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[de-ac-ti-va-te-d-blog]

    “Oh!  Ma’am,  w-would you mind grabbing that for me?”  Gesturing up to the overhead shelves.  With his  “taller than most boys his age”  height he usually got things on his own,  but his hands were quite literally full.  A box full of notes and sheets of paper filled to the edges with information he’d soon be using for a new case.  /  @warmcngerer

[huntinghim-blog]

ITS KISSING DAY MAIEV.

“.. in all my many thousands of years of life, I have never heard of such a day,” she mumbles, an eyebrow raising at the archmage. But at the same time, she sighs before leaning down to press chapped lips to the human’s forehead, grumbling about not being able to reach the woman’s lips.

[shamarchived-blog]

22 for eunnie, 30 for artan, & 40 for mitun.

█ ▌▐  Character solidifying! || @warmcngerer

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?  || Euanthe

     Euanthe will befriend just about anybody. Truthfully, it’s difficult to dislike her purely due to the fact she’s abnormally kind to everybody regardless of the way they end up treating her in return. She’s got friends all over the place, regardless of whether or not she believes she does. A majority of them, of course, are the Broken in her tribe. After being with them for as long as she has and the small size, she knows them all by personal name and has a faint idea of what they’re like. It was something she was determined to do and learn the day her father passed. As such, losing any of them is the equivalent of losing a close friend – something that would basically kill her on the inside.

     As far as an ‘ideal’ partner, believe you me when I say she’s not picky or choosy. As stated, she’s extremely accepting of people and other races. The only real thing that’s a must have for her to be interested is acceptance of her tribe. They don’t necessarily have to like them as people ( Artan tends to piss people off OOPS– ), but any statement that belittes or berates them in any way, shape, or form due to what they are is an immediate no-go for her. Family is important to her, and to deny her family is to deny her as well. But liking and doing things to help them and her, as well as believing in her ideals, is an absolute, sure-fire way to get her to fall for you. There’s no question in that. Can’t go wrong with kindness and compassion with this one, even if it’s in one’s own little way. 

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? || Artan

     Oh absolutely. The immediate thing that comes to mind is the fact his parents left him to go hunt ( despite Artan insisting he come with them over and over ) and then never came back. He still doesn’t really know what happened to them, or if they’re even alive. At this point, he’s all but forgotten about the possibilities and is still extremely sore about it. Be it they ever came back or showed up somehow, I imagine with time he’d eventually let it go because he’d just be happy to see them again, deep down. Artan’s hot-headed and his ego is far too big to just let go, but he’s far from being a bad guy. He’s actually quite sad about the fact they never came back, but he covers it up with anger over the fact they “didn’t believe he was strong enough to handle what was to come” and told him to watch the house instead. It’s one of those things that really made him far more independent than he probably should’ve been at the time. It’s a big part of his philosophy: If you want something done, you do it yourself. You don’t need anybody if you can do everything alone. 

     Needless to say it’s a little different since Euanthe’s father took him in and he’s been around her and everyone else, but he’s still of the mindset he doesn’t need faith or connections to get things done. As far as general grudges, he’s really bad with them sometimes depending on context. He has the mind to forgive, but it’s a LOOONG process.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? || Mitun

     It might be a little difficult for most to believe, but Mitun definitely knows how to laugh and have a good time. That was most of what he did back before everything started going to shit. It’s far more diluted and changed with time and his own personal experiences, but it’s definitely still around. In most cases, he takes a lot of his humor from messing with Artan these days. It’s very easy to rile him up regarding just about anything, and it doesn’t take much to get something out of him. Sometimes it leads to stray swings and mild horse-play he tends to brush off and block, but it tends to pull a smile out of him. Some of the better topics involves his secret thing for Euanthe, which he promptly denies ( He gets real mad when you assume, even if his interests are extremely obvious and he’s a horrendous liar ) and his lack of hair. Mitun made a nest in the creases of his head once and watching Artan pull twigs and feathers out of them gave him a good laugh. He’s got bark and a bit of elderly sass in him, too. It’s rare, but you might find him cracking a smile after being smart with someone.

     He’s also very prone to being soft when Euanthe’s present or involved. It’s one of the only times he ever makes an attempt to lighten up or try not to be serious, but Mitun’s really bad at chilling out and letting loose. She’s a priority, along with the tribe, and he’s constantly on edge with worrying about keeping to his job and staying alert at all times. She’s definitely one of the few people that can laugh and joke around and he’ll end up going along with it without really thinking about it. He’s very old and looks very grumpy all the time, but Mitun’s actually a sweetheart and tends to be good with people on a more personal level. Otherwise, though, it might seem like he doesn’t know how to laugh.

[tradcprince]

          ( @warmcngerer )      “ this is a bad town for such a PRETTY face. ”

[thelightsking]

‘ Look where our hearts have led us. ’

     “It’s the price of having them exposed. You bleed more, and everyone gets to see it.” He subconsciously thumbs over his mother’s locket, looking up at the tainted night sky. “Despite it all, I can’t see myself doing this any other way. I will wear my heart upon my sleeve.”

[ridefourth]

@warmcngerer

     The death knights partaking in Hallow's End was one thing -- it was a celebration of the liberation of the dead, and a generally joyous (if not vaguely spiteful) occasion for the unliving. Noblegarden, however, was...      Less excusable. It was doubtful many of them even bothered in the celebration, which was so vehemently in support of the blossoming of life and the flourishing of spring -- in stark contrast to the wintry bitterness of the dead.

     It just didn't seem as appealing.

     It is because of this that Thassarian went about the happy activities so awkwardly, hardly able to keep up with the rush of revelers bouncing off to find carefully hidden eggs, amongst a swarm of new life: little rabbits, a verdant growth of flowers, stumbling chicks hopping along and fluffing their downy plumage.      He... didn't fit in. Typical.      He'd have been embarrassed if he knew Jaina was amongst the visitors -- twice now she'd have caught him trying to enjoy himself, light forbid, a terrifying knight of the Ebon Blade. Perhaps it would not bother him, were it someone else, but Lady Jaina Proudmoore was not someone he wanted to look... silly... in front of.

     But he looked very silly.

     He had a basket an enthusiastic garden tender had shoved into his hands, and he dwarfed it in his grasp -- as he did many of the eggs, which he hadn't quite seemed to recall how to properly handle yet, as a good majority of the few he'd found were cracked and splintered.

     He's... trying.

[incubabe]

hey riley, can you rate my soul. how does it taste? do i have one?

@warmcngerer

   Glancing up from her papers, Riley attempted to sort out tone. Ms. Proudmoore had been decidedly less-than-cheery as of late. Couldn’t imagine what it was like to shoulder the burden she carried around -- didn’t want to. The cambion had since shown her hand, and living cloistered in Dalaran? There were certainly worse fates. So she adopted an easy-going tone, offered a smile.

   “Every soul is, of course, delightful and unique. I’m still new to the field of libidophagy, in the grand scheme’a things, so I don’t think I’ve developed enough of a discerning palate, and moreover, it’s been a while, so I don’t quite recall -- someone’s been a little too busy to unwind --    but yeah, Jaina. ‘Course you have a soul.”

[cravedmagic-blog]

i cant believe this shitty little gremlin is my daughter now

         I can’t believe this archmage of horribleness is my mom now.

[rctchild]

all things must come to an end.

                                        AESTHETIC REQUEST / ARTHAS, JAINA & ZOEN

[twinglaives-blog]

@warmcngerer  liked  for  a  starter.

                              ❛    JUST  WHAT  do  you  hope  to  achieve  in  the  bitter  reaches  of  northrend?    ❜     he  cannot  see  her,  no,  but  he  can  identify  the  brightness  of  her  aura;  of  that  WILLPOWER  and  DETERMINATION  that  shines  so  brilliantly  from  within.  he  turns  his  head  toward  her,  strands  of  black  hair  decorating  the  tattoos  upon  his  chest.       ❛   will  you  do  nothing  against  these  invaders?   ❜

[vxncleef-blog]

@warmcngerer​

❝ Jaina, you’re looking well. How are you feeling? A bit high-strung, I’ve heard. ❞

[eloquenc-blog]

@warmcngerer ♡’d this post!

❛  are you a warrior ? or perhaps an adventurer . . . ❜  her question is innocent; without ill intentions, only a soft curiosity present in her tone. ❛ where are your weapons ?? ❜

[huntinghim-blog]

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what a weak end–patch raid holy hell but if you’re 100% i’m so down

the first 4 or so bosses are weak as hell. goroth is just skorpyron with no adds. inquisition is also simple, && it gets even simpler if you decide to take 3 tanks. harjatan you can just brute force the mechanics as long as the tanks know what they’re doing. sass’zine looks like she has a lot of mechanics but they’re just a mishmash of other ones we’ve seen before, && are fairly easy to get through on normal. sisters is a little more complicated, but can be brute forced on normal. host is when it gets a little more tricky.

then you get to maiden && wipe a million times because nobody knows the difference between green && gold.

[shamarchived-blog]

WHERE IS AKAMA

@fatherentropy said: [Me yelling loudly] WHERE IS AKAMA

@warmcngerer said: WHERE IS AKAMA

WHERE IS AKAMA

[thelightsking]

@warmcngerer liked for a starter

There was an uncertainty to his movements, hesitating on whether or not he should speak up. After some thought, he makes his decision, straightens up the way his father used to, and attempts to shove his nervous energy out of sight.

“How did you do it?” He asks, his tone gentle as always. “How did you manage to lead for so long, to carry on through the tragedies? I can’t -- I don’t know how to muster that kind of strength. How... How do you deal with it all?”

[ridefourth]

i may not kiss babies anymore but i'll certainly give thass a big ole SMOOCH on the forehead.

Most people don’t regard the dead good for kissing, whether giving or receiving. They’re cold, and most of the time at least relatively spiky, and almost assuredly abrasive. You’d have better luck planting one on the flank of a ram.

But being kissed by Lady Proudmoore? Without even a little hesitation?Oh!What an honor…

He’s not sure how she reached him from the domineering stretch of his height, but it only serves to surprise him further. The poor death knight nearly seems to jump out of his greyed skin, tensing up only very briefly – and then getting wobbly very briefly, like he just took a blow dart to the thigh.An unsightly bruise of a flush graces his grim countenance.He steadies just as quickly, as if he’s worried he might betray the gruff visage of the death knight he was supposed to be (as if he hadn’t, already), or worried about offending her. He even shuts his eyes to more properly accept this smooch!

Goodness.