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a selective roleplay account for ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฬ from michael moorcock's seminal work. to summarize him in brief, he is a non-human, dragon-riding, interdimensional ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ from a sword &&. sorcery version of earth. he comes from an extremely ๐ซ๐จ๐น๐ฒ ๐ช๐ผ๐ณ๐ป๐ผ๐น๐ฌ, &&. it is not unusual for people to be afraid when they realize he's melnibonรฉan. please ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ in our threads!
his story is a deconstruction of the evil emperor trope, and contains motifs of cruel fate, divine wrath, confronting the sins of our ancestors, fighting in vain against destiny, wanting answers and getting none, destruction as transformation, magical addiction, existential absurdity that's conquered by love, &&. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ among others.
๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก '๐๐. for ease of access, rules are under the read more for mobile, but in brief this blog is: indie โ selective โ multipara lite โ oc friendly โ side blog friendly โ crossover friendly โ multi friendly โ format indifferent โ
my name is ๐ ๐๐๐๐, my pronouns are they/them, and i'm 28. all graphics are mine, &&. i take requests if you see anything you like. i look forward to writing with you!
additionally, please ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐๐๐ด if you're struggling with an ask or a starter for me. i love plotting &&. worldbuilding!
Hello to all the friends I haven't met yet! This is a selective roleplay account for Elric of Melnibonรฉ, the classic pulp fantasy character who inspired franchises like A Song of Ice and Fire, The Witcher, Dungeons & Dragons, Warhammer, appears in Marvel Comics, Titain Comics, &&. much more. I fell deeply in love with these stories back in 2023, and they are incredibly close to my heart. Thank you for helping me to indulge in these narratives each day!
๐๐๐๐๐: flint
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: they / them
๐๐๐: 28
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: work is tough, maybe three hours a day max
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: low activity with bursts of hyper activity
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ . . . semi-selective, format indifferent, oc friendly, side blog friendly, &&. multi-para lite.
What you can expect from me:
๐๐. I write lit roleplay that verges on purple prose. I also mostly match length; I do not expect you to, it is just a bad habit of mine from the old 2016 rpc scene.
๐๐. Just a heads up, ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ. That means if youโve never sent me anything before, Iโm going to try and move your meme, your starter, your reply, etc, to the top of my to-do list. This is just something I actively do to try and spread the love and make new friends feel welcome!
* admittedly, this has been harder for me to adhere to lately. It's still a goal of mine, but I have been informed that I must be in draft jail for the time being.
๐๐. I usually enjoy ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐, &&. ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, and that genre preference is reflected in my writing. I enjoy doing darker, tragic plots. I'm used to writing a variety of things, but just know this blog will likely have some violent and/or triggering content on it. If it happens, it will be tagged with a basic โtw: word/term hereโ so you can block it.
๐๐. My activity is low with bursts of hyperactivity. I use light formatting; I do not care if you do. Sometimes I use icons; I do not care if you do. I'm very flexible when it comes to what kind of threads and interactions I have, and will typically "auto-adjust" Elric to fit in your character's world. One thing to note is that ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ. I know that's the roleplay standard, especially on this site, I've just found that it stresses me out &&. makes the hobby unfun for me, so I simply don't anymore. I prefer building interactions that way because it gives me the freedom to tailor my character to yours fully. I do have some verses outlined on my carrd ( including a well developed southern gothic one that most of my modern interactions use ) but they're more like starting points. More like guidelines, if you will.
Additionally, if you followed me I'm going to assume that you're interested in my character, their setting, their lore, &&. their themes in the same way that I'm interested in yours. Yes, I will auto-adjust Elric to make sense with your character, but also do not be surprised if I throw your character into his world for an adventure too. ๐๐๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐๐ซ.
๐๐. I enjoy plotting as much as writing, and my DMs are always open for ideas. If we're mutuals, feel free to add me on discord @๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐๐๐. Please just make sure to tell me who you are!
๐๐. This blog is smut friendly, though I will only write smut blogs who 1) have muns I know well, or have plotted with extensively, and 2) are 21+. NSFW material will always be below the read more line or on a sideblog. If you know you know.
๐๐. Additionally, I am incredibly ship friendly. While romance is not the central goal of this account, I myself enjoy it &&. am pretty open to it. Most of my best and strongest ships were forged really early on with me &&. my writing partners just thinking it sounded conceptually cool, so I encourage you to not be shy if you can see our characters interacting in that way, even if we haven't talked much or done anything. I don't feel any kind of way about people wanting to ship, and the worst I'll ever do is just politely decline or say not right now. I promise it isn't going to make me think less of you or stop interacting.
๐๐. When I get overwhelmed by my drafts, I will purge my threads and @you to let you know. Sorry in advance!
What I expect from you:
๐๐. Kindness and patience in all things. Roleplay is meant to be fun, not stressful!
๐๐. If you followed me first, I probably won't follow you back until you make an effort to interact with me, whether that's sending an ask or hitting up my DMs. I make this a standard because I want to avoid people who follow just to have followers; if you do not want to write with me or be active on dash with out of character friendliness ( liking posts, commenting, etc. ) do ๐๐๐ follow me.
๐๐. In the same vein, if we've been mutuals for awhile and we've never interacted, I'll probably unfollow. It's nothing personal! I just prefer to keep my feed active, so if neither of us are using it after a few months, that's that. That said, if this does happen I always follow back after you like a single post of mine; it really is as simple as that with me. Either way, no hard feelings! If you ever break mutuals too, you're always welcomed back โค๏ธ
๐๐. I don't condone or participate in blocking culture in the way that it's often presented in the rpc. If I ever feel the need to hardblock you or unfollow after we've already established a rapport, I promise that I will message you to try and resolve the issue first, or at least tell you why. Ultimately you can do whatever you want if you find yourself in the same situation, but just know that I would appreciate and be receptive to open communication.
๐๐. If you want to interact but don't know what to say, you can go to the Michael Moorcock page on Goodreads and send me a quote that you like. I promise I'll take it from there!
๐๐. Like my graphics or theme? I take requests! Feel free to DM me if there's ever anything you want, even if we've never talked. I accept tips, but I don't charge. I genuinely love making things for people so please don't be shy if there's anything you'd like!
. . . . . . . . . . That's all! Thank you for reading.
begging "please, i need to come," while he's fucking you, except he slows down til he's barely moving and replies "no, that's not what you need, is it? what you need is for me to keep going like this until you can't even think about coming anymore. until all you want is for this to never end. isn't that right?"
Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.
There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.
addiction headcanon/analysis tw: i think thereโs something to be said for how elric never learned to enjoy things in moderation growing up. not only was hedonism and excess explicitly encouraged by those around him ( people get NERVOUS and WEEPY when the emperor to be looks bored or upset ) but the added layer of needing to steal certain activities and emotions away privately compounded this. he learned that there was a public version of himself that was necessary, and that love, kindness, generosity and mercy were only viable behind closed doors. his issues with vulnerability are more artificial; theyโre an extension of his grief, not his upbringing, but even then there are different kinds of vulnerability. when times are good, he does not have any issues sharing his feelings, but he does have a HUGE mental block around showing how tired he is, or how much pain heโs in at any given moment. his disability was definitely NOT something that belonged up on the ruby throne, and i think part of his melancholia is itself a mask for that.
more then all of these things needing to be kept private, the windows where he could indulge in them were always small and fleeting too. in that sense, he learned that good things end abruptly, and at unpredictable intervals; he learned that the limits of his body were inconsequential to what was expected of him, and to move forward at all costs; he learned that having the spare time to practice and receive tenderness was a reward for executing tasks effectively; he learned that over indulgence was a normal thing to participate in; and he learned that you need to get a lot in very little time.
i think that tendency he has to be fully present with people when theyโre alone is one of his best qualities. heโs an active listener; he reveals in opportunities to show and exercise care; he is enthusiastic and deeply genuine at his best, while also exhibiting a patience and understanding for individual people that he has for almost nothing else in his life. i also think that when we talk about addictive personalities, itโs really cute when elric is lavishing all his attention onto someone else. itโs really cute when he wants to stay in bed all day, or when he keeps ordering drinks just so the conversation doesnโt end, or when he impulsively derails all his plans on a whim to help you. itโs cute, and it also needs to be said that he will do all that in the absence of time, money, and reason, because in a lot of ways life away from home is an eternal party for him in a psychological sense. out here, everything is closed doors.
so heโs getting a lot in very little time, except he terrifyingly has nothing but time now and no understanding of what that means. heโs both clinging onto and ruining good things for himself because he never got used to them lasting more then a few fleeting hours. he is ignoring his body and overindulging, because thatโs increasingly the only way he has to care for himself as time goes on. and he gets more and more used to all of it, and more and more dependent on all of it.
thereโs something to be said for an aesetic life; one where you find joys in people instead of material comforts; where you experience bliss primarily through the lives of others in a very divine sense; where happiness is won through feeling yourself as a small part of the universal whole.
thereโs also something to be said for how believing or striving for that can become a justification for addiction as you waste your life away. and thatโs the other side of that cute, intensely sweet, and overwhelmingly sincere side to him. that tendency he has to become fast friends with everyone he meets? to embed himself in their lives, and get lost in their stories. to make you the main character in his life for a little while, because he never wanted to be the main character. it is such a good feeling; now how long do you think itโs gonna take for your muse to realize how much he really depends on that in like, a bad way though?
"Nay," says Roland cheerfully, apple-cheek'd. "'Tis the very irregularity what makes mankind all the more fascinating, loving, and wholly equipped to evolve better for their Natural circumstances. 'Tis that evolution what keeps myself connected onto their own demographic, their own scale of their biological Weave.
"Art thou worried of thine own change?" inquires he. "If thus: why? Dost thou paint thyself within the same canvas as the basest of mortal function? Thou art not, as thou canst plainly See," offers Roland.
THERE WERE FEW DROPS OF WINE LEFT, AND MANY LITTLE NIGHT JARS GIVING MUSIC TO THE MOON. the malaise of conversation had made minutes of hours, and now it made a river of time. one that spilled and sprawled, overflowing from the spaces between words and the wisps of rolandโs hair. he spoke of change admirably, and yet elric would admit that in the time heโd known him, his friend had always seemed to him to be one of those people who came into existence fully formed, and were he ever to venture to the beginning, or the end of all things, it would not surprise him to find roland there with his toothy smile.
โโโโโโโโโโโ I DO NOT FEAR MUNDANITY, NOR TAKE OFFENSE AT ANY HUMAN LIKNESS YOU MAY FIND IN ME, โ he said gently. โ all the same, i am no human, and my nature lacks the sensibilities of the modern world they've built. you speak of change as a โฆ natural thing, and that is right enough. i will admit that on the whole, i have found uncivilized life to be truer and more becoming than society, but i still see it's limitations, and have witnessed first hand the consequences of unchecked evolution. โ
there was the soft hand of growth which guided all things; king grome and his brothers, content within their earthly domain to love the dead like treasures and mourn the results of their embrace as useless riches were squeezed from their bones. a lack of consciousness was a blessing when it came to such transformation, and it was this absence of thought more than anything else that his people had perfected in their final days. despite the analogies, men were not made of wood; it hurt to rot, and while the dreaming city had once built impossible things, elric had not inherited that moment in history. โ โฆ it twists the soul, roland, offering death-like change with no seasonal constancy, and there is a great difference between progress and regress. i circle the corpse of my own life; it is there by my own hand, and yet i am plagued by a feeling of alien alternation, one driven by forces outside myself. i am what i am, and yet i am bifurcated by my birth, my circumstances, and my mind, none of which are in agreement on my personhood. youโve a wholeness that i envy. โ
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐จ๐ซ๐ด๐ฐ๐ป๐ป๐ฌ๐ซ๐ณ๐ ๐ฌ๐ต๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ผ๐บ he had a home to miss at all. What home did she have now, having tossed aside luxury and wealth at court for the chance to find her daughter in a city so far north that she may as well have dreamt it up. Her home was nowhere. Her home was nothing.
More than that, to find goodness in this world was no easy feat, least of all within oneself. What she'd managed to squeeze out of herself was all but blood from a stone, warmth wrung desperately from her cold, dead heart. Helping the grove could be explained all too easily as a good deed for selfish means -- how else could she get an audience with the archdruid? -- and her alliance with the rest of their little band was out of necessity. The more people working together to search for a cure, the more likely they were to find one.
"So long as you incur that hatred in the name of solving our current predicament, I'll not complain." There was little she would not do in the name of curing herself of the parasite; it was almost easy to imagine forgiving someone's evils if their goals were aligned. "Where will you go, then? Who will you try to become?"
It was a good question, though one he hadn't yet bothered to pose to himself. The truth was that further Elric traveled, there was a part of him that grew more and more skeptical of his own part in this story. It seemed at times to be an ill-fitting narrative, and he could not shake the feeling that his role in it were ending.
โ ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐, โ he admitted. It seemed an inconceivable feat, far more so then their current attempts to rid themselves of their psychic stowaways, but knowing that did little to dissuade him from the idea of it now that Ruby brought it up.
It seemed to him that he'd been someone all his life โโ first a king, then a sword for hire โโ and whatever this was now. Perspective had a way of shattering identity, and he did in fact feel a certain bitterness towards those who'd shown an interest in his tale. It was, after all, easy to consume such stories, and far more difficult to live them. โ I'd say I'd go anywhere that would have me, but if that were true I'd have stopped a long time ago. I'm not sure I know how to anymore. What about you? โ
at work again on a sinday, but what if the first and only time your character sees elricโs carefree smile is when they themselves are in the throws of ecstasy? what then? ๐ฅบ
EDMUND SPOKE LIKE MORNING FROST, YET WITH A CERTAIN GENTLENESS THAT ELRIC COULD NOT EXCORSIZE FROM HIS IMAGINATION. there were a number of things that a statement like that could signify โโ that he was unaccustomed to indulging in pleasure, or forgoing his royal duties at the behest of the afternoon sun. it might've meant that he was unfamiliar with intimacy which beheld a lack of trust, love, or similar attributes which were all surely absent from the space between them, for strangeness had made a stranger of elric on more than one occasion despite the time he'd lingered here.
sometimes, the dragon prince of imrryr had a quality about him that seemed to dissipate like dandelion seeds. people had held their hands up to him before, and their skin still tickled with the memory of it as he slipped right through.
with both these truths, elric did not lack self-awareness, and it was for that reason that he did not permit himself to entertain such charitable interpretations. he did, however, reach behind @narniianblood and snake his arms around his shoulders with a lover's lackadaisy.
โโโโโโ YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU DON'T MAKE A HABBIT OF BEDDING ... HEATHENS? VAGABONDS? CRIMINALS? โ his voice was teasing, but his hands were completely disinterested in the conversation. elric kissed his jaw, and pressed himself flush against his back; he smiled, and stamped it somewhere between edmund's ear and his cheek for posterity, murmuring something or other about how they did say he was wise. then his laugh tickled his ear, and by the end of all of it his arms were still wrapped tightly around him. โ no ... i believe it. thank you, ed. โ
EDMUND SAYS โญโโค. โ would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?
THERE WAS A CERTAIN ADOLESCENT JOY TO BEING SOMEWHERE YOU SHOULDN'T. he had learned this from the floorboards of his father's room, and again near the cliffside in the spring, where the rain had sometimes brought them oddities from the little world outside. there, he had held bottle caps in his hands like jewels and adorned his heart with them, not knowing that that same wonder would somehow persist and fester the more he fed it. the egregores had debated over the diseased nature of his fascination, unable to escape the paradox demanded of them in fealty. at fourteen, he had been far more interested in reading than assuaging the sensibilities of the soulless masses; the discussion continued regardless.
now, he couldn't help but wonder sometimes at the way awe and fear held each other. he felt that he had experienced both to a blinding degree since running away from home, to the point where it all just became a blurred ecstasy in his mind.
elric knew that he did not have a right to be here; he also knew that @sunmad could feel the thrum of his heart against her skin when she sat in his lap like this. really, the tub was barely big enough for one of them, yet alone two, and their limbs meshed awkwardly at the far end. whether it was because of or despite of the mild discomfort of it all he did not know, but a strange and thrilling sensation had made him panic when they first met โโ he now recognized as bliss.
the shape of him was not so dissimilar from the cheap porcelain-enamel. it cracked and flaked just as easily as his arms bent around her, and in a certain haze, one could almost come away with the sensation of having been held by the walls themselves.
โโโโโโโโโโโ YOU KNOW โฆ THERE WAS THIS DREAM I HAD A LONG TIME AGO, โ he said. between the light, and the warmth of bodies, his voice had the cadence of a fairy tale. โ i washed up on a rock somewhere, and a bird sang a song to me. then it's feet got bigger, and it tore all the skin from my back before throwing me back into the sea. โ
little-by-little, his hands ran up her arms in deliberate sudsy streaks; he kissed her shoulder with the same reverence, and sighed in a way that felt more like a whisper. โ it was a really good dream. โ
MIRIAM EXPERIENCES โญโโค. โ bathe. for our muses to bathe together.
THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.
i'm surprised that you stayed.
would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?
last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.
how long have you been awake?
don't move. i'm comfortable.
what would you say to some breakfast?
i should really go.
i like waking up next to you.
you know, i could go another round. or three.
you look cute first thing in the morning.
i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.
what time is it?
i don't think i caught your name.
stop moving.
you talk in your sleep.
you have to leave, right now.
how did my shirt get there?
i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.
shut up, i'm trying to sleep.
your feet are cold.
i was worried last night had been a dream.
wanna order food and spoon for a while?
i thought you'd left.
come back to bed.
i didn't want to disturb you.
your phone was ringing.
last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?
i've been waiting so long for this.
i love you.
kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.
spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.
breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.
morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.
shower. for our muses to shower together.
bathe. for our muses to bathe together.
kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.
trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.
watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.
display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.
pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.
mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.
His reaction was what she had expected; she knew that deep down, he enjoyed her company. That he needed his mind and power to be stimulated as much as she needed it, and that there weren't many people around who were on their level. "Oh, Elric, you wound me. Thinking I merely come here to have you help me. You know I am here to help you." She gave him another of her dangerous smiles, one that had just a bit too wide for it to be genuine.
The smile fell quickly as she took a seat next to it, sitting on it like it was her throne. "I am bored, Elric." She said with a sigh, "The people here are boring; they all just scream and run when I appear. They won't let me play with them at all. The world isn't what it used to be." It was quite dangerous for others when Lanfear was bored like this. It mostly meant she would go somewhere and create some chaos for people while she watched. But now she had Elric, and maybe he could engage her in some way. "Tell me a story, entertain me."
โโโโโโโโโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐? โ the fact was that the past had long fascinated elric, and in the days where he had been a weak child, small, frail, and alone in his room with nothing but the pain in his bones and books to feed him, his imagination had reconstructed long lost cultures and their many sins. he had even traced melnibonรฉ's own as far as he could โโ drawing them all the way back to that awful land south of the boiling sea, or delving into yet more esoteric explanations for his own blood.
lanfear knew this too, and she knew she wasn't being fair. still, he had rarely ever known her to be. โ you don't have any playthings because you break them all โโ you're as bad as my cousins, โ he said. then, elric looked at her softly despite his chastisement. because had he ever really hated yyrkoon at all? less and less so, it seemed to him, now that he was dead and buried in the ruins of their home.
he set his drink down again and turned to her. โ i'm not a poet either. if you want to catch up that's one thing, but don't pretend you have a collar on me, โ he paused. โ how are you? โ
