#reblogging this again because HEYYYYYYYY.

[fvaleraye]

heyyyyyyyy so we've managed to fall behind on saving money due to a variety of reasons. so, unsurprisingly... we are once again asking for your financial assistance. this never got us anywhere! however there are literally no other options, so :)

anyway, we'd like to try and get at least $300 over the next 2 months(as of posting this) or so. if that's possible or feasible. because not only would this make up for the money we lost, it would also put us a bit ahead of the curve, assuming nothing else happens. all our various links are in the pinned post, and our comm sheet is in the blog description. you can just donate to us or pay us money in exchange for art. if you can't do any of those things, reblogs are appreciated *lays on the floor*

[guzmagang]

Dried Mushroom: Do Not Drink

heyyyyyyyy this started as me being being in @r0-boat ‘s ask box and I wrote it. Planning on doing a part two. This is also posted on my AO3, nasabasa

I’ll come back and fix formatting when I’m on my laptop

Content-Trigger warnings: drugging, kidnapping, manipulation/gaslighting, volo is not a nice man

reblogs greatly appreciated | kofi tips greatly appreciated

"Ah- there's my favorite customer!"

I jump, turning without a thought to face the voice--

"Hello, Volo," I sigh, my blood rushing in my ears starting to soften as the prospect of something dangerous around me leaves my thoughts.

"Out late tonight, are we?"

Volo smiles down at me, his look always a bit bewildered, the dim but illuminated night only reflecting a psychotic grey.

"I meant to head back to a camp earlier but time got away from me," I politely laugh, crossing my arms over myself; the chill of the night making itself known as my hair raises on my skin.

"Ah, that's understandable," Volo relaxes a little, his gaze a bit less intense, "I have set up my own camp for tonight, would you like to accompany me?"

He looks deranged right now but it's better than an alpha tearing us apart.

"Sure," I smile, his hand outstretched to take my own- taking his and immediately being led along.

"I'm afraid the path is a bit muddy, do tell me if you start to get dirtied up."

I hum in response, his hand notably warm as I subconsciously squeeze it, the night chilly and calm. The mud is very real, sticking to my shoes in an uncomfortable weight; the coolness of night just enough to make the mud a bit more unbearable, the chill seeping through to my feet.

"This mud is horrible," I quietly grumble, trudging my feet along, following his steps in an attempt to not sink too far into the mud.

"I have no idea what has made it so unbearable around here," Volo comments, stopping ahead of me, "How bad are your shoes?"

"They're... not great."

"Here."

Volo pulls me closer to him, the mud getting deeper than before- picking me up and holding me against his chest.

"Like a bride."

That is the creepiest thing you could have said in this situation.

I shoot him a look, meeting his exposed eye- a laugh leaving him.

"I'm teasing."

The not-so-great noise of the trudging through mud is one of the only sounds as Volo tightly holds me, his grip strong and sure.

"You didn't need to do this..."

"I can't have you getting sick from a chill, now can I?" Volo notes, softly glancing at me.

I hum, resting my head against his shoulder without thinking as my eyes slip shut.

"Has your research been going well?" Volo asks.

"I... Yeah, it has," I sigh, exasperated.

"Hmm, that's not your normal tone; what's the matter?"

"Do you know me that well now?"

"I would say so, now answer me."

I open my eyes, watching the trees move past us--

This camp is pretty far away.

"I just don't... really want to do it. I do it because I have to, you know? I'm doing it so I can live comfortably, not because I want to."

Volo knowingly hums, readjusting me in his arms.

"I completely understand; what would you do instead of this?"

"I haven't given it much thought..." I trail off, catching myself to think for a moment.

What would I do?

"I think I would like to just.. live, you know? Having a library, maybe a garden, taking care of myself and my pokemon... I think that would sound nice."

Volo hums in agreement, his grip on me tightening.

"Do you enjoy staying in Jubilife?"

"Well. I wouldn't say it's bad, but I don't like really... being around people," I admit.

Volo hums again, glancing down at me and meeting my gaze for a moment; there is something that Volo is always hiding, it feels, but it feels more dubious than normal- perhaps the customer service persona is wearing off for tonight.

"We're almost there."

I close my eyes again, deeply sighing as I relax against him; a twinge of anxiousness in my chest from the newfound intimacy of the situation.

"Here."

I open my eyes as Volo sets me down, sitting me down on a cloth as he kneels before me, taking off my muddied shoes.

"Make sure you stay close to the fire."

I nod as he turns his attention back to other matters, my own mind wandering as a sleepiness settles on me.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah... well, just. Tired."

"Understandable."

A blanket startles me as it rests on my shoulders, Volo adjusting it to wrap around me.

"Volo?”

"Hm?”

“Could I just... rant to you, for a moment?"

"Of course," Volo smiles at me, returning to the pot of water on the fire.

"I'm really emotionally tired over being physically tired; I can always sit down and take a second to breathe, but I can't get out of my own head to relax."

I pause as I look up, Volo offering me a cup.

"Tea?"

I rest the tea in my lap, the warmth of the cup soothing my chilled hands, Volo sitting beside me.

"Continue."

"I'm just really tired of doing everything for everyone. I don't want to sound greedy or like a jerk, but I never feel like I get to do stuff for me. I'm always working. I suppose that's how you are as well."

"I can definitely say I understand the sentiment."

I pause for a moment, contemplating on his tone; his voice changed from the overly friendly smile tainted tone to a more relaxed one, his voice a little deeper and raspy.

"I really just don't want to work just to survive, although that does seem to be the option presented…

I want to be taken care of, I guess. Not dependent, but I don't have to be so self-sufficient. I want someone I can lean on and have with me.

I am getting very tired of being a strong independent woman and I want to simply be a rock."

Volo laughs, taking a sip of his tea, his smile still not leaving his face for a moment.

"I think you should be able to desire a more relaxed life; Mistress Cogita certainly is self-sufficient while not working herself to death."

"Yeah but I'm convinced she's a witch."

Volo laughs again, leaning a little closer to me.

"She might be but don't tell anyone else I told you that."

I giggle, finally taking a sip of my tea.

"This is really good, Volo," I quietly praised him, our closeness sinking in.

"Thank you; I hope it warms you up enough."

I hum in response, his shoulder resting against mine.

"I guess I just feel a little worn down, a little tired of everything that doesn't appreciate me back."

"Mhmm," Volo takes a sip of his tea, "I know for a fact you shouldn't have to work yourself to death to live; you, of all people, should enjoy life for what you can make of it."

I blush at the directness, turning my gaze away from him.

"I mean it; you're one of the bravest, strongest people in all of Hisui and I'm sure it feels like the world is on your shoulders, doesn't it?"

I nod.

Volo moves closer to me, carefully pulling me to him, careful of the tea.

"You should be allowed to have a warm home with someone who loves you. You shouldn't have to pick survival for that to happen."

A wave of vulnerability crashes into me, a quiet sniffle escaping me.

"I'm sure your pokemon would enjoy a break too."

I nod, unable to trust in the stability of my voice, leaning against Volo.

"Oh come here, hand me your tea; it's alright, I have you," He quietly soothes me, holding me against his chest as I bury my face into the fabric of the coat.

"You would enjoy having someone to share dinner with, wouldn't you? Someone to hold you when your body is too tired for its own bones."

I nod against him, one of his hands gently cradling my head.

"I promise you there is someone."

I hopelessly hum, Volo readjusting me to sit on his lap properly, gently stroking my hair.

"How about you finish your tea? Perhaps that'll help you a little."

Volo hands me my tea as he readjusts me- again- to face the fire, his front against my back in a comforting weight and heat. I sip on the tea as I slowly relax against Volo, his hands naturally wrapping around me and holding me against him, a sleepy haze finding home in my head.

I jump as lips touch my ear, Volo firmly holding me against him as he softly kisses my ear.

"Oh don't worry, dear. I have you."

"Volo- what are you-"

"Have you finished your tea yet? It really doesn't need to get cold."

He's right.. right?

I hum, continuing to drink the tea as I pull my legs to me, trying to keep my warmth to myself as Volo continues to hold me, effectively trapping me with him.

"Thank you," I smile, lightly slurring my words together-

You're not this tired, what's going on?

"Volo?..."

"Yes, dear?"

I nonsensically hum as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, his grip lessening.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I... I don't wan-na ..be here," I stumble, trying to shake the tiredness away-

You were never this tired- what did he give you-

"Darling, don't say things like that," Volo coos, standing and following my unsuccessful stumbling.

"What-did- did you do--to me?"

"I didn't do anything, dearest,"

"Stop-calling.. me that."

I shakily walk forward, trying to identify his footprints leading to the camp-

"You told me that's what you liked being called," Volo pathetically says, hurt.

"I.. No?"

The sounds around me mesh together for a moment of panicked blur, the environment surrounding simply blurring together into nonsensical shapes-

A hand suddenly grabbing me, roughly pulling me backwards- landing against Volo as a hand covers my mouth.

"There's an alpha nearby, you know."

I squeal, trying to thrash against an iron grip as he lifts me up, covering my mouth with a sure hand.

"Now now, don't make me gag you."

My clothes burn against my skin as I continue jerking, Volo effortlessly carrying me to his mat, gently laying me down whilst pinning me down.

"I really didn't want to bruise your pretty skin, darling."

I scream as his hand leaves my mouth, his irritated growl not escaping me as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Do that again and I kill you."

A weak sob leaves me as I go limp against the mat, his strength outmatching my own.

"Now now, I didn't want to do that," Volo coos, his hand cupping my face.

"I'm-sorry," I slur, tears blurring my vision more than before, "I'll be-good- don't-hurt me."

"Darling, I have never hurt you," He places a kiss on my cheek, "I promised you that a long time ago, remember?"

Remember?

"N-no..."

Volo sighs as he straddles me, his touch gentle and knowing.

"Your memory has been getting the best of you recently, but I'm here to take care of you, alright?"

I nod.

"Good; I hope one of the clan members didn't drug you, I have no idea how you could be acting like this otherwise."

Tears stream off of my face, my gut twisting in confusion and betrayal-

What's going on?

"Oh goodness," Volo wipes away my tears with his thumbs, "How about we go home? It's always more comfortable to sleep with you, dear."

I nod.

"Just relax... I'll carry you home."

I nod.

A whimper escapes me as I readjust, my body heavy against the bedding.

"There you are," Volo's voice soothes me, his hands running down my arms, "Is this better?"

I weakly nod, not opening my eyes as I try to snuggle closer to the warmth beside me.

"Your Pokémon are very worried; I had to give them a supply of berries to calm them down," Volo quietly says, his breath tickling my neck.

I moan, I think.

"I'll be here until you wake up, darling."

mhmm.

"Volo?"

"Good morning, darling."

What?

I blink slowly, letting reality set in for a moment, the sun streaming into a window onto the floor in front of me.

"Would you like me to close the curtains?"

"What's going on?"

"We're home, darling."

"What are you talking about?" I breathlessly ask, pulling myself up in the bed.

Volo looks over at me, a warmth in his gaze that could be mistaken for fire, letting itself make its mark in my soul.

"I brought you home last night; I hate to say it, but I believe you could have been drugged."

I groan, rubbing my forehead for a moment, memories falling but out of their places, not quite making sense but not wrong enough to dispute.

"I don't feel good..."

Volo hums, pulling the curtain halfway shut, coming to the edge of the bed and sitting beside me.

"How about you lay down and I'll bring you some tea?"

"I don't think I can stomach anything," I groan, his hand on my shoulder pushing me down to the mattress again, "Why didn't you take me to jubilife?"

"Because, you've told me multiple times that it's too crowded for you, how it's too noisy, so I brought you here."

Did I?

"Okay..."

Volo readjusts the blankets, pulling them up enough to cover me again, a weight at my foot alarming me.

"What's-"

"Your Pokémon were very worried about you, dear, so I brought them out so they could watch you."

right...

"Now, I do need to go to work, but I have food and supplies here for you. You do need to rest today, alright?"

"What about survey work?.."

Volo chuckles, stroking my hair,

"You don't need to worry about that, darling," He whispers close to my ear- a gentle kiss startling me.

"We aren't together, Volo.."

"Yes, we are."

His tone is pointed, cutting sharply through the peace.

"Are we?..."

"Yes, darling; I do hope whatever you ingested doesn't hurt you any further. It pains me to hear those things."

Volo gently kisses my cheek, stroking my hair,

"I need to go now, I love you, darling."

what?

"Darling? Why didn't you say it back?" Volo painfully asks after a pregnant silence.

"I love you, too," I say after a moment, his finger gently tilting up my chin, my eyes opening again to meet his.

"Be good today; I'll try to be home early, alright?" His gaze is gentle as he looks down at me nodding. He smiles, pecking my lips softly. His touch leaves me as my eyes slip shut again, his footsteps distant as he leaves, the Pokémon at my feet readjusting;

Just rest now. He has you..

[maggye-and-the-skye]

Heyyyyyyyy its a BLOG ROLL

I’ve been putting this off for a while because I’ve changed my main blog three times now and I’m sURE people are sick of it and also because my roster hasn’t changed, it’s just now I have active and inactive blogs. 

Active: 

@here-for-the-longflight Margaret “Maggye” Longflight is a Wildhammer Dwarf, who calls herself a “Druidh” being as she is a beast mastery hunter and an elemental shaman; she’s one of five Chiefs of the Clan of the Skye and most of her aesthetics are of the Isle of Skye! She’s my oldest toon and she’s got some beautiful nature aesthetics, curtsey usually of @ starforger and their beautiful sources. Maggye IS on Moon Guard but I’m super willing to hang out on Wyrmrest too, I just don’t have a toon of her over there (yet)! (I could be convinced to level one) Also my icon for this blog is a sketch of Maggye’s commission, and her icon is the final; I’ll reblog the art over there soon for ease of finding it!

@keladara Aeleda Fireheart, formerly Kela’dar (thus keladara) is a pyromancer, currently a mage and low ranking magistrix. There’s not a lot to her, as honestly I’m so deterred from Belf RP that she doesn’t exist without her husband Ignitheus (not on tumblr actively) around. Her aesthetics are fiery, if I can find it, jewelry, magic in general, and love - sometimes being on the sultry side. I want to expand her more and add to her story and aesthetics, but everything’s been haywire since some things happened OOCly with my other elves. 

@black-wolf-wwit Wattan-Waya Wolftotem, formerly Ireotem - thus it being wwit - is my Grimtotem born elemental shaman who is prone to lightning; he’s short as fuck - a whole seven-foot-two - and he’s got unique lichtenberg scarring from a lightning strike (or three). He’s grumpy as fuck, going through some major character development, but he’s a proud and active officer of the Skyheart Tribe (run by the lovely @shortbreadshuhalo). He’s my most frequented character and he’s in the community I spend the most time with - the Tauren! He’s my main man, and when I��m not on him, I’m probably still hanging out with Skyheart. 

That’s really the only active blogs I have right now because I’m so unmotivated from my elves, which most of my blogs are but...

Not Active: 

@baronberin Baron Berinthe Fala’nei, belf lock that I don’t play, don’t use, can’t afford to transfer. Bloody, nobility aesthetics. 

@raikeladar Lord Rai’themar Kela’dar, belf pally that I also don’t play, don’t RP, he’s honestly very one dimensional and if he wasn’t a guild master and connected to a person that’s had multiple partners dip of them, I would just yeet him.

@thestoriesfromwithin my story blog!! which is mostly chronicling Cay’den’s stories WHO I DON’T WRITE FOR ANYMORE! Sometimes library aesthetics, but again, not active.  

And most famously @caidence-keladar my main man that I have left behind. Formerly my main, now sitting in a trashcan, inactive, poorly geared, guildless and without friends :D Also can’t afford to transfer him back and why would it. His shit is sad, but it’s a blog. 

I’m thinking about doing a group blog or two for some of my Tauren and Vulpera characters because those are also my most active toons outside of Wattan and I think it’d be fun to spice up a blog with a couple of characters, since obviously Wattan’s is pretty empty. If you’ve got any thoughts on the group blog, let me know, and also tips would be appreciated :)