Just wanted to share that I haven't forgotten about this blog! I have 5 days off starting Wednesday and I was planning to rotate between all of my blogs. So far I think the writing order for rotating is going to go as follows:
MISTAKEN MESSIAH: a multifandom ( *primarily fantasy based ) original character who is both the co-inventor and unwilling test subject of the resurrection spell.
EXPLORING THEMES OF: misplaced trust, betrayal, fractured souls, the complexities of the circle of life, mistaken identity, and the allure (and the danger of) the arcane. PSD credit.
â â  MUTUALS ONLY. If I want to interact with you in any way I will follow you back.. If I don't follow you back within 4 weeks it means I don't want to interact. If you continue to follow me after those 4 weeks I reserve the right to hard block you.Please note my blog is 18+ for general interactions and 21+ for romantic and/or sexually explicit rp threads
.â â  MINORS DNI. My blog contains material not suitable for minors such as fantasy typical violence/blood and sexually suggestive (or explicit) content. My blog is 18+ for general interactions and 21+ for romantic and/or sexually explicit rp threads. Minors who try to interact with me will be hard blocked.
â â  GENERAL DNI LIST.* DNI IF YOU ARE A PERSONAL BLOG/NON RP BLOG. If your rp blogs are a sideblog state it clearly in your main blog's bio or I will block you!* Harry Potter (even if you are anti-JKR. The HP fandom/RPC in general makes me uncomfortable.* If your muse(s) are for shows/books/games meant primarily for kids younger than 13 (ex: Bluey, Pokemon, Sonic the Hedgehog, pretty much any Disney cartoon, etc.)* If your muse(s) are from adult style cartoons (ex: Archer, Hazbin Hotel, Family Guy, etc.)
â â RP ETIQUETTE.
I don't support call out culture. If someone is an issue you can use the report and blocking tools. You also can handle the issue privately/without making a spectacle of it.
 I'm autistic and have social anxiety. Because of this I struggle with ooc chatter and tend to prefer rp memes to get threads going (versus plotting). I'm open to plotting but need some prompts/questions to get going. Reaching out to me with question ssuch as "what sort of dynamic do you think they'd have?" or "what are some rp tropes you enjoy?" will get you a better response from me than a vague message such as "let's plot"
I have a full time job and live on a farm. I also frequently babysit my niece and nephew (both of them are under 5 years old). Because of this, my reply lengths and speed will vary. Do not follow me if this is a problem for you. Also do not follow me if you look down on people who don't always have the energy to write novella style replies and/or people who can't reply multiple times a day.
Favoritism: I do not have it. I tend to reply to short threads during the work week when I have less energy and long threads on the weekend when I have more energy. I also have friends on here who I write with a lot/have hashed out character dynamics through DMs so I write with them often. Not everything is about you and just because I take a little while to reply to you DOESN'T mean I hate to you. If you easily get jealous of other writers DNI.
I often struggle to understand social cues, especially digital social cues. I especially find soft blocking vs tumblr glitching out hard to determine. Because of this I AM NOT SOFTBLOCK FRIENDLY!!
FYI:Â I tend to block personal/non-rp blogs, minors, people who haven't interacted with me much after multiple attempts of me reaching out, people who ignore my DNI info, people who are inactive a long time without warning, blogs who have an overwhelming number of muses, people who I feel like I just don't mesh well with, etc.
â â  RULES (short version)
18+ for general interactions, 21+ for nsfw interactions (dni if you are a minor)
* I use the block button frequently. If you don't want to interact with me you're more than welcome to block me in turn.
* don't be a bigot in ANY capacity
* this is a bg3/dnd/fantasy/western/supernatural rp blog. I will follow blogs for other fandoms/genres at my own discretion and will block anyone who I think just isn't a good match for me.
* Communication is key. We are all adults here. You can DM me or ask for my discord.
* I have multiple rp blogs and am most active on asangel & fa1lmage.
ALANIS ZINMORA, (he/him, trans man, currently middle aged), was a talented high elf wizard and lifelong researcher of all things arcane alongside his best friend, Elyin Oromel (he/him, cis man). The two were lifelong students, alternating their time between practically living in libraries and traveling; with the two of them frequently visiting arcane landmarks that were teeming with naturally occurring magical energy. However, their peaceful lifestyle of focusing on their pursuit of arcane knowledge was soon interrupted by the outbreak of war. As both famine and plague spread across the continent, various kingdoms became desperate for resources and solutions.
Caught up in a battle for food, water, and knowledge, the two mages would be presented an ultimatum by their king: either join the war as battle mages or help heal the injured and sick. Either way they could not remain students any longer. Disobey him, and they would be considered traitors to their country. Both Alanis and Elyin knew little of the healing arts, not that it would have mattered if they did... After all, by the time severely sick or injured people were brought to safe spaces to be treated, they were already dead. Such frequent, never-ending death made the two wizards wonder if they couldn't stop death, perhaps they could reverse it?
There was trial and error... Comparisons of alterations to pre-existing spells such as speak with dead and animate dead. The problem with such spells is that it did not heal the damage done to the person and in turn, did not truly bring their soul back. They didn't want to create brief conversations with ghosts or skeleton soldiers. They wanted to bring back healed, living, breathing, and well rounded people. They wanted people to come back with their personalities and memories in tact.
Primarily using rats to test their ideas and theories, as time passed and more pressure was put on them by the king to hand over a completed and full-proof resurrection spell, the more Elyin was certain that the problem lied not within their spellcasting, but rather within their test subjects. In order to create a spell to resurrect people, they would need to practice on people. The only problem was that Alanis refused to use humanoid test subjects, and even though the king was invested in their work, he refused to allow them to cast their spell on any humanoid until they perfected it. The stressors of their job of creating a resurrection spell, and living during times of war, famine, and plague took a heavy toll on the two elven mages. They argued with increasing frequency and intensity. One fight even turned violent, resulting in Elyin killing Alanis. Elyin would go on to cast their resurrection spell on Alanis. However, he would purposefully alter the spell a bit, hoping to remove the memories of him killing Alanis from Alanis' mind. His alteration of their almost perfect spell would have dire and unforeseen consequences with Alanis not only losing a large chunk of his memories but multiple, large fragments of his soul.
Becoming both mentally and physically only a fragment of the man he used to be, Alanis would find himself craving raw, arcane power. Absorbing raw, arcane power into both is body and mind, he would start to rebuild himself. Sadly, no matter how much of himself he rebuilt, he would never feel whole due to him being incorrectly resurrected.
There would, however, be some perks to being resurrected and becoming made of blood, flesh, and raw arcane power. In addition to having the typical abilities of a level 20 dnd 5e wizard he would also gain the following abilities:
prolonged but not quite immortal lifespan
the ability to cast basic / first level healing spells such as cure wounds and healing word (dnd 5e)
being able to sustain himself with food and/or through absorbing arcane energy (similar to Gale in BG3)
once per long rest he can transfer the arcane energy he absorbed to another mage, helping them regain 2 spell slots. He takes 2 points of exhaustion doing this, however.
he is often mistaken for the elven god known as the Fate Caller, an elven wizard whose study of the arcane was so relentless he came to master all spellcasting types (cleric, warlock, etc). This mix up of identity happens due to his ability and his physical likeness to the god.
â â  VERSES
General fantasy/default - See about.
Baldur's Gate 3 -- info tbd
Dragon Age: The Veilguard -- The best way to fight a god is with another god, right? Rook & company chase rumors of the Fate Caller but find Alanis instead. The real Fate Caller remains elusive but Alanis is just as helpful, in his own way.
MISTAKEN MESSIAH: a multifandom ( *primarily fantasy based ) original character who is both the co-inventor and unwilling test subject of the resurrection spell.
EXPLORING THEMES OF: misplaced trust, betrayal, fractured souls, the complexities of the circle of life, mistaken identity, and the allure (and the danger of) the arcane. PSD credit.
â â  MUTUALS ONLY. If I want to interact with you in any way I will follow you back.. If I don't follow you back within 4 weeks it means I don't want to interact. If you continue to follow me after those 4 weeks I reserve the right to hard block you.Please note my blog is 18+ for general interactions and 21+ for romantic and/or sexually explicit rp threads
.â â  MINORS DNI. My blog contains material not suitable for minors such as fantasy typical violence/blood and sexually suggestive (or explicit) content. My blog is 18+ for general interactions and 21+ for romantic and/or sexually explicit rp threads. Minors who try to interact with me will be hard blocked.
â â  GENERAL DNI LIST.* DNI IF YOU ARE A PERSONAL BLOG/NON RP BLOG. If your rp blogs are a sideblog state it clearly in your main blog's bio or I will block you!* Harry Potter (even if you are anti-JKR. The HP fandom/RPC in general makes me uncomfortable.* If your muse(s) are for shows/books/games meant primarily for kids younger than 13 (ex: Bluey, Pokemon, Sonic the Hedgehog, pretty much any Disney cartoon, etc.)* If your muse(s) are from adult style cartoons (ex: Archer, Hazbin Hotel, Family Guy, etc.)
â â RP ETIQUETTE.
I don't support call out culture. If someone is an issue you can use the report and blocking tools. You also can handle the issue privately/without making a spectacle of it.
 I'm autistic and have social anxiety. Because of this I struggle with ooc chatter and tend to prefer rp memes to get threads going (versus plotting). I'm open to plotting but need some prompts/questions to get going. Reaching out to me with question ssuch as "what sort of dynamic do you think they'd have?" or "what are some rp tropes you enjoy?" will get you a better response from me than a vague message such as "let's plot"
I have a full time job and live on a farm. I also frequently babysit my niece and nephew (both of them are under 5 years old). Because of this, my reply lengths and speed will vary. Do not follow me if this is a problem for you. Also do not follow me if you look down on people who don't always have the energy to write novella style replies and/or people who can't reply multiple times a day.
Favoritism: I do not have it. I tend to reply to short threads during the work week when I have less energy and long threads on the weekend when I have more energy. I also have friends on here who I write with a lot/have hashed out character dynamics through DMs so I write with them often. Not everything is about you and just because I take a little while to reply to you DOESN'T mean I hate to you. If you easily get jealous of other writers DNI.
I often struggle to understand social cues, especially digital social cues. I especially find soft blocking vs tumblr glitching out hard to determine. Because of this I AM NOT SOFTBLOCK FRIENDLY!!
FYI:Â I tend to block personal/non-rp blogs, minors, people who haven't interacted with me much after multiple attempts of me reaching out, people who ignore my DNI info, people who are inactive a long time without warning, blogs who have an overwhelming number of muses, people who I feel like I just don't mesh well with, etc.
â â  RULES (short version)
18+ for general interactions, 21+ for nsfw interactions (dni if you are a minor)
* I use the block button frequently. If you don't want to interact with me you're more than welcome to block me in turn.
* don't be a bigot in ANY capacity
* this is a bg3/dnd/fantasy/western/supernatural rp blog. I will follow blogs for other fandoms/genres at my own discretion and will block anyone who I think just isn't a good match for me.
* Communication is key. We are all adults here. You can DM me or ask for my discord.
* I have multiple rp blogs and am most active on asangel & fa1lmage.
ALANIS ZINMORA, (he/him, trans man, currently middle aged), was a talented high elf wizard and lifelong researcher of all things arcane alongside his best friend, Elyin Oromel (he/him, cis man). The two were lifelong students, alternating their time between practically living in libraries and traveling; with the two of them frequently visiting arcane landmarks that were teeming with naturally occurring magical energy. However, their peaceful lifestyle of focusing on their pursuit of arcane knowledge was soon interrupted by the outbreak of war. As both famine and plague spread across the continent, various kingdoms became desperate for resources and solutions.
Caught up in a battle for food, water, and knowledge, the two mages would be presented an ultimatum by their king: either join the war as battle mages or help heal the injured and sick. Either way they could not remain students any longer. Disobey him, and they would be considered traitors to their country. Both Alanis and Elyin knew little of the healing arts, not that it would have mattered if they did... After all, by the time severely sick or injured people were brought to safe spaces to be treated, they were already dead. Such frequent, never-ending death made the two wizards wonder if they couldn't stop death, perhaps they could reverse it?
There was trial and error... Comparisons of alterations to pre-existing spells such as speak with dead and animate dead. The problem with such spells is that it did not heal the damage done to the person and in turn, did not truly bring their soul back. They didn't want to create brief conversations with ghosts or skeleton soldiers. They wanted to bring back healed, living, breathing, and well rounded people. They wanted people to come back with their personalities and memories in tact.
Primarily using rats to test their ideas and theories, as time passed and more pressure was put on them by the king to hand over a completed and full-proof resurrection spell, the more Elyin was certain that the problem lied not within their spellcasting, but rather within their test subjects. In order to create a spell to resurrect people, they would need to practice on people. The only problem was that Alanis refused to use humanoid test subjects, and even though the king was invested in their work, he refused to allow them to cast their spell on any humanoid until they perfected it. The stressors of their job of creating a resurrection spell, and living during times of war, famine, and plague took a heavy toll on the two elven mages. They argued with increasing frequency and intensity. One fight even turned violent, resulting in Elyin killing Alanis. Elyin would go on to cast their resurrection spell on Alanis. However, he would purposefully alter the spell a bit, hoping to remove the memories of him killing Alanis from Alanis' mind. His alteration of their almost perfect spell would have dire and unforeseen consequences with Alanis not only losing a large chunk of his memories but multiple, large fragments of his soul.
Becoming both mentally and physically only a fragment of the man he used to be, Alanis would find himself craving raw, arcane power. Absorbing raw, arcane power into both is body and mind, he would start to rebuild himself. Sadly, no matter how much of himself he rebuilt, he would never feel whole due to him being incorrectly resurrected.
There would, however, be some perks to being resurrected and becoming made of blood, flesh, and raw arcane power. In addition to having the typical abilities of a level 20 dnd 5e wizard he would also gain the following abilities:
prolonged but not quite immortal lifespan
the ability to cast basic / first level healing spells such as cure wounds and healing word (dnd 5e)
being able to sustain himself with food and/or through absorbing arcane energy (similar to Gale in BG3)
once per long rest he can transfer the arcane energy he absorbed to another mage, helping them regain 2 spell slots. He takes 2 points of exhaustion doing this, however.
he is often mistaken for the elven god known as the Fate Caller, an elven wizard whose study of the arcane was so relentless he came to master all spellcasting types (cleric, warlock, etc). This mix up of identity happens due to his ability and his physical likeness to the god.
â â  VERSES
General fantasy/default - See about.
Baldur's Gate 3 -- info tbd
Dragon Age: The Veilguard -- The best way to fight a god is with another god, right? Rook & company chase rumors of the Fate Caller but find Alanis instead. The real Fate Caller remains elusive but Alanis is just as helpful, in his own way.
Marginally sceptical, yet inquisitive and mildly amused, did the high-elf behold the demigod floating before them, graceful and divine. Myriads of dangers promising âaidâ had crossed their paths already. Hags, githyanki and red dragons, legions of cultists, True Souls, xenophobic druids, mind flayers. Theyâd had their fair share of hostile confrontations, battles and near-death experiences, so hearing out a demigod paled in comparison. And if the stranger truly intended to deceive them with his benevolent facade, while harnessing malicious intentions at heart, Luran figured he wouldâve snapped a mere finger, and wiped them clean off of the face of this, and any other plane of existence, already. In other words, he was willing to take his chances with the demigod, this Azariel.
Though, by the looks of it, some of his companions did not share homogenous sentiments. Laeâzel, either instinctively or deliberately, had drawn her sword, ready to gut the intruder; the others exhibited a melange of emotions ranging from sheer surprise to cold scepticism; only Karlach and Gale appeared enthralled by the stranger, the demigod, each having reasons of their own.
âAh, so our reputation precedes us? Even in the higher circles of society?â Luran said lightheartedly, hoping his frivolous demeanour, to this unanticipated encounter, would placate those with a propensity for distrust and eagerness to antagonise. âWell, I say, we could certainly use some help crossing this chasm, for one. And, for another, youâre not the only one who desires to learn more about this affliction of ours,â he added on a more serious note, gesturing to his head. âPerhaps âtwould, indeed, be beneficial to join forces and fight this evil together, in the hope of finding a solution, a cure.â
Uneasy shuffling â muffled protestations â reached his pointy ears, but he disregarded them. If the demigod posed a problem, they could dispose of him â theyâd weathered more tempestuous storms, after all. Though, he sincerely wished this permanent measure would never leave the drafting table...
âWe could use your help,â he eventually declared, reverently. âIâm not certain if the formalities of an introduction are in order, since I suppose you, and your omnipotent comrades, probably already know all there is to know about us. Regardless... My name is Luran,â the elf added, his words were accompanied by a slight inclination of the head. âLet us venture forth.â
Blue-black eyes wander over the party, studying them both with curiosity and caution. The adventurers are weary and rightly so. After all, many of them are infected with mindflayer tadpoles, fighting to save themselves along with preventing the end of the world. It is a heavy burden to bear. Almost too heavy. Such grim destiny is best confronted by a well rounded team. What better addition than a demigod?
Azariel's gaze rests a beat longer on Lae'zel, noticing the Gith's intense expression and sharp sword. His gaze only wanders when he's confident that she's not going to leap on him, sword first at the first opportunity to do so. "High-ish circles. Most of the gods are otherwise preoccupied but many demigods speak of you. Dame Aylin, for example, speaks of you all with high approval."
"The enemy of your enemy is a friend, that much is true," Azariel replies with a nod of understanding, seeming open and almost eager to alliance himself with the group. "We have a great threat upon us. Orin and Gortash must be stopped, not to mention we must end the Netherbrain. We will not know peace until the crown of Karsus is either returned to Mystra or destroyed." His eyes briefly flickers to the chasm before returning to Lura's face. "It is nice to meet you. The chasm is small, but just wide enough that you can not jump across. I could carry you across. It would have to be one at a time but I do not mind making more than one trip."
Raphael took his time, savouring the delicious sight of Azariel laid out beneath him, bare and needy, his body tense and trembling under Raphaelâs hold. He liked seeing him this wayâcompletely open and waiting, every inch offered up. In his cambion form, Raphael felt a dark satisfaction simmering in his chest, his wings stretching out behind him, casting shadows over the two of them. His tail flicked lazily, a cheerful contrast to the eager tension thrumming through his veins as he pressed the head of his cock against Azarielâs cunt. He wanted Azariel squirming for it. Then, with deliberate slowness, he sank in, inch by inch, feeling that tight, wet heat clench around him just the way he liked.
Fuck, he thought, a smug smirk curling at his lips. It always feels so good.
Settling into a punishing rhythm, he dug his fingers into Azarielâs hips, pulling him down to meet every thrust, his grip hard enough to leave marks. His wings flexed with each powerful movement, casting Azariel in their shadow. âYou can take more, my sweetâ he purred, voice rough with satisfaction as he picked up the pace, feeling Azariel's body responding, helpless under his control.
Without breaking rhythm, Raphaelâs tail curled around Zahariâs thigh, a possessive grip as he pulled him down further, pressing Zahariâs hips down against Azarielâs mouth. âThatâs it⊠fuck his pretty mouthâ he ordered, his tone dark and laced with dirty satisfaction. His tail held him steady, squeezing tight, making sure both of them stayed exactly where he wanted them.
Raphaelâs wings unfurled wider, surrounding them as he leaned in, his tail sliding up Zahariâs thigh and curling around his waist like a leash. Mine, he thought, watching the aasimars pinned there beneath him. He picked up his pace, each thrust harder and rougher, reveling in how they both stayed helpless under his command.
With a hard, brutal thrust, he brought his wings forward, cocooning them in shadow as he leaned into Zahari, his mouth brushing against his ear, voice a low, dark growl. âMy perfect little lambs, all so deliciously needyâ he snarled like a hungry beast, tail and fingers locking them in, leaving them both completely at the mercy of his relentless rhythm.Â
There was a nauseating yet intoxicating thrill in fucking the guts out of two celestial beings that made his cock twitch with eagerness. Hells, he wished he could imprison them in a little birdcage in his room, to use daily as he pleased. His and only his. Maybe I will.
Azariel has had his fair share of flings and relationships. However, few connections have lasted as long as his dynamic with Raphael and Zahari. Celestial and demonic souls combine in unexpected ways... Although there is much that the three of them disagree about, and although they often have to push work aside in order to remain in each other's good graces, there is much they agree on. Who knew that celestial creatures and demonic creatures could have so much in common?
Speaking of having something in common... Something they all have in common is their affection for each other. They are caught in what Azariel once jokingly called an angel sandwich, Raphael pleasuring him while Zahari also pleasures him. And what a glorious sandwich it is to be in, Raphael teasingly and slowly pressing his cock into his cunt while Zahari rides his face. What an unexpected and delightful discovery it is to find that the silver haired and golden skinned Zahari also has a literal gold colored cunt.
Azariel audibly moans as Raphael settles into a punishing, deep rhythm. His pleased moans only grow louder as Raphael's hands curl around his hips and pull his hips back to meet the thrust of his cock. His cries are so loud that the only reason his moans aren't echoing is because they are being muted by the rock of Zahari's cunt against his face. One of Zahari's hands come to rest in Azariel's soft, blue-black hair, the other resting approvingly on the tail wrapped around his pale thigh.
"Fuck his mouth feels so good," Zahari groans approvingly, face blushing a faint gold as his arousal only grows. Between the feeling of Azariel's hot, wet mouth and the sound of Raphael hungrily fucking Azariel, he knows he likely won't last long.
Rapahel, even with his cock buried deep within Azariel is careful to give him attention as well. The devill's mouth brushes against his ear and a compliment spills forth from his lips. The sweet praise sends another wave of arousal straight to Zahari's cunt. "I'm close," Zahari confesses, near breathless from their passionate lovemaking. "And I think Azariel is close as well." He brushes a kiss against Raphael's cheek before continuing to speak. "Give me your hand, won't you? I want to ride both Azariel's face and your fingers when I cum."
"You would be too if you had one of your people's gods roaming around in your head." Zaen said, a bit despairingly, laying on his back on the ground outside the Lighthouse, tossing his orb up into the air and catching it between his hands.
"Everyone is coming to me for answers. For direction. As if I know what I'm supposed to be doing." The normally cheerful elf more mumbled than spoke aloud as he pouted. "I'm used to following orders, not giving them... what if I'm doing it all wrong? What if I'm not making any of the right choices? It's not like we're deciding on dinner here, this is the fate of the entire world. Why am I responsible for that?"
He stopped, however, when he realized he was being stared and and he sighed, dismissing his orb and letting his head drop to the side. "No matter what I choose... someone isn't going to be happy. I just... want to make sure everyone gets a fair say..."
For all of his father's flaws, he is blessed with the fact his father does not rattle around in his thoughts. His father may occasionally push and persuade him, but for the most part, leaves him to his own devices. After all, he has proven himself clever and capable time and time again.
"Poor leaders do not worry so much about doing the wrong thing. Trust me, I have met many such awful leaders," he replies, attempting to assure the other. After all, he has lived for centuries and will live for centuries more. "The choice of everything does not have to rely solely on you. We could brainstorm some ideas and put it to a group vote."
immeral does not express this thought, hidden behind the gate of his teeth. being near this other godkin, a child of one of faerun's many deities left to the wayside, sets tenterhooks into his skin that beg for his attention. it whispers to him, that insatiable and damnable urge, to spill the blood of another chosen one.
he clenches his hands so tight that the red, red ropes wound around his fingers dig in and drag him back to the present.
" please. my friends would like to offer you a place to lay your head if you must. aylin is an ally to us, so you may consider us if you need somewhere to rest. "
His offer is considered with a low, thoughtful hum. The adventurers had helped him escape his own shackles which is no easy feat considering how determined the pesky mortal wizard was to channel some sort of divine power, whether it be his or Aylin's. He's indebted to him, NOT the other way around. It's way he's so confused about why they insist on helping him even more.
"A friend of Aylin is a friend of mine," he assures the other with a warm smile. "Still, we all know who is really indebted to who here. I will stay. But only if you allow me to help you fight the Netherbrain and obtain the Crown of Karsus. We cannot allow the crown to fall into the wrong hands."
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