#end thread

[ayla-the-little-cat-spirit]

Ayla Rp Blog!

This is a legends of Avantris Edge of Midnight/Goons at noon roplay blog.

Please keep in mind that although Goons at noon is often nsfw that Ayla the character, I play is only a kid!

[ol-jericho-styx]

*William walks by Virgil with a tray full of coffee mugs. He sets one just outside of the bounds of the hallow and gives him a nod.*

“I ‘ave somethink for you later.”

*He walks off.*

{ @billythewitchesbane but as like a one off thing bc I forgot to add this until just now}

*Virgil squints suspiciously, but says nothing. He dips his beak in the coffee. It tastes like shit*

[ayla-the-little-cat-spirit]

*She looks up at him with a soft smile*

Thanks papa...

*Ayla's voice sounds from outside the door*

Papa! Are you in there a spirit said you wanted to see me!

*With his enhanced hearing he can hear as she quietly paws at the door a couple times in what he can only assume is a knock*

[ @ayla-the-little-cat-spirit ]

*His smile widens as he opens the door and scoops up Ayla. There was something different about him. Not just the fact that his armor was completely different and he seemed to have a new sword, his behavior was slightly off too*

Ah, I didn't expect to see you so soon! How are you?

[meited-wings]

Icarus!

Just a normal “Dyslexic” Courier 🕯️ It/He 🕯️ warlock / rogue

unattended letters - asks!

🪶. / end thread - completed threads

[thenurturingsoul]

(This is a Legends of Avantris; EOM oc ask blog!)

Hello, To you all: Living folk and other spirits

This a (Legends of Avantris: EOM) OC rp blog ran by anon

anything that has // is ooc (out of character!) "Let your moon be my light, and I shall let my sword be your shining symbol." - The Humble words of Selune

ooc // She required a blog so i didn't have to make anonymous asks so often for her , Please ask anything and i will try my very best to respond swiftly, sharply and in the upmost in character too!! ooc// also if you have any questions me the blog owner feel free to pop me a message even if its abt smth small such as a character interaction idea!

[miss-hartsblight]

Welcome to the weird network of people who've fucked each other, you are three steps away from having fucked most of Cyril

ill leave that to billy.......

[majesticfaba]

(Faba keeps the sweet expression on his face… until Doctor walks out the door, at which point he drops it and just sighs with pure relief.

Thank God. Then he straightens up, beaming to himself. Another win for the amazing Branch Chief Faba! (God he’s clueless)).

cc( ^ ) _ ) Heya, just thought I'd let you know I put your important files back in their original place, so that you can easily access them again.

(Sitting on the sofa with a tub of ice cream, looking very sorry for himself. Half of the tub has already been eaten.

He shovels another spoonful into his mouth).

Wha’ would a Snom like you know abou’ impo’fant files… humph…

[caracarnn]

There's a cold storm that he can feel brewing far from here. A sharp feeling that weighs like a wound. He knows what comes after, he knows what he faces. This has been the destination for however long it's been since he had left The Two Rivers and he knew that facing it now meant that he was finally going to bring about a conclusion. The Dark One kept touching the world and Rand needed to shut that off. He needed to make sure that nothing, and no one, would ever have to suffer under the weight of that again. The Last Battle. It was here and all it was going to take to bring himself to its precipice was to take that step. Did he have the strength to? He refuses to acknowledge that his hands are shaking even as he starts on pouring the tea for himself and for Mat. Moiraine has fallen asleep, his own cloak tucked over her like a blanket. She seems peaceful and the angreal on her wrist looks heavier than she can carry. He wanted to ask her about what had happened, if anything had occurred that could help in the days to come. But maybe that would be pressing too much. Mat had gone into that tower and he had brought her out just as had to happen. Right now might not entirely be the time for opening wounds that were that fresh. Finally he picked up the cup meant for Mat and held it out towards his friend. He 's looking at him and there are too many thoughts rummaging inside of him. Too many thoughts that feel like burdens. What would happen to Mat during The Last Battle? Wouldn't it be easier to send those that he loved away? Wouldn't that make that climb through Shayol Ghul easier? If he simply made a Gateway and sent them somewhere the Shadow couldn't touch them? Only if things were that easy he was sure that he would have done so already. This had to happen this way. Everyone had their parts and he couldn't steal that from them.

"Where were you going before this?" He questioned with a light furrow of his brows as he regarded Mat closely. There were a million thoughts playing in his friend's head. He could see the wheels of thought turning the longer that he stared at his friend. No. They were more than that. Brothers really. Bound to one another in ways that neither of them could fully explain. Ta'veren. Bound to the Wheel. Forever fighting alongside the other. Brothers under the Light that had survived more than maybe they should have. It seemed too little a thing to simply look at Mat and speak of sending him away. Mat, above all, he couldn't steal this moment from him.

He took a drink of his own tea and let his gaze drift downward. "The Field of Merrilor. The meeting with Egwene awaits." He said calmly although there was a storm of feelings brewing inside of him. What would that meeting bring? He wasn't prepared. He didn't have time for this and yet he knew that maybe it was necessary. After everything maybe it was what was needed to finally make it so that he and Egwene saw eye to eye. The two most powerful leaders in the world had to come to some sort of peace with one another.

"I was hoping that maybe you might join me there." Perhaps there was a touch of wishful thinking then as he trailed his gaze back up to Mat's. He took a hard swallow and the tea warmed its way down. Much like it did those nights that he would curl up by his father's hearth and read his books, smelling that familiar scent of his father's tabacc. His heart ached for those nights but those nights belonged to another man. They weren't the nights that belonged to the Dragon.

He knew that Mat hated all things war. He could see, often, the scars that war had provoked in him. But how else could he fight The Last Battle without him? He knew that it was needed just like having Perrin at his side would also be needed. Still he hestiated, uncertain of how to offer Mat the chance to fight for freedom from the Shadow but also laying a chain on him that would continue to forever tether him to The Pattern. It wasn't fair and yet Rand knew that there was no fairness, not anymore. Was there ever?

"Join me there among my ranks. You, your Band." That was an impressive feat. Everyone had been surprised at Mat's success as General but not Rand. Somehow he had always known. "You could join me there in preparation for The Last Battle." He needed friends. He needed Mat, his brother. He needed that sense of the past that would propel him to remaining the man that this world needed. At least for one more day. One more, that was all that he needed to give. How long had he been hoping for that final day?

So he smiled, just a small glint of one there across his lips as he held Mat's eyes and he reached his hand out to settle it calmly on his arm. "As The General of the Light?"

-- end thread --

@luckhissoul

[ol-jericho-styx]

*Jerichos voice is clear for the first time as he looks at Marius*

i love you too

*As the knight runs away, he hears the screeches and pathetic crowing noises of his fiances demonic form*

[ @fallen-shamans-spirit ]{ @billythewitchesbane }

*After a walk spent talking on the sending stone, Yorgrim comes into view at the edge of the hallow, bags in one hand, Will in the other.*

*He perks up at the sound of footsteps, his tail instantly wagging when his eyes land on familiar faces.*

“Hallo, loves! Welcome home.”

[luxmoogle]

˖♫ + *' +*:ꔫ Brand Ambassadors *ੈ✩‧₊ + ☆⋆｡࿐ Kingdom Hearts X The World Ends With You

[ryllen]

appearance wise, at least

[councillor-roland]

Taliesin was clearly rather worn out and Roland was pleased. He always liked his partners to leave him satisfied whether they were slave, staff, or another master. He smiled at the agreement and stroked his fingers through the slave's hair. "I would certainly hope so." The vampire glanced at the clock and nodded when Taliesin suggested he go down to the Undercroft. "Gather your clothes and take a shower first. Then I'll have a guard escort you back down. This won't be the last time though, petit prince. I'll see you again." He very much intended to rent him again since they'd both enjoyed themselves.

After Taliesin left, Roland had one of the household staff strip the bed and replace the sheets then took a shower himself, slipping on one of his robes afterwards. There seemed little point in getting fully dressed again since he didn't intend to leave his suite for the evening. It was good to know there was a fun new slave to entertain him. Roland always had appreciated novelty and Taliesin was novel, at least for the moment, and had a wickedly talented mouth besides. Roland would certainly be making good use of that in the future.

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Tiredness hit Taliesin like a truck. It probably didn't help that he was eating so little and two orgasms had taken it out of him. He nestled into Roland's side, then slipped even further down, his head resting in Roland's lap. "Oui, c'est possible," he giggled, wrinkling his nose. Roland was fun to be around, made him feel comfortable, safe. Perhaps it was that his attitude and mannerisms reminded him so much of boarding school.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his arm as he did so. He wasn't used to being the person with inferior stamina, but he was only human in a castle full of vampires and such, who were infinitely more robust. "I can go back downstairs, if you want to be alone."

[gotham-snark]

Wooo Batroidery #3 Red Robin! Based on Juni Ba's incredible Boy Wonder series 💛

Talia issue next (I'm super excited to do that one)

Need to do Dick too for the complete set

Damian

Jason

Messy back work under the cut

Why tie the floss off when you can just drag it to the other side of the hoop for one stitch 🤷‍♀️

[lithiumrox]

both candela obscura and burrow's end have a character named auntie beatrix. is this a coincidence? did marisha and aabria talk? is this a reference to a secret third thing that i'm not aware of? i'm going to be thinking about this all night.

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[councillor-roland]

"What are you talking about?" Roland couldn't remember when he'd ever asked Aneirin to compromise his boundaries but this argument had gotten out of hand long ago. They brought up ancient history and it seemed more like they were just trying to hurt each other now than work anything out. "But you did choose your obligations over me! You went off to battle even when I begged you to stay!" Did Aneirin still not understand what that had done to him, what that had felt like? Still, he hated the wet sheen on Aneirin's eyes and wanted to help drive it away not bring it out more. That was clearly a lost cause, at least for the moment.

"How could you think that? That's not what I want!" But it was a fair question. What did he want from Aneirin? What was it even fair to want now that he knew Aneirin's love for him was still there? Not that his attempts at what he saw as kindness or fairness had gone over well, they'd really just blown up in his face and caused more problems. Still, he was shaking his head as the accusations kept coming even as he felt more desperate by the second given how this had all careened so hopelessly out of control. "No, you misunderstand me. Of course I respect you, how could I not? I'm not trying to bend you to anything I was trying to be kind!" What was the point in saying that now? He hated how desperate his tone was, hated that he knew Aneirin was about to leave him again. "Rin'..." Roland walked to the door, should've stormed after him but he let it close instead, feeling pained and bereft as he watched it happen. He refused to say goodbye, not again. He would have to figure out some way to fix this even though it seemed impossible now. Cursing, he slammed his fist against the door and swallowed hard, leaning there and wondering how it had all gone so wrong when it had started so well. It was a disaster, really, and it was his fault. Somehow, some way, he'd make it better. He had to.

END

"Boundaries? You speak to me of boundaries when you would have me cross every last one of mine? To grovel on my knees in apology because I uphold my obligations? If you believe for a moment I chose something above you then it's because you made my choice for me. It was you that decided there could be room in my heart for one thing and one thing alone." Aneirin's eyes were shiny and wet again. Perhaps it was all too explosive, but Aneirin's emotions had done nothing for centuries but stockpile barrels of gunpowder and wait for someone to come through with a lit match. Roland had struck up, whether he'd intended to or not. Aneirin fumbled with his belt in his haste, fingers clumsy and struggling on the buckle.

"All this from the man jealous of the very concept of Wales. You demand I throw away all obligation, even my remotest of my affections you are petty and jealous of, and then cannot give me even the crumbs at the table in return. What is you want from me Roland? An obedient little slut for when your love leaves your bed cold? Get a fucking slave like everyone else." Finally, he managed to beat his belt into submission, followed swiftly by his shoes as he firmly tied the laces.

He brushed the hair that had tumbled out of its neat style off his forehead. His expression was sharp, pointed, despite the sadness in his eyes. "It's you that insists on hierarchy, and a hierarchy that would see me beneath even the basest level of respect from you. Even know, you see fit to tell me how I ought to feel, like my love is some finite spoil of conquest." Aneirin reached for the door. He paused a moment. "You don't understand me. And what's more you don't want to understand me, you just want to bend me to your ever changing will." Then he was moving into the corridor, heading back towards his suite. "Goodnight, Roland." He closed the door behind him.