⤖ Currently roleplaying: Main Story/Dr Zayne, Dawnbreaker, The Foreseer, Master of Fate, God of Annihilation.
— Canon-compliant and not spoiler free
— Low-ish activity
— Taken anons: 🌺, 🫐, 🗡️, 🎀, 🏮, ✨, 💫, 🐸, 🐰, 🏞️
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Must be +18 to follow and/or interact (SFW and NSFW)
I am not a trained medical professional
Interactions with each character, MC or otherwise, will be confined to their own universe
Accepting any and all self-inserts, OCs, MCs, etc
I am a human being, be patient if it takes me some time to answer asks
Writing takes a lot of energy from me, and sometimes I will choose to answer shorter asks instead of longer ones, but I promise that doesn't mean I'm ignoring you or have forgotten about you
If your vibes make me uncomfortable, I will block you even if you follow these rules
Do not use my posts to train AI, or repost them anywhere
Yes, I'm the same person who owned the previous blog by the same url. More info on it here
Hey… I might be too busy for proper rp but… If y’all wanna follow Zayne in what would be his social media, and make a profile for your characters while you’re at it…
Join the multiverse now
Here’s my invite code if y’all wanna use it while you’re at it: star-iNe0xoO8wT
A voice message appears in his inbox with no prior call. It's from a hidden number.
"Zayne, are you awake? ...Are you okay?"
There's gunshots and tires screeching in the background. Wind muffles the speaker.
"It's me. I had a nightmare. Felt like I needed to talk to you. Or at least, just hear your voice. I'm worri--d --bout yo---"
The signal starts to break, fragmenting her words, before cutting off the message altogether with a brief sound of metal scraping against metal.
-@queenofonychinus
Whatever semblance of sleepiness Zayne had in his body, it left as soon as he heard the background noise of the audio. The pounding in his chest only worsened when the message ended abruptly, making him stand up- to do what? He didn't know where she was.
He located her actual contact in his phone – why had she used a hidden number? – and texted her a quick 'I'm awake. Tell me where you are, and if you're okay.'
A million worries went through his mind: she might not have her phone, she might not be able to get back to me but still need help, what if I call her and the noise alerts whoever was shooting, should I go to her apartment for hints about her whereabouts, should I call her friends...
He paced back and forth while deciding his next move. He couldn't just stay at home. Such a dangerous environment; could she be in the N109?
"Please be okay. Please. Just text me, send me another audio, call me- anything, please," he whispered to his phone as he got dressed to head outside.
*a visitor has braved blizzards and snowstorms to enter the formidable and unwelcoming Tower of Thorns. The envoy seeks only one answer and fervently hope it is favourable and thus dares to disturb the Foreseer...*
"Dr. Zayne, do you think you can cover this weekend's shift per your former schedule? Yes we know you resigned but Akso's cardiac department is in shambles and the surgeon meant to replace you is mediocre."
-🌺
"Who dares–" Zayne blinks, falling silent.
He breaths in deeply.
Sigh.
"I cannot be doing part time work as a doctor while I do full time work as Astra's Emissary. You understand that, correct? Perhaps if you spent more time training new recruits properly, you would not have this problem."
He waves his hand away, icy thorns impeding the visitor's path towards him.
Meow! (The cat stares at the man in white coat, curious about all the things he’s got on his desk. It carefully jumps on it and nuzzles his hand. It lets a big yawn and closes its big eyes. The cat trusts the doctor and likes his calm demeanor)
[sorry for kinda breaking canon, mun. I just wanted Zaynie to have this moment. Feel free to delete it]
-🐱💤
He's surprised by the sudden visit, keeping his movements slow as to not scare the cat. Carefully, he lifts a hand to let it sniff it and, seeing it's letting him pet it, he smiles and begins scratching the cat behind the ears.
"I don't know if my desk is the best place for a cat nap, and I only have treats for squirrels... But you can rest on my lap while I work if you want."
He scoops up the cat and sets it down on his lap, his hands gentle as he pets it. The smile on his face remains for as long as the cat purrs.
"If you're going to visit frequently, I'll have to think a name for you. How about... Estalozam?"
Jsjskskksks this is purely because I'm mad I can't rank him up this year (need to save but he's tempting me😔)
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*edges you with a vibrating cockring that will not be turned off until the exact moment I can rank your myth up in this lifetime. So minimum a year🙃*
-🌺
He squirms and shifts in place, head jerking this way and that in an attempt to make sense of what he wants to say. The tip of his cock, red and swollen, leaks with anticipation for something that won't happen.
"Hah- Mm... You- P-please, Idon'tthinkIcan- Mmgh! Hhhaaa... I promise, I promise I'll comehomesoonernexttime- Gh! J-just, please-"
Fingers flexing at his sides, he looks at you with wide eyes, pupils blown, begging for release. His eyebrows scrunch for the nth time as his hips buck forward helplessly.
He's either about to cry – or about to use his Evol to freeze the damn contraption useless.
OHHH ZAYNIE KINSSSSS !!! don't ask me why I'm bringing this up 👀
but I want to let you know that if you ever decide to grow your hair longer 👀 you won't have to worry about it getting in your way 👀because I will gladly donate my time to styling your hair before you go to work every day
Now... would you prefer snowman hair clips or penguin ones?
Are you sure you wouldn't mind? Then, I'd be happy to let you take care of it, as long as it doesn't become a burden for you. Having your hands in my hair first thing in the morning would put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.
Since you're letting me choose... I trust your judgement. Use whichever you like best on me.
MC wanted to invite you over for dinner, it’d mean a lot if you’d clear a bit of your schedule for it and come over,
I may be busy, but I will always make time to see old friends.
I'll be there. It'll be nice to catch up after so long, and I know better than to refuse you two. I remember those times you'd drag me out to play while I was studying.