#lorna Crowley

[mylordshesacactus]

[E]

"Logistics forms are driving me gods-damned feral, I was going to walk to the market for some fresh air…” A quick, unsubtle once-over, and Lorna's voice dropped a register. “Unless my queen has need of me.” “That self-centered blueblood?” Tess trailed her fingers lightly over the weathered stone of the keep. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

[blue-eyed-banshee]

I LOVED how they finally touched up on how Genn was consumed by so much rage in Legion. He COMPLETELY forgot about Tess.

Let's be real, Tess would take Lorna as her queen. Bad ass wives deserve it!

[artoriyasart]

Im trying to write a new story but at the moment I am unsure of which ship to feature for a future story. Help a girl out. I'll include pairings I haven't written before or rarepairs that I haven't seen. Some I really didn't know who I'd pair them with and i can only include ten. Can I do more? Hmmm....

I know I mostly write Sylvaina but if you want something different go ahead and vote.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Blizzard brings Tess back, but not Lorna?! especially for the worgen heritage storyline or the reclaiming of Gilneas. Blizzard bring back Lorna "Annie get your gun" crowley!

Wives 

[thasdorah]

darius crowley and edwin vancleef would get along tbh

[gilneasrose]

on one hand: GILNEAS RECLAMATION

on the other hand: where are the worgen. where are the crowleys. why is calia menethil more important here than darius. where is lorna. no alliance races help them?? not even the nelves???

objectively i get what they were going for, and it's well done in that sense. moving the narrative forward, settling that matter and focusing on the greymanes and the narrative involving the forsaken, but they left out so much that should've been relevant there. out of everything, the lack of importance given to the worgen is the worst to me. darius not existing at all in this story hurts me personally

[blue-eyed-banshee]

I can totally see this happened and Lorna just fuming in the background. 

Anduin: Genn, I'm gay.

Genn: Oh cool Tess is gay too. You two should date

Tess: Dad...thats now how gay works????

[kaminokilljoy]

does anyone have any (sfw) drawing ideas for me i have i want to draw or make a collage but i am incapable of having a single thought syndrome 23 dead 23094823 injured

[lauravenart]

Lorna Crowley

"Lorna Crowley is the daughter of Lord Darius Crowley, one of the principal leaders during the Northgate Rebellion. After the retaking of Gilneas City, she joined her father as commander of the Gilneas Liberation Front. When the Burning Legion returned to assault Azeroth, Lorna and Darius joined Genn Greymane on the Skyfire as part of his army forces."

Source : https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Lorna_Crowley

[blue-eyed-banshee]

On the anniversary of her brother's death, Tess leaves out offerings to where he was buried; trinkets, their mother's cooking even just to share what has gone on since his passing.

Tess would be with her father and mother each year and Lorna at her side, who brings something of her own. I'd like to think as children, Lorna spends her childhood alongside the Greymanes and would even try to each Tess to shoot a blunderbuss, which she would fail at first, missing every target but Lorna would help her adjust her stance and aim. Sometimes she would get a little too close to the princess when helping her which made both women blush and Tess would try to brush it off each time.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Smoke billowed around Lorna as fur began appearing on her arms and her hands. and finally.... claws.

Once the smoke cleared, she gazed at Ashe with that same glow of her natural hazel/auburn colored eyes. She stood upright like a human would except on padded paws of a wolf-like humanoid. A worgen.

"I tried to warn you, Ashe." She voice had a rasp to it but still retained her Gilnean account. A smile curled upon her lips, and she still had her blunderbuss in hand at her side. "I... My country men of Gilneas was struck by a worgen curse years ago. I got bit and I've lived as a worgen ever since." She explained, carefully choosing her words so as not to frighten the woman.

Her glowing eyes scanned the other woman's expression and body language, trying to determine what she would do next. This was a habit of hers since she briefly led took up the position of commander during the war between the Forsaken. Where everything changed... Not just for her, but for her kingdom.

The same smoke billowed around her, covering her body before she reverted back to her human half.

"As I have said before, I have that side of me under control. Most who do not, end up loosing themselves to the rage of the Worgen. I know someone who almost did." She explained, her eyes showing a sense of longing upon mentioning Tess.

After a few moments of silence, she finally cleared her throat.

"So... what is this place? It's unlike anything I've ever seen in my years. I don't suppose you have anything strong drink, would you?" She asked, her mind thinking back to Tess suddenly. The two women would often share drinks when she isn't busy with her duties to their homeland.

The woman silently took notice of a dart board with a photo in the middle, a man who had been circled. This made her chuckle slightly and she thought back to when she would often set up targets when she first learned how to shoot. It consisted of mostly pictures of people who she disliked and infurated her.

Lorna chuckled softly, Ashe was definitely a lot like her in regard to her pragmatism when it came to war.

"I already told you this, or did you not listen? I came here through a portal that manifested.

I was out taking one of my mastiffs for a hunting trip when a portal appeared. I didn't see anything on the other side, but I went to investigate it. As I told you, it pulled me here. What more do you want me to say, Ashe? That I'm here for a reason? To harm you when I'm not?"

Lorna's eyes glowed slightly in annoyance, since she was afflicted with the very curse that turned her people into terrifying, rage full beasts; this was how she began to show a warning along with a growl emitted from her chest, low and had really tone to it.

"Forgive me for the..." She said motionong to her eyes. She brought her hand through her black hair with furrowed brows on how to explain what just happened.

"I'm not even where to begin..." Do I just tell her about the Worgen curse? She won't hesitate to pull the trigger right there if I do.

[mylordshesacactus]

Tag Game - Writing Patterns

List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern.

1.Smoke and the sharp tang of blood drifted over Teldrassil. (Reunification, Warcraft)

2. It was a nameless backwater moon in a nameless backwater system, and Ahsoka had never wanted to be anywhere less in her life. (Riposte, Star Wars)

3. Padawan learner Barriss Offee scuffed her heel idly against the duracrete. (When These Moments Have Passed, Star Wars/Fox and the Hound fusion)

4. “Going somewhere, Lady Crowley?” (Shadows and Goldclover, Warcraft, E)

5. It’s a good place for an ambush. (some desperate small creature, Warcraft)

6. Sunrise on Rannoch was—Tali’s chest constricted painfully. (Housewarming, Mass Effect)

7. “Again,” the instructor ordered, voice crisp. (Quicksilver, BG3)

8. The world grows quiet. And their time grows short. (Truesilver, BG3)

9. A boy dreams of a wolf’s whelp. (an unkindness of ravens, Assassin's Creed: Valhalla)

10. FOREWORD (By Miranda Lawson) | In 2196, a young asari named Ashethe Matolis was granted asylum by the Alliance. (257 Years Of Unanswered Correspondence With An Ardat-Yakshi Monastery, Mass Effect)

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I think the most prominent pattern here is that I definitely have a strong preference for opening "with two feet down", as my high school mentor and creative-writing teacher put it. Not necessarily in medias res, though I do love doing that--but immediately grounded, placing the reader IN the scene from the first sentence.

As such a lot of these involve sensory details, an immediate touchstone for the character's physical location or surroundings, or both. The worst thing you can do for immersion is have your reader spend several hundred words either unable to picture the characters in context, or THINKING they're picturing the context correctly and then out of the blue dropping that they're actually somewhere completely different.

(Unless you're deliberately misleading the reader in order to deliver a punchline, obviously, but I think that should go without saying.)

I also tend to make my opening lines direct and to the point, and rarely open a fic with a full paragraph. In order to give the reader that sense of standing on solid ground--essentially of "landing with two feet down," falling into the fic and looking around to see where they are--you gotta give that opening line a little room to breathe.

The only exceptions on this list are 4, 9, and 10, and honestly, only 9 really counts!

-> The structure of 257 Years is an epistolary fic, so it actually IS serving as that immediate sensory grounding--It's establishing from the very beginning the sense that you are, in-universe, picking up a book and opening it to the front page.

-> Shadows & Goldclover is my fun little Tess/Lorna porn, and the setup is in fact that Tess is startling her in the garden. So the initial brief disorientation (I do immediately give some setting details in the next paragraph) is exactly the sensory experience I want my readers to have, it puts them in the same headspace as Lorna

-> Unkindness Of Ravens is, genuinely, one of the best stories I've ever written and I hope people are willing to give it a chance even if they're not really asscreed people--it stands on its own just fine as an exploration of fictional Norse queerness. And in that case, the deliberate sense of....an unmoored, vague, disoriented lack of any solid physical setting, is exactly what I was going for! It's a prophetic vision; it should feel otherworldly. I deliberately avoid giving the reader ANY solid ground until after the scenebreak..at which point they are IMMEDIATELY given sensory details and a place name, because the whole thematic point of the fic is Valka being brought in from the cold and finding acceptance, security, and a place to belong.

[inquestorm]

Tess gets an unwanted gift and Anduin feels like the adult in the room.

I honestly wasn't sure how vicious this story was going to get, but the mood does seem to be leaning more light than dead dove. Even if it'll be a while before Tess admits to enjoying any of this.

Also a welcome to Lorna Crowley onto the cast. I realized that I'd forgotten her when I was putting the main characters together, which was clearly a massive oversight.

[bodies-needs-a-fandom]

Some headcanons abt the detectives bc I'm bored.

(disclaimer: i have not read the comic and don't intend to so if there are any OG bodies stans that know canon facts which dispute any of these headcanons, I want to note that I am only talking about the show here, not the book)

Karl:

Definitely a bi disaster. He has a preference for women, but he's very aware of his attraction to men as well and doesn't see anything wrong with it.

Secretly has a massive sweet tooth, but it doesn't fit his cool-guy vibe so nobody knows about it

If he could wear fishnets and multiple piercings, he would.

He has never liked reading. It isn't his thing, at all - he's always been a very modern person and movies are just so much better. He avoids paperwork like the plague and every time a case requires a lot of reading he considers giving up and cold-casing it just so he can skip the boring research.

If he was ever transported to 2023, he would despise most of it. Mostly the no-smoking rules. But one thing he would like is the rom-coms and the reality tv shows - specifically the awful ones. He likes laughing at people.

Shahara:

Judging by the colorful middle-school-art-teacher outfit vibes, she was very into art - specifically floral impressionistic styles - but had to drop it when she became a mother and a cop. Just didn't have the time

Has been to every pride parade she ever had time for. Probably unlabeled and no gender preference

Was a massive rebel as a teenager. Snuck out to house parties, drank underage, probably faked an ID once or twice. Or three times.

Hates crime mystery novels - not because they're bad, just because she's good enough at her job to be able to easily nitpick the plotholes and immediately guess the killer.

If bodies was a show in her world, she would be a stan. Like she'd have made a whole fan acc and everything.

Alfred:

If he could wear piercings, he definitely would. Not many. He's not that extravagant. But he'd probably have a couple earlobe piercings and he'd usually wear studs or very small hoops, mostly in silver or bronze.

stole his mum's dress as a kid once when she wasn't home. He liked it, but when she found out she was furious and he never did it again.

I think he had a decent relationship with his father at first, but as he grew older and continued to suck at lying his parents Figured Things Out the relationship sort of dwindled. They don't speak now. There was no dramatic moment, but eventually the periods of silence grew longer until they never stopped.

He's very interested in fashion. Goes out of his way to keep up with trends and so on.

Work comes first for him because even though he loves Charlotte and Polly with all his heart, it becomes difficult to pretend around them all the time, and a good case is also good escapism.

During his time deducing The Shake, he accidentally stumbled along a different Shake which meant something else entirely and it all got rather embarrassing from there.

Iris:

had an emo phase, which heavy quotations around 'phase'. The fashion style changed, obviously, but she's still emo in spirit. We all know it.

She probably played the cruellest pranks on Alby known to man. To be fair, Alby fought back just as hard - especially after that one time that Iris accidentally spilled water on his new fancy tech during a prank gone wrong when they were teenagers. THAT did not end well for her and there were definitely a shitton of slugs involved or something equally disgusting

Hates sweets. or sugar in general. Shes a fan of bitter, strong things. Like vodka, probably. Or that 'six-shots-of-espresso-nothing-else' monstrosity Crowley ordered in good omens

Tried to hit on Lorna a couple times early on and when Lorna remained totally oblivious she gave up.

Was really into true-crime stuff as a teenager, but nothing involving terrorists. Ever. For obvious reasons.

She saw Mannix as a sort of father figure for a breif period of time, which is part of the reason she was so loyal to him. Immediately after the incident at the throat in episode 5, she turned her parental figure attention to Shahara.

[drunkenworgen]

Sylvanas

 Her smirk slowly disappeared as memories took Sylvanas by surprised, what she did to their prince. The pain she caused their king. Shaking the thought out of her head, her blue eyes took notice of how the woman before her tensed. Who could blame her for doing so? The former banshee inflicted so much pain on not just the kingdom of Gilneas but seemingly all of Azeroth. “I-” The word died right there in her throat and she wasn’t sure what to even say to the other woman. “I know... what you think of me... but that is not who I am anymore.” She carefully worded what she wanted to convey. “I do not intend to cause you harm, little wolf. I am merely.... trying to correct a wrong..” She said, her eyes drifted to the ground with a remorseful expression. She looked...  tired and weary about everything that had happened before she was made whole. “I do not know why I did what I did... to your people..” She stated before unconsciously fiddling with the sapphire necklace that she always worn around her neck. “I trust my people have cleared out of your city?” She asked, standing tall with her shoulders squared back just like she did when she would train recruits when she was alive. 

"Ah've a few theories on why y'did whatcha y'did. Don' think yeh'd like 'em much," she muttered under her breath, exhaling through her nose in a snort.

The Gilnean didn't care about the former Banshee Queen's remorse. Twice she'd destroyed the home of her and/or her countrymen: Gilneas and Darnassus. A shimmer of violet flashed across her eyes seconds before her body relaxed and a smirk played at her lips.

"No idea, Greymane may 'ave sent summa 'is guard up there t'check, bu' tha' ain' me anymore. Life's much easier when y'don' answer t'authority."

Violet and sapphire eyes flicked over the elf, eyeing the armor and the lack of red in her eyes. She looked like the same Windrunner that had ruined so many lives, but at the same time, she looked different. Smelled different, too. Less death and decay hanging about her.

"Don' call me 'lil' wolf,' y'ain' m'mate. Sylver'll do, 'f y'ave t'call me somethin'."

"Ah... another one of the old wolf's subjects, I take it?" *her lips instinct turned into a fanged smirk*

Gin was hunched over a work bench, adding the final touches to Jackson's new collar when she heard a familiar voice. One that had been the source of nightmares for her and many other for years. Her entire body tensed as she spun to face the undead elf.

"Formerly, anyway," she muttered through clenched teeth. "Wot's it t'ya?"

( @blue-eyed-banshee )

[nattvingen]

*dragging a metal cup against prison bars* s-spare some awooga pls?

Alms incoming! Tho I think you've read all there is to it (for now), but hey!!! It's a pretty decent fic so far!!!

Modern-ish AU, Varian/Genn, ruh-roh he's hot – it's...!

Awooga.

Liam’s car comes to a stop on the driveway and there is a deluge of youths and even a dog pouring out of there, as Lorna has brought the Crowley’s labrador, Donovan, to splash around in the pool before it’s emptied for the fall. Anduin waves happily at them as Liam ambles over to grab a glass of lemonade, taking it with him inside, bag hanging off his shoulder.

“Finals are coming up, and then university applications, dear me,” Mia sighs, watching him go and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“The relentless progress of time, huh?” Varian half-jokes, and she hums an agreement. “He’s a great kid.”

“We’re doing well at this parenting thing, all of us. Speaking of,” she indicates the car pulling up on the driveway at the front of the house with a small smile, and pours another glass. Genn soon slumps into the third chair with a sigh, tugging at his collar.

“Car’s like a damn sauna. Thanks, dear.” He presses the glass against his red face, groaning as the cool condensation contrasts against the sweat.

“Actually drink it,” Mia admonishes, and he laughs and takes a swallow. Varian looks over as he hears Anduin’s peal of laughter, playing tug of war with the dog.

“Mm, that hit the spot. You alright, there?” Genn’s rolling up his sleeves.

“Hm?” Ah, he must’ve looked some sort of way. Mia, too, is looking at him with some concern. “Well. The other night, we had a… difficult talk, Anduin and I. It’s left me a bit rattled, truth be told. Sometimes I’m convinced he’s leagues smarter than me, and no matter how much I want to help there’s things I plain don’t know, you know? I miss his mother the most, times like this.”

He motions to the way Mia is leaning against Genn’s arm in unthinking comfort.

“You’ve no thoughts of remarrying, then?” Genn asks.

Mia throws her husband a sharp look, but Varian only sighs and shrugs.

“I thought of it. Then I thought better of it.”

And now, now that Anduin’s put these thoughts in his head? Would feel a bit like a betrayal of that part of him, if he has one. Not to mention how disastrous his one fresh attempt had been.

“Just saying. A man has needs, it’s only natural.”

“Genn,” Mia shuts him down, and Varian sits silent, turning his glass around in his hand and watching the lone strawberry bob in there.

“Sorry if that’s too personal.”

“Nah. Just… Mostly I worry that Anduin worries about me being lonely. Moving here has been great, but still.”

“He’s a natural caretaker, that boy,” Mia smiles sadly.

“Didn’t get that instinct from me,” Varian replies. “I want him to focus on his own life, on school and friends. Sports, if he can be convinced.”

“Girls?” Genn slyly suggests, laughing when Mia playfully swats at his bare forearm.

Varian laughs along, despite himself.

“Yeah, something like that,” he says, distracted as Genn tips his head back to swallow down the last of his drink, Adam’s apple bobbing. A single drop of sweat seems to follow the motion down his throat.

Ah.

Aw, shit.