#DCVIUM: Indie rp blog ft. The Dark Urge. Primarily Baldur's Gate 3 & Dragon Age based. Verses for Hunger Games, Harry Potter (anti-JKR), and more. Mun can be very slow due to chronic conditions.
`RULE ONE.` No godmodding, no hate. Both simple things. Homophobia, racism, transphobia, racial or cultural intolerance, and any other hatred is not tolerated. I, also, do not participate in call out culture. I will not rp with: Incest, non-con of any type, p*dophilia, mpreg. If you have 'purity culture' comments on your blog, I'm not interested.
`RULE TWO.` I am HEAVILY anti-JKR, Greg Ellis, Sapkowski, and Smeyers. However, that does not mean you won't find content related. I am autistic and these things often cross over into my special interests. **HP content will ALL be tagged as 'hp tw'. Please note that I DO NOT give JKR money.** I don't want anyone uncomfortable, so feel free not to follow. This is a hobby, after all!
`RULE THREE.` This blog is mutuals only and semi-private. I will check every blog that follows me, but I will only follow if I think we can vibe and I can see writing with you. I am also multiverse / multiship. OCs are great! Just please have a bio and rules page! I never do exclusives and mains just means I've developed a lot with the person. Feel free to hard block if you don’t want me following you. If you soft block, I might just get confused!
`RULE FOUR.` I do not have to answer every meme I get. I tend to stick between 1-3 paragraphs, but I try to match length. I have some mental struggles, though, so sometimes threads over 3 paras can pose problems for me. My main thing about length is quality over quantity. Give me something I can respond to. I use small font and can do icons or not.
`RULE FIVE.` Chemistry above all else! That is the most important. I LOVE ships, though. Love 'em. Unrequited love may feature on this blog! Never mistake that for force-shipping, absolutely turn my muses down if you want. This blog is NOT pro-shipper friendly. Toxic relationships may be plotted.
`RULE SIX.` I have no triggers besides spiders. I am very arachnophobic. As in, even the word causes a physical reaction. Please tag pictures of them or webs. This blog will feature triggering topics (tagged) . *Ex: blood, gore, cannibalism, horror.*
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having multiple threads with your partners is SO validating and rewarding like oh you liked writing with me enough to want to explore other dynamics with me ? oh you trust me with more of your muses ?? oh you wanna expand on our little literary universe ??? i love you tiny people inside my screen
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#TIMTHRIALL: A dual OC blog ft. verses in modern day, Old Gods of Appalachia, Hunger Games, Witcher 3, Baldur's Gate 3, Red Dead Redemption, & more. Sideblog to @dcvium, follows back from there. Dark themes present.
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" IN a thousand years, when I've all but forgotten how to love yet again, you'll flit back into my heart -- and I'll weep wondering what happened to my mad love. "
Stella-Sanguis
Indie, Selective Astarion Ancunín
Penned by Rena -- follows back from @renas-rp-hub
Their fingers knit together and suddenly Harry is able to breathe a little easier; it never fails to surprise him how much his own happiness can sometimes be tied up in other people. Her chin on his shoulder made him smile, and he leaned in to kiss her temple with no hesitation.
"I like simple." Harry agreed with a warm smile and pretended to think for a moment. "Well, I figured you'd probably planned something so I thought I might... do whatever you had planned. I mean, if you want uh... to get away from everything for a day."
There was a happy little hum as she felt the kiss, eyes pressing shut for a moment like a contented cat. She'd only let go when they reached the kitchen and, even then, not by much as her fingers still grazed Harry's arm.
"Oh, I don't make plans preemptively. Very 'live in the moment', you know." It was somewhat a joke. Somewhat. "But we could do some more mundane things like visit the zoo, go to Diagon Alley, even apparate somewhere further away from the city." Diagon Alley risked Harry being recognized, so she wasn't certain if he'd want something like that.
Nimue halted, her head cocking to the side quizzically. "I didn't... realize that I was. I think I just got angry and I started doing things harder, you know?" Was... was that what being competitive was? Maybe. It was a part of it, certainly. "I prefer being competitive with stupid things, though. Like games that don't matter in the end. But... I'm not normally competitive." Just prone to losing herself a little.
Thanks to their battle with Myrkul, Gar had lost his right eye in a serious attack, leaving him incapacitated for about half the battle. But when things seemed rough, he overused his magic, tapping into his patron's promised power, and helped finish the job quickly before falling unconscious. By the time he woke up again, he and the rest of the party were back at camp for some rest and a mini celebration. Gar left his tent with a pounding headache and agony and went off somewhere into the woods, far away from the noise and high energy.
'You would be annihilated if I were not present.'
Gar sighed heavily as his patron spoke to him in his mind. "Spare me. I haven't the patience nor the energy to deal with you," he mumbled under his breath. However, he didn't realize he wasn't alone.
A damp cloth had been pressed to Gar's forehead, Nimue dabbing softly. It was better for her to care for him than to focus on her own discoveries. It was like her torso had been cut open anew, her ribs splintered and cracked, blood seeping heart pounding rip it out rip it--- His words tore her from her rapidly devolving thoughts.
A blink, then another. The cloth had been raised, her hand hovering uncertainly. Had he said that to her? Had she done something? Was it because of what they'd found in the hive? Nimue's lips pressed into a thin line, brow furrowed in worry. Did he see her as a monster, knowing what hadn't killed her?
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Elizabeth glanced over at Nimue, blue eyes reflecting in the sun as they walked back from Beasts class across the school grounds. “Why do you say that, Nimue?” she asks, northern english accent light but inquisitive.
She lifted her brown leather bag higher onto her shoulder, heavy with books on ancient magic, the odd one on dark magic. “is that something you’re proud of?” she asks, almost thinking this was some sort of joke remark.
she comes to a stop, by the doors into the school, turning to fully face her, giving her her undivided attention.
A sort of rumble formed within Nimue's throat, like a thoughtful hum yet with a hint of something more bestial to it. She'd been more than happy to aid Lizzie in getting adjusted, when Dumbledore had asked. Even if the year was... odd, given the involvement of the Tournament. Better her than most of the current Slytherins, right? Shame they couldn't be in the same house, but that meant Nimue could spend her time in private trying to aid her house's reluctant champion.
When they paused, her gaze flicked to the girl, seeing a lightness in her gaze. Right, she didn't know... Merlin, how did one explain this? "My father's in Azkaban." Blunt, sure, why not. That probably could be explained more. "Err, he... Well, he's a convicted Death Eater. I don't know if anyone's told you about them, about the Dark Lord." There was a scrunch of her nose. "In short, though, yes. I am proud of it. He would have a heart attack, I think, knowing his daughter is not only a Gryffindor, but friends with muggleborns and rolls around in the mud with crups." Beast class never failed to remind her how much more she liked animals than people.
How could it be? Two girls, both the same age, both developing this strange magic? Sure, coincidences were a thing, but this was a little too much. Brown eyes narrowed at Elizabeth for a moment, wheels turning. They couldn't be related, could they? Were they? Certainly not on the side of Nimue's mother, Lizzie shared none of Nimue's slightly more vampiric traits, but perhaps on her father's side?
"Maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe it's like the universe is preparing for something." That made sense, right? Ranrok was wielding some darkened form of the same magic, then Rookwood and Harlow were roaming about. Maybe this-- them-- it was to combat that. Balancing the scales. "It's not bad, I don't think?"
