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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."
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— 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.
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"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? "
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moved from HERE @tornsurvivors:
Hands kept her pistol unwavering, only a hint of worry in the otherwise cold expression on her face. But her hands were still and the muzzle of her gun remained fixed on the stranger before her, even when the other lowered their own weapon and made her claim that she wanted no trouble. Bailey kept hers up. You can't trust anyone.
❝ You thought wrong. ❞ Pointing out the obvious with a low growl, she made a gesture with her pistol as if to shoo her away. ❝ I don't care what you want, you can find it somewhere else. ❞ And hopefully far away from here. She didn't want any trouble either, but usually it's the other person who doesn't leave her any other choice.
Being alone has it's pros and cons, though sometimes she had a hard time deciding which outweighed the other... But she's still alone, so perhaps that should answer the question. It's not easy to put your trust in others.
❝ You should leave while you have the chance. I will shoot you. ❞
#yesyesyes 👏#also if you need any questions answered about angela for this 👌#hit me up and I shall give 👌#:: 𝑖𝑐 ; 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟 ღ 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦#:: 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 ; 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 ღ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠#tornsurvivors
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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.
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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.
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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.
Tagged By: @ithring
Tagging: @halfvampirehalflycan @tornsurvivors @penddraig @hexsreality @sookiestackhcuse @kingoftheravens @parainvestigate && whoever wants to swipe it from me
#;;dashboard games#—&;I’m what's left when children go to war;whos a heretic now(ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ)#—&; dig up her bones but leave the soul alone(ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ)#she loves deeply and fiercely#so if you have won her heart in anyway#fits well tbh
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@tornsurvivors , @muutos .
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#CLAIRE › 𝐼𝑀𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑅𝑌 ‚ you chose the role of rescuer.#CLAIRE › 𝑅𝐸𝐿 : 𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐶𝐸 ‚ green for the antivirus.#tornsurvivors#muutos#god i just need y'all to see this
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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:
Tagged by: n/a
Tagging: @tornsurvivors, @torntruth, @tornreality, @arxchnoverture, @screenviolense and anyone else interested!
#follow the wisps (memes)#Ask questions later kind of lass (Merida)#Heya! True believers! (Gwenpool)#I have to focus but I can't stop smiling! (Lux)#If I want your opinion? I'll beat it out of you (Vi)#You got me monologuing! (headcanons)
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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!
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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!
#sylvanas windrunner#jaina proudmoore#sylvaina#world of warcraft#sylvanas x jaina#sylvanas musings » i deserved a clean death#jaina x sylvanas
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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
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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'
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WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?
please, please want to know me.
you keep quite literally everything bottled up, don't you? you try to be there for everyone else, but nobody has ever asked about you. you have a mental list in your head of things that you wish beyond wishing that people would ask to know about you, but nobody has. you're afraid that if you tell them, you won't get the response you crave, which gets more and more mysterious and gut-wrenchingly necessary with every day that goes by in silence. it feels like you aren't allowed to exist.
tagged by: @colecassiidy , thank you !! tagging: @tornsurvivors ( alexi ) , @ofspvrta , @tornsavior , @tornvoid , @runsonchaos , @stygicniron , @fiiorire .
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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.
Tagged by: @ithring
Tagging: @penddraig @tornsurvivors @halfvampirehalflycan @sookiestackhcuse @ofcatnaps @parainvestigate @causeitsmyboat @llosgcariad
#—&; dig up her bones but leave the soul alone(ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ)#;;dashboard games#sonja: piss me off and i will singlehandedly ensure that people doubt your hospitality#also she's an insomniac but *very good* at hiding it#she fought wards for ages it is ***very** hard for her to settle and sleep unless she feels completely safe#you know she trusts your muse if she instantly settles and falls asleep
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THEY COULD BE IN THE EYE OF THE STORM , but they're not. the hurricane has wiped out so much , but they just picked up the pieces and rebuilt or started anew where they could. some things needed to be destroyed. and some things needed to be held onto. THEY PICKED THOSE THINGS. together. as emily and alexi. two people that have given so much for the empire just to be chewed alive. now it's their time to chew. it's their time to hold onto to each other.
the smile emily gives alexi is so soft. it's this simple curl to the corner of her lips. dark brown eyes just regarding the woman's features so quietly , admiration absolutely written in the stare. at least ... before she tilts her head and that small smile turns into a playful smirk. emily hops off the bed and emily before quickly moving to wrap her arms around alexi's waist and promptly hauled the woman over her shoulder. something she did fairly easily. the about 3 layers of clothes does hide that she's fairly built rather well. it's all that training from corvo and the sparring with alexi , of course.
alexi barely got a word out when emily lowered the sword. corvo's sword. it was just more so the look in alexi's eyes. she feels like that can't be necessarily duplicated either. THE WAY YOU LOVE SOMEONE CAN'T BE REPLICATED. and love can be uttered without a single sound. corvo's sword is just resting by emily's side and she takes a step back. there's deep breath in before it's released and it sounds like absolute RELIEF . her hand comes up to pinch the bridge of her nose , eyes closing. she has been rushing around this past month. clothes dirty. hair that's usually without a single strand out of place rather messy. she had billie , sokolov , and , stilton that she could trust but nobody that she could really FEEL with. nobody that she could take a breath around. there's just a moment where she gathers her thoughts because she has a million questions , it's just at this moment she needs to focus on delilah.
" i take it you have a large part in the small rebel force that's keeping both delilah's witches and the gangs from absolutely massacring every remaining citizen? "
Everything felt as calm as it would be after a hurricane. Almost as if the aftermath had no impact… no grief, agony nor hopelessness upon the sight of the destruction mother nature left behind. To Alexi, it felt as if she was sitting on the beach again and listening to the gentle crash of each wave. You know that pleasant sound you hear when you hold up a seashell to your ear? That’s exactly what Emily’s laugh is to Alexi. A sound she wishes she could bottle up and treasure it forever, had it been possible.
A hand slid back into Emily’s hair and cradled the back of her head – her other arm wrapped around her best friend’s waist, protectively holding her close.
Honestly, she would be happy to sit here and hold Emily all night long as her lover slept on her… but a bath sounded even better especially with the promising comfort Emily’s bed certainly would offer. It was then that she realized how dirty her sweat-soiled outfit was from the long day in the blazing summer heat. Yeah, maybe she did feel a little gross right now. With a quiet chuckle of her own, she loosened her grip on Emily’s hair and waist, hands falling down to lay on Emily’s thighs – giving them a squeeze.
“That sounds incredible to me, let’s go.”
[ 𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾 ] – Normally, her instincts and senses are SHARP. Anytime she feels a presence nearby, or right behind her… her hand immediately would find the hilt of her sword. More so, she would always sense Emily’s presence whenever they’re in the same area or building before they enter within one other’s sight range. This time was the first where she is caught off guard, mind a tad weaker due to stressful events.
She barely feels the tip of the blade against her neck, carefully swallowing and sea-colored eyes dart around Emily’s face, too. Still in disbelief, till she sees the tiny scar on the Empress’s face. The same scar she knows by heart because she was there when Emily got it during one of their childhood adventures. She questions it for a moment in her head: can Delilah or her loyalists copy every detail of a person right down to their freckles?
Then she hears the question, and her heart gives that shuddering sigh of pure relief – despite the parts of her that felt this couldn’t be real.
She laughs, quietly, it was soft and free of negative connotations. “…you called me an idiot. I’d never forget the intense worry in your eyes.” She began to whisper back in response, lips curling ever so slightly into a smile. “And just how you were not embarrassed to let it show. Especially when I whispered back to you, ’Told you I wasn’t joking when I said I would put my life on the line for you.’”
The entire time, her eyes never left Emily’s.
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