she'd found a level of amusement in the admission he'd been partially responsible for the uncouth number of shark creations in the past year. Ice blue eyes latched onto the movement, the subtle closing of the gap. Venat had teased this to be their language of love many moons ago, subtle closing of gaps and the hint of creation forged bands hanging beneath their robes.

"The honourable Eme---" A snort escapes his lips at the idea of referring to their reluctant friend by title. "Hades would disagree, he seems to think me sent by the star to torment him" He can't help but joyously chuckle at the idea of being sent from the star or the biting curtness of her question, She would always be the Persephone he tried to woo with flowers plucked from her own garden. "Come now, I did save those poor grapes from that volcano, I even put Ifrita back afterwards!" He can barely hold the laughter behind his teeth at the words spilling forth from within.

He couldn't help but wonder if the messages from his travels remained on her desk, neatly organised in one of the many piles of paper that graced her domain, Even now he sat enamoured by her every word, weariness flushing from his bones at her familiarity, the rock in the tempest of the convocation. "That's a no to putting your work away then?"

baalkissed:

"COME NOW" Ice-kissed eyes look up from the engram of creation within his grasps, the student who'd handed it to him PLEADING that he review it before they dare submit it to the office of the Architect presided over by his dear old friend. "We both know I've done some work in various fields" his gaze drifted down to the engram again, supposedly holding a drake modelled upon those frequently portrayed in the stories of the eastern storm sailors.

"I think she only did it to punish me for all those sharks" a shift, leaning forward just enough to cause his mask to hang loosely from his neck. "Come now, we both know the stars are brighter from here"

------SHE ACTUALLY SNORTED at his comment about the sharks, remembering hythlodaeus' displeasure at the amount of designs submitted for them. their kind had a fascination with the creatures, though persephone had a hard time understanding exactly why. from beneath her sophist's robes she untangled her legs and shifted, the thin paper of her design rustling. a keen eye might note that she shifted just a touch closer - a fact she'd deny if presented.

" venat's brand of punishment is a bit more bold, i think. " and when she moved again it was to set her board down, one hand resting atop the paper to keep it from shifting in the slight breeze. " and which fields did you do some work in? napping doesn't count. enlighten me, azem. " the title, wielded like a sword, still hung strange in her mouth. he was astraeus, just as he'd always been. but more, now. more important, saddled with duties she'd never dared imagine, or dream, or attempt to understand.

" alright, " from the floating isle, beneath the lone pink tree and sunk in the sweet pink blooms, she had to agree. this was a place of peace for her, it wasn't difficult to find the ancient resting here when she needed a break. perhaps its why he knew to find her here. woe be the woman to admit he knew her that well otherwise. " they are brighter from here. i'll agree to that. but that's the one agreement you get from me until tomorrow. " @baalkissed

[onigiram]

❛ to sleep ❜ by no means suggestion. he asks of it, what do you want of me, and it responds quite simply ❛ when was the last time you got some rest? ❜

Its    question    HUNG    IN    THE    AIR,    laden    with    a    simplicity    that    belied    its    profound    weight.    The    concept    of    rest    seemed    almost    a l i e n,    a    distant    memory    lost    amidst    the    ceaseless    whirlwind    of    conflict    and    purpose.    There    was    always    much    to    be    done,    things    to    be    attended    to...    he    had    time    for    all    else    but    sleep    itself.

❝    To    sleep...?    ❞    He    echoed,    the    words    slipping    from    his    lips    like    a    foreign    incantation.    Huh.    There    was    no    suggestion,    no    gentle    urging,    only    a    stark,    unyielding    query    that    cut    through    the    veneer    of    his    resolve.    tone    carried    an    edge    of    sardonic    amusement    as    eyes    oscillate from    her    to    the    horizon    beyond.    ❝    Rest    is    a    luxury    afforded    to    those    unburdened    by    the    weight    of    destiny.    ❞

A    flicker    of    something    darker    crossed    his    face,    a    shadow    of    vulnerability    quickly    masked    as    quickly    as    it    had    appeared.    ❝    Rest    is    but    a    fleeting    mirage    on    the    horizon    of    my    endless    journey.    In    the    crucible    of    my    existence,    there    is    no    reprieve,    no    solace.    Only    the    relentless    march    of    purpose    and    the    ever-present    dance    with    sound.    ❞    His    teeth    grit,    ❝    Rest    is    for    the    weak,    for    those    who    have    the    luxury    of    surrendering    to    the    oblivion    of    sleep.    I    am    driven    by    a    fire    that    does    not    allow    for    such    indulgences.    I    have    evolved    past    that    need.    ❞

A    lie    ----    his    eyes    were    bloodshot,    his    voice    raspy.    ❝    Do    not    ask    me    of    r e s t.    Instead,    ponder    what    drives    a    man    to    forgo    such    a    basic    necessity.    Sacrifices    must    be    made    for    our    greater    good,    after    all.    ❞    Despite    his    front,    he    finds    himself    slumping    against    it    -    his    head    resting    along    the    crevice    of    its    neck    and    shoulder.

❝    My flames are not so easily diminished - my fire can't be smothered...    ❞ Words murmured against her flesh, closed eyes pressing against the warmth of its neck.

[onigiram]

❛ stay still ❜ instruction spoken with severity, all gentleness reserved for the touch of fingertips against broken skin. does he not know how to be careful? ❛ you're enough of a hassle hale ❜

𝐇𝐎𝐖   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄,   to   be   attended   to   with   a   sense   of   delicateness   that   had   never   been   provided   to   him   prior.   Shoulders   nearly   hunch   before   he   catches   himself,   his   posture   now   one   of   forced   leisure.   Don't   let   it   see,   his   mind   whispers,   the   only   thing   it'll   do   is   hurt   you   even   more   if   it   knows   you're   vulnerable.

Teeth   bare   themselves   as   patience   frays   the   longer   her   touch   remains   upon   him,   his   feelings   a   conflicted,   jumbled   mess   that   leave   him   leaning   into   her   touch   and   yanking   himself   away   right   after.   No,   that   was   wrong.   She   wouldn't   hurt   him.

It   would,   his   conscious   croons   from   the   depths   of   his   muddled   mind.   It   knows   better   than   him,   and   it   has   disagreed   with   his   methods...   with   his   beliefs.   That   reminder   (cruel,   jarring,   true)   sends   a   jolt   down   his   spine:   after   all,   his   Shepherd   didn't   need   disobedient   sheep...

❝ I’m   fine, ❞   he   chuffs   through   pursed   tiers,   enamel   stained   with   the   same   dark   liquid   seeping   from   his   wounds.   He   had   to   get   away   -   had   to   flee   before   she   had   the   chance   to...   to   do   something   to   him.   He   was   used   to   this   -   the   isolation,   the   tending   to   his   own   injuries   -   he   didn’t   need   anyone.

He   didn’t.

Truly.

❝ Y'know,   this   is   the   first   that   I've   seen   you   oh,   so,   serious.   There's   no   need   for   any   worry. ❞   He   attempts   to   bring   about   his   usual   levity,   unable   to   stop   himself   from   craving   its   presence   further   as   he   withholds   the   full-body   tremors   seeking   to   race   through   his   frame.   The   desire   to   melt   into   her,   mold   himself   to   its   being   is   all-encompassing   -   and,   more   than   likely,   something   that   wouldn't   necessarily   be   welcomed   at   least.

❝ You’ve   probably   got   better   things   to   do   than   help   me   bandage   these   little   flesh   wounds. ❞

Pain   lances   through   his   ribs,   every   breath   a   struggle   that   he   attempts   to   play   off   with   a   chuckle.   He   isn't   quite   certain   if   his   efforts   to   shake   her   off   are   working   as   efficiently   as   he   thought   they   would've,   but   desperation   begets   him   the   longer   his   body   aches   whilst   with   any   kind   of   company.   ❝ I’m   afraid   I’m   going   to   be   preoccupied   for   a   bit,   however,   but   it’ll   be   a   quick   little   thing -   nothing   more   than   a   few   hours.   Try   not   to   miss   me   too   much! ❞

He   forces   himself   to   stand,   his   knees   locking   in   place   as   he   inhales   sharply   through   flaring   nostrils.   Instincts   blare   from   within   him,   bells   ringing   that   her   proximity   is   a   danger   the   longer   he   remains   in   its   presence.   Yet...   he   keeps   himself   pivoted   on   the   spot,   held   in   place   by   two   warring   desires.   It   had   told   him   to   stay   still   -   but   he   had   to   escape.   It's   trying   to   get   the   drop   on   him   -   then   why   would   she   treat   him   so   softly?   So   kindly?

His   gaze   flits   back   to   it,   the   natural   urge   to   simply...   obey   has   him   seeking   her   out   for   direction.   If   he   empties   his   thoughts   now,   if   he   allows   himself   to   let   his   conscience   drift   away,   the   fear   lodged   within   him   and   the   pain...   all   of   it   could   easily   be   brushed   off.

Legs   falter   as   he   staggers,   caught   off   balance   as   his   vision   gets   hazy.   Blood   loss...   he'd   spent   too   much   time   simply   looking   at   her   without   doing   what   he   should've   done,   and   now   he   was   paying   the   consequence   for   it.   Hit   with   an   abrupt   nausea,   he   reaches   forth   somehow   finding   himself   kneeling   by   her   feet   -   his   head   in   her   lap   as   his   arms   disobey   him   and   twine   themselves   around   its   waist.   ❝ Huh... ❞

[seraphfled]

"COME NOW" Ice-kissed eyes look up from the engram of creation within his grasps, the student who'd handed it to him PLEADING that he review it before they dare submit it to the office of the Architect presided over by his dear old friend. "We both know I've done some work in various fields" his gaze drifted down to the engram again, supposedly holding a drake modelled upon those frequently portrayed in the stories of the eastern storm sailors.

"I think she only did it to punish me for all those sharks" a shift, leaning forward just enough to cause his mask to hang loosely from his neck. "Come now, we both know the stars are brighter from here"

------" I THINK WHAT i admire the most about you is that you do absolutely nothing in one entire day, and you've still garnered the title of azem. " her own nose was stuck down in the sketched blueprints of her next project - three pages that folded down onto one another to make the complete design, separated by layer and labeled in neat handwriting. persephone pressed her lips into a thin line and rifled between two of the layers for a moment before turning her gaze up toward astraeus.

" venat must be very fond of you, indeed. " a pause, and her eyes shifted back down to her work, " else she doesn't know that you sit atop the hyperboreia at night and wait for someone to come out. " @baalkissed