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✉ Say something nice about someone you follow!
@vaesha-draecon is a horrible influence that has caused this entire mess of a blog to exist. She’s amazing and honestly one of the most creative muns I’ve met and continues to inspire me even after all this time.
@crusader-allura Is beautiful and amazing and deserves a shout out for having an amazing OC. She deserves so much love because people are being stupid to her and I will fight them all off with my bare hands if I have to.
@corruptedones honestly I don’t think we’ve ever RPed but I will follow her always because I love reading about her beautiful world and unique OCs.
@icecrowning I love you boo, and all of our ridiculous talks and the situations we’ve come up with.
@beloris @crownofstormwind @archmage–khadgar @i-phoenix @kiyastraza @nightmare-of-the-storm @brothersindeath @hatedinlife @halforc-mercenary @calvaluna @ladyjainaproudmoore @mxrtyred @alightborn
^^^ They are all amazing people and I’ve had such amazing threads with them.
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→ KALGERY GOLDBUCKLE / GOBLIN SHAMAN
A SINGLE FATHER OF TWO TWIN GIRLS, mr. goldbuckle is a bilgewater goblin & something rare amongst his people : a GENUINE SHAMAN. after an incident with his daughters at the beach, he sought to respect & honour the elements however possible. his girls, a frost mage & a tinker, have learned this from him as well.
after the escape from kezan & joining the horde, mr. goldbuckle brought his girls to a guild for ease of finances & to learn more from the shamans among the orcs, trolls & tauren. although he had great potential to become among the world’s most powerful elemental shamans, he kept to restoration & sadly could not pursue much between taking care of his girls & healing & becoming a doctor for his guild.
in the final months of the events of CATACLYSM, kalgery goldbuckle SACRIFICED HIMSELF to protect others from the forces of the TWILIGHT’S HAMMER, leaving his girls orphaned and his guild short of a healer. had he survived to see the events of LEGION, he would have surely been a FARSEER OF THE EARTHEN RING.
#decaybringer#→ 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢? { ooc. } 💀#→ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚡 ; 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑? { ask. } 💀#→ 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ; 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐! { mun art. } 💀#he is a very stressed gob. with premature greys & a divorce.#but he is a v good gob. or at least#was. then he died. :'3
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🔥 on warcraft rp in general
█ ☽ │— Send me a “🔥“ for an unpopular opinion.| accepting
it 👏 is 👏 okay 👏 to 👏 take 👏 rp 👏 seriously 👏
Fiction =/= unimportant. It bugs me to no end when I see people making fun of other RPers for “taking it too seriously” or rattling off about how “it’s just pretend” “its just a game” “its all fake”. Like yeah no shit. I don’t doubt that people cross the line, I’ve done it too & it’s not something I condone. But in terms of most RP, check out bleeding. It’s a common RP phenomenon that happens across LARP, D&D, and even WoW RP, where you feel emotionally tied and connected to the character you are writing.
But RP is a hobby, and like any other hobby, you can get really seriously into it. There’s nothing wrong with being serious about your RP or being upset when something goes wrong. It’s natural. RP is so great because you can do so much with it and literally go so in-depth as to make your own worlds. Tell me that ain’t something to take seriously.
Yes you can cross the line, and there are people who definitely get way too OOCly heated or angry or abusive over IC situations, but come on my dudes. RP is a dear hobby and activity to most of us here. If we were musicians, we’d be damn upset if we fucked up a big performance. Why is it unacceptable for this? Why do people get hate for being emotional about RP? It’s something a lot of us work hard to implement and it’s something that for a lot of us is a great escape. Something interesting and fun to do on our downtime. I know that when Conjury gets upset or hurt, I feel that to some level. It hurts me, because she is important to me. As long as I don’t separate the OOC/IC line, I’m fine with that. I mean I bawled my eyes out at the red wedding scene, and that’s fictional too.
Imo the only time taking RP seriously becomes an issue is when people start to become OOCly abusive and vitriolic over things that aren’t that big of a deal. Your character cheated on mine? That blows and I’ll be OOCly hurt by it, but it’s RP and I won’t hate you for it because I know it’s a fictional situation. You OOCly go around my back to try and sabotage my RP/character/guild? Well then we have something to talk about.
There are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Obviously. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t get really seriously into your RP and your writing. That’s pretty dope and I applaud people who put that kind of work and thought into their stuff.
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➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?
We’re similar enough in our mannerisms and love of puns that I can be myself for the first time ever, without being bullied and abused for being weird.
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@decaybringer ;; starter call
“You’ll have to forgive my dragonhawk,” Beloris says, drawing the reigns back lightly and placatingly. “He gets a tad...nippy around certain peoples.”
#//hello!! I hope this is okay 'v'#since we've never really interacted I wasn't sure what else to do so it's kinda short whoops#decaybringer
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"I suppose it is not... awful." The brightly-patterned rabbit in Thassarian's hands might as well give itself into cardiac arrest. It did not seem very far from it, in any case -- it's heart thumped against its chest incessantly, against his fingers, arousing some vicious hunger within him, as it would have any death knight; something he was able to suppress quite well, at least for the time being, if only because this was a Noblegarden rabbit, and surely those were special? Well... It was certainly acting like a rabbit.
The little thing twitched and occasionally thumped it's leg against his chest plate, but seemed otherwise entirely paralyzed, nose flickering unevenly as it took in the frigid air of Acherus. It was a wonder it hadn't died since stepping foot on the necropolis in the first place, whether by shock or the cold or the foul scent that hung around the dead.
Special, indeed.
He turned it over once, glancing at the San'layn, as if seeking her opinion on the matter of the living creature he inadvertently tormented.
"...How do we know they haven't just dyed the fur of a white hare?"
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█ ☽ │— the salty af munday meme | accepting☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?
I honestly can’t even believe this happened so frequently but;; I RP’d a bartender a while back who was kind of disfigured and ugly, and there were so many instances (I literally had a running tally it happened so damn much) of people who just ruined the RP in favour of their own edgy badassery.
They’d come into the bar, blatantly insult my character (to seem tough & cool??? idk what they were thinking but w/e) or just be generally rude as fuck, and then she’d respond with the very expected and realistic “Um fuck you go to another place I’m not serving your rude ass??? What the hell?”, and they’d g-mod around me, because how dare!!!
The amount of “____ jumps over the bar and grabs a bottle and then leaves” (note all of the action being done in one emote to remove any possible retaliation from me) or “_____ reaches over and grabs a bottle” or “_____ holds out a gun. ‘Give me booze’.” is just insane. Like unbelievably insane.
And 5/10 times I’d whisper them a real well deserved “wtf are you doing”, I’d get something along the lines of “Well she should have given __ a drink it’s her job”. The other 5 times I got no response, or “it’s just RP calm down”.
Don’t do stupid shit and then g-mod your way around consequences. I can’t believe this is something that still needs to be said. This is the sole reason I stopped bartending and it bugs me still so much because I genuinely enjoyed it and it was the bulk of that characters RP, and some of the most fun I’ve had RPing. But that just happened way too often and ruined the fun. Don’t do that shit. If your character is an asshole, expect them to be treated as such and don’t cry about it.
#decaybringer#█ ☽ │ 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 [ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ]#[ can u tell im still super salty about this ]#[ because i am ]#[ so salt ]
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Anders was no stranger to darkness. Between the darkness around him and the darkness inside him, dealing with darkness was easy.
What wasn’t easy was dealing with this new darkness. These... beings were dark and demonic, but seemed peaceful. They farmed, had families, and Anders couldn’t understand where he was or what these demons were planning. If they were even demons in the first place.
He had been hiding in the forest outside of a nearby demonic settlement (the thought of which still sent confused, disgusted shudders down his spine) for several days now. Despite being used to a lack of food, he was growing hungry and decided that perhaps it was best to ask someone for the slightest bit of help.
“Where can I buy food around here?” He asked the first person he saw: a young woman, he assumed, wearing dark silk robes. “And what is the currency?”
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“Flattery will get you everywhere”
Zaznoba knew the San'layn did not like her. It didn’t take a genius…but here she was, face to face with thelittle, willowySan'layn, defying her height and strength with all that she was. There was always more to the San'layn than met the eye, and the Decaybringer was no exception.
Break her, wound her, love her, His voice demanded: to Him they were all the same.
“Decaybringer. Your martial beauty is both defying and intimidating. Had I a heart, the sight of you berzerking would make it skip a beat.”
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*places a crown of rotten flowers on his head*
Flowers – ?
Bestowed upon him by another undead, no less.
A tentative, cold hand reaches up to delicately brush the brittle petals, and he nearly seems to tilt his head, his harsh gaze softening into mild confusion – if not appreciation. They must’ve looked terribly silly, something so fragile and lovely on Thassarian’s grizzly countenance, but he made no move to remove them. He merely allows his arm to drop back to his side, lest he somehow harm the dead blossoms by his gentle touches.
Something short of bashful passes his features.
“Ah…”A genuine smile.��Thank you.”
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█ ☽ │— For every ✘ I get, my muse will reveal one thing that frightens, disturbs, or disgusts them. | accepting
❛ Many women around here tend to think pants are optional. It’s degrading and nothing anyone wants to see. It makes me gravely uncomfortable. ❜
#decaybringer#█ ☽ │ 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 [ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃᶰᵒᶰ ]#[ in which conjo is a 90 year old conservative grandma ]
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decaybringer replied to your post: we make it a guild but which one of us is the GM and which one of us is the salty co-GM who has direct the activity and raids?
i’m the salty one because i always order peasants to gather stuff for me, and in return i bestow upon them some legendary items. the joys of being a questgiver.
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There was one thing about the Shore that drove Zearis mad. It was never truly quiet. If it was just the shifting of his armor or the trotting of his stead, he could handle it, but on the Broken Shore, if it wasn’t the distant screeching of a fel bat, it was the mournful moan of a lost soul.
He tried to tune it out, instead focusing on his destination. He had been sent by the Sanctum to rescue prisoners and clear out demons.
A gargle caught his attention, however. Pulling on his reins, he commanded his horse to pause. Zearis climbed down and neared the sound, a hand reaching over his shoulder to rest on the hilt of his two handed sword as he got closer to the source.
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💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
For one, she actually rarely says it first, if at all. Elyanthe actually truly hates interacting with others. She’d much rather spend her time at home studying. One of the ways she says “I love you” is by relaxing in a room while she reads. She does this often with her husband. Admittedly, she’s also conjured up a mirror image to cuddle with him while she studies (He was well aware of it). Lastly, she’s been researching time spells to extend one’s age. She wants her husband to live much longer, as he’s human and she’s a night elf.
She also says she loves him by saving his ass when plans go south.
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🐻- Did they have a favorite teddy bear/stuffed animal?
“ No not really, he had been given a stuffed lion when he was younger that he enjoyed for a while, but he much preferred to carry around small portrait of his mother. ”
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👀 + Decaybringer ( can well be platonic )
send me 👀 + a ship & i’ll give you 3 headcanons! - still accepting
1. Unexpected PvP
Due to being incarcerated almost immediately after Arthas’ death for a few weeks (as well as recognizing her from when she and Thassarian slew Valanar), Zoen at first mistakes Aenys as belonging to the Scourge and attacks her. Highlord Mograine intervenes before anyone dies. While Zoen never exactly apologizes for the situation, she does end up giving Decaybringer with an ornate golden necklace she snatched from a Stormwind noble a few days later.
2. Dog People
Misery and Tiris have something of a friendly rivalry going on between them. They have a tendency to roughhouse and chase each other, as well as play tug-of-war with bones and scraps.
3. Arthas Ruins Everything
In Legion, Zoen and Decay are not exactly on the best of terms with each other, due to Zoen’s horrifying alliance with Arthas.
#sorry these are kind of short#after they interact a bit more I'm sure I'll have better ideas#//#decaybringer#'ooc. ghost in the machine. asks.'#'r. you are not a human being. zoen mith.'#'r. a wolf at your door. tiris.'#'m. the lies i weave are oh so intricate. headcanons.'
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