#WoD AU ish

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The gates to Arcadia were never meant to be closed. Towering spires made of dreams and that which time had forgot wove together to make a barrier of unfathomable weave, thick with want and desire. Deadly in its seduction for things one could never obtain, it swallowed trespassers in a maze of there own fallacies. A price was never to high to escape. Few did. The gates were meant to form a thorny warning to those who seek the keeper of dreams, a being so powerful it was known only as the Wyld. The world had once headed the Wyld, its call seductive, promising everything if you were willing to sacrifice. Its places were sacred, its laws ever changing and absolute. Then man decided they didn't need to fear, they had fire, they had stone, they had the power to combine, adapt. The adaption was, as all dreams knew, the issue.

Humans forgot where the adaption came from. They made up names for it. Names they controlled. Names that did not change. And then, to the determent of all, they tried to control the dream itself. All the fragile human world suffered, and still they did not know why. They did not understand the agony of nightmares unchecked, of trying to reach thrugh the glittering spires of unpronounceable things. They did it because they forgot there place. Mortals, all mortals, die. Death is not to be feared. Only the unmaking, where one is considered to the very smallest thing. One was ether adjusted, or broken. Broken things went into the belly of the Wyrm. Adjustments were painful, but worthy of the time. The unmaking of a being touched everything except the first dream. Even then, the first dream was not immune to the sundering. When humans forgot mortality and empathy, when they filled the land with excuses, the gates closed, and the dream - that ephemeral thing exploring the world its own matter created - was broken into many beings. Immortality could no longer remember its own name. Its cost was horrendous. It broken form glittered into pieces. Those locked in Arcadia were called elves by most, fey by some who knew better, but they had an older name. Something so horrifyingly pure it resonated in the spirit of everything. Those unfortunate enough to be stuck in the material world lost much of there sparkling power. They diminished, until at last they too became bound to the cycle of remaking. They would live lives only they knew, and they would live as mortals; they would die. They would be torn apart in the great belly of the Wyrm, finery shredded for parts to bolster other failing dreams. All there parts would come out the other end as glittering bits for the Wyld to mold, the Weaver to put together. The cycle would begin again. The noble fey - those dreamed elves for there ever glowing beauty - were not so fortunate on the material side of Arcadia. They had but one life, and if the mortal shell died... Otherwise, they were functionally immortal. They did not age, or loose control of there bodies and minds such as humans did when the end was near. For this they paid dearly. Boredom, that horrid, soulless ennui, would normally take a fey into a depression spiral the likes of which bolstered less scrupulous mental health professionals to great wealth. At worst it would sleep the soul inside the fey until it could be awoke by something that called to its very essence. Unless you were a noble. A noble made sure they had someone to talk to. Someone to get them out of there hideous spiral before it caused them to die. No one wanted the shame of dyeing of boredom. Literally. Which, Victor thought, was exactly why it was a very good thing he was on the correct side of Arcadia. It had been eons since the gates of Dream had cracked open just that tiny bit. Humans had learned to touch the sacred shield. Or, as they called it, the moon.

The day the gates opened just that touch, most of his people stayed put, fear etching there perfect visages. Victor had moved. He had gathered the Lord of the Winter Sun, dreamed from all the things that made mortals worthy of exhalation, made them heroes, and set out to see just what had become of that ever exciting place where things constantly moved and dreams were slow to change. Maybe the place would allow Victor to smile, to feel something other than cold duty.

The mortal realm had smelled. Bad. It was wet and dry, and it consumed things with its fleshy bits rather than sipping the nectar of its spirit to sustain. It had an abundance of everything, and so many broken beings, Victor began to wonder if it was worth peaking thrugh at all, let alone the day trip. Then, tragically, the doors to Arcadia began to shut again. He was propelled bodily thru the thin cracks still remaining, landing as a most elegant heap on the other side. But the doors were closing faster than they had opened, and his trusted knight remained on the wrong side of the gates, his dark eyes seeming to say it was okay. This is what he was made for. To protect. He was the Hero, and Victor was the Winter King. When it came down to it, Victor mattered more to natures balance than a mere dream of humanity, no matter how many tales had been woven into the Hero's being. Victor knew this. Victor could rationalize this. Victor was made of wondrous things, and all of them cried out in broken agony. He could feel something inside crack. He knew what fate waited for fey on the material side of the gates. How was he going to face what waited for him in the Shimmering Cascade? How would he face Yuri? His cousin was going to gut him.

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It’s night and I’ve got my window cracked. it’s just started raining again… that smell of ozone catapulted me into a wings of desire au mindset.

I’ve been having a hard time getting back into writing it (I’ve been on such a roll with my 1930s au) but that small little reminder has given me hope :’) I’m not going to push writing any more of WoD AU, but it’s cooking. Slowly.

[vaesha-draecon]

I think one of the main reasons I'm revamping my stuff surrounding Sallaria and her family is not only did I write/come up with the basis around 2011-ish, but a lot of it were ideas that my toxic ex helped me build upon, thus a few characters and arcs were largely from him.

it's most likely why I stopped writing the story around WoD-ish because I didn't feel comfortable. A lot of Niros's characterization and obsession was -his- idea and I felt uncomfortable. So in a way, this is me healing from that.

Especially with Shad'ara and Lur'kai. Me having her be with him was my own thing. She was originally going to be with my Ex's character and me pairing her up with Lur'kai (who I made to be a major dick) was my one bit of freedom.

and after we broke up, I shelved Sallaria and her story arc with Shad'ara, Lur'kai, ect. Then when the Void elves came by and I decided to make Sallaria into a Void elf I got -some- interest back, but until recently I felt that was more as an AU than a set-in-stone idea

So me, revamping my OG character and her story-arc is me taking the toxic old storyline that I really had no control of, and regaining my control. So if I start posting snippets of the new story, I'm not sorry.

[cinnaminsvga]

wait how long is it till 7:30pm

in six-ish hours!!

Anonymous said: How many churros wod I need to bribe you with for a somewhat happy ending 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

none because the ending is already set in stone!!

Anonymous said: also what happened to jimin in this au u haven't mentioned that fucker in a while

he’s coming!! he’s in the back burner with jin + namjoon hehehhehe

Anonymous said: lol the last time i heard beard was back in my directioner life with larry

HJASHDJHASD I’M CRYING BECAUSE S A M E

Anonymous said: U CAN'T COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING CALLED DEMONIC IF UR LIKE THIS ZEE IT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS IT BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES

wdym?? i’m angelic!! 😇 patron saint of angst and confusion!! 

[aileenoor]

18. August - Bailar

Hüt hemmer frei gha. Bin usgschlofe gsi & ich und d Harper hend eus am 10ni - ide heisse Sunne - uf de Weg nach "Playa Carrillo" gmacht. Es ish en 25 minütigi Velofahrt. Bin susch ja ned so, aber es ish aso extrem astrengend gsi. Det acho hemmer en schöne Strand atroffe, sehr ruhig und wenig Lüt! Mir sind go Bade, hend gsünnelet und ich han s erst mal im Lebe en Sunnebrand becho 😂. Zum Zmittag hemmer Burger gässe.... seeeeehr traditionell... 🌝 Geg di 2 het s Wetter gwechslet und Wolke sind ufzoge also hemmer üs uf de heiweg gmacht. Mir sind de in Samara i 2 verschiedeni Bars go früschi Fruchtsäft trinke und hend en neue Hotspot gfunde wo eus sehr gfalle het. Churz vor de 7 hemmer üs uf de Heiwäg gmacht. Dehei hani noch em Zmacht Lego gspielt und gmolet - mit em Chline, verstoht sich! 😍 Und uf di 9.20 hani mit de Harps zum usegah abgmacht. Mir sind i die üblichi Bar Olas am Strand gange - mir sind bald stammchunde - und hend eus super mit em Barteam verstande. Sie hend üs Shots und Bier spendiert & denah simmer all zemme ine lokali Bar gange. Mir heisst: Ich, d Harper, de José, d Isabella (Frau vode Sushibar) und ihre Sohn. I wüsst ned weni so viel Spass gha han bis jez. Ide Paraiso Bar hend Ticos und Ticas zemme tanzt, salsa, merengue und vieles meh... do han i mich mit mine wenige Tanzkünst fast sho gschämt! Aber de Lüt ish das egal. La Pura Vida! Nach em Paraiso - ziemlich guet betrunke - simmer id Arriba Bar wod Post abgange isch. Mir hend tanzt, drunke, gred und viel viel glachet. Geg die 2 bini de aber gnueg bachet gsi und alli usser de José hend sich uf de Heiweg begeh. D Isabella vom Sushi-Stand (37, ihre Sohn 20) het mich und d Harper iglade zu sich hei zum Früehligsrolle esse zmitzt ide Nacht. 😍😍😍😍😍 Esssseeeeen, sie het mi knackt! 😆😆 Für de Heiweg (zu ihne) hemmer chönne vore ufs Velo höckle, mir hend alli nüme chöne vor lache! Ununterbroche für 10 Minute hemmer eus todglachet. D Isabella isch en extrem herzlichi Frau und es mega cools Mami, i mein sie gaht voll mit ihrem Sohn go rave!! 😆😆 I wüsst nöd ebi ellei guet dehei acho wär & d Harps glaubs au, daher bini mega froh gsi hend d Isabella und ihre Sohn eus heibegleitet. I bi i mis Bettli gschwanket und sofort igschlofe. 🦋 Mission Erfolgreich!

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perpetuuity replied to your post: Allow me to be self indulgent for a moment...

[whispers: my trunks in ffxiv is a miqo…]

do NOT get me started in xiv ho boy you are not prepared

i have link (miqo), saria (lalapotato), and kairi (au ra) and a fourth blank alt and uuugggh i might have to turn it into goten

but like okay good like the whole au ra = dragon thing (plus the au ra = aura) does kinda fit with saiyans ish??? tbqh??? but nah miqo'te fit them so much more.

but bRUH i love this game so much and I just love working other canon characters into the lore and there's so mUCH in xiv that would be amazing with dbz lore like the whole heavensward and dragonsong and then the WoD vs the WoL and

my heart

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rueitae replied to your post: ok ok ok ok wow au briefly revisited. long...

Also you can answer the question of which lion Anduin would pilot on the flips side- if any ��

hmm that is a tricky one.

if we’re talking MOP era anduin then there’s no way black’s picking him, anduin’s just ‘anduin u lil shit’ at that stage. he’s not commanding anyone without literal mind control.

MOP and prior era anduin, honestly, is probably green. he’s so fucking nosy and curious and inquisitive it’s incredible. at the age of 10-ish he wanders off with the alliance PC (who can range from a noble space goat to an undead werewolf to a nigh-immortal elf who can turn into a bear to a demon summoning gnome) to investigate a literal world-ending death cult against his father’s orders and isn’t really shaken by finding their gruesome altar in the heart of his city. IIRC he asks the PC to help when they’re supposed to just be taking him around stormwind as a tour thing because nobody else is helping him out thanks to the infiltration into the upper guards by said death cult. he takes matters into his own hands for knowledge, even as a little brat.

in MOP he takes advantage of his ship being sunk by the horde - and being captured by them and then escaping them - to explore the ‘new’ continent of pandaria. he straight off wanders into the jungle, alone, very deliberately rejecting his father’s wishes for his guards to return him home safely. that’s also pretty adventurous.

he vanishes from relevance in WOD and in legion he’s forced into that position of leadership, he has to be responsible for so many lives etc etc. legion anduin, or more likely bofa anduin, might be worthy of black.

until then imo he’s green as all hell. but that’s assuming he’d out-pidge pidge and uh no.

[aileenoor]

16. August 2017 - Yoga class

Sodeli, hüt bini mal wieder pudeli munter ufgstande und am 7.30 am Strand mit eim vode Surflehrer go Zmorge esse - ne es isch kes date oder so gsi. 😊🌝 Denah bini am Strand umeghanget und han d Ufzgi gmacht. Bald scho ish es 9.45 gsi und d Yoga class het agfange - dasmal ohni d Harper. S het mer no gfalle & (Ladina falls das liesisch) ich bewundere dich dass du da regelmässig machsch, das ish ja mal des Todes atrengend und die Verrenkige uh jesses … aber es het mir natürli gfalle und d Lehrerin het na so beruhigend Gsunge, Xylophon gspielt, Duftstäbli la brönne und eusi Stirn mit so organischem Duft-Öl igschmiert. Im Hintergrund hend d Welle gruschet und de Wind het fiin zoge. Ish mega cool gsi und wirdi bestimmt mal wieder mache.

Uf di 11. bini mit de Harper und de Gwen de gschwind go bädele, bevor mir zemme Zmittag gesse hend ime herzige Resti. Uf di 1 bini id Schuel und plötzli hets in Chüble afo rägne. Aber würkli so viel Räge hani nonie erlebt. Es het so fest gregnet, dass d Strosse teilwies wie en chline Fluss gsi sind und die schlaglöcher wod somit nümme gsesch sind ufem Velo also sehr unberechebar. Hans de aber doch heigschafft, au wenni pflotschnass gsi bin. 5 minute nachdemi dehei acho bi, hets ufghört regne und d Grille hend afo zirrppziiirp. Friedlich!! Sehr friedlich. Für spöter hani mit de Harper abgmacht… weiss aber nonie wie wenn wo. Weiss nume was… Una serveza.. o dos…. 🍻