#borednschooled

[oexen]

I need to tell you now but my main cell crapped out so I won't be on Discord (through my phone) for a while until I get that fixed.

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OUGH OH NO i hope u get it settled soon :c....... i will miss u............ 💔

[wiltingdecay]

https://www.tumblr.com/wiltingdecay/726095616950894592?source=share

Need her for what? 🙂

1) where do you keep finding my months old reblogs

2) google 'lesbian sex' your answer is there

[feeshies]

Tagged by the wonderful @star--nymph

Tagging @jasper-the-menace @borednschooled @nightklok @local-moonbat

[bottomvalerius]

Got tagged by both @shadow--writer and @sharp-fawngz :3c xoxoxo

UMM tagging @drustvar @borednschooled @oexen @baronmpontmercy and truly anyone else who wants to share with the class LMAO

[gobs-archive]

OC Tag Game

Thank you so much @brother-genitivi for the tag!

Favorite OC: My favourites continuously change for various. Maybe their a new oc, maybe they just bring me comfort. I can't always decide on one.

Newest OC: Nolee. She's going to be my player character for Baldur's gate 3

Oldest OC: Tari, my apprentice for the Arcana game. I do miss posting about her sometimes.

Meanest OC: It's a toss up between Mara Tabris and Lysander. Mara is usually outspoken so sometimes she says whatever is on her mind. Lysander does not like people.

Softest OC:  Tari. She's a healer proficient in light magic. She's incredibly kind and cheerful. She's got a sweet tooth and cries when being yelled at.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Valona Lavellan. Due to her magic, the trauma of her sisters leaving her and her struggles with perfectionism, she can come off as reserved and cold.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Asher Hawke. This boy is not the brightest staff in the circle, but he makes up for it with his sweet personality.

Smartest OC: A toss up between Valona and Lysander. Valona spends all her free time studying, and Lysander is the prodigy son of one of the most prominent magician families in his home countries.

OC I’d Be Friends With: A lot of my oc's would try to be friends with me. Asher and Tari would try to get me involved in conversations and activities, Nolee would be such a comforting ear to confide in, and Buyi is just a fun person to hang around.

Tagging @cinnella @armallo-and-roul @breadedsinner @herecomesbooboothefool @kal-sharok @borednschooled and anyone else who would like to participate!

[fishklok]

I was looking through my main blog, found this video, and it gave me Charles vibes:

https://www.tumblr.com/borednschooled/177528289771/onlyblackgirlintheclass2-theseriouscynic

Oh my god, you're right. This video is amazing too. He cut through those opposing arguments like a scalpel.

[xx-sharpfawngz-xx]

@borednschooled

[oexen]

😘❤️

AAAAAA HELLO

🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 💞

[wiltingdecay]

https://www.tumblr.com/wiltingdecay/715930640869179392/bastardbvby-what-movie-do-yall-know-front-to?source=share

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I do laugh at the Marvel movie jokes but I still do like Marvel. That magic though when the first Marvel films came out, especially with Black Panther, will be hard to capture again.

the mcu absolutely killed marvel. nobody wants to sit through nine mediocre movies/tv shows to be able to understand the tenth good one. i did used to really love marvel despite its flaws but i'm not sad to say goodbye to it now that i've seen their last project i care about.

[joeyhazell-art]

A commission for  borednschooled ‘s apprentice, depicting a scene of three lovers relaxing in the early morning 3 months after Muriel’s route.

Like this? Check out my prices here

insta | twitter | kofi

[styliferous]

Commission for @borednschooled of their OC, Noxolo Abara-Khumalo!

[gobs-archive]

What form of love is your oc?

Thank you so much @brother-genitivi for the tag!

Do this quiz with your own oc's using this link here!

Nolee

love that lasts love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

Asher Hawke

love that strengthens

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

Tagging @breadedsinner @euryalex @pupuseriazag @borednschooled @kal-sharok @ykantouiserread @choccy-zefirka and whoever sees this and wants to do this!

[stelladea]

Starry Rendezvous

Hi @borednschooled! I'm your @arcanasecretcupid. I loved seeing how much depth and thought you’ve put into Claudia's character -- she was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy this slightly-spicy Claudia x Asra x Muriel! It's set in a vague-ish time period after Asra's upright ending. Happy Valentine's Day! (And thanks so much for organzing, @arcanecadenza :3)

Claudia-Nomusa’s customer-service smile slipped from her face as she waved at the final patron of the day. They had left her and Asra’s shop satisfied, a fragrant basket of pale pink flowers in their hands that would give their partner romantic dreams. The whole day had been filled with local Vesuvians strolling into the shop with intentions to buy magical gifts for their loved ones to celebrate Vesuvia’s national day of romance – and while Claudia was eager to assist them, every face filled with love and excitement only served to remind her painfully of Asra’s absence.

Asra had been gone for almost a week at Countess Nadia’s behest, assisting at the palace with some urgent court issues. While Muriel and Claudia were happy to spend time alone together in companionable silence, they each felt a piece of them missing – a hole in their souls – where Asra should have been in their everyday lives. The bed on the second floor of the shop seemed just a little too big and empty without Asra there, even with Muriel’s sizeable presence.

Claudia hadn’t heard word from Asra in a handful of days, and wondered if he even remembered that Vesuvia’s annual romance celebration was here – or, even worse, that Nadia had remembered and disregarded his need to return to his partners.

“Any news?” Claudia said hopefully as Muriel lumbered into the shop after checking the post. Inanna, his wolf, and Elna, her fennec fox, trotted in at his heels. He gave her an unreadable look and shook his head.

Claudia sighed and stooped to pet Elna as she rubbed her muzzle into her calf. “Maybe we should plan on just the two of us celebrating tonight, then.” Muriel nodded, his own face mirroring the disappointment Claudia felt, and she continued. “Surely Nadia would allow him to come back tonight, even if she needs him again tomorrow…”

“If she needs him for something important, you know she’ll make him stay,” Muriel rumbled sadly.

The rest of the afternoon passed without event, and Claudia could feel a sinking feeling of disappointment cloud over both her and Muriel, almost a physical weight on their shoulders. On this day, the one day a year Vesuvia celebrated romance and relationships, one of their trio would be missing, and it just wouldn’t be the same.

Just as Claudia was about to suggest they begin to make dinner plans, the door creaked open and a smiling figure with curling white hair slipped into the shop.

“Asra!” Claudia exclaimed, running to him. “You’re here!”

As they hugged, Muriel approached as well and wrapped his massive arms around them both. “I’m here,” Asra said, muffled, into her dark curls. “I’m sorry I was late.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re back now!” As Muriel released them, Claudia stepped back and smiled happily at Asra. Asra’s mouth curved, not into his gentle smile, but into his mischievous, upturned catlike grin.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Asra’s smug little smirk widened as he turned away from them both.

“But you just got here!” Claudia protested.

Asra said nothing as he slipped up the stairs to the bedroom, leaving Claudia and Muriel to stare at one another perplexedly.

***

After Claudia had finished closing up the shop, she could hear Muriel’s stomach rumbling from across the room, and knew it was time to start crafting dinner or else her mountain man would start getting ornery. She had no clue what Asra was up to, but she was getting tired of missing Asra still, even now that he was in the same building.

“Asra?” she called, walking up the stairs leading to the bedroom. “Asra, I don’t know what you’re doing, but Muriel and I are getting–”

She stepped into their bedroom, and Asra was standing in front of the open window, sharing a mischievous look with Faust, who was draped casually over his shoulders.

“Hungry?” Asra grinned. “Well, that’s perfect. Muriel! Come on up. I’m ready.”

“Ready?” Claudia raised an eyebrow as Muriel stumped up the stairs.

“Come, you two,” Asra beckoned, holding out his hand.

Claudia shook her head, nonplussed, and took his hand. Together, and to Claudia’s utter surprise, they climbed out of the window and onto the roof of the shop.

There, draped along the rooftop tiles, was a massive blanket covered in what couldn't be called anything but a feast. Honey-glazed figs, aromatic cheeses, crusty breads all lay on shining golden platters. Bowls of nuts, dried fish, and fresh fruit stood next to the massive carafe of red wine and a towering pile of chocolate-covered strawberries and pink heart-shaped cakelets. Plush pillows stolen from the bedroom served as cushions and lounge props.

“Nadia felt guilty for keeping me at the castle longer than anticipated,” Asra said, squeezing Claudia’s hand. “So she sent me home with all of this for us.”

Muriel carefully stepped onto the roof and stared mutely at the feast laid before them. He turned to Asra. “We thought you’d forgotten…”

“I could never forget,” Asra replied earnestly.

The three of them sat on the pillow wonderland and ate their fill as they swapped stories of their time apart, Asra describing the latest drama at the palace and Claudia recollecting the most interesting visitors to the shop.

Finally, their bellies full and mugs of wine topped off, Asra and Muriel settled themselves on either side of Claudia, cuddling close and gazing up at the stars.

“Each of the major Arcana have a constellation,” Asra murmured during a lull in the conversation, pointing upwards. “See – there’s the Magician, with the tail of the fox made up of those five stars. Looks a little like Elna, don’t you think?”

Claudia chuckled.

“And there – there’s the Empress, with her wings expanding out of those stars… Muriel, where’s the Hermit? You’re always good at finding the constellations.”

Claudia and Asra looked toward Muriel, who had been staring at them both. At their glance, he blushed. “I always forget where they are when you two are around… to distract me…” He mumbled.

Claudia smiled, placing a hand on Muriel’s cheek. “That’s sweet,” she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

Muriel did as he always did when kissed – he shivered in surprise before melting with pleasure into Claudia’s embrace, kissing her back in full.

“So I get a show today…” chuckled Asra, wrapping an arm around Claudia’s waist. From behind, he began to kiss along the nape of her neck, sending a thrill of goosebumps down her spine.

Something like electricity crackled through the air. The three of them, here, now, finally reunited after a time apart. The air was rife with bottled up tension.

Claudia moved her lips down to Muriel’s jawline, and a desperate moan escaped his lips. He leaned back, lying down on the blankets beneath them. With his cheeks flushed and hair splayed across the blankets, Claudia couldn’t help but to surge forward, straddling him.

“Well, that’s a nice sight to see…” murmured Asra. He closed the distance between them, pressing himself against Claudia’s back. Claudia could feel the heat rising in her belly as Asra’s fingers teased beneath her blouse, brushing along the sensitive skin of her waist. Claudia herself couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure as Asra moved his hands downward, dragging his hands down each of her thighs and biting gently at the skin of her shoulder, humming with satisfaction.

Claudia leaned down to press her lips against Muriel’s as Asra’s hands continued to wander, their kisses frequently interrupted by gasps of surprise and pleasure. Muriel pawed one massive hand across Claudia’s chest as she strained against her shirt, his other hand gripping around Asra’s shoulder in a desperate attempt at bringing them closer. Claudia could feel Muriel’s chest rising and falling in uneven gasps, his heart fluttering with anticipation.

When Muriel spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Shouldn’t – shouldn’t we go back – inside –”

Claudia looked up from their rendezvous surreptitiously. No windows faced their rooftop, and no onlookers had decided to make their own rooftops a romantic getaway, so she leaned down and kissed him reassuringly.

“Only the constellations can see us from here,” she murmured.

Needless to say, they did not make it back to the bedroom to continue their celebration of Vesuvia’s national day of romance.

[empressapprentice]

Portia for the ask!

Thank you! Love my Pasha ❤️ Based on this ask game.

Realistic: Portia and Muriel develop a kinship. He likes going to her cottage for tea since it's out of the way and he doesn't have to see too many people. He always brings her fresh eggs and she sends him home with bread and fruit from her garden. He also brings runes to prevent Camio from getting into her plants. They swap gardening tips too! It's easier for Muriel to warm up to Portia since she hasn't been in Vesuvia as long as everyone else. She doesn't associate him with his Scourge days or think he's scary. He can be himself around her.

Less realistic, but hilarious: wears cat ears around the house and only speaks in meows just to annoy you. "Portia are you ready for dinner" "Meow" "Portiaaaaa answer me" *long pause for effect* "Meow!"

Angsty: has nightmares about seeing Julian hanged and you dead, leaving her all alone in the world. It's helpful when she wakes up already in your arms but the memory of the people she loves dying stays with her throughout the day. One time you woke up before her (which is rare, she's usually up early) and she panicked when the bed was empty next to her. You encouraged her to take the day off after such a terrible scare.

Completely non canon: as much as I love uwu cottagecore wifey Portia, I think it would be really fun to lean into some dark stuff with her. I imagine her being a quasi-yandere type with her love of secrets and her protectiveness. One day, she's at work and she hears someone badmouth Julian, saying they still believe he killed Lucio and that he must have been in cahoots with Nadia. Or, she hears someone try to hit on you. Luckily, she knows exactly how to handle it. Slowly over the next week, she starts to spread little seeds of a nasty rumor about the person. A little while later, the rumors are widespread and the person is fired in shame. She can fight physically, but it's more fun to slowly poison and really ruin someone. To go even further, she would be really good at keeping secrets from you and I could see the relationship go really toxic if it isn't handled in a healthy way. Also consider devil Nadia and Portia is her pet..............mark me down as scared and horny

[mineshaft-birdie]

Time has long since passed for them to get sensitivity readers and learning how to write POC. I keep banging this drum but the fact I know they block people who have valid criticisms of them speaks volumes.

If they truly took those concerns to heart when it started coming up, there wouldn't even be questions about them having either of those things.

RIGHT???? I didn’t know they blocked people for doing stuff like that. I think the fact that they abandoned the tumblr fandom really hammers that home, though. They don’t support tumblr fan artists anymore and all of their posts are copy pasted from Instagram and Twitter. When was the last time they held an AMA fr.

I just want a nice dating sim that I can read without my own trauma being resurfaced every damn time. Just a little PSA to non BIPOC people looking to give their characters a tragic backstory: don’t use slavery or anything slavery adjacent. Please. Your story will be fine without it. There are so many other ways your character can suffer without going through bondage. 

Muriel became such an important character to me because I related a lot to his backstory. It makes me super protective when it comes to how such a narrative is handled. It sucks to see such a serious topic bastardized for the sake of sex appeal and trauma porn. 

[into-the-daniverse]

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Valjam of course!

Bless you, thank you 😭

Some child Valjam (both of them 17-ish years old) based on a conversation with @sunrisenfool and using a bit of their lore + as always OC Valeriy Radošević-Cassano

Send me a ship and a kiss from this list!

Technically, they were supposed to be studying. And Jamil swore they were going to... after he pulled Valeriy behind a shelf of books in the Palazzo library to sneak a kiss or two. Or three, or—

In his defense, it had been a few months since they had last seen each other, which felt like an eternity. And as much as he adored the tooth-achingly sweet letters they would send back and forth as Jamil traveled to the next place his mother sent him, they weren’t quite the same as seeing Val in person, or getting to hold him again. Or getting to admire just how much more attractive he had become in that time apart.

Jamil had changed a bit too, to be fair—his beard was finally growing in evenly and fully, (Camia had even stopped teasing him about trying to look grown up, which he took as a win) so he was taking total advantage of it. When he came back to Vesuvia, saw Val for the first time, and caught the hint of a blush on the other boy’s cheeks at seeing Jamil again, it made him grin, knowing that he was being desired just as he desired him.

Which was why, when all the adults had stepped away for the moment, and Camia had disappeared after Valeriy’s brother, Vlad, Jamil wasted no time in finding Val again and pulling him close. 

“I missed you,” he whispered between kisses, still nervous about being walked in on, even though they were definitely alone. He said it as if they hadn’t already been together the entire day, hadn’t been inseparable since the moment he walked through the door, but it felt like it would never be enough to him.

Val huffed, but didn’t stop kissing back, one hand buried in Jamil’s hair as the other stroked his beard. “This suits you, but if you give me a rash I will not forgive you.”

Pulling back slightly, Jamil pouted, his hands at Val’s sides. “We can stop if it bothers you—”

Valeriy cut him off with another kiss, a bit rougher than the last. “Don’t you dare stop.” When Jamil pressed his hands into his waist, holding him tightly, Val blushed, but only tugged at Jamil’s hair in retaliation. After a moment, he spoke again, though Jamil had to strain to hear him. “It was... quieter without you around. Which was strange.”

“Oh?” Jamil moved his attention to pressing kisses to Val’s jaw and neck, gentle, tickling kisses. “I would have thought you’d enjoy that, what with how your family is already,” he joked, “don’t need me adding to it.”

Grumbling, Val stepped back to hold Jamil’s face in his hands. “Stop that.”

“Kissing you?”

“No, acting like you think I don’t like having you around. I do.”

“Oh.” Oh. Jamil bit his lip, trying to look away, but Val’s grip wouldn’t let him, forcing their eyes to meet. “Okay.”

Val’s voice was just a bit softer when he spoke again, stroking Jamil’s cheeks once with his thumbs. “You can continue doing what you were before, though. If you want.”

Jamil nodded, not fully trusting his voice not to break in response to Val. He still forced out a small “I do,” before kissing him again, holding him tighter than before, as if he was afraid Val was going to slip away if he let go.