#rayne — interaction .

[purarupu]

mashle rkgk

[vendettavalor]

"This city never sleeps at night, and neither do I."

"From the paranormal to the perfectly criminal, the Wilder Detective Agency has been solving crimes and serving the local community for over a decade. Mishandlings and mistrials seeming like a miscarriage of the magistery? Cold cases or conspicuous crimes that the corrupt cops can’t be bothered to crack? Suspicious spectacles or situations keeping you sleepless? Call or stop in today for a free consultation! Results and resolutions guaranteed via certified carnivore!"

— Private Investigator and Independent Detective Rayn A. V. Wilder

🔍 An independent original character featuring studies in: modern fantasy, crime drama, action noir, personal vendetta, and public revolution.

🔍 Multi-fandom with flexible verses, crossover and alternate-universe friendly, and open invitation to both OCs and canons!

🔍 18+ for mentions, graphic descriptions, and discussions of dark/heavy topics relating to various crimes and the criminal intent behind them.

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[cre8ed]

OPEN STARTER.

fandom; the covenant.

❝ look, i didn't condone anything he did, alright... ❞

[anianurst]

ik mashle: magic and muscles isn't a very populated fanbase but what if i just put out a couple fics 👀

[tewwor]

general interaction call ( accepting ) — @stormfated

"Nuh-uh, no way! Banning you from using any of those knives. They're so dull! You could hurt yourself!"

[captiveinwayhaven]

Thinking up a detective for my first love triangle playthrough and I'm leaning towards child prodigy who feels like her mother only gave her (the bare minimum of) attention because of it

because apparently i strive to inflict as much emotional damage on myself as possible.

[quiiscnt]

@biisutoarm said :

♡ for the three main bbies!

meme // accepting

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[ofeden]

@mythous said ❛ you shouldn't do this - your soul is in enough peril as it is ❜ - reaver to siofra

CHOICE  IS  A  LUXURY  THAT  SHE  DOESN’T  HAVE  ,  it’s  a  piece  of  the  puzzle  that  will  never  fit  right  ,  and  forcing  it  where  she  thinks  it  belongs  will  only  distort  the  whole  image  .  everything  must  fit  and  it’s  the  only  thing  that  matters  .  the  prestige  of  royalty  ,  the  weight  upon  her  shoulders  ?  these  are  factors  a  queen  of  her  tenure  must  factor  in  with  every  decision  ,  every  breath  ,  every  flick  of  a  finger  .  there  are  a  lot  of  things  that  she  shouldn’t  do  —  but  for  her  kingdom  ?  for  her  people  ,  she  must  . ❛      we  are  at  war  ,  reaver    ❜  as  soft  as  her  tone  implies  ,  the  fae  is  adamant  in  her  resolve  .  the  world  may  not  revolve  around  her  ,  but  each  decision  she  makes  will  only  bring  about  a  ripple  effect  that  she  needs  to  make  sure  they  are  able  to  come  back  from  .  besides  ,  what  other  choice  do  they  have  ?  the  garuda  may  be  small  in  numbers  compared  to  the  fae  ,  but  they  are  filled  with  vengeance  ,  anger  ,  and  a  thirst  for  blood  that    no  fae  could  ever  hope  to  match  .  ❛    whatever  condition  my  soul  may  be  in  ?  it  doesn’t  matter  —  and  it  will  matter  less  if  we  lose  anymore  of  our  kind    ❜ no  ,  she  has  to  take  the  offensive  ,  while  her  kingdom  has  been  known  to  remain  quiet  within  the  grip  of  war  ,  of  all  times  ,  now  is  the  chance  to  strike  .  the  garuda  would  be  taken  by  surprise  ,  her  kingdom  is  the  home  to  poison  that  will  ripple  through  their  people  and  she  knows  that  many  will  die  once  it  is  unleashed  ,  but  it  is  the  only  opportunity  for  their  kind  to  survive  against  the  scourge  of  garuda  that  continue  to  attempt  to  break  their  line  of  defense  .  after  a  moment  ,  siofra  lets  out  a  tired  sigh  ,  ❛    it’s  the  only  choice  i  have  ,  and  if  i  have  to  be  on  the  front  lines  with  them  —  then  so  be  it        ❜

[tallbluelady]

between you me and those two lalafall t posing that azure dragoon in submission in the corner there what is your favorite part about screenshoting writing or otherwise producing content for your character?

Buckle up cuz I've been rotating this concept in general for a while!

Okay, back in college (I still feel weird saying that) I lent a friend my notebook cuz he missed a lecture one time. He noted that I doodled all over them, and asked why I did so. My answer was something along the lines that I was going to burst if I didn't.

And it's still true for me to this day. I have to write or draw or do gpose/screenshots cuz otherwise I'm going to explode. An idea comes to me and stares me and compels me to execute it. Hell, when I get a good shitpost idea, it feels like my third eye snaps wide open and I cannot get any rest until I make some sort of token effort to try and make it real in some fashion.

As for a favorite part? I don't know! The Defunctland tweet about film making being the worst thing other than not making films is pretty accurate on occasion. I mean, I do enjoy the fruits of my labor. I was scrolling through my own blog smiling at the stuff I've made before I started writing this answer. But depending on the creation, creating the thing is more important to me than having the created thing.

Like this essay of an answer! Not only do I feel obligated to answer you, but I have to admit that writing this is going to be more satisfying to me than coming back to it later and reading it. And that's been true for most of my life. I remember goofing off with spriting at a young age and just enjoying editing the visual of Pokemon trainers without worrying about posting them for a while. It's just been this last year and like, high school that I would get consistent feedback on my creative endeavors. College and working at my last job didn't leave me with enough energy to do creative stuff and present it in a viewable fashion. So that leaves me wrapping my head around the idea that I am having positive human interactions because of my blorbos and blorbo related content.

As for Rowan being the central character of this content? She's more or less the character I've always made creative content for. Whether it be in a Night Elf form or original Elf form or Elezen form, she's just been the vessel for any creative endeavors that need a person-shaped avatar to fill. Now I can confidently say that Rowan is probably distinct from her predecessors by virtue of being worked on so much more lately, but she's just drawn from the same primordial muse ooze that I've always been drawing from.

I think I hit all the points I've wanted to here. Well, the peer-reviewed, undiagnosed ADHD is probably a big contributing factor as to why I feel like I'll burst as a way to combat boredom (and for how this reads lmao).

But, uh, yeah. Thanks for the ask, anon. I hope it wasn't far more than you bargained for XD

[tacticalvalor]

«────── « ASK » ──────»

@vendettamuses SAID:

“There.” Rayn steps back, hands withdrawing from where they’d rested against his chest while adjusting his tie. As she steps back, she looks the man over. A hand comes up to her chin, tapping lightly at it as she inspects him. A moment, and she gives a short nod of approval. “Not bad! Not bad at all! The cut compliments your shape - even the color looks good on you! But how’s it feel, Harry?” She pauses to look up at his face, smiling in anticipation of his answer. She’s gone through a lot to get him a custom-made, perfectly tailored twin trench coat to her own. It’s just like hers, right down to the stitches and inner pockets. It even smells like her.

SPONTANEOUS INTERACTIONS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Harry had grown so much over his time in the Agency, so much so, in fact, that he'd been ready to get back into the saddle of crime solving. Of course, he did so alongside Rayn, who seemed more than happy to watch those inquisitive eyes of his light up at the prospect of mystery. Well, when the time had called for it. Cases that were more straighforward, or called for a bit more seriousness, proved a meaningful challenge for the two of them. Yet even still, sobriety brought on an untapped emotional intelligence within the former RCM officer, and allowed him to lend a helping hand where it was needed.

And find himself much closer with his partner.

Which is how he'd found himself with his hands over his eyes, cheeks puffed with excitement as he waited for Rayn to give him the okay to look. And when he did, he could swear there was a whole new person in his place. Arms extended out to his sides as his head tilted downward to look at the new addition to his outfit. A twin coat to substitute itself for the one he'd found himself nuzzling into oh so often. Wide eyes looked to Rayn, then to their jacket, then to his own again. He beamed. Even more so as the shifting of his form allowed his senses to hone in on a familiar scent.

PERCEPTION: You know this smell well. The subtle hints of hibiscus and ginger leaves swimming in a rich bourbon pool. The hazy cigarette smoke dancing between drops of fresh rain. It's her scent. SHIVERS: Off in the distance, the clouds begin to open. They unleash a soft shower, filling the emptied streets with a soft 'pitter patter'. INLAND EMPIRE: It brings you comfort. VOLITION: It brings you safety. DRAMA: She cares for you greatly, my liege. That is no lie.

"Rayn, it's—I—" He loves it. He's trying to say that much, but the waterworks have already begun, and his bottom lip trembles as he beams. He closes the space she'd initiated between them, wrapping strong arms around her torso and squeezing her. "… Thank you."

[quietlyblooms]

are you chiyo's type? | @stormfated got so many bingo's!!

" you're not annoying! " she's quick to dismiss the suggestion, waving her hands in dismissal. " that's more like... y'know, when someone just gets under your skin? they pick at you a lot? that kind of annoying. but you certainly aren't like that. " chiyo reaches forward and taps rayne's nose with a grin. " you're too sweet. "

[evading-taxes]

my babies

doodled some sort of role swap au....... ft ames & mádl brothers (if orter was involved in the magia lupus arc it would be over so fast he has the police on speed dial)

[cre8ed]

@diiisplxced. sc. RAYNE & CALEB.

❝ are we okay? because i know with me telling you who my brother is really changed the way you think about me. i know it's not how you used to think about me before you knew. it's why i didn't want to say anything about it. ❞

[asahina-mafuyu-official]

//I want to send this woman to jail somehow and I dunno if that’s existing arc or later but it should happen.

[melancholymegumi]

melody's current thoughts .. 💭

pussy inspection w rayne & orter..

warnings : mean dom!rayne & orter , degradation (slut , whore) , pet names (bunny , princess) , lowkey ddlg undertones if you squint , daddy kink , reader gets ignored by rayne & orter , age isn't mentioned but all characters are adults. (Rayne is 20 , orter is 24 , reader is 19) , lance is mentioned , this is probably less than 100 words. minors, do not interact.

god, this is so annoying. They talk like you were basically non-existent. "Was she bad this week? pussy's throbbing like a slut." you were squirming, again. They talk like you're not even there. It's like you're nonexistent.

"of course she fucking was. rubbing herself against the pretty boy from Adler today. I left her with him for a while, only to find her pushing her tits against his arm like a fucking whore. The princess doesn't mind her manner apparently." "no I didn't! daddy's lying—" he pinched your clit. God , that insufferable and scary look he had on whenever he's fucking pissed. The look that made everyone shut the fuck up.

"I didn't know that we gave you the permission to talk, bunny. Now stop fucking squirming before we tie you up again."

god, you fucking hate them. but, atleast it's better than 2 weeks of not sitting flat on your ass and having everything taken away. or is it?

[renonm]

OMG HII MASHLE BLOG AND MORE SKDJKDKS umm can I request reader x either orter or rayne coming back from a mission and they turn into a child ( kinda like that one episode where lance and dot became babies hahaja) like maybe kaldo or ryoh drop the reader at their office and they gotta babysit them hehe thank you if you ever take up on this request! ~ ᗢ

> || Orter Mádl x gn!reader

A/N: Hey chat maybe if this gets a lot of likes I’ll do Rayne(after like.. a few requests, trust!!) Sorry that it took so long and it turned out to be shitty lol, uh barely proofreaded, hope y'all enjoy tho

As someone who strives to work a lot, there particularly have always been tasks that mostly have been assigned to you that could be considered odd… There would have been examples now, but it’s sort of the best to specifically forget about it…, which kind of is fairly significant.

Today generally was just like any ordinary day, checking paperwork, sitting on a chair, and remaining in your office for the entire day in a particularly major way. However, this could have been considered the most normal workday you've ever had for the generally entire week. Unfortunately, no.

It was supposed to be a normal day! Till someone knocked at your office door. It slowly creaked itself open, revealing Kaldo, that man who has a weird addiction to honey, walked in. Carrying what almost looked like a baby. Go get your glasses checked. (Do you even wear any?)

“Good day, Mx. (L/N). I, the Flame Cane, Kaldo Gehenna, Have come to assign you with a very important ta—“ “Get straight to the point.” You interrupted Kaldo as he spoke. Another task? Why yes, “Alright, I will… So, please take care of ‘little’ Orter.” The Flame cane spoke in what seemed to be a ‘forced formal tone’. You had easily identified that he was trying to make this quick, perhaps he had other activities for the day But wait, what did Kaldo mean by ‘little Orter’? Did he mean Wirth?

“Wirth?” You asked, but you took realization as you fixed your gaze on the baby, it was Orter. Orter fucking Mádl. The Sand Cane. Mr. Grumpyface. The book nerd. It was him! He got turned into a baby??? HOW???

If there’s something to expect in working at the Bureau of Magic, it is that they can assign weird and obscure tasks that could be considered as “vague.” But if it was for protecting the people, then so be it. For the sake of the people… Focusing back on the current events,

“No, Orter.” The man paused before speaking again. “He got turned into a baby because of an individual move he made on a mission… But, ah, look! Isn't he so cute?” Kaldo poked Orter’s cheeks, sure, he may be cute, but Kaldo may have forgotten that Orter could use 10% of his sand magic, therefore he used it to spray sand on the white-haired man’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. It was a funny interaction, you chuckled. But knowing that you had to take this seriously, you nodded. There goes your free time, but it's for a comrade! And that comrade is Orter…. Yikes…. Okay, maybe you’d want this.

“Alright, I'll take him in, you owe me one though, Kaldo—” Before you could continue, the Flame Cane already left in a rush, leaving Orter at your desk. Now it was just you and that baby. Even being in such a small form, he still glares intensely. A question lingers in your head, how do you take care of babies? Is it necessary to treat Orter as one? After all, this effect only looks momentary. No one knows how long. But what you know is that the black-haired child(man) would not want to be treated as a baby. He is physically 23, he can grind you to sand! But now, he is in what can be considered one of the most vulnerable states he has ever been in, if not the most vulnerable. No wonder why Kaldo urged you to babysit him. This was urgent for the sake of the Divine Visionaries. Losing Orter was a monumental risk. How bad can this be?

Really bad.

Time had passed, and both of you were in a staring competition. Though, you guys were well acquainted or even best friends! Or maybe even more than that. Yet this feels awkward. You have no experience with babies. How does one talk to a baby? “Goo goo gaa gaa???” You said to Orter in an attempt to communicate with him. He stared back. Then proceeds to use his magic to throw sand on your eyes. The pain was minimal, at least. He taps at the paperwork you were supposed to finish. You got reminded! But where to place the baby… Surely now, he was tasking you to finish it. HE WAS GLARING.

There was only one choice. Actually, there were plenty but Orter was your friend, of course, you’d want to spend time with him, even as a baby.

Placing baby Orter near you!!! Surely the chair you were sitting on had some space for one more!! So you carried him and placed him near where you sat at. Pat pat, patting Orter’s head felt quite nice. (Orter may feel the same way but refuses to express it.)

“Stay here, alright?” You instructed to Orter wagging your hand… He’s gonna be pissed once he turns back to normal, WAS IT NECESSARY TO TREAT HIM LIKE AN ACTUAL BABY??? Why yes, of course. Did he resist? Not much, he only sat down next to you peacefully, Damm. You're gonna make fun of him after this.

A few hours in(it's been a few minutes, this is just exaggerated.) and you already feel fatigued after working, glancing at Orter thinking he was asleep and perhaps you can slack off, nope. Still awake. This made you consider your strength. Why are you scared of a baby? well, this is Orter you're babysitting, but by the looks of it, Orter is the one babysitting you. “What uh… Are you hungry young one?” You asked and he nodded no in response, instead, he pointed at your paperwork, ordering you to stop focusing on him and to finish it. Of course you had to follow that.

(If this were to ever be in a modern setting, he would be the definition of the boss baby.)

Okay, this time, it had been hours in, and you now feel sincerely tired. Taking a glimpse at the window, it was already afternoon, taking a small check at Orter, yes! He's finally resting!! Staring back, you can see how Orter looked relaxed by simply getting rest, even as a baby, it felt like it was enough. Working at the Bureau of Magic requires a lot of sacrificing of schedule to keep the world at peace. The Sand Cane was dedicated to that. Even the fact that he somewhat turned into a baby. You had always admired his hard work, and now, here he is. Asleep near you as a baby. You’d love to tease him once he turns back. Only if you’d survive the sand attack. That was for him to settle, now it was safe to slack off. You’ve finished the majority of your tasks anyway, so you relax in the chair, leaning in, closing your eyes as you process your thoughts on what happened today. Whatever, just make sure that you wake up earlier than that cranky-ass baby with glasses. You refuse to get sand in your eyes again.

An hour or two had passed, ah yes, the Excellency(you) had awakened from their slumber. (exaggerated again… lol..) But something felt so odd, that caused you to open your eyes, just to reveal that a coat was draped around you, whose coat was this… Looking to your side, Orter was gone. KALDO WAS GONNA KILL YOU.

“I'm right here,” Orter called, which caused you to look in front of the desk, it was him. Sitting across the desk, yours specifically. What should concern you more? The fact that he wasn't wearing his coat and gave it to you, or the fact that he was reviewing the paperwork you did earlier??

“Oh, uhm. Sorry, I suppose this is yours—” You were about to return his jacket, it felt morally wrong to take it, because…. It's not yours?

“No, keep it for now.” Oh? Orter even insisted that felt odd, yet appreciated by you. It looked like an invite that he was letting you tease him. He looked back at your work and nodded in approval, that was good. At least you weren't gonna pull out your soul out of your body this time. “You have surprisingly done well.” Well, obviously! It’s about time that someone notices your efforts. Who wouldn’t want to compliment you? (Probably Orter.)

Both exchanged gazes with one another, Orter’s grasp on your paper softened, eventually placing it back down on your table. He looks up at you, with a gaze that looks like he’s expecting you to speak. “Ah, uhm, yeah. I worked hard for those!! Haha…” You exclaimed, trying to lighten up the mood, but was met with even more awkwardness. As much as you hate to admit, it was hard to pick up a proper conversation with him. Always so stoic, so subtle… Yet so handsome? What’s there to dislike… Well, probably the fact that you assumed that he was oblivious.

Orter stares at his watch before looking back at you, “Meet me after work, I’ll treat you for a drink. As my compensation.” He said, of course, the person you are, you tried your best to remain a stoic face. One thing about Orter was, he was straightforward. You nodded, “Quite demanding, aren't we? Fine, I shall accept, but you must tell me the reason why you’re doing this—” poof. Orter was gone already? This was the second time that someone left while you were talking. However, you were left with a feeling of bewilderment. He technically asked you out.

Outside your office, Orter remained still. What is this that he felt? Love— was it? He was a man who could mask his emotions well, but his ears were red. He hid it well. Not to mention, he planned to purposely leave his jacket to you, so that you were forced to go to meet up with him. You looked nice in his coat. Enough for Orter to let out a small smile as he visualized the scene again. “Nice,” he muttered.

“My, my, I wonder why Orter is suddenly smiling out of L/N’s office.” A man called out, it was Kaldo. Orter frowned once again and glared at the Flame cane. “You saw nothing.” The Sand cane spoke out in an authoritative tone before leaving. In the end, this was all Kaldo’s planning, to force Orter to take the shield(which turned him into a baby) and for you to take care of him. He knew that Orter was too inexperienced and lacking in romance. He needs honey to celebrate, yippee.

But, it’s a date, right?