#safrona shadowsun

[caladhel-iarian]

THE OTHER MOTHER - Part 4

@safrona-shadowsun - Part 4. We're in the homestretch now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[handhourgalleries]

Recent art for my warlock Safrona I finished. I am particularly proud of the attention to detail I strived at, especially with her hands, where hands have always been one of my weaknesses.

I always try to do a personal annual big piece of my OC where I push myself out of my own comfort zone. Practicing these things as an artist is the only way to get better at them, after all.

IC blog for Safrona can be found at @safrona-shadowsun. It's an active tumblr I've had for nearly ten years now, I think. A lot of character history there!

[renardsnoir]

Sinful/Sweet Sunday for Iseult: Most attractive people Iseult finds in her life? What in them does she find attractive?

"Oh Safrona!" She giggles. "I'll keep the names to myself, but I tend to like men with slight overweight and beards. I find it really pleasing."

@safrona-shadowsun

[phyghyver]

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? For Iseult.

She has good connections. Even if she gets on better with her father than her mother, her mother being rather strict and cold at times, while her father is much more friendly and sympathetic.

@safrona-shadowsun

[shanicetjn]

 What causes them to feel dread? 

27. What causes them to feel dread?

I'll answer for Azrael and Amadeo since there's no specified character! :>

Azrael - He absolutely dreads anything happening to his loved ones. Az has actively tried to avoid having any sort of connections to non-mob people due to his job. No luck so far as he's somehow rekindled the relationship with his brother and gotten himself a partner...

Amadeo - Deo is actually still in the closet! So he dreads people (especially his friends) finding out about it and treating him differently even though his friends would never mistreat him due to his sexuality...only the dumbassery he commits...

[sirdolraan]

Teatime each for: Dolraan, Lorellai, and Ghorren: Do you count yourself to be a social butterfly, or do you close up? What is the hardest part of trying to be part of a conversation for you?

Dolraan: "I do alright in public events, though it gets draining when I'm doing it in an official capacity; part of being high ranked is that I get stuck going to the fancy parties with the various important peoples for both fundraising purposes and 'convincing to not be warmonger' purposes. Hardest part of being in a conversation these days is striking a balance between who I feel like, which is 'Dolraan, just some guy', and who I'm seen as, which is 'Sir Dolraan, Highlord of the Argent Crusade.'"

Lorellai: "I guess I'm alright in a small gathering, but at the big events like the ones meh parents host, I tend t' just find a corner and observe. It gets overwhelmin' quick, I dunnae know how mom does it. Hardest part of being in a conversation is when no one is talking about adventures or inventing; having to pretend to care about things like 'who's wearing the latest fashions' or keeping track of ancient clan feuds makes me want t' pull a fire alarm."

Ghorren: "Oh, I'm a pretty easy person to talk to, I've got plenty of stories from my mercenary work and from my family, so I can generally add to a conversation. A lot of the time though, I'm invited to parties to stand around looking imposing. I take it as a compliment though; I've worked hard on my imposing stand."

*Ghorren the spent the next five minutes showing off his favorite imposing stances*

"What's that? Oh, the hardest part of being in a conversation? Dealing with people who are clearly just trying to humor me. It riles up my temper and that's never fun when I'm not actually being paid to chop people up."

[nixalegos]

Find out what your oc's alignment is! Stolen from @helreginn Tagging: @tyleinth @eluviannaa @ronqueesha @sanguinesorceress @caedun @mothervvoid @captzexx @safrona-shadowsun AND YOU. YES. YOU. READING THIS RIGHT NOW.

[sanguinesorceress]

Face to Fangs

[ Continued from here. ]

A kiss of ringing crystal filled the air, temporarily banishing the eerie silence that often accompanied the Sorceress’ ominous presence.  No laughter or merriment would ensue; no celebration would follow; and surely no romantic candlelit dinner proceeded in the wake of its resonant song.  Memories of civility served her in death, allowing her to behave in a manner others found pleasing… daresay appealing?  Thus, the Sorceress was able to turn on the charm in one moment and commit heinous acts of murder in the next.  Decorum was fleeting whilst in the company of one such as herself and it was the real reason why he considered her to be dangerous. The glass was raised, and with a flick of her wrist the dark liquid swirled vigorously at her command.  A tilt of her chin allowed her to examine the wine’s properties in the pale moonlight, and she watched as the magical residue clung to the side of the crystal bowl. She had tasted them all, from a simple Thalassian white, to a finely aged Dalaran red.   The former Magistrix had a refined palate when it came to enjoying a good vintage.  Now, she preferred to sip on the rarer and harder to procure bottles of infused wines, such as Arcwine, Bloodwine, or a finely aged bottle of Redalav’s from the other side of the veil.

Seemingly satisfied with the wine’s appearance, Malakortana lowered the glass to her nose and inhaled deeply, indulging in its bouquet.  Evidently some things were still considered worthy of taking a breath, which she held briefly, before allowing it to slowly escape.  “Hypocrisy…?” she snorted derisively, “…hardly.  Evolution for the sake of acquiring power, as they say, is a decision that should be made without the removal of one’s free will.”  Otherwise it could hardly be considered ‘ascension’ at all.  She would know...

The Sorceress entertained a sip of the wine, exploring the memories and sensations it stirred within her, before swallowing.  It tasted precisely as she remembered, with a subtle infusion of bloodberries that softened the unmistakable aftertaste --a harsh, metallic twinge.  Well worth its price. Everything paled in comparison, however, to a bottle of Nightrose Darkwine.  Something she had not seen in a very… long… time.  Rumor had it the highly coveted, once-thought-to-be-forever-lost recipe was recently uncovered amidst the ancient Challiane Vineyards’ ruins.  Perhaps she would enlist someone to get into contact with Empyrean Imports on her behalf in the near future.  Surely their proprietor would know more. They found a new way to hurt you.

While his ‘educated guess’ was not wrong, it wasn’t entirely correct either.  “No,” she clarified, “I seek a means of impeding their ability to regain control.”  What good came from installing an impenetrable door if one did not possess the only key to lock it? @nixalegos ( @safrona-shadowsun for the mention <3)

[duraxxor]

What was Dura like as a child? Is the same personality or traits shared among his children when they were small?

Dura, or better known in his youth as Alphus, a unique personality compared to the other children. He was placed in an academy that was designed for children of nobility. Yet, due to his background that was placed on him at birth by rumors of him being a cursed mongrel, it led to him often feeling alone and depressed. It often led to him lashing out, earning him a title of a troublemaker. Why, he once got a child pulled from the school by her own father for merely associating with him. His hair was often unkempt and there was a scar on his face that hinted he had a rough life. There was one thing that made him a good kid though, he had a free spirit and a heart. If anyone gave him the time of day or any sort of affection, he would fight for them until his little body couldn't stand anymore.

Fast forward through the events of him returning to society, getting married, and then having children, he was given two children by his wife. His eldest daughter, Ravlynn was amongst the first, also better known as Raven. She was a daddy's girl, and she idolized her father to the point that in her youth, she wanted to train to become an assassin just like him in the military. She was also free spirited and at times, wanted to be quite the playful tease. Even though the family still had a bit of flak from their father's childhood background, most eased back a hair when confronting the daughter of the White Lynx. Some children even gravitated towards Raven, giving Raven a much easier time in her youth all the way to her adult years.

And then, there was the youngest between the two, one who was born not long before Alphus would become Duraxxor. A son named Aiden Durand Daevara. Due to his middle name, some would attempt to call him Junior, but Aiden never really cared for that name. Ironically, one may say he was more like Alphus' younger years before he made any friends. He was quiet, though timid. He was very unsure of himself and what he must do. But his soul was a kind one and would eventually lead to him becoming more formal than he imagined. One may have said he takes more after his mother in that if it wasn't for the fact that his father passed, and his mother vanished during his "dinosaur pancake" years. Despite his own trauma, he seems to be doing well for himself too at only 28 years of age!

[ Thank you for this ask @safrona-shadowsun , I shall tag your art blog @handhourgalleries for the bottom art and @nyyght for a certain reference towards the end there ;3 ]

[unabashedrebel]

Tell us a little about what Kirollis has been up to! Has he pulled back from the world entirely to relax, or has some duty or fascination in the world captured his interests?

He’s busy braiding hair

Nah, but seriously I just don’t really play him as much anymore so he fell to the wayside. I’m kind of monogamous with who like my main is at any given time. Soriya also does pretty well as a fun replacement since they’re similar in some ways but very different.

That being said, I guess to really slap an IC approximation Kirollis is more or less just enjoying his retirement. He took up beekeeping. Content with his life he’s okay with being shelved, for once, because let’s be real anything I write would fuck up his QoL.

It’s not that he doesn’t have direction or anything like that, I think he’s more just situated as an old head more than an active participant in world events. Sure, TWW does bring up his wheelhouse, and he has/is investigating the voids movements, Beledars existence and meaning, and the World Soul itself and its purpose in Azeroths cosmos. But instead of being the boots on the ground he just kind of does his thing and delegates the action to younger heroes. He’s still pretty valuable given his experience and self-proclaimed moniker of Titan Champion. But I can’t stress enough that when I actually write this it’s more just a cameo in someone else’s story so he can do an exposition dump and or advise on the current crisis.

While keeping Soriya out of trouble is basically a full time job, he does make appearances when she’s in genuine danger or when she asks him to. Though he tends to take a hands off approach since the entire reason Soriya hangs around Stormwind is to get away from his shadow. So he basically just sits and worries and occasionally does some snooping.

That’s really it. Homie put his time in, it’s time to let the kids go to work.

Thanks @safrona-shadowsun !

[safrona-shadowsun]

Daily Writing Challenge 2024

November DWC, Day 6 Words: Crack/Positive

@daily-writing-challenge

On some nights, Safrona reserved a confession booth not to invite others to play the Game of Secrets, but to isolate herself from the eyes of most others. The stress of Dalaran’s collapse had only started a continuous thread of anxiety that ran through her every waking moment of late. It reached her in dreams with memory, laced with possibility and nightmare both, robbing her of sleep. 

Life had become a gift of recent years, allowing her to build her professional life into a branching success, the start of a legacy to be proud of. People spoke the title “Courier’ with a respect the world never quite gave the role before, and Safrona felt right to say that her tireless work had in large part given birth to that respect.

A soulsinging haunt of a man had found her burning mess of a heart and made a Home of it, anchoring her to a love that felt like a beloved worship. He made her feel a comfortable joy she did not think she could be allowed in this life, and then built a place of belonging for her with the Sojourn, another element she never thought she could have. Her life had been built upon borrowings in so many ways, it was another deep joy to feel she was an integral part of the world.

Joys of completion, happiness, comfort…a cycle she silently dreaded that could be at its end, as history seemed to inevitably deliver her to. The universe seemed darkly dedicated to remind her that she was a Blight on the world, and belonged to nothing but the unseen spheres of the Great Dark Beyond. The decimation of Dalaran seemed the first sign, the spinning fragments of her own history trying to weave together and tear apart in her mind like a tapestry remaking itself again and again. She wound her fingers tight around a shot of Darkmoon Bourbon she had toyed with as her mind swirled with apprehensions and drank deep, hoping its sweet burn would numb her into a calm, and fill the cracks of her faltering professional veil. Whether Courier, Harvester or Safrona Shadowsun, she wanted no one to see her this way.

Regardless, her thoughts were felt by those that loved her most.

Music started in a slow rhythm on the live stage, a very familiar slow arrangement that gently permeated her scattered, anxious line of thought, and lifted her into a cadence she had taken the stage with before. Safrona’s lips spread against the cold glass in a sighing smile, a humored breath of gentle knowing, gratitude for the well-loved fingers that plucked the melody for her on his guitar, gratitude for the band behind him that played along. She found herself nodding in time, focusing on the voiced humming, a melody that set a warm tone that was a nostalgic grace, and a plaintive plea for peace.

…only she was not the singer humming in perfect succession, on the stage. When the notion finally struck her, Safrona rose from her booth, parting through the red velvet curtains that hid her with an intense curiosity. There her husband was with his beloved cherry wood guitar on his knees, strumming along in pinstriped black finery, his face shadowed by the old world class of his tall hat. The band behind him played the simple melody with dedicated vibe, swaying in time with its swinging notes.

And the young Sin’dorei woman that had taken the stage by microphone, dressed in a gorgeous wine colored evening gown, met her eyes in recognition. The singer’s voice fluttered with a brief excitement through her humming sequence, but she recovered quickly as she took another breath and continued humming the melody beautifully. With a matured grace, the songstress extended her arms with flowing address toward Safrona as she swayed gently to the slow, lounge-like beat. The familiar humming was touched with a nuance of emotive expression Safrona could never have achieved herself without the use of words, moving her at the soul, much like her husband had learned to with his own talents. Listening on until the slow end, her eyes did not leave the young singer until she realized they were brimming with tears, feeling a strange surge of pride.

A gentle hope had been left like a veil over the audience, and even Safrona’s torrent of dark thought was lifted to a more positive plateau. She had not yet spoken a word to Serenas Dawnsinger - perhaps for the 3 years since the girl reached out she did not know how to - but now her daughter had apparently found her again, against all odds, against all doubt.

There would be too many questions perhaps - some of what Safrona did not know how to begin to answer. But in seeing the young songstress wear her own wine colors, smiling so eagerly at her as she awaited on the stage among a wash of applause, the worry about the world at large and its dark portents seemed to fade for Lady Shadowsun for this relieving moment. Maybe they all did deserve these kindnesses, these little fortunes and joys after the hell they had been through. This...love.

{ Referencing @thefirstperished . And introducing a new character, over at @dawnsinging }

[caladhel-iarian]

THE OTHER MOTHER - Part 5 (Finale)

@safrona-shadowsun - And here we reach the conclusion. Thank you for the ask; I really appreciate it. It gave me the chance to make something super silly (and give the triplets their comeuppance for bad behaviour). Sorry it took me so long to answer it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[handhourgalleries]

“🖊“ + Safrona!

Ahhh, my most written/played character at this time. :)

She's always the easiest for me to write, my favorite to draw for, easiest concept for me to translate into a different realm/world. She is a very versatile character on the surface for me to write with others, the professional veneer a flexible one in a reactionary sense. And at the same time when I'm drawn to below the surface for her, she remains compelling, a little labyrinth of unanswered questions for me to figure out or realize, to pull the threads together for in the understanding of who she has evolved to become.

Over the years, writing her in Warcraft, Safrona's characterization has has evolved; physically, mentally, emotionally. She is an unconventional story packed into a comely, unassuming package, and yet I've been letting her unconventional experiences leak out in how she speaks and presents herself. After years of writing her hiding behind her unassuming mask, I'm starting to let her be a little more sincere and forthcoming in personality. She's become someone that is fully accepting of who she has become (which I never really expected but Rp does a lot of things to a character), and that is both freeing for me as a writer, and a positive character growth I find satisfying for her.

I think I most want to evolve my style as an artist because I want to do my own characters justice and draw more grandiose themes for them, and that stands especially true for Safrona.

Thank you for letting me gush about Saf, @maxparkhurst :)

[renardsnoir]

👻- does my muse believe in ghosts?

In a word: yes. Iseult and Maxwell believe in ghosts.

@safrona-shadowsun

[dicenne]

[TMIT] Have you ever got in close with what you would consider a celebrity?

"I may have rubbed shoulders with a handful of important figures in this world. But that's all I'm gonna offer."

I absolutely wrote a story about Lady Liadrin hiring him, no shame.

ty @safrona-shadowsun

[silversoulcreations]

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making! { For any/all of your WoW OCs! }

Well then, lets see..... This is going to be a bit of writing, I think, so bear with me!

Jarethius: The wild, rowdy pirate with a history darker that an old god's bedchambers. He's surprisingly outgoing, friendly, even, to most. From allies to enemies he can crack a joke and smile, until he's pissed off anyway. The man is a ticking timebomb of trauma and depression rolled into a pretty, but scarred up face. He *tries* to make friends, but tends to end up swiving things up one way or another. He has a good heart, despite everything that has happened to him, however, and most of his heavy choices come at the cost of himself, to protect those he is closest to.

He has a somewhat jaded thought process these days, believing himself worth less than those around him and thereby taking greater risks to ensure everyone else's safety. This has been counteracted numerous occasions as of late with a certain brother, lover, and lover's kin attempting to knock some bloody sense into his head.

Jaredian: Soft spoken, gentle and kind, a nobleman just as he was raised, but more-so than that, a good man. His past no less dark than his twin's; though he handled it by far differently. Somewhat introverted, shy around strangers, he can be slow to open up and show what he is really thinking, however he knows how, when he must, to play the room, as well. Borderline optimistic with cynical leanings, he *wants* desperately to believe in the good around him but isn't willing to just take the chance, as being a single father after a rather horribly failed marriage has taught him how important it is to look twice before you jump.

Azrael: Exceptionally extroverted, loves a party, loves spending time with the younger races. He's especially attached to elves and humans, thinking them the most entertaining creations on Azeroth to befriend and study in equal measure.

A dragon of quite some many years, he may have forgotten more than some will ever know, though he's spent more than half that time asleep {As greens are wont to do.} Now he cannot seem to get enough of the world around him and studying how it's changed, {as well as flirting rather heavily with any pretty man he sees, but that's beside the point.} A strong motivation for him is that he has slept away most of the changes in Azeroth, locked in the emerald dream. Now that he's awake he wants to experience *as much* as he can, for good, or for ill.

Rythyren: A dragon with far less years that their adoptive kin, they have none the less seen a myriad of tragedy. Being raised amongst the mortal races left a heavy toll on a once sweet and open heart. No-where near the easygoing nature they had many years ago, they are guarded, cynical, jaded.

New experiences are met with distrust and trepidation, new relations with a mask of friendliness and a guarded heart. They are always expecting the other shoe to drop, metaphorically, and just waiting on the *when*. Ever the diplomat, a smile can often be seen upon their features, however that does not necessarily mean they're open.

Varathros: This snarky redhead is a bit of a conundrum when answering this question. He can be both extroverted AND introverted, depending on the situation and when it suits his pleasure at the time.

His thought process is a bit of a mystery, that comes from an overly complicated past that he doesn't talk to anyone about, much less think about, himself. Constantly on the run from the memories that would otherwise swallow him whole.

Thank you for the question, @safrona-shadowsun !