#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

[embersoftheorder]

😍- Safrona's FC is Morena Baccarin!

"So this is the one they call 'The Courier?" Dewitt commented as she looked at the photo. "She looks scared here."

"She was," Hershel Winston replied, as he sipped at his own glass of brandy. The bushy bearded guard adjusted his legs as he got more comfortable in his chair. "But I would be too."

Rachel frowned as she laid the photo back down on her desk. "I don't know what you think we do here Winston, but the Order is not exactly a missing persons bureau. You might have better luck with SI or your own group in just chasing down smugglers."

The guard shook his head. "Oh not ta worry, we know where she is and what she's up ta. It's what she got that had me concerned."

"Do tell."

The guard lifted up a box and set it down on the desk with an ominous clunk. "You know what to do?"

That clunk only lead to a stronger dread in her stomach as Dewitt eyed the box, she'd had some bad luck recently with deliveries like this. This was seeming very connected in the worse ways.

"Did you open it?"

"Aye."

"Was it an amulet?"

Winston smiled very grimly as he set a hand on the top of the box, giving an sarcastic affectionate pat to it's top. "Metal shouldn't move."

The captain leaned back in her chair with a very grim face as she steeple her hands in front of her face in thought. Hallowfall.

@safrona-shadowsun

[serenas-dawnsinger]

Anon thoughts: Our paths only crossed briefly. She's seemingly full of burgeoning dreams and a desire for freedom. A woman after my own heart. I only pray that if she faces hardships, and things are not what she expects...that she grows strong and true, rather than faltering and buckling.

Go on Anon and tell me your muses thoughts on mine.

Another note of confession, another night - Lady Shadowsun was always eager for such things. These thoughts had been submitted to the confession table about her own daughter, of course, and Safrona found the words to be more insightful than what she herself had managed to pull from young Serenas in the short time the girl had arrived. She was thankful for the insight, and a little amused. Serenas apparently had her way with people, it seemed.

It only seemed suitable to respond in kind to the insightful stranger - taking such a confession and leaving nothing to be had was rude in Safrona's book. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she let the soulbound magic of a void-stained pen dip in to her own thoughts and write in reply for her. The new letter would be made available at the bar, where Myrrha would handle its return to the proper recipient. Confessors were often repeat visitors to the Sojourn, Safrona knew.

It seems even in your brief meeting, the girl has a fan. Amusing. I think she would be happy to know it. I will pass your confession along. Serra does seem to have the heart of a dreamer, but life cannot be dreamed through. It's inevitable she'll have her hardships, I think, as every soul does that tries to find their way on a path. But I do feel that even should she falter and fall, she will have her anchors to help her stand and start again if she wills it. At least, I think she will here at the Sojourn. I think she is starting to grow on us. Many thanks for the confession, and don't stay a stranger. -- Lady S.

{ Referring of course to the 'matron' of Serra, @safrona-shadowsun }

[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!

[galendroz]

Can Galendroz 'see' outside of the pages he is bound to? Or his vision somehow magically restricted?

I strongly believe he can, but at a degree. Ever since his sacrifice, the mana that made him up has been converted and transferred fully into the tome, therefore sealing him away.

But that came at fragmentation of memory and open consciousness.

[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."

[nahisummerhold]

What qualities does she admire most in the people around her?

Answering this OOCly for her, alphabetically and only tagging a writer once Cythion ( @cythion ) - Openness to love  Dicenne ( @turning-through-the-never ) - A good man, it is hard to breakdown all the traits individually that make him that way, he just is Fio ( @fio-renze ) - Willingness to just be her Jace - Wandering spirit  Kai ( @kaisinasunblade) - Selflessness Kon ( @konietzko-sylvoran) - Supportive and good natured Laeynna ( @lilyofporcelain) - Quiet spirit Naralinthe ( @themadamelioness) - Poise, grace Pyra - Magical affinity, it intrigues Nahi but she tries to not to be invasive with questions Ranek (@ranekvilmas) - Time given to other people’s enjoyment  Ryland (@theconstructsworld ) - Oh my goodness, actually there is a lot but the way he throws himself into a performance completely and the wickedness his is happy to embody  Sol - His faith  Stellan - Skill, she has never met anyone as skilled as she sees him in his work Talonoa - Sheer intimidation (might just be her that feels that way though) Talthorn ( @talthorn-sylvoran) - Generosity Tinnaire ( @kharrisdawndancer ) -That she is able to share a vulnerability with friends, she also puts up with Nahi’s friendly flirting without it being weird Xylaes - The resolute way he handled things with the Puppetmaster, “I am here, it needs to be done and I am suited to do it” Newer people she has met, first impressions  Allasticus ( @allasticus) - Dedication and self control Braedyn - Her baking Kelz ( @kelzthalassunwhisper) - Work ethic  Safrona (@safrona-shadowsun ) - Poetic turn of phrase Special mentions to very special people that are willing to put up with Nahi’s over the top flirting like Tinn, knowing it is friendly and meant to just show appreciation for them as a person. Caele (not sure she is on tumblr) and Trist ( @tristayranambrosio)

(Thank you for the question Anon)

[thehopelessyouth]

Does Selithar ever feel a sudden desire to cuddle with a buxom tauren lady? Or be entertained by a curvy Pandaren centerfold? Is he ever tempted by a mischievous vulpera vixen? Do a pair of horns and hooves titilate his imagination or do these features intimidate him? Curious beasties want to know...

The young Duskblade blinked several times in succession, his expression a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. “A sudden desire?” he echoed, tilting his head as his fingers combed through his night-fused locks, his confusion evident.

“My love is bound to the fruitless women of our people,” he declared, his tone carrying a faint trace of humor. “But I’ll gladly admit that love often transcends the boundaries of our controlled preferences. If a Tauren and an Orc find their way to love, I cheer for them wholeheartedly. If a Pandaren stirs desire—or even a Vulpera…” He paused, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “…Though I’m not entirely sure how that would work—I’d celebrate them all the same. Who am I to judge where others’ affections may lie?”

With a theatrical sigh, he pressed a hand to his heart and continued in a tone rich with mock reverence. “But as for my own desire? Ah, it remains locked upon the voluptuous form of my golden Lioness...

… and my beloved Banshee, … and my mysterious yet captivating ‘SD,’ … and, quite possibly, the enthralling Courier, … not to mention the Heiress of House B’andtherion, still my heart beats for her... … and, well, several others.”

He finished his playful confession with an exaggerated shrug, his grin betraying the irreverent charm he wore so effortlessly. @themadamelioness (sorry) @nahisummerhold (sorry) @kelzthalassunwhisper (big sorry) @safrona-shadowsun (sorry still) @serenas-dawnsinger (so sorry)

[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

[embersoftheorder]

Send me a 🎬 and I'll post a gif of something my muse wants to do to yours.

"Jump!"

Eld growled as he kicked the goblin off him and looked across the way at the other trike.

"I'm too old for this sh-"

The explosion underneath his current ride was enough to push him to leap into the next one with a yell as the Courier slid closer to catch the inquisitor.

@safrona-shadowsun

[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.

[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 :)

[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)

[anunendinggaze]

🤪 song to sing in the shower

Time in a Bottle - Rob Lane, Julia Church, Jim Croce (cover)

Roses and lavender swamped the steamy air of the quiet bath of the Kobold's Soul, the quaint little tavern nestled in the heart of Ironforge. Hardly known, hardly seen, and a quiet respite for any adventurer in need of peace. It was perfect for Oplisca.

She smiled as she gently ran her fingers over the steaming water, thanks to the many wonderment of piping of the gnome proprietor Vincent. The inventor was a kind friend and an even wilier lover. Just something about those mustaches, the woman mused as she looked in the mirror for a moment.

Dark skin, dark curly hair, and eyes to match. She wasn't what could be considered breaking of the mold but she liked how she looked and it was obvious from a few hours ago other did too. A playful grin crossed her face before shaking her head to make back for the bath, now slipping a calloused and scarred foot into the 'pot'.

A wince, a whine, and finally a sigh as she submerged her weary feet into the tub before sinking the rest of herself down. It wasn't exactly made for a human as she found her knees rose a bit of above the water and was doing nothing for modesty for her upper half. But the heat of the ceramic and water were perfect for her sore muscles. The road wasn't easy but it was her home.

For now.

A smile came to her face again as she soaked it all in, sinking a bit further to let her knees rise above water and give solace to her shoulders. Weariness and pain seeped away in the water causing a soft moan of pleasure to add ripples to her flowered bathwater. She had to giggle at it as breathed in the steam, despite the pain her body her head was slowly catching up. It had started right after with Vincent and was honestly the reason the bath was drawn in the first place.

Soak it out babe, Vincent had told her with a smile behind his bushy mustache. It felt so silky between her fingers and made her excited for what she planned to do to him after her unwinding. But her head was telling her might be better to take it, the slight throb was now growing stronger by the moment.

"Just need a soak," Oplisca muttered as she closed her eyes and slowly slid herself under the water.

The water parts as she rises back above the steaming pool, dripping hair and face. Her eyes are closed as she breathes in deeply from her nose. Hands slowly reaching to steady along the edge of the basin, red streaks leaking over from palms. Lips part to aid in the nose as the exhale continues forever. The very breath of life flowing forth to strike the top of the water as it treads into a soft choking wheeze.

One. Two. Three.

Inhale.

Lids lift and eyes see clearly once more. Violet as twilight.

@safrona-shadowsun