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Freedom is having nothing left to lose.

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Please note that Rhoss' backstory is being rewritten, so all about pages are currently under construction.

TRIGGER WARNING throughout this blog for mention / descriptions of triggering subjects including but not limited to: slavery, abuse, death, genocide, & possibly racism. I am not romanticizing these subjects in any way. They are part of Rhoss’ backstory and they affect his daily life. While he may not speak about them often, they are sometimes mentioned in narration ( i.e. thoughts ).

I'm 28 years old & I work full-time. There is low activity across all of my blogs — I tend to get interested in spurts, so once in a while you may notice I practically live on Tumblr, whereas most of the time I pop in once every other week or so. Sometimes I reply to things on my phone. Block the #altmobile tag if you don't want to see unformatted replies.

My ask box & IMs are always open! Ask memes and starter calls are open to everyone, even non-mutuals, unless specifically stated otherwise. This blog follows from @altsmultimuse.

Last updated April 17th, 2023.

#𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒. · 〔 ooc

ooc. thinking of rewriting the backstory a little. mainly because a narrative so heavily focused on the topic of sl.a.v.e.ry is... not my story to tell, and i've been anxious to use these characters in public spaces because of it. idk. opinions???

#𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒. · 〔 ooc

rhossolasdir

Elven Pantheon

I’m obsessed with making my own lore so here you go.

#𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑑. · 〔 about

batteredoptimist · 〔 James.

Cool hands closed about his head and James instinctively shut his eyes. Rhoss’s voice was calm behind him and he tried to urge the rest of his body to calm itself while he listened to the instructions. His thoughts moved back to the village and the friendly couple who had offered up their home to a strange man wandering naked out from the wood.

The magic moving through him was strange but not unpleasant. Rather, it felt like an easy warmth spreading in tendrils throughout his body starting at the head. As they moved, bits and pieces of images came to the forefront of James’s mind. Two smiling faces in clothing far too old, pairs of shimmering wings, a wood that felt far too familiar. They were all cohesive and yet at the same time not, and he found himself wholly distracted attempting to envision the entire story.

When the magic finally receded James found himself dazed, but the solid weight of Rhoss’s hands on his small shoulders helped him to pry himself back to the surface of consciousness. He blinked- and then a tear slipped free down his cheek.

“I think… I think I remember almost everything.”

James' response draws a gasp from Rhoss, who quickly steps around the chair and crouches in front of him. He reaches out and gingerly brushes the tear from the florist's cheek with his thumb. Rhoss searches James' eyes, attempting to discern whether this is good or bad. "Oh— Are you alright? T-Tell me what you need." Memories can be a blessing and a CURSE, as he knows intimiately. He's over the moon that the magic worked so well, but he would wait to celebrate until after he knew James wasn't in distress.

#batteredoptimist #𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟. · 〔 ic

edelweissmage · 〔 Child of Spring.

“Yes and no. I love An Ráithín and I haven’t been outside of it before. But it is also the only place where I feel safe…so leaving has its drawbacks.” It was a good idea for them to come, in the end. Winter would fade and spring would come, and Vailintin cannot stay housed in Lady Isleen’s halls forever. They must take their place alongside the great gods of nature; of flowers and oak and stream.

And for that reason, it would be a bad idea for Vailintin to see the gardens. Their heart would cry out at the sight of the barren plots and flowerbeds and use their magic to renew the earth…immediately revealing themself and causing a scene.

“The Bay,” Vailintin decides quickly, tugging on Rhosso’s sleeve. “I’ve never been to the ocean before. I want to see dolphins!” While behind them, their guards silently follow.

"Rest assured Yllelune is a tightly-knit community. You'll be safe here. If anything happens — gods forbid — I would stay by your side," Rhoss offers. He then chuckles at Vailintin's eagerness. The bay is a beautiful sight no matter how many times one lay eyes on it. "Oh, you'll LOVE it!" So he leads Vailintin and their guardians to the Overlook, which is a plaza of sorts at one of the cliff's highest points. Stone guard rails protect citizens from the edge. Before them was the jagged semicircular shape of the bay. Ocean waves licked and crashed at the cliff's rocky bottom. Despite the cold weather, seagulls swarmed below at the docks.

#edelweissmage #𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟. · 〔 ic

batteredoptimist · 〔 James.

Obediently James followed behind Rhoss into the back room. Upon entering he looked around with the same wonder he had the shoppe. It was filled to the brim with things he didn’t exactly understand, but that was part of what lent Rhoss and his shoppe their sense of mystique.

Carefully he settled into the chair and pulled the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands to keep himself from fidgeting. There was an excited little smile on his face. Finally he might get some answers- finally he might know what really happened.

“Thanks so much for doing this again…”

Admittedly, Rhoss was also quite anxious, though he attempted to hide it for James' sake. He knew enough about healing. He had to remind himself that he was related to one of the best healers he had ever known. Besides — this wasn't exactly surgical. It would be fine. Rhoss stood behind James, slowly and gently holding either side of the other man's head. He whispered a quick prayer under his breath in his native tongue. "You're welcome. Now— focus on your earliest memory, and if you will, try to keep that in mind," instructed the elf. A warm glow emanated from his hands, shifting between cool colors of blue, teal, and plain white. He closed his eyes. As James would focus on that memory, he would also feel the magic's warmth seeping into his skin and underneath, like the roots of the plants he cared for at work. Those roots would latch onto pieces of the past and pull them forward, a few of them sprouting past the barricade that kept them hidden. The process felt long and arduous; at least from Rhoss' perspective, as he had to metaphorically dig and pluck for memories, thoughts, experiences he wasn't even sure he could find. The brain was a complicated thing, ESPECIALLY when magic was involved. After swirling through past experiences, the arcane roots would recede and pull James back to the present moment. Rhoss' hands dropped from the sides of his head to his shoulders. "James? Are you with me?" he asked — unsure how disoriented his friend may be.

#batteredoptimist #𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟. · 〔 ic #//it is totally up to you how much james remembers afterward #//if it works at all B)

evendrierguys

a kind caring character being kind and caring because they actively choose to be despite their anger and trauma will always be infinitely more compelling and relatable than them just being a pure innocent baby uwu

headspace-hotel

show compassionate, soft characters who are not “innocent”/naive but who fought bitterly to be and remain compassionate and soft

#𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑑. · 〔 about

musemasterlists

Reblog to be added to this masterlist of muses who have magic powers.

This is inclusive of canon characters and OCs, from any fandom or fandomless, or if they only have magic powers in a specific verse.

[Alternatively, muses with superpowers can be added to this masterlist by reblogging this post — feel free to add your muses to both lists if applicable.]

Tag your muse(s)’s name (and optionally, any specifics about their powers).

#Rhossolasdir Galonmin / healing & enchanting & arcane & some combat magic #𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑑. · 〔 about

The simplest of blunders yields a catastrophic mistake; they forgot to knock, and thus walked in on Rhoss before he had finished dressing. It could have been an honest mistake; some people are not as chipper as he in the mornings. What makes it so EARTH-SHATTERING in Rhoss' eyes is that he had heard them coming. He thought they would knock. At the last moment, he spins around to face the door and hide his back. They would have seen more of his past than he cares to reveal. In a flurry of desperation he grabs the robe that was laid out on his bed and pulls it on, holding it closed at his waist as he hasn't put on his trousers yet. His cheeks are a deep shade of red, and his voice comes out meek. "Would you please knock next time?"