RhoslynRazora

Hihi! Welcome to my blog! ^.^ *wags tail excitedly* It's very nice to meet you, and I hope we can be the bestest of friends!

I'm a 35-year-old female with Anxiety, Depression, ADHD, and Autism. I'm Asexual, Polyamorous, a Furry, and a Wolfkin. I'm socially inept and sometimes not really bright, but I don't bite. Much. :P I can be kind of weird (as noted by the first thing in this intro XD), have trouble putting my thoughts into words often, get easily upset at the stupidest things, and I'm working on not being so involved in/interested in drama.

I'm a non-extremist Self-Shipper. Meaning Yoko Kurama, Astarion, Kuja, Genesis, Sephiroth, Zidane, etc. They don't belong to me and me alone. I'm not going to fight you over a fictional relationship. Though I believe in True Love Knows No Bounds, I draw the line at loli or MAP ships. But again. I won't attack, demean, or degrade you for liking such ships. Especially since I ship Zidane x Kuja.

DNI if you're a MAP, Racist, Sexist, or a Transphobe. I don't care if you support Elon, JKR, Trump, etc. Well, I do. It would upset me knowing you supported them and were against everything I stand for. But I'm not out here to change your mind. I know that's impossible in most cases. So long as we can respectfully disagree with no hatred, that's good enough for me. I was taught to treat everyone with kindness, whether they deserve it or not. Because I never know what they're going through, or how much that simple act of respect means to them in that moment.

I spend most of my time writing or gaming. I'm SakuraWolf23 on Twitch and YouTube, and I'm trying to get more involved in streaming as a side gig. My most common games to play are Diablo 3, Diablo 4, and Baldur's Gate 3. But I also play Final Fantasy, Hoyoverse, Spyro, .Hack//, and others.

I'm an aspiring writer! I mostly write fanfics and roleplay on Facebook, but I have several publishable projects in the works. If you'd like to read some of my works, I am RhoslynRazora on Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad. Be aware that my AO3 has lewd/erotic pieces. Pretty sure anything triggering or MA has a CW/TW, though. If I missed one, feel free to let me know.

Yes, I do write things like rape, bestiality, and incest, but it does not mean I support them. I will write a majority of kinks or taboo things, but I will not write loli or anything pedo. However, I am going to admit I like feral art/writing, and am a Pokémon smasher, as you will discover in some of my writings. I am no longer going to hide that about me, even if it costs me friendships.

Secondary hobbies include crocheting, drawing, gaming/streaming, reading, and being an SW Content Creator on OF/Fansly. (Wildfyre Wolfcat). I have a new SFW Facebook page called Haelyn Wolfcat.

You can support my endeavors in any of them by donating to

Archive of our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34400011/chapters/237595786

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14259853/13/Guardians-of-Sanctuary

Another little excerpt from this chapter of my Diablo 3 fanfiction, Guardians of Sanctuary.

“If she is our target, do you want to kill her first? Or the hundred enemies?”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter to me.”

“Are you sure? We are in the High Heavens. If the Angels could lose control over this place, then any Demon here is bound to be of great strength. It might be best to take out smaller enemies in the general area of the bigger ones to be on the safe side.”

Wildfyre scoffed. “The Angels were too arrogant to ever entertain the possibility that the Heavens could be taken over by the Hells. For the most part, it was only the Death Maidens who knew how to fight. Tyrael, Urzael, Auriel, Izual, Itherael, Imperius, Inarius, Malthael, and Seraziel. Out of the entire Heavenly Host, those are the strongest Angels, ranging from Tyrael at the weakest to Seraziel as the strongest.”

“But they were destroyed from within. Urzael, Izual, Malthael, and Seraziel all fell to their own desires.”

“Just another surety of their arrogance. Humanity is a combination of good and evil. Demons know their own can “fall” to the light, and they cull such weakness. Whereas the Angels thought they were better than Humanity. Better than Demons. Even each other. They all assumed that they were the single outlier. That everyAngel else was a good soldier. Or they noticed but chose not to act because doing so would reveal their own intentions. Malthael taking control of Seraziel and her Death Maidens meant that Heaven turned on itself. Despite being a Khatun, Sky Terror is likely nothing more than a mere foot soldier.”

“Careful there, wolfcat. Your Angelic arrogance is showing.” Oh, the glare she turned on him then felt like a knife wound to his heart. “Don’t look at me like that. You can’t just give me a whole speech about how the High Heavens overestimated the sanctity of their own and then underestimate ‘mere foot soldiers’ of the Hells. Though you might be one of the Nephalem who can access their full powers, at present, you are still weaker than both sides of your lineage. Do not let your pride endanger you. Endanger me.”

Damn. 1,234 words (unintentional pausing point) written over the last two hours for this chapter of Guardians of Sanctuary. I wound up writing this chapter from Lyndon's point of view, and my Muse really seemed to like the concept. Here are a few paragraphs. Also. Let me know if you want me to expand... >.> Note. Mild sexual activity at the end.

When she nodded, he lowered his bow and did a somersault off the top of the broken pillar to land behind her. As he passed over her, he heard her delighted gasp, followed by her squeal as he landed. He turned around, only to gasp in shock himself as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. “What was that for?” Lyndon asked when she pulled back.

“You just make me so happy, is all.” As he stared at her, he pondered how special (in the bad way) she was. Which, strangely enough, made her special to him in the good way. The fact that she was not like normal women was one of the reasons he loved her.

Her mother had been of higher station than both she and her father. Not high enough to warrant being called nobility, but high enough that they didn’t have to live in squalor as he had. But that hadn’t given her an air of arrogance or superiority. Then again, that could be partially because she never knew that life, for her mother had abandoned them…Actually, to be honest, he didn’t know when Kefka had left. Only that she had gone early in Wildfyre’s childhood.

It had only been three months after that that Wildfyre’s father had changed his Class from Paladin to Wizard, even going so far as to transition from Lord James to Lady Xavier, to protect him and Wildfyre from Baal’s minions. As such, most of what Wildfyre knew was life on their farm. She…Didn’t quite hate it, as it was more than what many people had. But at the same time, she wanted better. Not for herself, but for her father and her animals. Despite growing up in poverty, she didn’t see herself as inferior or unworthy. Well, she did see herself as unworthy, but it wasn’t because of where she’d come from.

She treated everyone, no matter their station, with respect and courtesy. Even when they proved themselves to be undeserving, because that was just the type of person she was. Everyone was her friend, even when they shouldn’t be, because she couldn’t stomach the idea of hurting someone, intentionally or not. This was why he and Eirena tended to speak to Covetous or Miriam for her, so she wouldn’t have to be placed in the situation where she could say something she meant, but didn’t mean to say. Which was also why everyone had been so surprised when she stood her ground to Kormac.

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at her until she spoke his name, and, with a start, he blinked. There was concern in her eyes, which grew into worry at his silence. Eventually, she spoke the question he knew she was going to ask. If she had done something wrong. And still, he couldn’t respond. Not even to shake his head. Instead, he crossed the distance between them and kissed her deeply and passionately.

The tension in her body vanished immediately, and she became pliant in his arms. He backed her into a whole pillar within the Waypoint’s boundaries, where he began to touch her desperately, feeling himself ache at every moan she made. Not long after he’d backed her against the pillar, though, she pulled away. “Aren’t we supposed to be waiting—”

“To hell with waiting,” Lyndon spoke before he returned to kissing her.

Five minutes later, he watched her as she let out a final whimper, and then went still on him, panting heavily. He then bit down gently on her neck as his own release finished. After one last thrust and moan of his own, he withdrew from her and used the bottom of his shirt to clean himself off. As he did so, Wildfyre was pulling her underwear back up, and questioned why he’d done that, adding that she hadn’t minded.

Another 808 words written, and another short excerpt to share.

They all chose a spot on their own to sit down and relax. Except for Haelyn, for she followed Astarion, curious about something. He was off near the last person killed, staring at the body, but he glanced up at her as she approached, wary. She shuffled her feet, making it clear she was about to ask something strange or uncomfortable. “I…Don’t know why I feel you would know this, but…Hypothetically speaking…Can a vampire spawn drink the blood of the recently deceased?”

His eyes flashed with varying emotions, too quickly for her to determine what he felt at her question, but he did answer. “From what I have read, spawn cannot feed without their Master’s permission. So, the answer would be both yes and no.” Haelyn picked up on some disappointment at the last two words.

She was silent for a long while before she asked another question. “Should something happen to the spawn, that made them immune to the normal hindrances of a vampire, essentially freeing them from their Master’s control, would they be able to then?” Oh, yes, she could tell that he was certain she knew now. When he didn’t answer, she continued. “Most vampire spawn were created without their permission. Why should I see them as a monster when they are a victim?”

Got 1,051 words written in about an hour. Muse was cooperating very nicely with me. Sharing an excerpt.

Lae’zel had tried to awaken her at dawn, which she didn’t know about until she somehow sensed Astarion beside her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into his as he knelt beside her. False happiness crossed his eyes and lips as he commented about how glad he was to see her among the living because she slept like the dead. She froze at his proximity, unable to respond to his innocent words, and a light blush filled her cheeks. That made him blink, which she interpreted as confusion.

Quickly, she scrambled for something to say in response, but only wound up telling him how nice he smelled, which definitely took him aback. He quickly recovered, but the way he acted as he spoke gave off an aura of wariness. “Thank you. It’s a perfume blend I made myself. Rosemary, Bergamot, and brandy.”

As she sat up, he leaned back some to give her space. Astarion tensed as she suddenly leaned forward and took a deep breath of the perfume. Yes, there it was. The scent of his undeadness. She drew back and returned her gaze to his eyes. “It’s lovely and is perfect for you. Maybe one day, you can teach me how to make it.”

Astarion wasn’t able to reply to that, nor was she able to catch his reaction, as Lae’zel had shouted out to them. “If you two are done making eyes at each other,” Haelyn averted her gaze, hoping to hide her deep blush from him, but she knew there was no way she would be able to hide her pounding heart. “Perhaps we can head out now to check out those nearby Ancient Ruins.”

She gasped at that and glanced at Lae’zel. Before she could ask the obvious question, Astarion answered, but she avoided looking at him. His voice had become distant, so she knew he’d stood up. “Ancient magicks are always worth checking out. I thought perhaps we could find something to help us.” The soft undertone in his voice at the last bit told her the truth of his intentions. Did he not like being a vampire spawn? It wasn’t as if she could ask him. Her thoughts were cut short as a beautifully manicured hand appeared before her face.