#.arcanist-starweaver

[yserina-starweaver]

November 23 Day 7 - Peculiar/Theory Part One Part Two

Azshara's empire, at the end, was ruled through propaganda. Convincing her court, and then the city beyond, that she had a cadre of arcanists capable of bending fate itself was a powerful piece of marketing — and a threat. The highborne houses needed some convincing, of course. Soothsayers and augurs would give them their fortunes forecast, and the ones they disliked they would bring to the Starweavers.

Fate was, and had always been, malleable. Not through magic or any great divine meddling, but simple choices that would shift one's course off the trajectory they had been on. Far too often the extremely powerful people who had sat themselves in front of her and pleaded their case for a change in their stars were too short sighted, or cowardly, to make the decision they needed. It was easier for someone like her to be the "'authority", tell them what to do — or be the scythe for them to slice through the chaff. People, especially people in high houses, hated getting their hands dirty.

Marros, as far as she could tell had a few good years in him yet, even if he couldn't see that himself. Yserina pushed herself easily out of her chair, shedding a few of her heavier robes so she could move around inside House a little easier. She could feel his eyes boring a hole into her back as she flit between shelf and cupboard, gathering vials of dried herbs, reagents and tinctures.

Most of the time her work had been violent. Removing other individuals as an obstacle in order to advance the destiny of the one who had asked for the alteration. It didn't bother her; death was part of the cycle of life and altering fates had to occasionally come with terrible consequences to enhance the myth. Sometimes, though, her work could be good. Helpful. Rare as it was.

"You didn't ask what fate I wanted," the wary rumble of Marros' voice lashed out, sharply. She'd set him back on edge by getting to work.

Yserina hummed a little as she worked, blending together a little bit of new from all she had that was old. A pinch of this, a plucked few bits of that. "As if I need to, Marros. I'm the last of my kind, have some faith," her eccentric peculiarities were a strength, here. Confidence and strangeness made her work more true to those who wanted it to be so.

He had been strong and agile most of his life, with all the benefits of brawn that being a druid of the claw allowed him to possess. Stubborn, too. How long had it been since he'd deigned to see a healer or any alchemist worth their black salt? She filled six little bottles with the oily concoction she'd smeared together with her mortar and pestle and topped it off with a reserved bit of potion that had been aging in her stocks for ancients knew how long.

"You'll need to take one of these a month. When you run out, there's a woman in Bel'ameth who runs an apothecary. Ask her for her Dreamwalker's blend. They will keep you from needing to see me again," she pressed a cork to stopper each individual shot and set them into a little carved wooden box.

Marros' brow knit in a furrow, "That's it?"

"It's not in my purview to reverse time, Marros, but this can give you a little more. Less pain about it all, too, I can hear your joints scrape every time you move," she laughed quietly and walked back over to press the potions into his gnarled hands.

"What's the cost?" his eyes darted to House's front door as it swung back open suddenly.

Yserina waved a clawed hand, "No need to worry about cost, you've already paid it."

He hated that answer. She could've been less cryptic about it, maybe, but that would've ruined the illusion a bit. If he took the time to really think about it, there were a fair many potential transactions that could be over rationalized or accepted, but it didn't suit her to throw him a bone.

Marros stood then, getting the hint. House wanted him gone and there was nothing more to talk about, here. He trundled out, fast as he could, but hesitated once he was back out in the dark. Warm light spilled from House's interior, back-lighting Yserina's form into an inky silhouette with two bright, glowing eyes in the doorway.

Part of her wondered if he meant to say thank you, but he shifted back into a bear and loped off into the wilds beyond her glade.

House's wood creaked and she pat the lintel, "Not tonight, we can move in the morning. I'll need to get the chickens in, anyway."

@daily-writing-challenge

[starweaving-fairsuns]

November DWC

Day 1 - Hazy

It was a familiar path she never thought she would walk again so soon. Not in the span of a couple of human lifetimes at the very least. Perhaps when nothing was left of it but long forgotten pathways that had been reclaimed by nature and its last caretaker had long ago been buried deep in the soil; leaving behind a hazy shell of once beautifully maintained structures in disarray and crumbling walls of stone that had been left to wither in the passing of time. Magical reinforcements no longer sustained and left to slowly deactivate all on their own on a sprawling estate that the passing of time did not leave much spared, save for the few blips of the chaotic arcane left to linger in search of a hunger that would go unsatisfied; a cold unkindness that may greedily latch its claws into an unsuspecting wanderer. 

The dust kicked up with her steps, one after the other until she had found herself greeted at the gate by familiar faces who looked as if they had been expecting the arrival of the arcanist. After she had passed through, Saedre’s eyes were drawn up towards the manor that hadn’t changed a lick since she had called these grounds her home where under her hand, she had given much of herself alongside faces that had also moved on to new ventures in their lives. Now, as a guest to the renamed Winthrope Estates that was merely a residential piece of land these days, there was just relief that settled around her in the knowledge that no one needed her immediate attention for this matter or that. There was nothing here for her to take up into her hands to lead in one direction or another, and it was just as she now preferred it. 

“Lady Starweaver,” a familiar voice gasped in soft delight, bringing the arcanist’s attention out from up in the clouds of days long passed to the woman standing in the doorway. The housekeeper’s graying hair was pinned back neatly in a bun and she wore her usual uniform of a black dress that was cut just above her ankles and a tidy white apron tied snuggly over it. It took Saedre a couple blinks of the eye to recognize the aging woman before her and when she recognized the housekeeper, there was a small twinge of sadness that washed over her. The last time she had seen Miss Fiona, the woman’s hair hadn’t a touch of gray nor a wrinkle to her face - but this was a different story now.

“Pray forgive the lady of the house for being unable to greet you properly herself. As you know, she goes where the wind takes her,” Miss Fiona smiled warmly as she approached Saedre and took her bags in hand. “Oh, I am tickled pink to have you staying here with us again but dreadfully saddened to hear of the state of things that brought you to our doorstep!”

“It is good to see you again, Miss Fiona,” Saedre bowed her head politely as she followed the housekeeper into the manor. “I too wish it were in better circumstances and please, it is no trouble at all. I would find myself quite surprised if Neile were home instead of traveling to her heart’s content. 

Saedre smiled softly as she mused aloud as her eyes swept the familiar halls, “I suppose we are kindred spirits in that way.” 

As Miss Fiona led Saedre up the stairs to the second level of the manor, Saedre stopped a moment to observe a large portrait of the Winthrope sisters as they came to the landing. It was a familiar painting of the beautiful human sisters seated in the parlor room in front of the fireplace that she had seen many times before. The two looked much younger in the painting than at the time Saedre had come to know both Koira and her elder sister Neile. Each with hair spun of the color of an inky midnight sky and bright, piercing blue eyes that were quite the contrast to it. The younger sister was always adorned in her fine dresses and gems, while her elder sister preferred a simpler look in neat slacks and a nice dress shirt. The Winthrope family had been happy here once upon a time. 

“Light rest her soul, Lady Koira,” Miss Fiona joined Saedre at her side and looked up at the painting with a proud smile. “It always felt like a piece of her lived on through you when you took up the mantle of her academy.”

“Oh?” Saedre lofted a brow, tilting her head to observe the housekeeper curiously. 

Miss Fiona laughed warmly and nodded, “Oh, high praise! High praise indeed!” With each of Saedre’s bags in hand, she turned promptly and began to lead the way down the hall once more. “Now, let us get you settled in. Come along now.”

“Wait…” the housekeeper abruptly stopped mid-step and peered over her shoulder cautiously. “Do you still keep that little firecracker in your service?”

Saedre gasped, nearly running right into Miss Fiona at the surprise stop. Following the woman’s gaze, she could only surmise a guess at the familiar nickname Aveem had been given by some of the help around the estates when she had last lived here. With a soft chuckle, Saedre raised her hand up and proclaimed, “I do hereby swear that I will ensure Aveem minds his manners. You have my word. Besides, he has been too busy trying to make himself important among my new colleagues.”

As odd as it felt returning to the estate grounds, that little reminder of Aveem’s past of being quite the pest to the help brought on a sense of light-hearted joy she hadn’t felt in weeks since Dalaran crumbled. A familiar sensation of home in a world that began to feel rather complicated again in her displacement.

@daily-writing-challenge

[caedun]

200 word challenge, ii

Yeah I’m gonna keep doing it.

The rules are simple: Use whatever inspiration you get from the music and/or lyrics I provide, and write something 200 words or less!

THEME 1: “I feel your fire inside, each time I’m next to you”

THEME 2: “One and only one.”

THEME 3: “It’ll make you feel better”

tagging: @hazriel @kyuusei-shadowleaf @maxparkhurst @damien-ward @unabashedrebel @aldoreth @wildname @foxglovethings @terranlloyd @nixalegos @kat-hawke @saidelia-draconis @arcanist-starweaver @theblackmourninquire @torbeen @wrath-and-rosaries -- Trying to grab people I’ve seen active on the feed the last little while, as always feel free to join in even if you’re not tagged and I’ll try to remember to add you next time!

[talthorn-sylvoran]

"Do you still consider women attractive? ARE there any women you consider attractive? Can you name a few? If you need to narrow it down since you find many people gorgeous, maybe some Kaldorei women? That you may or may not know personally already?"

Absolutely I do! I adooore the female form. And there are quite a few I can honestly say are extremely attractive in my eyes. While I wouldn't dream of narrowing it down to just Kaldorei or Highborne ladies it is a grand idea to have a focal point due to the long list I possess. And that's just the physical! Jiroki Glaivefall, Mirri Starmender and Saedre Starweaver are but a few fine examples, and distinctly different in body type and personality but I find very attractive in their own unique light. It's their own 'magic' about them, whether confidence, kindness or passion too! Truly beauty to appreciate. (Appreciate the ask MYSTERY PERSON anon ) (@bread-elf @siennablaze219 and @arcanist-starweaver for mentions! Adore you all )

[ronqueesha]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by @lookbluesoup​! Thank you fren!

I’ll tag: @thefrostyshepard​, @arcanist-starweaver​,  @arcandoria​, @bardofheartdive​

Favorite OC: That’s a really tough one because I love them all, and I tend to hyperfixate on one for a long period of time before I move to the next. Currently, my fave is Dairon Garrick because I’m spending the most time playing and developing her, after I largely abandoned the character when Warcraft released an unfortunately awful expansion. But the game is fun again and I’m back with her full time.

Oldest OC: If we’re talking real life creation oldest, it’s Jane Shepard. She wasn’t a fully fledged person until about 2015, after multiple playthroughs of the trilogy and some heavy modding to really immerse myself into the game. But the main components of her character were established pretty much as soon as I played ME3 for the first time in 2012.

Age-wise, my oldest oc is Kwesha Yvaar from Star Trek Online. She’s actually not much younger than Jane Shepard in IRL terms. But in-universe age, she’s mid-40s by the start of her story.

Newest OC: Saoirse. I’ve had Divinity Original Sin 2 for a while, but didn’t really get into it until very recently.

Meanest OC: Kallian Tabris. By far. She is a very prickly, angry elf.

Softest OC: Also Kallian Tabris. That rage and anger is just a spiky shell of emotional armor to protect a very soft heart.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Zoe Iwasaki. Even her Fallout variant would call this version of Zoe cold.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Keeran Trevelyan. Although his wealthy parents paid for the best education in Thedas, with tutors coming from all across the continent to teach him, most of those lessons were forgotten the moment they were done. Keeran spent most of his time fantasizing about his hot fencing/combat instructors while enduring boring lectures from the unattractive tutors.

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC/Smartest OC: I combined these two because they’re both Sarah Hawke. She is, in fact, the most intelligent OC I have. Although she didn’t have access to the amazing educations of my upper-class OCs like Keeran or Zoe, Sarah’s mind is a powerhouse. Which is why she was able to hide so well as a mage for many years in Kirkwall. She could talk, baffle, and bullshit her way out of most any situation without having to use any magic at all. And when she did use her powers, it was in brilliant ways.

That being said, she fell in mad love with Anders. And was completely blind to all of the warning signs of his degrading condition, and even allowed herself to be manipulated by him in the hope of seeing his dreams come true. In the end, she put a knife in his back, and the experience shattered her to the point she ended her own life in the fade defending my adorable dumbass inquisitor. Varric was never the same after.

Horniest OC: Iona. It’s basically her whole thing. Her other thing is learning to grow and mature as a person while being forced to lead the crusade. But she never stops being incredibly horny. Good thing she hooks up with a literal sex demon.

(art by @halkuonn​)

OC You'd Bang: Out of all of them, Dairon Garrick. It’s easy to explain why:

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Most likely Dairon Garrick yet again, given how friendly and extroverted she is. But I could also see myself nerding out over various comics and superhero movies with Nathan Bhatia.

[safrona-shadowsun]

Safrona's Command Seal

Tagged By: @auggieparkhurst - Many Thanks!

Tagging: @thefirstperished @asharinhun @arcanist-starweaver @fel-temptation @hazriel @nixalegos @phyghyver @irrfahrer @dasacht and anyone else who would like to!

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[asharinhun]

Shape of the Heart - Brigitte

Molten Lava and Charred Flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

Thanks @maxparkhurst for the tag!

Tagging @zeehva, @safrona-shadowsun, @arcanist-starweaver, @indraste-darktalon, @cara-of-kouvola, @straightouttatheashes and anyone else who would like to do it!

[conflictedenergies]

starter for @arcanist-starweaver ! 

Drumming their fingers against their notebook, pen wedged against their palm and cheek as they lean on the arm, Vy is... absent. Their mind has sought to the stars, only occasionally zoning back into reality when a particularly interesting question or piece of knowledge comes up during the lecture, either from Saedre Starweaver herself or any of the lecture-goers.

With only a few new notes in the notebook, their pen has been almost fairly useless this time around. Vy has attended quite a lot of Saedre's lectures, and the knowledge they have gained from them has helped quite a lot with their research. Though their methods may be considered... orthodox to Saedre and her audience - as well as the general populace of Dalaran - her years of experience and knowledge in the perspective of said experience has given Vy'cenin tons of valuable information for their balance research- but not this time. Plenty of knowledge and information, of course, but nothing of use to them; nothing that solves the problem plaguing their mind,

They will have to talk with her in person.

As the lecture comes to an end, the room starts to buzz with activity and people’s mumbling as they discuss Saedre's lecture. A few go to ask her questions in person, all of which Vy’cenin let them have their conversation before they ask theirs. After all, Vy will most likely require Saedre to, uh. See the monstrosities Vy has been attempting to build for quite some time.

"Hello, Starweaver. Not sure what you prefer to be called, that has somehow escaped me despite my attending quite a number of your lectures, and I am now annoyingly aware of how douche-y and self-centric that is, please forgive me," Vy’cenin suddenly begins to ramble, their words running away from them before their brain processes what’s going on and what they should say.

A wave of embarrassment, disappointment, and shock runs down their spine, blood rushing to their face, as they stumble for words, “Um, I- uh... you- can you- I’ve got, uh, thing- Light, that sounds so, so incredibly wrong, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m such a mess.” They cover their face with their hands.

Deep breaths. In, out; in, out; in, out; and slowly, the pit in Vy’cenin’s stomach dissipates. 

Vy lets their hands fall to their side again, and they look back up at Saedre. “I apologise,” they begin slowly, chewing on words in their head before saying them out loud. “I’ve got a magical project I need help with, and I was hoping your lecture would provide the answers I’m seeking to make it work. It didn’t, so, now I’m asking you personally if you’d please help me because I’m frankly quite lost and it’s incredibly frustrating and annoying.”

[masonkohler]

The Years Between: Homecoming

They say you can never go home again. I don’t know who “they” are, and “they” don’t usually give any reasons, but I’ve got some ideas. 

First, time changes you, whatever you tell yourself, and you don’t even have to go anywhere. My folks stood their ground during the First War, before i was born, and watched the fields go from green to black from orc fires. Moonbrook got ruined, never recovered. Could they “go home” then? No, it wasn’t ever the same.

Second, leaving changes you, even if it’s for the right reasons. Orcs didn’t drive my parents out, but the Defias did. Join or die was how it went. Time was I didn’t get it, what they were on about, but I was a kid. Teenager. Same thing. All I knew is my apprentice days in what was left of Moonbrook were done, and our home wasn’t home anymore. That’s when I lost it the first time.

The weight on my shoulders now - it’s real weight, I mean, not a metaphor - is a reminder of everything they say. And I reckon they’re right, in just about every way that matters. You can’t go home again, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make one. I heave, muscles straining, and one of many ruined broken beams from my family’s old farm drops into the dust away from the foundation. At least that can be salvaged, even if the rest can’t.

Mercenary work can help make ends meet, send heaps of gold back home, keep your old ma and da comfortable, help your sisters get a business off the ground, but it can’t make you a home. Dragoons were home for a while, until they went their separate ways. Then more mercenary work. Working the forge would’ve kept me safer, kept me close to family, but I’m their lifeline. I couldn’t have kept them afloat in the hard times without being a sellsword. Then the Bastion, out Redridge way. That’s home too, and the hardest work I’ve ever done in all my life. I heave again, and another fire scarred chunk of wood clatters in the dust. There’s nothing but dust left here, not like in Redridge. The Scourge is managed without me now that the estate - town, more like, with all the refugees turned settlers - has its own militia. Armed them myself, trained them myself, and they started calling me mayor. Told them I’m not their boss, I’m not in charge of anyone but myself. But it got me thinking about home. About peace.

I kneel down to lift another heap of debris and toss it out. Dirt and ash stain my hands, my knees. My face. I must look an absolute sight right about now. The thought makes me laugh, and it echoes in the empty space. I realize I sound a lot like my father. Maybe he’ll live to see the old farmhouse restored after all, if I’m lucky. I’m no carpenter. Maybe if I made it out of stone...

A mason, right? I laugh again while I lug the broken boards out and toss them to the ground with a clatter. The years have certainly not been kind to this old house. I know it was a squatting place for folks back after Northrend. I also know that the Westfall Brigade - good folks, but too used to following orders after the war - drove them out to “keep the peace.” Not how I’d do it, for certain.

Now there was a thought. Maybe this house could be something else, something useful. I dust off my hands before going back into the wreckage. Nothing else is left of what it used to be all those years ago. Could be time for something new.

Just hope folks don’t start calling me “mayor” again.

( @red-alynore​ for Silver Dragoons and @arcanist-starweaver​ for Violet Bastion mentions! )

[abalonetea]

For the side wip prompts, for either of these wips, how about this hodgepodge:

- A sunset - A Plant Friend - Astrology/Star Signs - Words: Advertise, Courage, Score, Shimmer - "Well, this is where I live." - "I was making sure you weren't dead." - "Rough day?"

these are all so good! I'm def going to do some of the others too but! this one first! (thank you dio!)

Prompt: "Well, this is where I live".

Story: Reflection, a story about witches, promises, and rats

"Well, this is where I live." Cooper drops his bag down on the floor of his living room. "Make yourself at home, I guess."

Estelle hops off of Sara's shoulders, padding over and hopping up onto the worn, spell-burned couch. "It's... quiet."

"Estelle," scolds Sara. "Be polite."

Cooper laughs. "It's fine. I've heard worse. Sorry. Haven't really been here in a while. But, uh, that book." He steps over a dusty mound of blankets on the floor, over to the little bookshelf shoved into the corner of the room. He runs his fingers over the cracked leather spine. "That's this one, right?"

Sara picks her way through the mess, old candy wrappers and crumpled up attempts at sketching out the right sigils. "Yeah, that's it." She takes the book, opening it up and flipping to one of the middle of sections. "Starweaving. I didn't think that you could get a hold of this book outside of the arcanist's office."

Estelle chimes in, "you shouldn't be able to."

"Eh, I've had it sitting around here since forever." Cooper's shoulders bounce in a sharp sort of shrug. "I think it might have been my ma. She use night magic too."

"Did she? I don't think I've met her before."

"Probably not," says Cooper, and offers up nothing else because his ma's dead and buried and so is the spirit that took her. It's not worth talking about.

Sara's brows furrow a little bit, but she's better at picking up on cues than Graham is, and she doesn't ask after it any further. She just snaps the book shut again and hauls it back up against her chest. "Thanks. For letting me borrow it."

Cooper tilts his head to the side. "Huh? Nah, don't worry about it. You can just keep it. It's pretty useless to me."

"Even though it was your mom's?" Sara questions.

"Yeah, sure. She wasn't really the sentimental kind. And like I said, I don't use it," says Cooper. "S'better if it's just gettin' some use elsewhere."

Estelle jumps onto the back of the couch, and then onto the top of the bookshelf. She winds through the litany of knick knacks and then makes a little jump onto her partner's shoulders. Her eyes are too smart, little pricks of starlight in a sea of black.

She can see things that no witch has any right to see.

Cooper smiles at her, too, and holds out his hand. "S'okay. I know my place ain't much for the likes of you, Miss Estelle."

"It's dirty," sniffs Estelle. She presses her face against the side of Sara's, white fur bending against pale skin. "And you have many things here that do not belong."

"All'a it's my ma's," says Cooper. "I'd tell ya to ask her but - " Another sharp bony shrug. "Can't do that. Guess they'll just have to keep not belonging."

Estelle's tail flicks. "I suppose so."

[kharrisdawndancer]

5 Gifs or Pictures for OC Inspiration - Kharris/Khaeris

Saw this done by someone else (Hello, @arcanist-starweaver!) and thought it looked like fun. Do it if it looks fun!

[starweaving-fairsuns]

The Weakened Mind

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Back in Mereldar, Saedre had retired to the spare room she had been given to live out of during the Consortium’s stay in Hallowfall. Sitting by the soft glow of candlelight, she nursed the jagged and fading claw marks upon both her arm and leg by the kobyss; utilizing the aftercare remedies she had been given to ensure it would not find itself infected. Aveem was all the more eager to assist his mistress however he could, seemingly in shock by her haggard return from assignment after she had left him behind to assist Arondyr with their research. 

The arcanist could still feel the lingering effects of the Light’s gentle touch upon her mending skin long after she dressed her wounds in clean bandages, serving as a reminder that the void had no power over her. And yet, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that loomed over her; a mounting pressure that was almost suffocating. The darkened gem they had found to be the source of the kobyss crazed power lingered heavily upon her, and a familiar voice tapping at the corners of her mind when she had looked into it only made her somewhat paranoid. 

“A reunion wrought by shadows closes in,” the familiar voice of her estranged father whispered to her from the depths of that cursed gem. 

His tone carried an icy edge, mixed with that familiar hubris that always made her feel like she was merely just a mockery there to amuse him. And his face was never too far from memory since the last time they had met. Twisted. Changed by the effects of the void’s influence after his unwavering devotion to it of the years that had passed. Those inky, ravenous eyes seemingly desolate of any other need other than hunger when they turned. A gaze that could make one's mind feel like their own sanity was dancing on the brink of madness.

Iaerian Starweaver’s words continued to repeat in memory as if he were right there whispering it into her ear, “You will join me there.”

Aveem nudged Saedre again and again, trying to get her attention. Staring into the glow of the candle’s firelight, the woman lost all train of proper thought as she found herself lost in memory of the events of the evening. When she had finally come to, the candle had burned about a quarter of the way down and she blinked, another voice falling upon her ears but this one was warm and it was here.

“You’ve the same haunted look I’ve seen time and time again on others,” Arondyr’s gentle voice came from the doorway. He didn’t step a toe into Saedre’s room, his arms folded across his broad chest as he leaned against the frame with a brow quirked softly. “Is everything alright, Lady Starweaver?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. I am fine,” Seadre turned, surprised to see the Arathi man there and her door open, “Didn’t I close that?”

Aveem tried to make himself as small as possible and Arondyr laughed gently at the familiar, “I believe your little friend here sought me out in concern for you. Please do not fault him for it.”

Saedre eyeballed Aveem for a moment before sighing and turning back to Arondyr, forcing a smile, “Well, thank you for indulging him but I am quite alright now. I believe some rest will do me some good is all. Besides, we have a busy schedule tomorrow anyway, do we not?”

“The Void is good at trickery of the mind. You’d do best to remember that here. Especially here,” he nodded to her and stood up straight. “Whatever you think you saw, heard, or felt - don’t feed into it.”

Remaining quiet for a time at the man’s persistence, even if for the sake of Aveem’s concern that pulled him up to her room in the first place, Saedre bowed her head solemnly. She knew this all well enough and yet it still unsettled her how much whatever had called to her knew of her unspoken concerns. It had been only a couple of years since she last encountered her father. That he knew how to locate her. And the void seemed to pick up on the paranoia that followed her at every turn no matter how well she appeared to be moving on with her life. The thought that her colleagues could have been in on it was absurd. Is that how the gem created the internal strife among the kobyss? Playing upon the perceptions of others?

“Are you sure you are alright?” Arondyr’s concerned voice brought her back from the tangled web of thoughts she fell back into. Looking back at him, she nodded, “Nothing a good night’s rest cannot remedy. Go now. You should get some rest yourself.”

“Very well,” he nodded with a skeptic's gaze, reaching for the doorknob and slowly beginning to pull it shut behind him, “I will meet you at the north gate in the morning and we can discuss the plan for the wards then.”

Once he had left, the sorceress let out a loud sigh of relief to be left alone again finally. Giving Aveem the stink eye, she moved to her feet and locked the door to her room, “That was… uncomfortable. Do not do that again.”

[phyghyver]

🤩 Are there people in the RP community that you admire?

Of course and here is a list of people (I'm sorry if I forget people! ) :

@helryder666 @ghawainearcane @arcanist-starweaver @theparkhurstalchemists @thalsianiii @safrona-shadowsun @snowfallen-nymph @sanasunbringer @easternkingdomer @eldridgecandell @ravenquote @ravensteel @darkestfable @videtur-existentia @crimsonparamour @musingzero @olivia-lovecraft @lordebonsteele @fel-over @foxglovethings @monster-of-master @blackenedhelm @belillinafireseeker @zeehva @zeronexfenris @malegarius-alvezir @jinx4karma @igniting-the-dawn @inkedwolf-compendium @wildname @draenei-tales @hazriels @kaelenar @waroftwowolves @laceandhalos @duraxxor @saidelia-draconis

And I guess you want to know why I admire these people? I don't know... but frankly! They're so good! They're talented! I love reading the stories they post, the universe they present to bring their characters to life. Is so inspiring, I admire the imagination they have to write or draw! Frankly I do not regret for a moment to see their posts paraded on my dashboard.

Thank you for sharing your stories and drawings!

[maxparkhurst]

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

Well. First off. You <3 

If I’m being honest, I’m not a big fan of these kind of questions. There are so many people in the RP community who I look up to and I’m torn between making a massive shout-out post or highlighting those who’ve made a recent impact. I never want anyone to feel left out. Everyone who has taken the time to interact with me, or whose writing has crossed my dash, has impacted me and my writing. I admire creators, plain and simple. But on that note, I also want to acknowledge and fully embrace those who’ve made the biggest impact. So...I guess I’ll do both. 

Disclaimer: If you happen to not be tagged in this, know that it’s not because I don’t think you’re dope. Because you are <3 I’m just a derp who has a hard time keeping names straight in my head. So, forgive me. 

<clears throat> To all the following writers, bloggers, creators: You are phenomenal. Seeing your work cross my dash has been the highlight of my year. The talent I’m exposed to is phenomenal and sometimes a bit intimidating. I often find myself with imposter’s syndrome as I sit with all these lovely creators and...Well. Create. So, if ever doubt about your work crosses your mind know that you’ve got an eager fan waiting on the edge of their seat. Big hugs and creative blessings to: @asharinhun @zeehva @renardsnoir @ranekvilmas @arcane-artisan @arcanist-starweaver @lightsong-legacy @dardillien-ward @jocelyn-wellson @melorica @saidelia-draconis @wandering-mesa @octaevia-reeves @unabashedrebel @annaliseharlowe @safrona-shadowsun @risrielthron @newsnerd-ooc @foxglovethings @abighail-stalsworth @ameliarabon @thalsianiii @kyuusei-shadowleaf @mozelledeliond @quai-mason @enigmatic-elegance @alexandria-morrowgrove @alexandriawilliams @merelliahallewell @inkedwolf-compendium @dawncloudrising @ronqueesha @catisawells @darkestfable @lexoncross @taricdarkmorn @twosidedsana @sanasunbringer @fio-renze @bluexepher @blue-eyedraven @alyssa-ward @YOU! CAUSE YOU’RE READING THIS AND I LOVE YOU! 

KEEPING BEING AWESOME, MY DUDES! 

I’ve got another one of these lurking around in my ask box, so I’ll take the time to praise some individuals there <3 Love you all to bits and thanks for the ask!

[ronqueesha]

Share 5 songs that remind me of my WIP/characters:

Tagged by @lookbluesoup​, thank you!

I’m gonna go with my current blorbo of choice, Aunlin Boltwrench.

“How Bad Can I Be?” - cover by Elsie Lovelock. I’m aware of tumblr’s history with this song/character. But stumbling on Elsie’s cover of it really helped crystallize this wow adaptation of my original DnD Aunlin. This new Aunlin is chasing dreams of big business and financial success, and doesn’t care about the ethical/environmental/personal consequences her dreams entail. Trying to sell the world on enslaved demon labor is a tough job, but she’s gonna do it. “The people with the money make this ever-loving world go 'round”

“7 Rings”  - Ariana Grande. Aunlin is just beginning her journey to riches and fame, so she motivates herself by imagining herself in a position as described in this song. This is what she aspires to be with the riches she imagines she’ll get when her business gets big. “I see it. I like it. I want it. I got it.”

“Mine Mine Mine” - cover by Elsie Lovelock. Yes, another animated movie song about greed and money covered by Elsie. Aunlin’s primary motivation, above literally anything else, is to get rich. She thinks selling people the services of enslaved demons is her ticket to becoming the world’s first troll trade princess. “It's gold and it's mine, mine, mine”

“I Want It All” - Queen, cover by Julia Ivanova. Same themes as above, just from a different source. Avarice, ambition, and a very 1980s view of business success is Aunlin’s entire character. “But just give me, what I know is mine”

“More” - K/DA. A song Aunlin shares no matter which version I play. Both the troll and the drow version of the character share this inspiration. I don’t think it’s difficult to guess what theme reminds me of the character. “What’s higher than the top. That’s me”

I’ll tag: @arcanist-starweaver​, @bardofheartdive​, @ulixesstolatuss​, @arcandoria​

[safrona-shadowsun]

What Kind of Beautiful Are You?

Results: Strangely Beautiful

like every time i look at you, and i look at you a lot, i think there's something else gorgeous about you. like i can't pinpoint any one feature that makes me enthralled, but hell i am certainly enthralled. like if we were jogging past each other in the park, i'd stumble just to catch up with you, fall in a face full of leaves to hear you laugh. i want to kiss your knuckles, i want to lay my hand against your beating heart. are we both human?

Tagged By: @hollowed-hound - many thanks!

Tagging: @thefirstperished @zeehva @asharinhun @listener-sangelien @arcanist-starweaver @asharinhun @hazriel @risrielthron @mremaknu @gloamingdawn and you if you'd like!

Take the Test here.