#weslynn

[meldritchhorror]

Weslynn 🦎🐀🧾 (🧼)

Weslynn, the Opossum and Oxidized Copper flavored Kobold! This little dude belongs to MouserKnight! 

[of-wonyoung]

The Prettiest Vocalist of Violon Cello

Halo, kenalin namaku Janetta Weslynn, aku vokalis dari band bernama Violon Cello! Kami adalah sekelompok musisi yang berasal dari berbagai latar belakang musik, tetapi memiliki satu tujuan yang sama: menciptakan karya yang penuh emosi dan mampu menyentuh hati.

Perjalananku menjadi vokalis Violon Cello dimulai sejak kecil. Aku selalu tertarik pada dunia musik dan memiliki kecintaan besar pada nyanyian sebagai bentuk ekspresi diri. Musik membantuku melewati berbagai masa dalam hidup, dan aku ingin melakukan hal yang sama bagi orang lain. Dalam band ini, aku bisa mencurahkan segala emosi dan kisah hidup melalui lirik dan melodi yang aku bawakan. Setiap lagu adalah cerminan dari pengalaman yang aku, dan teman-teman bandku, jalani—entah itu tentang cinta, kehilangan, impian, atau perjuangan.

Sebagai vokalis di Violon Cello, peranku bukan hanya menyanyikan lirik, tetapi juga menjadi jembatan emosi antara musik dan pendengar. Menyanyi adalah caraku untuk mengekspresikan perasaan terdalam dan menambah nyawa pada setiap lirik yang diciptakan. Di setiap lagu, aku berusaha menggali emosi dari setiap kata dan menyampaikannya dengan jujur. Bagiku, suara vokalis adalah instrumen yang tidak kalah penting dari instrumen lainnya, dan aku berusaha membuatnya terdengar selaras dengan semua elemen musik di dalam band. Aku merasa beruntung bisa menjadi bagian dari perjalanan ini, dan aku selalu bersemangat untuk terus berkarya dan memberikan yang terbaik di setiap kesempatan. If life is a movie then Violon Cello is the best part.

[sailedships]

Today is a day like any other. How fortunate I am for the sun and beautiful weather. I have Weslynn and Nyxi, both of my beautiful daughters as company. I sit and try to find peace between the screams and clatter of toys being shuffled through. My thoughts racing, as my motivation depletes. Im conscious and yet i feel blank, Numb if you will. Im trying to stay positive and be the rock for my family. They need me, as much as I need them.

My significant other is temporarily absent as I write by the way. I sit and think , damn, I truly do love that girl. Id take a bullet for her. I try my hardest to be the man she needs but lately I feel inadequate. There are many unusual feelings coarsing through my body. And my nerves reflect it. Well, what is left of them anyways.

So let me take a minute to tell you about my significant other. Because she floods my mind daily, and fills my thoughts on a level thats constant. First thought that comes to mind is her eyes, a bright blue that you seek to dive head first for. As breath taking as the ocean and all its beauty. Everytime I have the opportunity to gaze into them I get lost, such kind features that ive never experienced before. They carry so much depth, along with pain and things that not many will ever know.

My other favorite feature of hers is that she has this captivating smile. Its paralyzing to me. I thought it couldnt get better than that and then I heard her voice and her laugh. That was when I knew that I wanted her. I had saw enough.

Her presence I remember, was resonating. I couldnt take my eyes off her. Her blonde hair and the way she carried herself, almost as if she wanted to keep every one at a distance because she had felt enough pain, but it was buried. So, so deep. The attitude, the independency. I mightve been drooling by that point. I dont recall.

Her long legs, that carried her physique with an hourglass shape. I thought to myself, "She's the one. I dont care the challenge, Ill fight for her and be the man she deserves." Yes I understand beauty isn't everything. But wow she was everything I desired in a woman. Truly.

I remember falling in love with this girl. I couldnt wait to clock out from work to rush to her house and laugh. She made me feel alive. Like a drug i've never experienced. The minutes turned into days and the days turned into months. The way I feel about her never dissolved. It just kept growing. Rapidly. The wildest part is I remained all in. Sure we had our tiffs and disagreements. But none of that matters. I've never met someone who made me feel "at home" the way she does.

We would lay there at night and laugh until our faces hurt, and our stomachs couldnt handle any more. As we grew together I continued to learn about her, through every story and interaction I kept seeing this short lived flicker. And one day I realized, the flicker I kept sighting was pain. She hid it so well, I almost missed it. The average person would've missed it and not thought twice.

She finally opened up enough to give me a glimpse of her life, and lets just say. For what she has been through, she is a warrior. The fact that I cannot fathom going through the trials and tribulations that she has encountered, and yet she carries herself as if it doesnt eat at her in the slightest. I saw the vulnerability and it wasnt there for long. She flipped the switch and covered it with anger. She has every right to be angry by the way. She has the right to be much more than angry. I accepted that from the start. But she is strong, she is brave and she is courageous. Yet, she doesnt view herself that way. I know it affects her negatively. And It eats at me so often, some days worse than others.

She had been used, abandoned, treated poorly, cheated on, and I made an pact to myself that day. I decided I never wanted her to feel any of those feelings ever again. I wanna be the one she can rely on. The one she can trust. I want to be her last. I even promised her Ill never give up on her because she needed to know just how serious I am.

To this day Im just as committed to her as the day I met her. Now let me be clear. I have made my mistakes, and I am far from perfect by any means. I've reacted in ways I am not proud of. Said things I regret, and I hope one day it gets forgotten about. I have no excuses and I hold myself accountable.

I just crave to love her. I hope one day she see's the true reason why I stuck by her. Because she is my person. Life was dull before her, and I cant picture it without her next to me for the rest of my days.

Theres so many great things about her, I could go on forever. Like we now have our 2 beautiful girls together and she cares for them like a great mother does. She puts her needs behind our girls and she truly does make so many sacrifices for our family. She is human so she has her days of being over stimulated and touched out. As I do think anyone would!!! I know I couldnt do it any better than she does. And i want her to know that.

As i come to a premature closing on this write, i guess Ill end this with a reminder.

If she/he is what you want. And I mean truly want. Dont give up. Remind them why they are important to you. And if they mean what you say they mean to you, show them. Every.single. day!

Mark my words, I will make this woman my wife. Not just because she had my kids. Because I fell in love with her. Her sense of humor, her looks, her soul. Im done searching, because she is the one and I hope she see's Im here to be her team mate.

💜TJB<3WNL💜

7/7/24

[wecannotallbewilson]

Tfw you just make a new character.

[thatnewjam]

Spotify JAM Alert: Here to Stay by Weslynn Listen: https://open.spotify.com/track/34VRXEBIivXwX4LIilsRCo See More Jams: http://www.thatnewjam.com/

[weslynnegoldmeadow]

17. — audience

The taut nylon dug deeply into Weslynne's fingertips as they danced along the whalebone fretboard of her borrowed guitar.

"We fled t'wards the coast, cross fields of ghosts. Moonbrook lay in flames," her voice was husky and low, and resonated in the dimly lit mess hall. "... and on ships of oak, we sailed for Lordaeron in the Lion's Name."

The song on her lips was an old ballad, one she'd remembered the Stormwind refugees singing 'round the camps in Lordaeron. Here and there, some of the words had fallen into the gaps in her memory, but she did her best to fill in the blanks where she could.

"Sir Anduin Lothar lead us true, to salvation's hand. Alliances forged and calls to war," Wes held the note and her calloused fingers locked into the shape of a minor chord as several of her fellow sailors joined in to finish the line with her:

"In the Lion's name."

The shift change must've happened, because a cluster of fresh faces stepped down into the galley, and a begrudging few pushed away from their plates to head topside. Here and there men and women muttered about "Gunnery Officer Kirdrin playing the guitar again" and how "at least she was getting better" but the chatter didn't bother her evermuch. She never broke stride.

"The Wildhammer Clans, their hammers in hand, took to the skies above. They went toe-to-toe against dragon foe, and won the Hinterlands."

Her strumming continued, and she hummed along to a forgotten verse. Here and there, a member of her audience would chip in a line about Gilnean guerillas in Silverpine, or about Kul'tiran ships outmaneuvering the massive ogre juggernauts. All tales about the heroics of the Second War.

... until finally the tale came to an end, and Weslynne stopped her strumming.

"Sir Anduin Lothar gave his life, for the Kingdoms' sake," she continues on without accompaniment, tone low and somber. "... but the spirit remained, we won the day..."

"In the Lion's name."

-----

A fun fact about me that a lot of people don't know is that I used to make a living playing music! Years ago I wrote a little ballad about the Second War so Wes's brother (he was a bard) could sing it. Thank you so much for this ask, @captzexx! It was really fun to revisit this little bit of Wes's (and my!) past.

[watermelon-clock]

hi new dnd chara whats up

[brianadoesart]

I really wanted to sketch Azimuth today...

(why must I hurt the characters I love)

[gonefishinglovechuck]

And his mom

[merelliahallewell]

The Forest-Lord

Globs of silvery blood were everywhere, coating the forest floor and the thick growth atop it. They made a trail, naturally. Autumnhearth’s protectors passed the dangerous domain of the spiders, where they grew large and spun webs the size of trees. They skirted the lodgings kept by the witches of the woods, and discovered strange traps made for large beings- most certainly not for them. The trail of blood and magic led the protectors of Autumnhearth deeper and deeper into the woods, until they saw... him.

Ensnared in vile thorns and placed into magical lethargy was a unicorn. Even in his misery and enchantment, he was still beautiful. His snow-white coat was marred with dirt and leaves, wounds torn open in it. It shimmered even in the darkness of the woods that surrounded them. His great head hung low, the splendor of his horn dimmed by his imprisonment. 

In a frenzy, Autumnhearth’s protectors tore him free. Some wept quietly as they mended his many wounds with bandages and magic, working feverishly to restore him. To see such a beautiful creature in pain hurt their very souls, and they did all they could to mend him.

It was only after their own energy was near-spent did the unicorn rise, and tentatively step forwards. With a triumphant cry, the lord of the forest burst into a full run, bounding around the glade once before he vanished into the woods, leaving the exhausted protectors to recover from the immense effort. 

Just when they thought he was gone, a voice spoke into each of their heads, in their native tongue. The great steed strode into the clearing once again. The melodic, deep voice is best compared to song. Despite that, it carries authority and weight. His head lowered in reverence of those who had freed him.

"Long has this region of the forest been defiled by my enemies.”

Eyes went wide at the words spoken into their heads. In stunned silence, they each watch the approach of their rescued ally. That which stood before them was a great spirit, a wild lord of the woods and fields in the flesh before them. 

“The crawling ones and their wretched mother have ever been my foes. They spin webs of evil, and have aligned themselves with dark powers that dwell beneath this land. My enemies and yours conspired together to ensnare me. They stole my blood and strength. I would have perished if it were not for you, mortals.”

It took a minute for the party to gather their wits before they could find something to say. "The Light calls us to compassion,” Alexandria stuttered out after her pause. 

“H-happy to help,” Safere murmured, far out of her depth. From somewhere near, Octavia called out and asked if he knew where the witches and spiderswere. 

Kyuusei spoke their sentiment best, though. "We have sorrow for what you endured,” the druid spoke gently. “We gave what was needed to restore balance, and would have given more if required.”

"You gave all required and more, child of Ashamane.” To Octavia’s query, he turned his gaze to the squire, and responded with a nod towards the nearby foothills. “My enemies dwell largely to the east of here. The shining one,” he said, with an indication towards Alexandria, ”was led to their killing grounds today. Long have they plagued these woods, hiding among caves and darkness. I cannot take you there tonight. But if you ask it of me, I will lead you towards their fortress another time. They dwell in ruins to the south, a place known as Witchkeep. Within, they practice foul magic, and often scurry between that place and the village to the north.”

A few minutes passed as the great spirit’s words sank in, and it seemed the party had truly run out of words for once. Alexandria, still stained with mud and webbing from her skirmish against a pair of giant spiders, finally approached the unicorn. 

“May I ask a question...?” 

"Each of you may ask anything of me. I am in your debt, mortals. I am Gwain, the last lonely guardian left of these lands, and I will help you as I am able."

"What... happened, to Autumnhearth? Why is it like this? What is the origin of its curse, and how are we supposed to fix it?” The queries came spilling from the paladin’s mouth once she had the chance to ask, for it was the first time answers had truly been offered during their quest.

The spirit, Gwain, spoke after eyeing over the land's stewards for some time. "Once, this land was balanced. Three joined me in watching over it. Forest. River. Mountain. But then one ruler of this land came, and his greed was unmatched. In his lust for control, he robbed the land of its guardians. Without their aid, all who have tried to rule it are doomed to fail."

"There are others?" Alexandria asked gently.

"Were, it seems," Weslynne observed.

"Once. No longer. Their places of power were defiled, or abandoned." There was a strange sadness within the unicorn's tone, a deep-seated sorrow as he spoke of these lost protectors.

Kyuusei's lilting tones were soft, betraying her exhaustion as she spoke again. "But not lost? Could they be restored?"

"Restore the fanes, and you restore the land. The guardians were lost long ago, to... the evil one's rampage. Perhaps new guardians of each fane may be found somehow. I must maintain my vigil over this place either way. Two fanes sit as dens of evil now. The forests and the mountains teem with foes. Only the river is safe... for now. Your foes will seek to defile it soon. Call upon me when you are next ready, and I will guide you to their lair."

Nobody quite knew what to say to that one. Merellia and Alexandria both looked at each other, awe and fear playing out across their faces. They had just been given answers- true answers. But it would take time to comprehend and understand them all.

"I must depart, mortals,” the great spirit said. “Go with the eternal blessings of the forest upon you and your lineages. I owe each of you a boon. Do not hesitate to ask be for it, when the need is great."

(This story was adapted from ingame RP that happened at one of our events in March! @kyuusei-shadowleaf​ @alexandriawilliams​ @saferemercer​ @weslynnegoldmeadow​ for mentions.)

[your-lovely-ghost]

Weslynn would throw one in to make a wish, or give hers to someone else who wanted to make one but didn’t have a coin. She tries not to have high hopes for the wish to avoid disappointment, but fails at it. Every time. She is just unfailingly optimistic.

Mina would definitely be collecting all the coins she could, maybe even catching a couple out of the air as they’re thrown. She knows wishes are for suckers, and takes advantage of it. She desperately needs any extra money she can find, anyway. She just doesn’t take from children, especially while they’re there.

Taylor would never waste her money like that. But she wouldn’t take the money, either— she believes firmly in leaving things as she found them. She doesn’t consider herself desperate enough to steal the coins because she thinks of what they might symbolize to others, despite believing it to be pure nonsense.

Adrian would happily chuck a coin or two in. She likes to believe they do come true even if she doesn’t notice right away. She’s also aware people will take her coins, but she doesn’t mind. She knows it annoys her sister Taylor, but she just reminds her to lighten up, trying to make her smile

Is your OC more likely to throw a coin into a fountain to make a wish, or to reach into a fountain and take what coins they can grab?

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

❓ Does my muse trust yours? ❓ my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____.

Oh, no. You get the full treatment.

Does my muse trust yours?

Kyuusei trusts Alex now, but it's taken some time. The druidess met Alex in Boralus almost two years ago, and remembers how happy Merellia was then. And how unhappy her dear friend Mere was afterwards. But Alex has shown herself to be trustworthy since, despite Kyuu's initial (justified in her eyes) hostility.

Does my muse dislike yours?

Trust and like go hand-in-hand here. Kyuu isn't a big fan of armored Light-wielders, but Alex has become someone she'll gladly talk to or enjoy a drink with.

Would my muse kill someone for yours?

If Alex came to Kyuu and said, "that person over there, you should kill them," Kyuu would justifiably dubious. But she's already fought at Alex's side, and killed in the process. So it would appear so...

Would my muse kill your muse?

No. Not even if Alex hurt Merellia again. But a little bit of maiming? That's something entirely different...

Would my muse save yours?

Yes, absolutely.

Does my muse find your muse attractive?

Alex isn't unattractive in Kyuu's eyes but she's human, and Kyuu has a rule about short-lifers that has very few exceptions. Even then, Kyuu's personal preferences run more towards the slender, lithe and lean rather than Alex's considerable muscle mass.

Is my muse disgusted by yours?

Not at all. Alex is among the more admirable Light wielders Kyuu knows, on a similar tier as Bennas and Weslynne (although Kyuu takes Alex more seriously than she takes Beans).

Would my muse go on a date with your muse?

She'd have coffee or tea or drinks, but a romantic date? No.

Would my muse kiss yours?

No, the interest simply isn't there.

Would my muse betray yours?

Also no. Alex has shown herself to be trustworthy, she's been a good partner to Merellia. She's done nothing worthy of betrayal, and Kyuu isn't the sort to betray another on a whim.

My muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____

Oh, Kyuu loves Alex's complete willingness to throw down in defense of her friends or what she sees as right. She's seen Alex put herself in between her friends and unsavory elements, even though it meant putting herself in harm's way, and Kyuu has no end of admiration for that.

The thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____

Elune bless, another big shiny armored Light wielder. No sense of subtlety, no capability of stealth, might as well just shine a spotlight down and sing "Here I am!" It's useful at times but, as with all of her Order, the Paladin Thing can sometimes get on Kyuusei's nerves.

(Thanks for the ask, @alexandriawilliams )

[alexandriawilliams]

⛓- how does my muse feel about punishment? Does it always fit the crime or is it sometimes excessive?

From Alexandria’s libram.

17 Sept KC 623

The siege has been laid. The Alliance navy will arrive tomorrow, I’m told. The gates have yet to fall, but I cannot help but find myself wondering what will come next. The possibility of defeat is not necessarily what is on my mind, but the inevitability of victory... and what we do with that victory.

Hellscream’s crimes are terrible and many, and it weighs on my heart that the people of Orgrimmar will undoubtedly suffer greatly for their leader’s misdeeds. But, surely, from the wreckage of this we ought to be able to find a peace, once and for all. If not, this world will continue to needlessly burn over the petty disputes of its rulers, and the cycle of hatred will begin anew. Whatever warchief comes next, I pray with all of my heart that they find the wisdom to bring the Horde away from the fascistic tendencies of the old ‘meritocracy’, and bring about a new era of peace.

But, with Hellscream - what to do with the beast himself? I am torn. I am called to bring about justice and retribution, but also mercy and compassion. Is there a shred of him somewhere deep down that could be reformed? Is there a Garrosh Hellscream that could answer for his crimes... and return to his lost honor?

I wish I was more confident than I am. He will not go quietly. He will not surrender, no matter the odds. Whatever heroes among the coalition forces of the Grand Alliance and the Horde rebellion go and face the wayward Hellscream, they will be met with a fight. There will be losses - thousands, on both ends.

He is no petty highwayman, or pirate. His crimes have brought terrible evil to this world, and still, I find myself hoping that he will emerge from this with a justice that does not involve his death. Justice is about restoration, not merely extracting an eye for an eye. I am ever of the mindset that the greatest victory is a battle never fought, yet, I worry that retribution is all we will find here. I worry he will give us no choice.

I am grateful for Weslynne’s company in times like this. I’ve not slept so well since Northrend.

[hildiraphillips]

Contempt

[Preceeded by In Memoriam. Followed by Malice.]

For all her time in the Maw, Hildira had not died. Yet. 

How long had she been here? Days, weeks? It felt as if she had been in this cell for years. Time truly held no meaning within this hellish place. 

There were always breaks in the torment. Her usually-silent captors were conscious of the fact that she was still mortal, and still very much alive- no matter how much Hildira may have wished otherwise. The Light that still coursed through her body would heal her some, regenerating her wounds just enough that it would be a fresh suffering when they inevitably returned. Her faith in the Light had still not faded, but Hildira was beginning to doubt that there was any hope of escape from this misery.

Sometimes dreading the next arrival of her captors was as bad as their presence, for she wallowed within the darkest pits of her own mind while waiting. Something about this place magnified such considerations and made them more tempting to believe.

Perhaps the deathly sisters she had bargained with in her dreams had been wrong after all. There would be no destiny here, no saving Azeroth. Was Hildira’s ascent into this terrible place all for nothing? Had the sacrifices given meant... nothing? Anger grew within her at the witches, at her own stupidity in trusting their prophesies. Doubt was seeded within- not in the Light, but in herself. She was a fool who would die here. They would break her spirit again and again, and there was nothing that could be done. 

Thoughts spiraled to darker and darker places. She thought often of the desperate campaign to battle the Scourge that had led her here. There were so many things that had gone wrong in their hurried march north, so many foolish errors made and trust betrayed. 

Kerdic. He is no paladin, and he was not fit to judge her redemption of the rune weapons. He is an old fool on the verge of death, bearing a title from a dead kingdom. She would have seen him shown for the spineless coward he was, too afraid to do what was necessary to confront the Scourge.

Jamie. An insufferable, self-righteous woman playing with forbidden magicks and pretending at greater intelligence. She should have been executed on the spot for her insubordination, for her arrogance, for her defiance of Hildira’s intent and her lust for power.

Weslynne. The greatest betrayer of all, she who had taken Hildira’s love and cast it aside in her selfish abandonment of the world. She who returned and dared not own up to her failure, who pretended as if she had done no wrong. The things Hildira would see done...

There were others, too. Zaria’s arrogance and greed had marked her, as had the betrayal of Hildira’s trust. There were the bloodthirsty zealots who had destroyed one of her prizes from the Citadel- they should have been quashed like the ants they were. There were old fools who had held too many commands that she would see cast aside. 

Every perceived slight, every failing- they all fed into her growing contempt for those armies who had marched to save Azeroth. It was the birth of something truly dark, and the true intent of her captors had begun to manifest.

The Light within her wavered.