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@xlifelikedreams
I can’t believe I have to add Julian from the Arcana to this blog because he’s the same type of disaster garbage goblin as my fucking daughter I’m going to scream I cannot handle the both of them and yet here I am. Signing these adoption papers. smh.
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//It won’t work in asks, it’s some kind of garbage update
THIS is what they broke the asks for, the other day? REALLY?
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💗 ;;for Zak!
💗 Has my muse ever been in love?
Zak has fallen in love several times, throughout his lifetime -- none of them, however, have survived.
His first wife, Naomh, was one of the founding members of Earna. She was executed by the council for interfering with and attempting to free convicted criminals from their own execution - when she died, she took Zak’s unborn child with her.
He was single for centuries before he met his second wife, Vivienne. Not eager to repeat the past, he tried to keep her away from the matters of mages. Yet, witch hunters still caught up to them - and he was forced to end her misery, once he found her at the end.
The next woman he loved, he did not marry. Melanie Weylan was already married, after all. Zak had been working with her for Earna, and had hoped to help her escape her increasingly dangerous marriage to Gregory Weylan, one of the current council members. This, of course, did not happen. Melanie ‘fell ill’ and passed away, giving birth to a blonde baby girl - Zak’s daughter, though he dared not claim her and put her in danger.
He has been reluctant since, to open his heart to another - but honestly, at this point, who can blame him?
BONUS SECRET FUN FACT: - Zak harbours some feelings for his apprentice, Natalie, in certain verses. Although in some of them, their relationship is more familial, in others, it has developed in a more romantic sense.
sex+romance headcanons!
Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.
🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
@ironbloodcd
It wasn’t often that Geo felt nervous about... well, much of anything. He could navigate tombs designed like video game dungeons, stand toe to toe with some of the most powerful mages in the world, and control the forces of the elements with a flick of his wrist. Yet, still, he felt a thrill of butterflies in his stomach whenever he fond someone he liked - and boy. He liked the idea of Lance McCoy very much.
It was daunting enough to approach someone on good terms - considering the mess that was his family life, his odd career, and open relationship, there was enough to navigate in an ordinary situation to make most romantic interactions feel like a high stakes gamble. This, though? Somehow, felt more daunting than ever before. It set the shiver of nerves in his stomach to it’s highest setting, his fingers drumming nervously on his thighs as he awaited the appearance of his date, in the lobby of his apartment building.
He still couldn’t quite believe all of it - that the roguish boy he’d been flirting with had been Natalie’s Lance, of all people, was astounding enough. For him to agree to enter into a relationship with both of them... it still made him pinch himself, to see if he was dreaming. He’d expected Lance to hate him, honestly. To resent him, at the very least. He was used to people assuming his motives were less than pure, used to being accused of scheming and manipulating... such things were not his forte, but his family had a reputation, especially with one another. They likely would not have believed that he’d had no idea who Lance was, when they’d met. He couldn’t help but worry, despite Natalie’s kindest assurances, that Lance did not assume the same.
Still, it wasn’t enough to make him want to turn around and run. He still very much wanted to try, at this - and the first step was getting to know Lance better, now that everything (or, nearly everything) was out in the open. Perhaps, once he did, he wouldn’t worry quite so much of what he might think. After all... he liked to think that, once you knew him, it became rather clear that he didn’t have a malicious bone in his body.
He took a breath to calm himself as he heard footsteps approaching down the hall, tucking his hands in his pockets to appear relaxed, and at ease. He’d managed to calm himself by the time Lance appeared from around the corner, slipping easily into his well worn mask of calm and collected with nary a shiver to betray how he worried.
“Hey.” He called softly in greeting, taking a few steps to close the gap between them. “You ready for that surprise?”
He hadn’t told Lance what the plans were, exactly, while out on their date. He’d invited him out, true - but he’d kept mum on the details. Only that he’d pick him up around one, rather early in the afternoon, and that he’d arrange everything. Which, he had - he was, if nothing else, good at organizing things.
“Car’s just outside.” He tried a grin, gesturing toward the door. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, about the whole thing.”
@ambiguousbeta asked for this ;;
He had not expected his body to reform. He had thought, finally, that he had pushed it to it’s limits - dissolved into ether, sacrificed to serve a greater good -- he had hoped, perhaps, that he could rest. Yet here he stood, all the same.
He felt... tired, he thought - achingly aware of every pore and piece of skin, as he lay prone and naked on the ground. He was aware that he needed to rise, gain his bearings, and re familiarize himself with the world, but... it was almost overwhelming. The light, the sounds, the sensation of grass against his skin. He groaned, and closed his acid green eyes, flopping one hand against them in protest of the sun.
It was a fascinating new development, having a body again. Truly, he’d thought the afterlife was quite like the in between - that he had been witnessing confirmation of a widely believed theory, that their consciousnesses drifted in the space between realms, as their life energy sustained the magic of the world - but it seemed now he’d only been waiting to rebuild his strength, in that strange liminal space. Disappointing, he thought, in more ways than one.
His nostrils flared as he breathed carefully in, discerning the scents that surrounded him. Dirt, trees, somebody’s dog -- he didn’t much care for dogs, far too wet -- it was all astoundingly mundane. He was in the city, almost certainly - the scent of cars and pavement was distinct and unmistakable, but even without that, he could hear the honking and the bustling. But... nobody seemed to be screaming about a naked man, lying on their lawn. So... where was he, exactly?
Reluctantly - blearily - he dragged his hand down his face and pushed himself into a sitting position, his joints creaking as he did. It felt almost as if he’d been lying still, for too long. Which, honestly, was just unfair. How could his body, which was now brand new, be stiff? Bullshit. He’d need to fix that, somehow.
Shaking his head as if to clear it, he cast a glance around, and was only mildly surprised to discover that he was lying in the park. The vast green space explained the grass he’d felt - and the trees which guarded him from view explained why no one had panicked about the naked man (corpse, from some angles) who was sprawled across the ground. His luck wasn’t likely to continue, as such, now that he was up and moving about, though. So he supposed he was in need of clothing, wasn’t he?
In a moment, he thought to himself, arching forward to cradle his head in his hands once more. It was... pounding. He just... needed a minute more, to collect himself. Then... then, he would start moving. In just... one... moment...
maybe, his useless form might do him a favour, and just give out, again.
I’m still working on his icon psd but LIKE this post for a starter from an actual golden retriever Geo??
i keep forgetting to link new muses on the proper navigation page whoops
LIKE/COMMENT ON this post for a starter from Zak !
ironbloodcd:
“Hot… little redheads?” The mage’s brows furrowed at that, the feeling that he was very much missing something whispering in the back of his head. Geo’s tone indicated a joke of some type, so perhaps it wasn’t terribly important - at the very least, some of the tension from before had disbursed, allowing both master and servant to relax a little. Unlike his previous masters, unrelenting and merciless men as they’d been, Geo seemed to be rather laid back. It was both a strange and welcome change, though Khalid would need to grow accustomed to it.
Much like everything else, truthfully. At least this was a more pleasant addition to his list of learning experiences. Perhaps he’d get lucky this time…
Don’t get too comfortable though, his mind whispered, for there was no telling if his current master’s personality had some different colours hiding beneath the surface.
He straightened a little at the question, giving a small nod before replying, “Yes. It is… a very long story, but I was… essentially taken, as a boy. Trained. Towards the end, I was told that if I performed one final task, I would gain my freedom, but… as you can probably tell, that was untrue.”
His eyes fell then, to the ice pack in his hands, though his gaze wasn’t truly focused upon it. Instead, his mind hand wandered back to days from his boyhood, before his illness, and when he’d still been in Mana’s care. Gods, how he longed to return to those days even now, despite the impossibility of it all. He wanted to see her again.
His Master. His Mother.
“I could not tell you how long its been since then, but until you woke me, I… went between servitude and sleep. I can only assume that my last slumber was my longest. I… likely would have remained forgotten, had you not woken me.” Lifting his head now, Khalid’s gaze met with the taller man again, strands of black hair tumbling past his shoulders with the movement, “And I will remain as such, until you should choose to seal me once more.”
“Then of course, breaking it would kill you. Hm.” He leaned back against the counter, crossing one arm over his broad chest to support his elbow, as he cradled the mug in his hand. His mind flicked quickly through a number of options, though none of them seemed truly feasible - he didn’t understand enough about whatever bound this poor boy’s soul to really know his options.
“We can carbon date your tablet. That tells us which year it was when it was made... more or less. Some other tests might even tell us how long it’s been since someone last handled it, which’d tell us when you last woke up, if you care about that sort of thing... Miki’s working on the first one, now. It’d tell us what era we were looking at, the kind of spells and enchantments they would have used...” He rubbed his thumb against the glass, absently, as he explained himself. “We thought, maybe, we could... untie you, or something. But I suspected that wouldn’t be the case. I hoped I wasn’t right, but... well.”
He took a long drink from the mug, moving around the counter to seat himself near Khalid. He sighed as he did, easing himself down. For having just woken, he felt... tired. He could only imagine how Khalid himself felt.
“Point is, I don’t want to seal you again. Or command you, or... any of that. Breaking curses is what we do. It’s why I was in that tomb, and you got unsealed. This is... probably one of the most complex curses I’ve ever seen, thanks to it’s age, but... with your help. maybe it won’t matter. Maybe we could get you out of that tablet... for good. They promised you freedom, right?”
He glanced at him, smiling softly again. “What do you say about trying to get it, finally?”
ironbloodcd:
Out of touch with the era Khalid might have been, but he was still able to tell when something he’d said had displeased someone. It was only then that the mage remembered how Geo had expressed earlier that Khalid need not refer to him by such a title - a habit that was, admittedly, difficult for the young mage to break. Dropping his gaze down to the stream of running water, Khalid partly wondered (not for the first time) if this was, perhaps, some strange dream that he’d concocted while still in the tablet.
It was all difficult to believe, for a boy who had been little more than a prisoner or a servant for so long.
When his eyes rose, Khalid found himself regarding the strange item in Geo’s hands curiously, a slow nod given at the instructions. Only when it had been pressed into his hands that the ancient mage understood, a surprised gasp escaping him as the cold, numbing sensation seeped into his palms, the chill spreading up his arms a tad. He was still looking the cold box over when Geo spoke again, at last drawing Khalid’s attention from the strange object.
“I am unaccustomed to doing otherwise, Mas- G-Geo.” A sheepish expression crossed the magician’s face before he continued, “Even if I do not call you such, you are still my Master. If you were to command me, I would have no choice but to obey, whether I wanted to or not. It has been that way since… since I died.”
The mention had him falling silent, eyes shifting towards a nearby chair, more to distract himself than for any other reason. Moving to sit, as he was previously instructed, the boy settled down before turning his attention back to the man who had woken him but a few days prior.
“If I am to be honest, you… are the first to show little interest in commanding me.”
The keurig had, by now, ceased filling the too small cup (and the catch tray, and some of the floor) and sat, happily silent, waiting for further instruction. Gingerly, Geo lifted the mug off of the tray and carried it to the sink, dumping some of the coffee out. He didn’t want to waste it all - but he’d never been a fan of black coffee, and if he was going to drink it, he needed room for cream and sugar.
He chuckled to himself as he pulled the creamer from the fridge, scooping a spoonful of sugar to stir into the mug. He supposed that, being perhaps the only person to accidentally awaken Khalid, he would be the first to not have an interest in commanding him. He hadn’t meant to find him, let alone to wake him up.
“I imagine any of your other ‘masters’ meant to wake you up.” He replied, his spoon clinking against the ceramic sides of the mug as he shook off the last drops of warm brown coffee. It clanged into the sink, as he chuckled to himself, taking a sip. “Besides. I prefer commanding hot little redheads. I don’t think you and I have the same idea of what a master is for.”
He blew on the mug and set it aside to cool as he made himself busy, cleaning the mess Khalid had made. Mercifully, it wasn’t sticky - at least he hadn’t gotten juice all over - and he cleaned it up quick enough, tossing the coffee soaked rag into the laundry chute in the hallway. It thumped soundlessly into the laundry pile below as the drawer clicked shut again.
“This... condition. Getting sealed, having to obey people..” He picked up the mug as he padded back into the kitchen, glancing at Khalid over the rim as he took a sip. “Is that what keeps you alive? Your curse..?”
@xlifelikedreams, continued from here~
To say that he was relieved to find that Geo wasn’t upset with him would have been an understatement. Since his awakening, the younger mage had been nothing but kind to him, a fact which Khalid was still so very unused to. The last person to give any sort of care to him had been Mana, back when he’d been a small boy.
The Egyptian drew in a sharp breath of surprise as Geo dragged him over towards the sink, taking a moment to understand what suddenly had the other man so concerned. The sudden stream of cold water running over his palms had Khalid wincing, a small sound of discomfort escaping him, before it began to soothe the injuries.
“It is alright, Master, you– you do not have to worry about me,” the ancient mage insisted, though he didn’t pull away from the sink; even if his burns would heal soon enough, the water felt good on his palms for the time being, “I heal quite quickly. The burns will likely be gone within the hour.”
Clearing his throat, the obviously embarrassed boy added after a moment, “I am sorry for making such a mess - I will take care of it.”
Geo glanced up from Khalid’s hands, fixing him with a rather pointed stare. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more about the whole situation - the fact that Khalid seemed to think his healing made his injury not matter, or the fact that he was still calling him master. Sighing heavily, he moved away from the water, drying his hands on his pajama pants and moving to the fridge.
“You don’t have to do that. And you don’t have to call me master.” He sighed, offering him a patient smile. He hoped it didn’t betray his perhaps mild annoyance at the title. Khalid seemed... well. He’d been through enough, without him adding to it all by harping at him.
“Don’t worry about it, man. I’m up anyways, and you’re hurt. I’ll take care of it. Here,” he added, pulling an ice pack out of the fridge. “Hold this on your hands until they heal. It’ll help. Just go sit down, alright? I appreciate you trying to help out, but I’m good. Really.”
He passed the ice pack to him, settling it gently in his hands as he turned the tap off. Smiling again - or, more accurately, still - he tucked his hands against his waist and sighed.
“ -- You really take this whole tablet binding thing seriously, huh..?”
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TAG DUMP - Geo ;; part one
Crimson eyes are wide as Khalid stares at Geo from where he's standing in front of the coffee maker in the kitchen, obviously trying to stop the mess that he's managed to create. Dark cheeks flush as he turns his attention back to the machine, uncertain as to how to stop the liquid from pouring out - its long since overfilled the cup, but none of the buttons seem to stop the liquid. So far, all he's gotten for his trouble are some burns on his hands. "I am sorry, I was just- trying to make you-"
For a moment, he simply stared at the red eyed boy, not entirely awake enough to identify the problem. He’d not intended to get up this early -- he meant to sleep in, on one of his rare days off -- but noise from the kitchen had summoned him forth, bleary eyed and messy haired. His stormy eyes dragged slowly from Khalid’s panicked face, to the machine in front of him, and --
“Dude.” He laughed, as he stumbled forth. “It’s alright. The tray beneath the cup will catch it all, and we can just dump it out --” He didn’t notice, immediately, the burns on his hands. He’d been too far away to see them, near the door. As he approached, though, he could see the shiny skin, red and swollen on his palms.
“Shit.” He gasped, dropping the cloth he’d brought to wipe up the spilled coffee. Snatching Khalid by the wrist, he towed him toward the sink, slapping the cold water on and thrusting his hands beneath them. “Are you nuts? You gotta get ice on these.”
