Summary: When Ariel, the owner of the Rainbow Note, fails to schedule a band to play for the advertised live music Friday night, Nikaria knows who to text.
Featuring characters from the Wokehurst Discord server!
I know this might be an odd request, but I am currently looking for some selfshipping musing / rp partners. Nothing super serious, just someone to gush over characters and do some self-indulgent writing with. So like... think more personalized x reader fic writing. Also just someone to share x reader fics with because yes.
I also see this as a way for me to expand the kind of characters I write. For example, I love FE3H Dorothea but I have never written her before, I would love to try to.
It is almost 2025, we embrace and adore our cringe. No longer shall we shy away from it. No more ranting. Just love.
Rules:
1. I am only looking for musing/rp partners who are 21+. I am 28 and the idea of doing this kind of musing with someone who is only 18 to 20 feels weird.
2. Discord only. I am willing to make us a server.
3. Keeping things 16+ Aka willing to dive into dark topics but no smut.
4. I don't care very much about spelling or grammar mistakes, no one is perfect.
5. While I identify as lesbian, I do find 2D men hot. So i do simp male and female characters.
Have a list of series that have characters I simp for. The series in bold are my current brainrots:
Voltron
Fire emblem Awakening, Fates, and Three Houses (someone save me from my Sully and Seteth brain rots, thank you.)
A lot of Thane's defensive magic revolves around rings, golden circles manifested around someone in defense.
Partially it's because I am an Elden Ring Faith player, but primarily it is a devotion thing. He is devoted to his friends, one and all and each is a reminder and a promise that shatters at their request. Always a gift and nothing else.
"—I beheld Menel and gazed beyond the twilight, and I was enraptured by her beauty. But unto Ilúvatar I gave no thanks, for what Divinity allowed unto His children, a lifetime of war and ruin, and the stars to merely gaze upon?
As he lay within the soft yellow flower beds of Bree's southern fields, with blue-grey eyes fixed upon the stars and the gentle light of Ithil, the calm of the night did little to soothe the sorrow burrowed within his soul.
He, too, was bound to the cruelty of fate, loss, and love that Ilúvatar had bestowed upon His creation.
As slender fingers swept through the swaying grass, grounding the Elf to the earth, his thoughts drifted to the golden days of his youth, before Nargothrond had fallen to the Darkness, when laughter and music filled the halls of his home, and hope carved the smiles of the Eldar young and old. He could all but hear the voices of his kin in the gentle evening breeze; how merry a memory to hold. But it was instantly overshadowed by their agonizing screams and the putrid scent of Elven rot on the wind, and no longer did he dwell on those haunting memories, but the burdens of Middle-Earth's present and future. His burdens.
"— O' stars above, for how many ages more must I endure this solitude? How often more shall I witness the rise and fall of realms and bear the sting of those who leave their mark upon my heart, only to vanish into the mist?
The Stars, they were eternal - resting forever as Varda's hand had orchestrated them to so long ago. They insulted the short lives and bygones of Arda's mortal people, although they wished upon them as though it would alter the course of their lives. They, the Stars, offered no solace to a weary heart, whose memories and wisdoms spoke of the inability to change hereafter and avoid the quietus awaiting all things.
For even those who seemed as timeless as the Elves, decay and suffering made no exceptions, and favored just the same.
He talks to cats like they're people. He'll have a full conversation with them like you might if you were talking to a baby, responding to incoherent babbling and noise like they're full sentences.
He loves cats. But Changhu has a pet bird, so he doesn't keep any in the house--the strays outside, though.....
I was just looking at some old demon au doppio art (for Reasons that will become apparent shortly) and it's so so funny comparing "demon au doppio" to "vin" because they have so clearly become two different characters
these drawings i'm looking at are absolutely Doppio, clearly and distinctly, and it's so funny seeing him and not immediately thinking "aww Vin" because NOPE VIN HAS EVOLVED SO MUCH FROM THESE DAYS