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[ourcollectivefantasy]

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[kharrisdawndancer]

What Do You Do in the Days after the Dead

Her head rested on Asarel's bare chest, her black hair fanning out over the pale skin. He was not sleeping, he still so rarely slept well, but he was resting. His fingers teased slowly through her hair and she was grateful. Her head chased his hand subtly. He knew what she needed, even if neither of them could articulate it.

Two weeks out, nearly, and she finally felt easy breathing. Her heart was calmer again, with no adrenaline spiking through her sleep, no half-heard voice. That part usually only lasted a few days. The nightmares had had come only one night, but were soothed by the warm embrace of her lover. The other dreams had lingered, as they did every year, but the ache was bittersweet and more welcome.

It was just that she missed him so much. Even the bad was welcome to linger, if it reminded her of the closeness she could call this time of year.

Kharris kept her eyes closed. She could picture him again. This time as the boy he would have been this year. Eleven years old. He would be slender with color in his complexion. A spattering of freckles across his open face, even on his plush lips.  Black hair that kissed his shoulders. A little knobby kneed, too lanky with a growth spurt recently started. She wished, again, that Asarel could see him. The baby. The toddler. The boy. All of them. Asarel was the artist. Asarel would have painted something for her, if only he could see Rowan.

The days after the Day of the Dead were always carefully kept quiet. Asarel dealt with his own losses. She went with him, the last few years, both of them secure enough to share even that with each other. The grief and joy at seeing her son's spirit always mixed so violently in her, brutal internal and private blows, that tempests seemed tame to Kharris. It wracked and repaired her soul all at once. She worried for Iloam. He preferred to be solitary in his grief. She thought it was likely a kraken for him; something from the dark, cold depths that rose. Squeezing. Strangling. Pehaps Aelberyn now was allowed. She hoped so, for his sake. Or maybe he spent these days with the twins. She didn't know. She couldn't face him, at this time of year. And he did not want to see her anyway.

The candles would be put away tomorrow and the marigolds were starting to drop their vibrant petals, dusty and dry. The backroom still smelled of the incense and the chalk on the floorboards. Farthing would go in now and there were paw prints through the hastily drawn, but there were a few days he didn't intrude. Cats knew about these things. mentions: @murmuring-shadows @ourcollectivefantasy @weekly-writing-challenge

[jemini-arts]

Iloam Blacksong; Birthday present!

Thank you for letting me doodle your dude! ;)

[ourcollectivefantasy]

OC Profile

The Basics ––– –

Age: 480 (Human equiv. 48)

Birthday: October 18th. 

Star Sign: Scorpio.

Race: Sin’Dorei / Blood Elf

Gender: Cisgender Male

Face / Body Claim: Ewan McGregor

Marital Status: Married, but separated [for over 10 yrs]. No plans for divorce.

Relationship practice: Polyamory

Server: Wyrmrest Accord - Horde (Faction Neutral)

Physical Appearance ––– –

Wardrobe: 80s London Punk. Black on black, otherwise greyscale or muted, cool colours. Studded leather jackets, spiked combat boots, vintage punk rock band t-shirts. Prefers solids with classic lines. Almost all clothes are second hand from Charity Shops.

Hair: Bright ginger. Short faux-hawk style with long sideburns. In the Winter months, keeps a trim beard.

Eyes: Emerald green.

Height: 6′7″

Build: Swimmer/Jogger's athletic, slim build. Slightly under weight but muscled.

Common Accessories: Wears lots of rings of bone, metal, and stone on his fingers. A plethora of necklaces and bracelets on each wrist. Carries a Dwarven vintage carved silver cigarette case & matching lighter. Never without his comm and his motorcycle keys. Concealed throwing daggers in inside jacket pocket, as well as a coil of steel guitar strings, and full dagger in his boot, always. Wears a small silver hoop earring in right ear.

Distinguishing Marks: Sprayed with freckles all over his body and face. Missing both middle fingers. Thin white scar across his throat (affects his voice; graveled). Silver coin sized scars on fronts and backs of hands and feet. Banishment symbol burned into his chest. Small K scar over his heart; large K scar on right shoulder. 

Tattoos: Small sound wave behind left ear. Maiden’s Anguish at base of throat/along trapezius. Pirate ship (enchanted) on left bicep. Two birds holding banner that says ‘BAD SEED’ over a skull on right bicep. Troll-style boa constrictor wraps from right knee, up thigh, and across hip. Small gypsy clan symbol (skull ontop of a rose) on lower back.   

Personal ––– –

Profession: Founder and CEO of Blacksong Records.

Hobbies: Partying - frequent patron of Succulent Tart, Howling Owl, and Red Moon. Recreational drugs & drinking. All things music: goes to punk rock concerts, buys and trades vintage records, plays mech-guitar, repairs broken guitar pedals and amps. Riding and repairing motorcycles. Extreme sports, primarily stunt biking and surfing.  

Languages: Traveler (Native), King’s Common, Dwarven, Thalassian, Orcish Common, Sign Language.

Residence: Lordaeron Coast, and sometimes Silvermoon. 

Birthplace: Quel’Thalas

Religion: Mildly Old Ways/Traveler (Pagan).

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Kharris Dawndancer-Blacksong

Dating: Aelberyn & Jericho Bloodsword (Primaries), Saeil Moonblade, Se’lysona Riverblade. 

Children: Aelenna Sinead “Sean” Bloodsword & Fib Bloodsword, both almost 5 yrs.

Parents: Maebh Blacksong & Daigh Blacksong (deceased).

Siblings: Younger brother, Kieran Blacksong.

Other Relatives: One female younger cousin, Fox. Status unknown.

Sex & Romance ––– –

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Preferred Role: Dominant | Submissive | Switch

Preferred Position: Bottom | Top | Vers

Libido: Extremely High

Turn ons: Power, confidence, high intelligence, witty sense of humor, empathy, submissiveness, great conversation, flirty.  

Turn offs: Trying-too-hard, mind games, wall flowers, air heads, big egos, pretty but no substance, bad conversationalists, people that only talk about themselves, drama queens, brats.

Love Language: Quality Time & Physical Touch

Kinks:  BDSM, WAM, leather & latex, sensory deprivation, mask play, blood play, knife play, age or pet play, dirty talk, phone sex & sexting, being watched/performing or watching, sharing/group sex, cuckolding, orgies, sex clubs, casual sex.

Relationship Tendencies: Prefers casual sex and FWB. Romance adverse, and very selective about who he gets into commitments with. Once committed, stays in relationships a very long time and plays the emotional role of Dominant, with a focus on care giving and very protective.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open-Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Often. Smokes mainly bloodthissle. Drugs: Often. Very into party drugs. Long history of struggle with heroin. Alcohol: Often. “Defaults” to functioning alcoholic, but can get crazy at parties.

RP Hooks ––– –

Music Fans - He runs a small but successful punk rock music label. If you’re into rock, punk, or even just a music fan, you’ve probably heard of Blacksong Records or even one of his bands. You may even know his face from music magazines; he’s often in the background at concerts or industry parties. Feel free to mention it!

Pirates & Sailors - He used to run a very successful and well known salvage company (Atlas Treasure Salvage, or ATS). They were well known in the Booty Bay, Bilgewater, and Orgrimmar ports. It’s possible you saw him around “in the old days”.

Drugs - He’s well connected among drug dealers as both a buyer and seller. Got a big party you want to sell to? He’s your in. Or maybe you’re looking for pure quality and tired of thugs selling you stems in the Drag? He’ll get you the good stuff if you’re willing to pay top coin.

Motorcycles - He’s a frequent shopper at gear head garages around Quel’Thalas. He also stops off at biker taverns for a pint on the way home from work. You may have seen him. Or maybe you just notice the brand of his jacket or boots are a familiar favourite amongst aficionados. 

Gossip Rags - Is your character SUPER into Silvermoon tabloids? Iloam is “reportedly” dating one of the hottest couples of the SMC Elite crowd, Baron & Baroness Aelberyn & Jericho Bloodsword. Paps frequently snap them slipping into vine covered cafes and exclusive night clubs. Your character may have a theory on the whole ‘are they or arent they’ debate that keeps socialites guessing on the trio’s relationships status.

OOC Info  ––– –

Mun is 21+ in age. Dark themes/ERP friendly.

I have been playing WoW since the beta for Vanilla and gone through many phases of enjoying PvE aspect (including a raiding guild), but at this point I only play for RP and have no interest in game play. I prefer Discord text RP for 1:1 or small group scenes. I generally only login to game for RP events or by request.

For text RP, I am very bad about forum style/casual post RP and will generally lose track of it quickly. I also try to stray from forum style post on Tumblr for the same reason. The best way to RP with me to set a date/time to both login to Discord or game and set aside several hours to write out a scene together.

I’m a very fast typer and tend to do multi-para for scene sets only, and then fall into a more natural rhythm as the scene plays out. I do not ask that partners match my post length.

Communication is very important to me. OOC discussion of dark themes or comfort level with ERP will be discussed first. I am happy to FTB or avoid topics that are triggering. I also ask that my partners always feel comfortable letting me know if for any reason big or small, they need to cancel a scene or are not feeling up to it. Real life will always come first.

Contact Information  ––– –

@ourcollectivefantasy​ is Iloam’s In-Character blog, shared with characters of Aelberyn and Jericho Bloodsword.

@blacksongrecords​ is Iloam’s record company blog. Look here for event announcements!

All follows from my OOC blog @desolatedangel. 

I am reachable in-game via mail on the name: Ilóam

Feel free to send me an ask or message for my Discord handle, but if we haven’t met before I prefer we mutually follow each other’s Tumblr and interact a little bit before giving that out.

[ourcollectivefantasy]

Truth be told, no other characters inspired me to create Iloam. He arrived all on his own as I was running around the Belf starting zone, flirting with NPCs and calling them ‘Crumpet.’ The rest was history. 

A couple years later, my friend @kharrisdawndancer told me I should watch Buffy (which I’d never seen and felt “was a teenage girl’s show”) because Iloam reminded her of Spike. He’s the entire reason I watched 7 seasons and changed my mind about it. All these other character’s I’ve found elements of them remind me of Iloam after he’s already existed, but it’s always fun seeing your OC in other places.

Tagged By: @valarin-sunstorm

Tagging: @selysona-wra @iestyn-crowe @mremaknu @kharrisdawndancer and anyone who thinks this looks fun!

[ourcollectivefantasy]

The Rabbit Run

Weekly Writing Challenge Week 1 - Day of the Dead/Death

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The mother was dead. Her body had succumbed to decomposition and the crows had found her eyes and entrails earlier in the day. Sean watched the rabbit’s soft grey fur flutter in the wind as the long grass swayed and swished around them.

“You will take good care of her?” She asked, looking up at the older boy sitting on his knees in the mud of the rabbit run. Above him, the sky matched the same pale blue of his eyes. They were beautiful beneath his mop of black curls.

“I will,” he promised, and snuggled the rabbit mother’s spirit in his arms. The cottontail hopped up against his chest, tickling his chin with her long whiskers as her nose twitched.

 “SEAN!” A distant voice bellowed, carrying on the Lordaeron wind with icy panic. It was too cold to be without her cloak in November.

 “What about the baby?” Sean asked and pushed auburn curls from her small face. Her hand came away with snot on her palm and she sniffled, holding back more tears.

“You can help him. He’s still alive,” the boy told her. His voice was nice. He always made her feel calm when he came to play.

“How?” Sean scooped up the baby rabbit and dropped him into the ruffles of her dress. He rolled onto his back, kicking the one leg that wasn’t injured as the other bled onto the cream fabric.

“Just put your hand on him. Gently,” the boy instructed her, reaching out to lay his hand ontop of hers. He wasn’t warm like the baby bunny. “Now pray he will be healed.”

Sean closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed harder than she ever had and tears ran down her cheeks. The crows and the owls would come for the baby if they didn’t save it. It couldn’t run. Her heart filled with the same desperate terror and she refused to let it happen.

“Look,” the boy said and he smiled at her. His smile was so perfect, it made her smile too. Sean looked down and the bunny rolled over in the well of her skirts and hopped back and forth. His leg was healed and the scantness of his body had fluffed to a healthy weight.

 “SINEAD BLOODSWORD!” The voice bellowed again - angry, but scared. It wasn’t any closer than last time; down the rabbit run and out the other side of the meadow, where she had followed the boy inside and found the bunnies.

 “That’s my Da,” she sighed, and dropped her skirts to let the baby skitter away, through the long grass to hide in safety from the coming cold night.

“I know.” The boy looked up and towards the voice, listening as he pet the mother’s spirit to calm her in his arms. “What’s he like?” he finally asked.

Sean looked down the rabbit run, listening to Iloam call her name to find her. “He’s got more freckles than you, and he sings me bedtime songs.”

Rowan smiled. “That sounds nice.”

[ourcollectivefantasy]

I did a picture of Iloam eyeing the menu (so to speak) at a club! I was randomly inspired by one of the many RP events we've been to. Here is a picture of him without club lights as well.

[kharrisdawndancer]

State of the Character: Kharris Dawndancer-Blacksong

Kharris Dawndancer-Blacksong, Blood Elf [Wyrmrest Accord]

Where & Activities: She can be found in a variety of places; she portal hops between Dalaran, Orgrimmar, and Silvermoon. She can also quite readily be found at the reconstructed Barge in Bladefist Bay, or on the island base ATS keeps. She frequently visits the Bloodsword twins, trying to see them at least monthly, but often more frequently.

Life & Personal: She’s romantically involved with Asarel Solshade and they are going to have their 7th anniversary next month. She’s deeply in love with him, but they still have their troubles and insecurities.

Her marriage to Iloam Blacksong is still somewhat distant, but the two remain quite deeply bonded. Their relationship has settled somewhat the last few years and slowly mends.

She is still quite successfully leading the business aspect of Atlas Treasure Salvage, though the company is much quieter than it used to be. It’s mixed bag of economic success and heavy personal failure for her and she struggles with balancing her personal desires with the responsibility of leading and protecting her Crew. She always puts the Crew first and it wears on her.

Privately Dealing With: The 8th anniversary of her son’s stillbirth passed only a few days ago. She withdrew and took a few days to spend away, traveling to his grave in the Hinterlands as is her usual custom. Asarel accompanied her. Castien likely is over seeing Atlas business for the next few days.

Utterly terrified of the implications of getting on the Vindicaar and traveling around in the Twisting Nether, she has not been to Argus. She would hide her fear from everyone but Asarel and Iloam, but she’s horrified of the possibility of ever being trapped in the Nether again.

She is still uneasy about the existence of Khaeris, an alternate timeline’s  version of herself, and the anxiety over what the other woman is doing in her timeline is subtle but ever-present.

mentions: @murmuring-shadows @ourcollectivefantasy @castien-storm @atscrew