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CHECK THIS OUT IF YOU NEED THE HATEFORGED BLAZECYCLE MOUNT!

Hateforged Blazecycle Quests!

Hateforged Blazecycle Quests have dropped on Kelzygosa's discord: I will be giving away 9 x Hateforged Blazecycles! You read that right, NINE! Read more on my discord under the 5 quests below!

Any are welcome to participate but please read the rules in the established channels on my discord.

Must be a follower on my twitch: http://twitch.tv/kelzygosa

Need to join my discord to enter your submissions/read the rules: https://discord.gg/Uyux5N9Sc7

5 Quests available:

1) Climb for the Heart of Magic

2) Hateforged Showdown

3) Hateforged Doodlecycle Mania

4) How Hatred Forged into a Blazecycle

5) Getting Kelzygosa to take a ride on the Wild Side!

Submissions are due December 6th, 2024 - and I will announce winners on December 13th, 2024 - during the Climb for the Heart of Magic Race Quest! Rain date - would be December 20th, 2024 if I do not go live on December 13th, 2024. Best of luck Adventurers!

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Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate!

Now everyone sees where this came from <3 thank you Jihye!! <3

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Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate!

\o/ Thank you Anon #2 \o/ <333333333333333333333333333333

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Surprise beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread anon love, not hate!

Thanks so much for the love <3 I'm touched ^^; and have already invaded many inboxes >_>!

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DAILY WRITING CHALLENGE 2024 IS BACK!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO USE THE ACTUAL WORD FOR THIS CHALLENGE, YOU MAY SIMPLY BASE YOUR STORY AROUND ONE OF THESE IDEAS!

Choose one or both words/IDEAS and write a story, drabble, poem, or anything else once a day, every day, for a week!

Tag @daily-writing-challenge so we can reblog your stories.

Write the number day/challenge somewhere on your story.

LIST CONTENT WARNINGS VISIBLY ABOVE STORY! (Use a ‘read more’ line if content gets too graphic.)

Tags that will be used: #novemberdwc2024,  #novemberdayX2024 (X=whatever number day you’re writing for), #yourtumblrurl

There will be no optional challenges for the weekly DWC’s, but please feel free to make up some of your own challenges!

The next writing challenge will be in FEBRUARY 2025 and last one week!

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Good luck and more importantly, HAVE FUN! Encourage your fellow writers and show them some love and support with likes/reblogs/comments!

We look forward to reading some amazing writing!

((Written word list below the cut))

Day 1 - November 17 Haze, Sexy

Day 2 - November 18 Deceit, Eternal Day 3 - November 19 Morose, Strength

Day 4 - November 20 Surrender, Tranquil Day 5 - November 21 Captive, Skill Day 6 - November 22 Crack, Positive Day 7 - November 23 Peculiar, Theory

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Dear Kelz'thalas, I'll admit I wasn't sure what to write. I just want you to know that I think about you often and I hope you are doing well. Someday I'll come back and maybe we can catch up on old dealings? I heard about the incident within the training grounds of the estate... I do hope you're alright. I'll be back soon. Yours, -K

The letter was held in front of her before it eventually left her field of view. With a careless sway of her arm, it slid across the counter while silence filled the room. As did the stillness of her frame while she held her head downward a moment. The memories of her childhood friend threatened to come back into view as she made the association to the letter's would-be author. Out of reflex her hand curled into a fist as it struck against the counter's surface. At first, there was a numbness, then came the gradual sting of pain.

There was much she wanted to say, but she was a creature of habit and repression. Anger would have just made a mess of her apartment and sadness would have driven her to drink. Neither avenues would give her the satisfaction she needed before bed and thus she turned from her seat and made her way upstairs.

Upon arriving in her bedroom, she made for the bed and allowed gravity to guide her down against it. It seemed the comfort of her lavish bed was enough to convince her to lower her guard. But her dreams did nothing to abstain her former thoughts.

...Kal'ren was back.

@kalren-daelish - thanks for the ask :3

@grumpyoldfker - Dad don't try to kill him again \o/

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What is something that haunts the Commander now? Does she try to disassociate from that 'haunt' or does she force focus on it?

...It had been 14 years since that incident.

And even though she had yet to return to that place, she could still feel how the cold seeped into her bones and made them brittle. And how the frigid air stole her breaths until they remained shallow. The screams of House Sunshield's ward, the shouts of the blood knights, and the deep bellowing growls of Nerubians that had ambushed them. It was a trauma made manifest into living nightmares and inescapable thoughts.

"I nearly died that day."

The fact was stated in her mind, but the memories did not cease. It was a progressive ordeal as the batter, weary souls of her comrades made their way home. Quel'thalas, which had been a welcomed sight for sanctuary and hope, yet it was everything but that in a moment.

"You no longer have a place with our House."

The Lord's words forged an anchor within her heart. It lurched downward with the weight of unexpected shock and despair after being discharged. She had thought getting everyone home alive was reason to celebrate. A reason to be praised. A reason to be regarded as exceptional.

But the Ward was injured. And so too were many of the Blood Knights. Of those to be scrutinized and placed under blame, what better choice than a former Silvermoon Guard that was given an opportunity to make a name for herself.

There should have been elation in the fact she was even alive.

But the disappointment in failure made death feel like a welcome prospect. And what better way to kill one's spirit than to drink the pain away and indulge in illegal contraband. The numbness that came from extreme cold now voluntarily claimed her mind and body once more.

She didn't feel her own pain.

She didn't acknowledge her fear.

She couldn't see their disappointment.

She didn't hear their criticism.

She was liberated through her grief.

A sad soul that saw no good by her hand. Cursed by this haunting moment as it lives beneath the skin. And if she thought for a moment, it would escape her notice, it would once again be placed in the forefront of her thoughts with every act and word she carried.

@safrona-shadowsun thanks for the ask! <3

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Name three reasons why your muse is able to get up each morning and move on with their day.

Alcohol, it's medicinal, I swear.

Unfinished business - can't sleep knowing there is trouble still out there.

What is quitting? Well... I had my chances to throw in the towel, but I guess I want to hang in there a bit longer.

@endora-bloodveil-blog thanks for the ask <3

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If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get back even better. ♡

Thank you as always @safrona-shadowsun \o/ It's been so nice to have everyone back into the thick of roleplay again! And I'm glad to know I bring joy to those around me!

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Your family fractures.

You step foolishly to the dark.

What power do you seek?

What council do you pursuit?

When you stand alone, lost to the darkness and chaos around you.

Remember.

This was your own hand leaving you blind.

Remember.

You tried to summon what is better left in the dark.

The bottle that had often sat in the Commander's hand was now put down against the counter. Its contents sloshing for a moment as she stared at the liquid yet to be imbibed. There was a faraway look to her features as she wrestled with ignoring the questions or addressing them. Both shoulders would rise as she heaved out a heavy sigh and turned now to her speaker.

"A setback but not one that can't be corrected with regards to my family. We are not broken at the very least. And we can become something more within time."

Snorting lightly, she returned her hand to cusp about the bottle as she lifted and directed its open end towards her speaker.

"Power? I don't seek anything like that. It's an errand for those that seek more than their limits. And I know mine and can hone them as my sword and shield."

An idle rock of the bottle was made before the neck was tipped back and her mouth took hold of the end. More alcohol was dumped into her system given she had a rather eventful week. Not to mention those unsettling letters…

"The Sin'dorei have many notable figures who can offer insight and misdirection. But the wisdom I seek does not come so freely. To answer this question would be divulging a truth not many are ready to accept. Whether it be from a noble standpoint or an individual stance."

Now the bottle had become empty by this point, and it joined a collection of others on the counter. Their transparent surfaces empty and hollow but maintaining their shape. The last few lines of the speaker gave her pause yet again.

"It is the folly of those who misunderstand my intentions that will be led astray. But I stand by my choices as they bear no room for doubt and provide utmost clarity. Sometimes we have to take risks against what our nature demands we don't. And in every instance danger surfaces, consequences can be damned, because at least we have the courage to face our fears. ...But the one who is blind to these bold acts of mine is not me. I suppose when it comes to these confrontations, an act of salvation or sacrifice is not so easily understood or defined."

Tagging @grumpyoldfker , @allasticus, @lazraelbandtherion and @sanguinesorceress

(Thanks for the ask Anon! :3)

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@thehopelessyouth Let's consult the expert.

"How much XP does he get for killing the mood?"

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Misguided

Selithar’s head spun. The young guardsman of House B’andtherion had his life shattered in minutes—moments of euphoria and reckless, impulsive choices.

He was unceremoniously dragged from the room where it had all transpired, though he couldn’t help but twist to steal one last glance at the woman who had ensnared him so easily. Her scent still clung to his skin, a potent memory that stirred flashes of bare skin, passionate cries, and torn sheets. For a brief moment, those thoughts eclipsed the bruising grip of the Elite guards on his arms.

The Elite, their faces hidden beneath imposing helms, held him effortlessly, even lifting him off the ground when his steps faltered. They escorted him without a word, but as they approached the looming double doors ahead, Selithar felt a harsh swallow claw its way down his throat. The doors swung open, revealing a pristine study lined with books from floor to ceiling. A large hearth, with dwindling blue flames, crackled at the room's center, casting flickering shadows. But it was the grand marble desk at the far wall—and the ominous figure standing behind it—that commanded Selithar’s attention.

Adonis’s frown was taut, his expression hardening as the doors opened and the Elite guards shuffled Selithar in. Silently, the Patriarch dismissed them, and they left the room, closing the door behind them.

“Tell me,” Adonis began, his voice low, laced with barely restrained fury. “Why you would betray your Patriarch in such a manner.”

Selithar straightened, summoning what little confidence he could muster. “My Lord, I can offer no excuse. What happened...was unintentional. It was never my intention—”

“But you did it regardless,” Adonis cut in, voice clipped. “You were ordered to escort our guest, not…share her bed. Explain to me how such a transgression could come to pass.”

Selithar hesitated as Adonis moved slowly around the desk, each step closing the distance between them, his shadow stretching across the room. “If I may speak freely, My Lord… It was a choice of the heart that outweighed my duty. I intended no disrespect. I merely—”

“Embarrass?” Adonis’s voice erupted, dripping with disdain. “You think this act embarrasses me? No. It shames me. I placed my trust in you, and you repaid it with… this.” He stepped closer, close enough that Selithar could see the rage simmering in his eyes. “Had I known I’d recruited a lecherous fool, I would have exiled you long ago.”

The Patriarch’s words burned, each one lashing across Selithar’s soul. “You are dismissed,” Adonis continued. “Your title is stripped. You are banished from this House, and your misdeeds will be known across Quel’thalas. Your shame will haunt you—your honor is nothing. All because you willingly placed yourself into the jaws of the Lioness.”

Selithar’s pulse pounded, a spark of indignation flaring up, unexpected and unstoppable. “Yes, I did,” he replied, voice trembling with defiance. “And I would do it again. Yes, we defied your House… but surely, you of all people know the folly of ignoring a true connection. I…” His hand fell to his heart. “What I feel for her goes beyond desire. It’s akin to what you once felt for the fallen Matriarch. I beg you not to fall into a..a jealous pit simply because I have-”

Adonis’s fist came fast, faster than Selithar could register. The last thing he saw was the glint of metal-clad knuckles before everything faded to black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the dirt, the open sky above him. As he pushed himself up, pain flared in his swollen face, throbbing with the memory of the blow. His jaw was broken as were parts of his skull itself from the blow, though a healer had ensured that his head had not simply shattered from his spine. He heard the House gates clanging shut behind him, sealing his fate. Scattered around him were a few belongings—a change of clothes, a small pouch of coins, and a waterskin.

Gathering them in his arms, Selithar staggered away, his steps a broken rhythm of walking and limping, his mind fixed on the woman who had become his salvation—and his undoing. @themadamelioness creating PROBLEMS

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There are so many things in life that we wish we could do over. And you have resigned yourself to become the monster everyone sees you to be. But had there been another way where you could retain your humanity... could you even conceive what that world might look like with you in it?

Widow Eth’serrar was an esteemed Magistrix often found traipsing the streets of the floating city--when not imparting knowledge unto a lecture hall full of acolytes, of course.  A professor of the Arcane, her lectures were the highlight of most student’s academic careers.  Full of wisdom and wonder, there was never a dull moment to be had while basking in her infinite understanding of the universe.

While she had mastered several schools of magic, her specialties resided in translocation and astronomy.  With a wave of her hand, Felyna could summon an expansive map of the stars at her fingertips with the ease of a deity.  It sparked a sense of reverence and yearning in the eyes of her star-stricken students.

She was the crowning jewel in the eyes of her people.  A survivor, a teacher, a mentor, a friend... but never a mother.  Certainly, she had earned the title of ‘Gran-Minn’da’ to many little ones, and she loved each as though they were truly her own.  Friends and former students would bring their children to see ‘the lady who holds the stars in her hands,’ and listen to the tales she told about legends, myths, and even a few truths.

This woman did not fall at the hands of the relentless scourge, did not feel a mournblade’s stinging kiss, nor did she lay in a pool of her own blood for hours wondering when death’s numbing caress would finally claim her.  No.  This woman was loved, honored, remembered, and celebrated as a heroine.

What a pity these things never came to pass…

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He’s trying to catch them all

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Dragon Ref Sheet WIP

I had drawn this a while ago on a piece of paper and only recently managed to trace it on PC and clean it up. Made some changes and adapted it more into a new design. I am still deciding on what path to take with it. Should I turn it into a free to use base for dragons? Who knows ? •₊ ❥︎ ♪ ♫ ❜ Comm info: https://chumiiart.carrd.co/   

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DAD WUT U DOIN'

"Take your retinue, your guards, your 'threads'—and go. Return to Silvermoon, to your grand parties, and let it be unmistakably clear: the Lioness has no claws within these walls, and her mighty roar is little more than a soft mewl beneath my hand." --Adonis B'andtherion aka 'The Patriarch'

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