#bandortalah

[futurepop]

@bandortalah liked for a starter.

   ❝Look at this!❞ Eve dips into her fingers into the sparkly blue eyeshadow and then rubs it all over her eyelids. ❝Isn’t this the prettiest eyeshadow you’ve ever seen? It’s so glittery!❞

[flyzireael-blog]

@bandortalah     // pre-established plot.

BY THE GODS     what were these creatures? They were unlike anything she had ever seen, unlike anything she had ever fought or even dreamed of. This was a whole new manner of beast, as if they’d come straight from the fiery depths of Hell. Her beloved Zireael was little match for such creatures and that yielded nothing but fear and panic from the Ashen One. Sheathing her weapon, Cirilla chose to run. If she could only escape the horde of grotesque specimens, she’d perhaps have the upper hand and could tackle them one by one. In her attempt to turn on her heels and run, one of the horde laid a claw on her. From shoulder to the bottom of her spine, it raked through soft flesh. Tearing through the skin like a hot knife through butter; pools of sanguine poured from the open wound. Was that really all it took? One lucky lunge with that bastard claw had her almost instantly on her knees. A mighty screech left the Heir’s lips, teeth gritting shortly afterwards. She’d not die here, not now. There was so much she had left to see of the world. 

[thuashdore]

        ❝  you  did  not  have  to  do  this,  you  know?  ❞  it  was  a  rhetorical  question,  for  two  reasons:  one,  because  she  wished  to  fill  the  silence  more  than  anything  else  (  such  was  in  her  nature  ),  and  two:  because  she  already  knew  that  the  other’s  answer  would  be  something  pertaining  to  their  insistence.  still,  she  anticipated  an  answer  regardless,  though  did  not  hope  for  an  outcome  any  different  to  the  one  she  had  already  envisioned.

        she  pressed  the  dampened  towelette  to  her  face,  pressing  gently  and  keeping  her  hand  there  only  to  ensure  it  would  remain  where  it  needed  to  be.  fortunately  Lovetz  had  not  drawn  blood  this  day,  though  she  did  have  quite  the  bruise  forming  across  her  pale  complexion.  in  that  short  time  she  had  already  revised  her previous  query  internally.  after  taking  a  pause  to  sip  at  the  drink  her  host  had  provided  (  she  showed  her  gratitude  with  a  smile;  as  best  as  she  could  muster  ),  she  spoke  again:

        ❝  I  mean  to  say:  it  was  an  argument;  nothing  more.  I  should  not  have  provoked  him  as  I  did.  it  will  be  fine,  once  the  pain  dulls.  ❞

@bandortalah  //  for  modern

[gellintalah]

“ that’s the smile i was hoping to see… ”

after the damage meme

    🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ What a smile indeed. The wicked curve of her lips only grew larger, more defined, as she twisted and pushed the blade deeper into her enemy. Sylvanas was proud, much more proud than was good for her. She’d underestimated her, allowed her to get too close, and now… “Even you can die, Sylvanas.” Came the words from her lips, yanking her serrated blade from the wound, watching the dark blood seep from it. “And you had to know that we would come for you,after what you’ve done.”

[ebonbladed-blog]

🔥

Nonverbal RP starters || Accepting

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

 He seemed to freeze as she approached, those blue eyes watching her as if she were the only thing in the room. A mixture of terror, hate, arousal, and affection blossomed in his chest, almost threatening to make his heart stir. Pallor lips pulled thin as she stopped before him, looking down at her as if expecting...something. Anything. He couldn’t tell with Sylvanas. Would she lash out at him, or caress his skin? Tear it from his limbs? She had done all of them before, and he found that her touch was intoxicating, no matter the reason. She had been the only touch he had for many years, how could he not grow to adore it?

Claws seized the collar of his armor, the plate clinking as she yanked him down so that they were barely parted. Blue eyes stared into smoldering red, and he found himself at peace. For now. That cool blood began to heat, just the slightest was as magic burned through his veins, drawing him into the arousal of the living. After a moment, his arms curled about her, resting on the wide flare of her hips. In life, he had admired her, both as a warrior, and as one of beauty. In death, he could not escape her. And he enjoyed that.

[steelnutsack-blog]

@bandortalah

“wow! you don’t scare easy. i love that.  but that fucking stink eye you’re givin’ me?  i can’t have that shit.”

[spectrisconsarcio]

@bandortalah “You’re getting cold,” he muttered against the space behind her ear, one hand raising and breaking contact with her only to drizzle more blood over her from the pail next to the tub. It, too, had already begun to cool with exposure to the air. Unfortunate, he grumbled. Human was too thin and light to facilitate a bath. “Poor choice.”

[khazun-blog]

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

they  were  all  DEAD.  the  entire  crew  gone.  in  one  fell  swoop,  the  dominion  has  eradicated  the  marines  that  the  she-orc  was  responsible  for.  her  duty  was  to  lead  them   ─   PROTECT  them   ─   &  ensure  that  the  covenant’s  goal  would  come  to  fruition.  but  at  what  COST?  all  she  had  to  do  was  wait  for  reinforcements  &  they  could  have  been  saved  yet  her  impatience  became  her  downfall  when  she  urged  everyone  to  enact  a  surprise  attack.  the  dominion’s  forces  were  too strong,  resulting  in  disastrous  CASUALTIES  in  her  crew.  fathers  &  sons.  daughters  &  sisters.  the  weight  of  their  deaths  was  heavy  upon  yatul’s  shoulders  &  the  consuming  GUILT  was  something  she  would  have  to  bear  for  the  rest  of  her  life. ❛   yes   ─   &  i  am  ASHAMED  of  it.   ❜ 

MAD  DISRESPECT   /   accepting   /  @bandortalah

[tomahowl]

                  “How far can you shoot?”

          He’s referring to the magnificent bow strapped to her back.  Was that the way to address someone who was considered a QUEEN? Perhaps not, but Gedon was never good at addressing ‘authority figures.’ Perhaps it was because he’d had far too many negative run-ins with those who held power.  But then again, he had not met many WOMEN with power outside of his tribe.  The world outside his people was an idiotic one— Deciding one’s worth and capabilities based on sex.  He grunts disapprovingly at the thought, not at all considering what implications his noise and facial expression might hold.

                   “I, too, choose to wield a bow.  But I am not fearful of close combat.  Are you?”

@bandortalah

[gellintalah]

❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜  

milk & honey

   🗡｡･:*:･  “That doesn’t make you entitled to get what you want.” Her words were spoken with venom. Sylvanas was the queen of hatred, but Nanthis Thundersnow had some hatred herself to be rivaled. Especially after everything that had happened. “You don’t get to destroy people, just because you were destroyed. Surprise, your highness, a lot of people died. You’re not special.” She laughed, then, her weapons gripped tightly in her hands, her eyes searching for guardsmen, her mind waiting for the opportune moment to s t r i k e. “You’re just a bitch.”

[ebonbladed-blog]

Flirt: you’re so much hotter covered in blood

Flirt with Koltira! || Always Accepting

The glowing blue eyes of undeath seemed to flicker at her words, pallor lips pulling thin. A slight twitch in his limbs caused his fingers to clench, almost as if expecting her to start letting his blood to get the sight she desired. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Quickly, he schooled his body story stillness, a smile curling his lips as he looked upon the Banshee Queen. Oddly enough, the words had provoked a pang in his chest, almost like his heart skipping a beat, which was strange for his heart beat no longer. 

“If it is not my own blood, then I will gladly wear it.” Her approval was...desired. The benefits of that approval were desired. And he couldn’t stop himself from wanting that.

[akumeis]

not a moment too soon does a hand raise from its previous place of lingering before parchment && take between pointer && thumb the bridge of his nose. the male emits a groan as eyes close && head bows ever so slightly. he hates to acknowledge it, often opts to work through it to the BEST of his ability, but he feels a bit of a headache coming on.

if only that could be surprising to those who knew him best. forgoing basic needs in order to have more time to mill over paperwork && yet another tome read many a time before, aymeric ?

typical.

his head throbs && only when the congregation is entered by yet another unfamiliar face ( what could you expect, when situated right aside the forgotten knight ? no one could be faulted for ending up here instead ) can pry his attention from the sensation.

❛ i do not suppose you’ve any business here ? pray forgive me if that is an incorrect assumption. ❜

@bandortalah. // liked for a starter.

[4thdevil]

20, 25, 28 !

                                                     munday .  /  accepting .

# 20 . 3 things that make me happy .

1 . anything relating to music . whether it be choir , dance , creating random harmonies on the spot , theater , anything that deals with music really puts me at ease .

2 . space related things . growing up i spent a lot of time stargazing when i couldn’t sleep and normally my dog , who is still with me (

3 . having fun , just in general . being it at a party , an amusement park , going out with friends or even family . i just love spending time with people , more than i like to lead on . 

# 25 . my favorite holiday .

silly , of course , but i love christmas . it’s the one time i see everyone actually take time to spend time with friends and families . i feel it to be the most warmest time of the year and it leaves me feeling hopeful for the new year , it reminds me that people can still be good to one another despite the months prior . it’s kind of what makes me believe in the good of others , despite their actions .

# 28 . a confession . 

i know that i’ve fucked up a lot . i’ve let other people influence my way of thinking as well as letting it control my anxiety . and i know i’ve let myself down many times by letting this happen , i know i’m known to let my heart speak for me many times when i should let my mind do the talking . but i know i can do better for both myself as well as those around me , so i’m going to do just that . and better myself because i know i deserve that much .

[sanguineconsecration-blog]

⅀ do it you wont youre scared

lightless;; so after dead emo dad shitstomped the last Elven stronghold of Eversong Woods the dead emo-ness of the entire situation kinda rubbed off on Liadrin and she decided the light wasn’t shit but hoes and tricks and gave up on the whole “priest” thing and picked up a sword, being emo and dead (inside) she sat around in a decrepit mansion dunking on undead in attempts to feel better about life, all the while her dealer anonymous donor kept her supplied with arcane sources to feed off of.

   Eventually (half) the city was rebuilt, and not-dead (yet) phoenix dad sent a set of holy wind chimes back to Silvermoon and Liadrin dominated aforementioned holy wind chimes until it gave her that shitty light power that turns out is kinda useful. And that’s how Liadrin became a paladin.

[aetherilily-blog]

   @bandortalah liked for a starter

   ‘ Sylvanas! ‘ Raised voice carried out the call of attention towards the leader of the Horde. It was Sylvanas herself whom had called the Death Knight here, to speak face to face after their paths had crossed before in the past. Perhaps it was the wonder that fluttered within her mind that had brought her here despite knowing that there was possible trouble awaiting her just for being present in a territory where her faction was not welcome.      Glowing blue examined the room around her, the old throne room surrounded by ruin of a fallen city, large pointy ears twitching at the sound of foot steps echoing in the halls. The Under city was a place she knew very little of, the sight of it alone causing lips to form a frown at the assumptions her mind had processed but those were quick to subside when finally laying eyes on the woman she had been waiting for.      ‘ When do you plan to tell me why it is you called me here, hmm? You were vague when our paths crossed last. ‘ Perhaps too vague...