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...𝔄𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢...
Multi-Muse, Multi-Verse, Multi-Ship Independent Blog. Fantasy based original characters. Penned lovingly by Meg. Formally of-witches-n-tricksters Mun 21+, Muses 18+, Mutuals Only
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Apologies my loves. My unplanned/unannounced hiatus took much longer than I expected it to. I'm still contemplating coming back to Tumblr, but if I do it will be low-activity. I do hope you all have been doing well!
Apologies for my absence, loves.
I've been in a weird writing funk as of late, both on here and on Discord.
Hoping to be back soon. <3
Ardeth had always liked that about Serena, that she was kind to animals. For as long as he could remember, Ardeth had been an animal lover, and they played a big role in his life. Transportation and communication for him would not be the same without animals like Horus, Zalam, and Amir. Besides, animals were instinctively good judges of character. They were nervous around those who were mean-spirited or meant them harm, and comfortable around those who were unafraid or affectionate with them. And all of his animals had always responded well to Serena, even skittish Horus. That did not go unnoticed by Ardeth.
As they made their way inside the room, Ardeth smiled knowingly at Serena's playfulness. She had always been so different from him culturally speaking, and very different from most women he knew personally, but that had never been a bad thing to him. She was confident, beautiful, alluring, and charismatic, but not in an offensive or pushy way. Ardeth had always considered her to be an incredible woman, and since they had last parted, he'd thought of her often... and he hadn't thought much about any other women. Somehow, his thoughts always came back around to her.
"That smile of yours..." he said, smirking a little as he dropped his eyes modestly. "It has always stirred my heart, Serena. It has been too long since we last saw each other." He was so glad to see her again, and he hadn't realized just how much he'd missed her until she was standing before him, giving him that smile.
"I haven't forgotten you either, Serena," he said warmly. "How have you been? Are you safe? Well?" He hoped that her showing up in Egypt again was merely because she wished to visit, and not because she was once again in danger. However, if she was, he knew he would be the first to volunteer to protect and assist her.
Her smile only seemed to grow when Ardeth commented on it. In truth, the last time they had been here, Serena had found herself drawn to Ardeth in many, many ways. She had not wanted to leave him, but circumstances had decided otherwise and she had been unable to return to him for quite some time. Time was funny like that. Time was fickle and Serena knew that all too well. She knew well enough that she had been gone at least five year her own time, but for Ardeth there was no telling, so she knew that the next words out of her mouth may hurt considering how long it had been for him. "I am as well as I can be, given my circumstances," she said quietly. She stepped closer and guided him to sit with her on the bed. "In truth I came here looking for a way to break a blood curse that's been put on someone very important to me.... my daughter.... " The witch bite her bottom lip, looking at Ardeth with unmistakable sorrow. "Much has happened since I last saw you, Ardeth. I am unsure of how much time has passed for you, but for me it's been five years... and I have missed you and I know I have absolutely no right to ask for your help, but if you will let me explain further?" she asked, hopeful.
"Am I weirding you out?" the wolf panted, knowing instinctively that it wasn't her. "Sorry, I'm a little different to the other wolves you would know. Not many submissive alphas in the world." He let the last sentence growl in the back of his throat. He wondered how she would react.
"You're not weirding me out," she said quietly. At his words, she smiled. "You are different, yes, but sometimes being different can be a good thing in of itself," she said. She stepped closer and held her hands out before her in a friendly gesture. "I hope you're not frightened of me, Ethan...."
The moment he was addressed, Amir lowered his head to Serena, accepting the strokes on his nose that of course he was entitled to. Any human that lavished attention on him and that his human seemed to favor was therefore also favored by him. Happy grunts followed.
"You are feeding his already sizable ego, you know," Ardeth said with a chuckle. To some Amir was a handful and a willful animal, not worth the trouble, but Ardeth had always had an affection for him.
When she said that she would love to be private with him, he paused for a moment in his walk to a nearby inn and looked back at her. Smiling, he shook his head before continuing inside. It was easy enough to rent a room, and he did so for a few days, merely because asking for a room for a few hours while entering it with a woman could appear... untoward. Thanking the clerk and warning him that Amir may be a little hostile towards his assistants, Ardeth waved for Serena to follow him inside.
Serena laughed. "I will happily feed his already sizable ego," she cooed as she kissed the camel gently on the snout. She followed after Ardeth, being mindful of their surroundings as they walked. She would have easily stuck out had she not immediately changed her clothing to fit in with the times, and was thankful that she had had the mindset to do so. When Ardeth spoke with the clerk for the room, she quickly said goodbye to Amir and followed Ardeth inside. Now that they were alone, she reached up and pulled the shawl off that she wrapped around her head, revealing her dark curls, wild and unbound. "I had nearly forgotten how this desert heat feels," she said, fanning herself as she looked around the room momentarily until she focuses her gaze back on Ardeth. "But at least I did not forget you," she said, a warm smile playing at her lips.
... apologies for my lack of activity. Between Discord servers, working on lore, and work itself, I haven't had much time to write on here safe for when the muse strikes.
hope y'all are all. M.
Boy was Serena was a sight for sore eyes. Er... sore eye. Nemesis watched her, the way she moved, so graceful and lovely. Why she ever bothered to look at a complete dumpster fire of a person like him, he never could understand. When she held out her hand, he looked down at it for a moment. It seemed wrong to touch a had that beautiful with one as thick, knobby, and leathery as his, but to not respond seemed rude. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. He slowly reached out to take her hand so gently that his touch was barely here, as if afraid of breaking it.
From the few survivors who bothered to say anything to him at all over the years, it had been a good ten years from the start of this apocalypse. Nemesis had met Serena at the beginning of it all, when it was only a few months into the chaos and horror. “It’s deen... adout... a de-cade...” he answered as best he could. “I’n glad... I could see you... a-gain...” I almost made the last ten years of shit in his life worth it to see such a lovely face and smile. Serena made him feel normal, human, because she didn’t look at him as anything else. That was rare, practically nonexistent in his life nowadays.
A decade.
She had been gone for nearly ten years his time. Which meant his time was about 8 years or so behind her own. That... was problematic, for sure. She would worry about that later though, for right now all she wanted to do was catch up with her old friend. When Nem reached out to take her hand and barely did, the witch smiled to herself and took ahold of his. "You're not going to break me, Nem. I may be petite but I'm made of stronger stuff," she reminded him. She gave part of his hand a gentle squeeze to remind him. She glanced up and smiled. "I'm glad to see you again too, big guy... for me, it's been about eighteen years. I wasn't sure if I would ever see you again..." There had been so much left unsaid and she knew a good majority of it rang true to this day -- at least for her. "Is there a place we could go that is safe to talk?"
☹ ☹(Serena & Jon)
Stab wound in chest (Jon) and bruises around the neck.
He was choking her, the bastard. Jon tried to get up, but his body wasn't working right. The Mortales minion had Serena by thr throat and there was nothing Jon could do. Except that wasn't true.
He lifted himself to his hand and knees and lept forward, knocking the man over. Jon pulled the knife from his chest and came down on the man under him, again qnd again and again. By the time Jon passed out from blood loss, the minion had been long dead. Jon slumped to the side as his eyes fell shut.
She fell to the ground, wheezing as she delicately put a hand to her throat. The bastard has tried to crush her throat and would have had it not been for Jon. Jon. Eyes widened and Serena scrambled over to Jon's side. "No. No no. You stay with me!" Immediately she was calling forth her healing magic. She couldn't replenish his blood loss, but she could at least stabilize him and heal up the gaping hole in his chest until then. "You are not allowed to die on me, Jon Vandernoorde!"
🧑💨👶 (Jon)
The young boy in the little suit looked around. His family was gone and he was somewhere new. This must be a test from his dad of some sort. He looked around, suspicious of everything. Who knew where his father could be waiting to teach him a harsh lesson.
"Darling, do you know where I put that necklace you got me for my birthday?" Serena's voice sounded as she rounded the corner, zipping the back of her dress up as she did. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the young boy. Her eyes widened for a moment as she quickly looked around, then back at the young boy. What in the name of Hecate.... she thought to herself. "Oh, hello there... are you lost?" she asked, putting on a gentle smile.
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"Very pleased to see you again, old mate," Dorian smiled, losing his accent he usually put on for costumers. "Can I get you anything?"
"A jack and coke, Dor." Liam moved to sit down a the bar, smoothing his hands over the bar counter. He couldn't stop the grin that appeared as he looked at Dorian behind the bar. "Not many are pleased to see me more than once. Good to know I made a lasting impression."
"It's true," he growled. "But I'd prefer something sweet right now." He moved to press a kiss to her lips with a laugh.
"Mmm, now that is something I will willingly give up," she murmured in agreement. Her toes curled with pleasure as his scent washed over her, and all she could taste was him after the kiss was broken. "I don't know how you manage it, but every time you kiss me, I lose all train of thought."
Let's talk about romance! Muse questions
💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?
💐 - What small things go a long way for your muse? What small favors can someone do to get on their good side?
💝 - What's their love language?
🍨 - What are expectations your muse has had about love that either was false or impossible to live up to?
💘 - What traits personality-wise are attractive to your muse?
🍓 - Do dates matter to them? Do they often put a big focus on anniversaries, partners birthdays, Valentines day etc?
🌸 - What's their idea of a perfect date?
💖 - What traits does your muse find physically attractive?
❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?
💞 - Would your muse ever be opened to a polyamorous or open relationship?
❣ - Are they secretive about their romantic relationships or do they not stop talking about it?
🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?
🎀 - Do they aim to impress their partner often? If they do, how so?
💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?
🌵 - How toxic would a relationship be with your muse? Would it be able to be fixed?
💔 - Their first heartbreak?
🌺 - Would they be willing to change any part of them for a partner? If not how far would they be willing to go
💮 - Is your muse the possessive or super jealous type?
💟 - Was there ever a time when they had fallen out of love? What was their reaction to it? How did they handle it?
🥰 - Is your muse good at telling when others have feelings for them?
💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?
🖤 - What's something that will instantly make them dismiss someone as a romantic partner
🌷 - Are they ever been scared/are scared to fall in love?
💄 - Is there a past relationship your muse wishes they could have changed?
🥀 - Do they handle breakups well?
"I speak only on what I have seen. I don't know you nor do I presume to. I find it fun when someone sticks to what they believe and is loyal to those that he calls family."
Rico spoke of the man's current actions and the road that he had shown himself to be on. The pair were far from friendly but the conversation was interesting. Leaning over the poast again he went back to his purpose. He knew that destruction and devastation moved the world of humanity forward yet somethings like the one he prevented would have ended humanity. Much like the hags that spin measure and cute fate he had a duty and that was his goal one he had no intention of changing from.
Liam listened intently to Rico's response, his expression a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. The warlock's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Rico's words and weighing them against his own experiences.
"I understand your perspective," Liam replied, his voice carrying a hint of caution. "But there are forces at play that go beyond what meets the eye. Sometimes, what seems like destruction and devastation serves a greater purpose, even if we cannot comprehend it in the moment."
He uncrossed his arms, leaning forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. "As someone who has witnessed the consequences of tampering with the delicate tapestry of fate, I've come to realize that my loyalty lies not just with my own family, but with the balance that governs all existence. It's a responsibility I do not take lightly."
New FC for Liam. He's been evolving in my head a lot as of late and his old faces just weren't working out. So going forward, Sean Teale will be my reckless warlock's FC. You're all welcome.
The witch smiled at the other's words. She gestured to the empty seat before her. "Does it count at sitting at other tables when I'm standing?" she teased, giving the other woman a playful smirk.
"Ah, where are my manners. I'm Serena," she said, holding a hand out to the other.
"I suppose that is an excellent observation." She said. "So it's less the sitting and more standing a bit awkwardly." She said.
Sylvie starting trying to think if she had met a Serena in any of her time jumps, but she couldn't quite be sure. Sylvie went to shake the hand of the other. "Sylvie." She said. "So are you here with someone that might be missing you?"
Serena chuckled at Sylvie's response, appreciating the humor in her observation. She took Sylvie's hand, shaking it warmly. If the other had the ability, she would be able to sense that magic coursed through the petite woman like a live current.
"Nice to meet you, Sylvie," Serena replied with a genuine smile. "As for someone missing me, well, let's just say I'm a free spirit. No one waiting on me or wondering where I am. I'm here to soak up the atmosphere and embrace the unexpected. How about you?"
When the power and pleasure that thrummed within him grew to a fever pitch, the dragon howled, threw his head back and bit into his mate's scales. His need for her made him quake in her arms. Goddess, he cawed, you are wonderful. I need it.
He felt weak, shaking with the need. He had never felt this passion. Her enormity grew in his eyes until his entire being was filled with her. The god's eyes filled with tears.
Where have you been all my life?
Saeren was taken aback by the intensity of his emotions. She felt a mixture of surprise, exhilaration, and concern as she witnessed the raw power and overwhelming desire coursing through him. Her own scales shivered at his touch, a testament to the potent connection they shared.
Feeling his teeth sink into her scales, she winced momentarily, but understood that it was an expression of his unbridled passion rather than an act of aggression. The intensity of his need enveloped her, and she could sense the depths of his longing vibrating within his very being.
In response to his exclamation, she gently caressed his cheek with her own, comforting him with her presence. The weight of his words carried a sense of desperation and longing that tugged at her own heart. Her love for him deepened as she realized the extent to which he had yearned for a connection like theirs.
Slowly she trailed her lips down his neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Her chest rumbled deep with a purr as she scented him with her tongue. In seductive melodic voice, she replied, "Sia Itov, I have always been here, waiting for you to find me."
