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"You think the you of before would hate me?" Vincent tilted his head, then the other way. "Is there something to hate? Is it my face?" His attempt at levity.

Adrik chuckled and shook his head. He appreciated Vincent's attempts to keep things light, but now was the time to be serious about their

"I cannot ever imagine hating that face," he gave Vincent a lingering kiss and cupped his cheek, "but there is the possibility that I may change- this is the reality. I do not believe I will be that different, but... I do not know what my memories hold."

#see you again #adrik #vinent #anedendarkly

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"You'll come with me?" The nuzzling was appreciated, and reciprocated. Both hands buried in thick salt and pepper hair. He loved this beast. His scent, his strength, his voice, even his calm.

"Do you... " No, of course he did. It was a silly question, but one that only just occurred to him. He knew Adrik would press him for the completed question, so, "You said before... you're worried who you were. Do you not want this?"

"I will come with you," Adrik nodded, an he leaned into those hands he loved so much. It was always a wonder how perfectly Vincent fit into his arms.

"I am worried. I do not know who I will be, or how I will be changed," he pulled back enough so he could look at Vincent, his expression serious. "I do not know who I was, or how that man may influence the things I feel now. What if something were to change between us because I could not reconcile with that man?"

#see you again #vincent #adrik #anedendarkly

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Tolvin just stared, curious of his young, seemingly innocent roommate. To think their paths had not crossed until now.

If only I could get you to talk to my fetters.

"A lot of options for one soul. You'll get even more as time goes. Make room."

But it was back to interviewing, and his smile returned.

"Mm... you're not making room for that yet. You see me, but we're keeping the rest under wraps. Got me?" The less a mortal knew the better.

Waylon sighed dramatically, but didn't press for more information. Yet.

"Fine, but could things be less under wraps a different day?" he gave Tolvin a cheeky grin, "I still have more questions."

#so stay #tolvin #waylon #anedendarkly

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Vincent perked at this new information. Had Adrik told him before, and he'd misplaced this memory? How terribly fitting. The familiar was practically bouncing.

"No! No, no! That's good! A curse takes the memory out! Hexes hide them under lock and key! If it's something human, it can be mended! It's not a curse I can break, but it's something! It's still there, but like a hex! Someone just needs to - " GASP. Those arms were out wide. "Charles! We need to talk to Charles!"

The sudden burst of excitement from Vincent earned a surprised quirk of Adrik's brow. He was touched that Vincent had put so much thought into this, far more than Adrik had done in many, many years, and he could only raise his brow further as Vincent gasped.

It was incredibly cute, and Adrik placed a firm hand on the small of Vincent's back to steady him.

"You have put... much thought into this, little bird," Adrik rumbled affectionately, and he leaned forward to nuzzle into Vincent's neck. Such care and thought, Adrik would always wonder what he'd done to deserve it. "We may go see Charles, if it would please you." He barely knew the man, but if Vincent believed he could help, Adrik was willing to try.

#see you again #adrik #vincent #anedendarkly

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thehangeddemon​:

“In its proper–? Oh, all right.”

Xavier took Theo’s hand with a quizzical look and followed him downstairs. What could he have gotten? Nothing had looked different when they’d been in the drawing room earlier. Nothing he’d noticed, at least, which explained why Theo had insisted on doing their gift exchange in the library.

“They’re closed,” he said obediently. “What are you up to?”

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. For so many years he had treasured the old portrait, and having it become one more source of pain after he’d acquired his new vessel had been more than he could bear. He’d had it taken down before he’d even gathered the courage to leave his rooms.

And now to see a new one, to see his new face staring back at him…it somehow made his change more real than simply seeing himself in the mirror every day.

He gave Theo a shaky nod, tried for a smile that was too hampered by too many emotions to fully bloom.

“I do. Thank you.” That was his face. And that was his family. “It’s…thank you. I love it.”

“You’re welcome, my love.” Theo hummed, gave Xavier’s hand a firm squeeze, and rested his head on the demon’s shoulder as they admired the painting together. “I’m glad you love it, I did commissioned that one painter you like.” 

A gentle kiss was placed on the back of Xavier’s hand, a small means of affection when there was still such distance between them.

“Should we have some tea brought in?” he asked, offering a means for them both to get comfortable. 

#christmas 2021 #xavieratlas

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The Last of Us ~ Sindri/Oberon

Was he fine?  Or was that what he thought Oberon wanted to hear?  The fae didn’t press, but he promised himself he’d do his best to keep a more watchful eye on his new charge.

Oberon’s heart ached at the bitterness he heard in Sindri’s voice.  “It is the only place right now.  However, there are other safe houses that could be properly warded, given time.  We have quite an intricate network all over the world.  My home was chosen because…”  and here he hesitated, choosing his next words carefully.  “Your former Master and I… have a long history.”  The Fae felt his fists clenching and tried to relax.  His anger and pain would do Sindri no good.  “My house has been warded specifically against him and his ilk for many decades now.”  A quick beat as Oberon let out a calming breath.  “However, I do not want you to ever feel trapped here.  We will do all we can to help you feel free again.  No matter how long it takes.”

He grinned with encouragement when the younger man agreed to being teleported (albeit with obvious hesitation.)  “Then allow me to be the first to help you experience it,” Oberon replied, his voice gentle.  “There will be a bit of a tingly feeling as we shift through the æther - rather pleasant, I’ve always thought - a bit like warm sun on cool skin.”  He held both hands out to Sindri, palms up.  “Take my hands and before you can blink, we will be in my forests.”  Then, he added, “Your forests, now, too… for as long as you like.”  Technically, they were the Queen’s forests.  But she had graciously allowed Oberon dominion over them for as long as he wished to carry the responsibility, and nothing made him happier than the notion of allowing Sindri to claim ownership of them, as well.

While the need to guard himself against further soul-crushing disappointment clung desperately to the back of Sindri’s mind, he could feel himself starting to believe Oberon’s words.

The thought of leaving here was overwhelming, the fact that he was here to begin with was plenty to try and grasp on its own, but hearing Oberon had a history with Gwyn made Sindri’s arrival make much more sense. The question, what exactly Gwyn had done, danced on the tip of Sindri’s tongue, but he quickly swallowed it. Were the question asked of him, Sindri would not want to answer. Seeing Oberon’s fists clench only cemented the instinct to remain quiet, and he nodded to acknowledge he understood. He might not believe it entirely, but he heard what had been said.

“Thank you...” he replied quietly instead, and something stirred in his chest when Oberon grinned at him. He couldn’t place the odd feeling, so he chalked up the quickening of his heartbeat to those kind eyes and gentle voice.

[I’m not used to such kindness, so of course I’m drawn to it...] he told himself as Oberon offered his hands.

“My forests?” he asked as he stared intensely at the lines of Oberon’s palms. Another unbelievable statement, but Sindri decided not to think too hard about it. Oberon was going to take him to see trees, and he could focus on that.

Sindri took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took Oberon’s hands in his own. Not a second later, he felt a warm tingling sensation- just as Oberon had described- and his heart leapt to his throat when a stillness settled around them.

The hippogriff’s eyes snapped open, and he was greeted with sights and sounds he hadn't heard in years. Beams of sunlight streaked through the whispering canopy overhead, birds chirped in the distance, and as soft breeze swirled around them, Sindri turned so only one hand still remained in Oberon’s. He stood in awe of the surrounding lush, green forest, and a sudden swell of emotion caught in his throat. He had no more doubts, this was real.

Sindri’s eyes fluttered closed to hide the tears threatening to fall. He inhaled, and a familiar buzz hummed beneath his skin as fresh air filled his lungs. Something wild stirred, waking slowly with each deep, deliberate breath. For the first time in a very, very long time- a genuine smile eased over Sindri’s lips. He suddenly felt reconnected to life, returned to energies of the earth and sky too ancient and feral to describe. He was a child born of both, and he had returned to himself.

He was finally home.

When Sindri finally released Oberon’s hand and extended his arms out beside him, a short burst of air sliced two vertical slits in the back of his shirt, and large, gray wings unfolded effortlessly from them.  It took only two mighty beats of his wings to remember how to use them. It was as natural as breathing.

When Sindri's golden eyes opened again, their once dulled hue now sparkled with something wild, an excitement he could no longer contain. Without a word he took off running. His wings tucked towards his body, enveloping him in feathers and swirling gusts of wind. When they spread back to their full length, he no longer ran on two legs. In full Hippogriff form, Sindri galloped through the grass, claws and hooves pounding against the earth in time with the steady beat of his wings. With one final push, Sindri’s feet finally left the ground, and his wings propelled up up towards the canopy. He made no attempt to stop or slow, he was too eager to reach the open air to care about a few scrapes and bruises from branches along the way.

When he broke the last layer of the canopy, the first thing Sindri noticed was the sun. Warmth accompanied the familiar prickle of wind against his fur, and his heart lurched at how desperately he'd missed something so simple. The sight of endless trees swaying in the distance beneath a clear, gorgeous sky, brought tears to Sindri’s eyes. He’d spent so many years trying to survive that he'd forgotten what it felt like to truly be alive.

Long, gray speckled wings spread to their full length, catching himself before he could start to freefall, and Sindri let out an elated cry that echoed through the forest.

He had no idea how long he spent flying, and he had no mind to care. He kept close to Oberon, he didn’t want to get lost in this unfamiliar forest, but he didn’t care what kind of impression his his behavior gave the fae king. He dipped in and out of the canopy, and soared above so only a shadow beguiled his presence. He swerved, dipped, looped, and caught himself again and again in a free fall until the tears in his eyes finally dried, and he was left with nothing but pure joy coursing through his veins.

It was why he thought very little about his return, once his wings had finally grown tired. With another cry Sindri finally descended, but the speed of his approach was a little too fast. It’ had been a long, long time since he’d flown, let alone land. 

His feet hit the ground, shifting back to two legs in his human form, but his attempts to stop were overpowered by his momentum. Sindri tumbled into Oberon, giggling and laughing as they fell over one another. Once the dust finally settled, Sindri found himself tucked against Oberon’s chest, shielded from most of the fall by Oberon's well placed arm and his own wing. As Oberon had attempted to shield him, Sindri had instinctively done the same to him.

Breathless, cheeks flushed, and still laughing, Sindri pushed himself up so he could lean over Oberon. Half draped over the other with legs tangled together, Sindri thought little of their position. He was swept up in the moment, elated in a way he could barely process, and surprised by the lack of ill-intent in Oberon’s touch. Carefully, Sindri freed his wings and stretched them behind him, wreathing the hippogriff in feathers and sunlight.

“Thank you!” Sindri laughed, and a few happy tears lined his golden eyes. “T-thank you- I can’t- I can’t...” he was at a loss for words, so he shook his head instead leaned down to bury his face into Oberon's chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around Oberon's neck, and a sudden well of emotion rose up, turning the rush of flight, of relief, into something else entirely.

He was free, he truly believed that now, but his mind and body were not so quick to forget all he had endured. Before Sindri realized, his joy turned bittersweet, and his laughter quickly faded as sadness overwhelmed him. All he had lost, all of the pain and abuse he had to face and process, came crashing down, and he clung to Oberon as a sob wracked his shoulders.

“S-sorry-” Sindri whispered as he started to cry, and a pang of guilt tightened in his chest. He'd ruined the first truly beautiful moment he'd had since his capture, and he hated the realization that this alone wasn't enough to heal all of the wounds he'd been dealt. Instead of pulling away, as he'd done when Oberon had caught him earlier, he clung tighter and prayed the king would not ask him to let go. Not yet.

The touch of someone who didn't wish to harm him was so unfamiliar that Sindri feared he would never feel it again. His heart and his body waged war, and conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. He let himself cry, embraced the emotions he hated and what they meant for his future, and finally considered the idea that he could hope for a different life. A future he chose.

Even then, a part of him was skeptical, only this time Sindri resisted the easy pull of that voice. He knew the journey ahead would be rough, but now... now he was actually free, and that meant more than anything that voice could ever say ever again.

After some time the tears slowed and Sindri relaxed. He despised it, but he felt himself withdrawing back into his previous state- where his body disliked the touch he'd so desperately craved. He pulled back and wiped at his eyes, red and swollen from his tears.

“I... I apologize...” he said quietly, his gaze turned downward with embarrassment.

#the last of us #kingofhollowearth #oberon #sindri

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There would be no predictable shoes from Lucien this year. Not for Cameron. Instead, there was an Airman 1st Class sitting in his lap, asking him to hold his hand out. A key and turquoise key chain were placed in his palm.

"So ya don't gotta knock. Ya know, if ya want."

Cam blinked down at the key in his hand, and looked up at Lucien with wide eyes.

"Wait- really?" he asked and beamed up at Lucien. Already knowing the answer, he pulled Lucien into a firm kiss and pocketed the key. Of course he wanted it.

He was grinning when they finally parted, and he sheepishly reached into his other pocket.

"I know it doesn't mean the same, it's not a permanent home per say, but I was actually going to give you this," he held up a key of his own. "It's for my place in New York, if you, or we- ever want to use it. It can be a vacation spot, or if we want to stay in New York while I'm working at the school or something. There's plenty of room for all of us."

#christmas 2021 #camrien #cam #lucien #anedendarkly

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Thavier Christmas Presents 2021

Theo took the gift with a gentle smile, and he almost felt guilty for tearing paper so beautifully wrapped. The meticulous presentation did not stop him, and once opened, Theo was a surprised to find a book, The Steadfast Tin Soldier. Xavier's gifts were usually very grandiose and dramatic, and if a book was given it was supernatural, or an ancient tome or scroll. 

His office was evidence of Xavier’s many smaller gifts over the years, usually random presents Xavier picked up while working, turning Theo’s office into something of small library teaming with books from floor to ceiling. Theo was more than happy to add a new one to his collection, but he knew this wasn’t an ordinary book. This one held a personal note and a message, and it would find a a permanent resting place in Theo’s desk, rather than joining the others on his office shelves.

"Thank you, baby. I'm excited to read this.” 

Theo then tucked his book under his arm and offered Xavier his hand. 

“Now it’s my turn, come with me- your gift should be in its proper place by now!” 

With a gentle tug and a reassuring squeeze of Xavier’s hand, Theo led Xavier down to the drawing room. 

“Close your eyes,” one final command before Theo pulled Xavier inside. 

Hung on the wall was a large, beautifully painted family portrait of Xavier, Theo, and Devlin. I was a perfect replacement for the portrait that had been there prior, only this image had Xavier’s new appearance and Devlin’s current age.  

Around the painting was an ornate, dark wood frame with intricate carvings embellished in slivers of gold and small, inlayed rubies. These details were subtle, easier viewed at a closer distance and meant to resonate with similar colors worked into the piece without distracting from it. 

“Merry Christmas, Xavier. I hope you like it. You can open your eyes.” 

@xavieratlas

#Christmas 2021 #Thavier #theo #xavier #xavieratlas

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Vincent bit his lip as he considered what he intended to say. The truth couldn't hurt. Not with Adrik.

"I've been learning... spells. Memory spells. Hexes and curses. Blessings. I don't know if what happened to you is any of that, or something human."

Adrik fell silent, leaving a poignant silence between them as he processed the others' words. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more contemplative as he processed what Vincent said he'd been doing in secret.

"I was injured," he answered softly and gave Vincent's shoulder a squeeze. "My earliest memory is waking in a pool of my own blood. I believe it was human, a bullet. I regenerated, but the damage was done." He gave Vincent a gentle smile. "I do appreciate your efforts, but I do not know if magic can fix what has been... broken."

#adrik #vincent #see you now #andedendarkly

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Things I wish the Tumblr RP comm would get back to or be comfortable with again because I'm rp old and I've seen how much has changed and man the rp comm is not as fun as it used to be.

Crossovers. Just crossovers where we ignore canon cast and it's okay again to have two different muses from vastly different series interact. Like seriously why do I never see crossovers anymore what happened they were genuinely fun.

Reblogging general aesthetics / musing / music about our muses without 'clogging other people's dashes'. I don't know when it became a general dislike when someone reblogged stuff related to their muse, but for whatever reason it's distasteful now and I don't get why.

When we all were stans for familial / platonic relationships and how deep those went.

Promos being reblogged instead of just liked. Liking doesn't do a thing on tumblr no matter how much they try to make it work. Reblogging gets peoples muses seen.

Interacting with people's ooc posts to show interest or support toward other people's muses.

That small window of time when people were happy to give female muses and ocs a chance.

Also that small window in time when multi-muses weren't as harshly criticized but now we're back to that.

Generally just being far more open and nurturing creativity without worrying.

#ooc #i really miss crossovers and the weird shit #that was fun and chaotic and i met some cool people and characters that way #i miss crazy anons

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Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

#prompt #prompt meme #for later

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Vincent needn't be a mind reader to understand Adrik's frustration. It was Adrik that spurred his intent to master every memory spell he accumulated. Only a matter of time before he presented his findings.

"You're really happy? Just as you are? You don't want your memories back?" It seemed that answer changed depending on the mood, but perhaps that was him interpreting too much in his tone of voice.

"You are full of many questions today," Adrik chuckled and paused as he mulled over Vincent's questions.

"There is a part of me that wishes to have those memories return. I wish to know what I have lost, or the family I might have. I am still happy, regardless, but yes. I do wish I could find a way to remember." He shrugged. "But my mind was damaged. I do not know if there is anything to return."

#adrik #vincent #anedendarkly #see you now

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What's something Lucien does that you appreciate?

“He’s not afraid to share what he thinks with me. I can ask him for his honest opinion, and I know he’ll give it to me. I also really like when he brings home my favorite snacks after I’ve had a shit day.” 

#camheadcanons #cam headcanons #lucienrhyspendergast #Lucien

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Which muses do you think you would not get along with IRL?

Honestly, I think Rudi would be the only one I would not get along with. He's arrogant and very vain, and I really don't enjoy being around those types of people.

I thought I might not get along with Tobias because he is a Catholic priest, but I write him in a way that I think we would actually get along.

Andel is pretty extra, so I also thought that might get old fast as well, but he's also good at matching a person's energies so I think we'd get along too.

I think everyone else, for the most part I think would be fine. So really, mostly just Rudi. lol

#oocask #ooc musings #ooc ask #ooc

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Reblog this if it is totally okay to come into your DM's at 3am and talk about our muses in cap locks! ♡

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ben stone + 1.08

#rosmond

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"You muttered a name in your sleep last night. Didn't catch it. Mmmm something." He settled in Adrik's lap.

Adrik pulled Vincent closer, back against his chest as his arms wrap around the smaller man. He was quiet for a while as he considered who Mmmm might be, and in the back of his mind he knew... something. He knew someone- someone important- with that letter in their name, but the more he thought about it, the more frustrated be became.

"I do not know..." he answered as he closed his eyes and leaned further back in the chair. He chose to focus on the weight of Vincent against him, something to distract him from the rising irritation.

"But I would hope they would be happy to see me happy. I enjoy my life and my work, I cannot imaging doing anything else, with anyone else." He smiled at Vincent and leaned up to place a kiss against his forehead.

#vincent #adrik #anedendarkly #see you now