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[blue-eyed-banshee]

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Sylvanas' now blue eyes looked the other woman over and she smirked, clearly loving the way the nightgown showed off her curves but she went to say something before her now blue eyes went wide. She noticed Jaina was wearing a different pendant, the one she was going to give her.

"You.. found it?"

The high elf had a slight frown, and her ears drooped ever so slightly, but she hoped Jaina wouldn't take notice. Memories flooded back when she had first met Jaina in Silvermoon and the horror on her face when the other woman had seen her as a banshee.

"I was going to tell Tyrande that I have finished my penance but.... I came here." She wasn't really sure how to tell Jaina that she was deeply regretful of everything she had done to her and her family. She was never very good at expressing herself when she didn't have her soul. This was a new experience for her- to be able to feel emotions at long last.

"I am well aware it is late, Jaina but may I come in?"

Sylvanas wasn't sure if Jaina still cared for her since she got her soul restored but the fact, she was wearing the very pedant that she had crafted to use if she proposed to the mage, it made her relax. She didn't even know she was tensing up!

"I do not blame you for not wanting me in your home, Little mage. Let me say a few things and then I will take my leave."

[torntruth]

— continued from here for @tornsurvivors ,

zaun absolutely calls for their people to be hardened or ... they'll end up dead. either because of a slip-up with piltover law enforcement ... or the absolute scum of zaun itself. THERE IS NO REAL SAFE PLACE. there are only ... safe people if you come to trust the right ones. it should also be noted that cats don't generally trust the wrong people when they want a companion. CAITLYN'S EYEBROW RAISES.

the only reason she hesitates sitting next to nadia on the couch is because she's rather not piss off the newest feline companion of nadia's. cats can be absolutely vicious when they want.

( maybe that's the real reason caitlyn's nickname for nadia is kitty. WHAT ELSE MAY THE REASON EVEN BE? )

" i can't believe i have to fight for room on your lap now. i hope she treats you well. " that absolutely was not real jealousy. as if a brothel employee could be truly jealous as is. SHE WOULD JUST LOSE MONEY THAT WAY. the humor was situated in her accented voice quite comfortably. caitlyn's still just curious what goods nadia has stolen , as if this isn't their way of flirting. it's almost rest assured that caitlyn won't even touch anything. THIS IS JUST LIKE A DATE FOR THEM.

[ofvoidx]

"Ah... at last, to see the Empress herself." The Admiral's lips quirked, a tiny show of amusement. Emily was just as Alexi has described. But it wasn't long before that smirk faded and jaded eyes darkened in all seriousness. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news... but it would seem the void has breached the waters outside of Karnaca. An unstable void rift nearly ate the hull of my ship just as I was coming through the harbor. I managed to seal it, but I have a feeling it won't be the last time."

emily did not return the amusement. her face remained so very neutral. brown eyes just stayed on the admiral's features. you'll just have to excuse her. she doesn't actually talk about her relationship with alexi to anyone but corvo. certainly not out of distaste, but a protective fear. especially since she already lost alexi once. she simply can not do it again. she can not give anyone the canon fodder to attack alexi. it might not take too long to trust the admiral if alexi already does, emily will just have her reserves for awhile.

" you sealed it? "

[wcrstarter]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ

Hot Pink

You're passionate and fiery. It's hard to slow you down when you really feel something for someone. You feel heartache deeply, but that doesn't stop you from pursuing every last romantic lead. Perhaps it's time that you look deeper within yourself.

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[tornhellfire]

Which of your muses...

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you:

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll:

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll:

Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you:

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[torntruth]

first of all, i love how carla just generally looks like she's having too much fun pounding zombie heads in like all her stills, but :

but these two comics just hilarious contrast carla and amy. it's like the perfect visual representation of the ship @tornsurvivors and i have for them lmao. in like the way carla is so unserious sometimes and amy is a little too serious, but also in the way that carla is the strength and amy is always the speed.

[torntruth]

@tornsurvivors , @muutos .

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[ofvoidx]

y'all ever think about how alexi was stabbed straight through the abdomen and then used the last of her energy to try to get a message to corvo ( or emily, but it's canonically corvo she was looking for, it's just that it's also canonical that corvo was the one delilah cast in stone ) and found emily, who she urged to get to safety and then hand emily corvo's sword for added safety. like, my girl, you're fucking DYING and all you care about is emily's safety.

please, justice for alexi mayhew, emily's beloved captain.

[ofspvrta]

Barely made it in time, it's only 11 PM here but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Hope you had an amazing day.

θ::|| @tornsurvivors

Aaaaah thank you so much! It really was amazing!

[wcrstarter]

SONJA'S SLEEPING HABITS.

RESIDENCE: Verse dependant. Canon verses she atypically lives in the Castle Corvinus in her private quarters, or a cabin in a remote location of her choosing. Modern verses even if she is involved with the covens it's rare she will stay with them, she will have a city residence of a condo that she keeps private. Most crossover au's she will live in a cabin in the wilds quite happily.

TYPE OF BED: She's not terribly picky, she's slept on a bedroll on the ground before. If she has the option, she does preferred a stuffed mattress when possible and will craft her own if she needs to. However, it's usually more firm than most people like.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Sonja is immune to cold, and is only as warm as her ambient surroundings. She does enjoy her creature comforts, in winter time she will (in most verses) have a thick goose down duvet that she will nestle into. Usually there are woolen knit blankets and animal furs, no more than two at a time. In warmer seasons it's usually a lightweight linen blanket thrown over her bed.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: Usually only two, one of which she will use as a makeshift body pillow unless she has company, then it'll be given to them instead.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Either nothing to bed (only in private residences), often just a large shift or shirt (if she can swipe a partner's shirt she's inclined to). If she's travelling its unlikely she would do much of an outfit change just to sleep, she might leave her armour on and simply go to sleep in it comfort be damned. Otherwise it'll be leggings with a large shirt/oversized shirt if she's not fully comfortable where she's bedding down for the night.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Depends on verse/other muse involved. If romantically inclined she might want the company, if she views them in a familial platonic manner she might sleep next to them to guard them while they sleep. This would apply to any mortal who would need to rest during the night when she's active.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: Yes, especially if she knows them well over a one night stand.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Not particularly, in verses where the sun cannot hurt her she enjoys sleeping in the sunlight or under the stars. If she is staying at the residence of someone she doesn't like, she might pretend to be fussier over her sleeping conditions--if its a court setting and she cannot stand the other noble she will deliberately do this and then simply sleep on the floor to be contrary.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: She'll often sing to herself, cradle songs and war chants, pace around the room/campsite, or read until she finally drifts off. She has a hard time getting her hunting/predator instincts/battle instincts to shut 'off' in order to rest and often suffers racing thoughts closer to her bedtime.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: Some verses, her memory of burning under the sun. Most verses its relieving battles she fought in the past, or moments she regrets. Memories she prefers to avoid during her waking hours if she can. She will only talk about them if she truly trusts the other person.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Deep slumber, she's too restless to nap unless she's been unable to sleep for days and then it'll be an exhausted driven nap.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: When she needs to, when she can no longer put it off, or can finally shake off the insomnia to rest.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Sonja's a ambush style predator by nature, the slightest sound or movement will wake her. She might not indicate she's awake and aware, and there is usually a weapon nearby she will use (if she is not the weapon herself).

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Early, she'll only sleep in late if she's truly exhausted/injured, or if she has a bed companion she'll be more inclined to stay where she is and curl up closer to them.

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[blue-eyed-banshee]

Why do I find this hilarious? Vereesa and Alleria snickering in the background. Tandred holding bets pertaining to when and if they will get divorced over this.

@tornsurvivors

Jaina continues to bully Sylvanas

Art by @slackergami

[tornhellfire]

* 𝙵𝙰𝙲��� 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼 :  n / a

* 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 :  Lara  Elanor Croft

* 𝙰𝙶𝙴 : 23

* 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : 5′9″

* 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 : Human

* 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 :  Female

* 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : British

* 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 : February 14th

* 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 : Aquarius 

* 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 : Croft Manor (Surrey, England)

* 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : Single

* 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : Chaotic Good

 * 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 : Green Tea

* 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 : Vegetarian

* 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : Night

* 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 : Apple Crisp

* 𝙿𝙴𝚃 : Donovan (Siberian Husky ((Very good boy)) )

 * 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 : Powder Blue

* 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 : Edelweiss

* 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : Bisexual

* 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 :  Toned/Lean/Some Muscle

* 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : Brown

* 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : Auburn

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[blue-eyed-banshee]

So I'm out on the front porch smoking a cigar and talking with @tornsurvivors

Jaina would definitely need a cigar after what she's been through! She and Sylvanas out of the balcony of their shared home in Tiragarde Sound and a bottle of her favorite Kul'tirian rum and Sylvanas would even have a glass or two! They both would each have a cigar and listening to a song on Sylvanas' music box! But not just any song, no it would be a song that is meaningful to the both of them. Something like the music they heard at the banquet the two met at!

Probably dancing a waltz or something similar to it. It would be just the two of them under a full moon and no war to worry about. No fighting, no diplomatic meetings to rush to; just the two of them. Their half elven children watching from a-far or even close to them!

[torntruth]

           continued from here, for my love @tornsurvivors .

it's only natural that an animal backed into a corner would turn feral when it's struggling for it's life. isn't this what the virus really is? the most basic, animalistic, and feral part of whatever is left of the body. brought back to life to just be used to kill and maim and survive. it's only natural that amy and the others do the same. wasn't that the point of the show on the bridge in the sewers?

amy is really trying to stand there and focus on anything but a bloodlust that isn't human. just the components of a virus. it's just slightly different this time, as if she took for granted each time she could just snap back out. she isn't snapping. there's a thousand little voices in her head and they're all non-human, all just growls and murmurs, little echoes of laughter from butchers, or moans of aches from bursters. they're all there, was the barest conscious, mostly all tied together.

there was more blood on amy's hands than her face, though. those hands came up to rest ... softly on carla's forearms. not curled like they were claws, just wrapped gently. the thousand of little inhuman voices shifted into simply two different voices : her own and carla's. echoing with precision in her own thoughts. 'if i had known what pulling insane stunts does it for ya...' 'sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, chica'

[ofspvrta]

Kassandra pushes Phobos, even as she hears hooves coming in behind her. She has to focus on the target, if it's another rider coming in, she can't exactly take care of them with the woman sitting behind her. It wouldn't be safe. So she pushes, certain to give Phobos all the apples she would like when they get back into Saint Denis proper. A quick peek through Ikaros' eyes tells her it is a rider-less horse. Nothing to fret about so far.

Sadie finds the lasso and Kassandra leans forward in her saddle, allowing the woman the room she needs to spin the rope and gnab this man.

It is one of the few times she wished she carried a revolver. Evie had taught her a little something something about shooting a handgun but she had little taste for it. Her skills with a bow were unmatched, even in horseback archery but this is not her shot to take. She's the one making sure they can catch up to this asshole and nothing more. This she can handle better than the carriage gun fights in London. She never cared for those. Head down, they got closer to the man and she saw her lasso fire out toward the man and perfectly loop him.

This woman is an expert with a lasso, expertly taking the man down and as she does, the Keeper slows Phobos and hops off the horse, drawing her bow and knocking an arrow, waiting for the man to make one wrong move. The woman, however, is seeing to it that she never has to worry about having to fire it, kicking the man when he's down and tying him with Kassandra's rope. She's efficient, the Keeper likes that.

The foul mouth doesn't hurt either. A fellow rough and tumble woman, the kind that time and the world hadn't worn the fight out of yet. A little smile creeps onto her lips as she keeps her bow low and ready.

Kassandra's smile turned into a smirk as the woman finally answered her question. "You sound a lot like me, I like you." Her eyes cast to the prone man one last time before she looks to the other. "What's your name, friend?"

Her mare Hera didn't take long to regain her composure before running after Sadie. No doubt the ol' girl was super concerned for her human, especially now that Sadie was riding with a stranger. Hera rarely trusted people much due to her past with horrible owners before she was rescued. Sadie could hear her whinnying from behind, but focused on the fleeing bastard.

'Left side on the saddle-' Catching the response about the lasso, she holstered her revolver and immediately reached for the lasso and readied it.

Of course, nobody would pass up on free drinks. Sadie sure as hell wouldn't... neither would ya had you seen the increasing prices in this damn city. All thanks to this prick. Good thing his political reign is about to end today, starting... right... now! As soon they were close enough as Sadie eyeballed the distance between them and the man, she flicked the lasso almost perfectly thanks to years of experience and successfully looped around the man.

With a quick and hard pull to throw his balance off, she dismounted swiftly and gave another pull to cause him to topple over to the ground. She doesn't answer that question jus' yet, dead-set on hogtying the son of a bitch before he could wiggle his way out. Quickly closing the distance, she gave a hard kick to the man's stomach and forced him over onto his stomach. Pressing a knee to his upper back, she made a quick work of tying his hands together.

Naturally the man struggled, but Sadie pulled his revolver out and pressed the barrel to his temple-- muttering a warning out in a growl: "Try it, asshole and I'm blowing one of your damn feet off. Then I'll let you bleed out to death."

Finally, with his legs and ankles tied tightly once he surrendered-- probably the smartest damn thing he's done in a long time... Sadie looked back to the stranger with a laugh. "Nah, he did the whole city dirty an' more... if he had did me and only me dirty, he'd be dead by now."

[ofspvrta]

◈   let me assign you a love language

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

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