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Won'jia a young but devoted follower of Gonk.
I feel like no one cares about my trolls on Instagram, so I'm sharing him here. Lol
#warcraft#world of warcraft#wowrp#wow art#darkspear troll#jungle troll#warcraft fanart#world of warcraft art#warcraft pvp#warcraft troll#my art#personal post
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the 2024 bonfire beach bash is ON!!! :D
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It's here!! And SO many amazing things in this first issue. Thank you for having me be a part of this.
It was so fun to add two Thorne (BfA fic things) pieces, one already shared, plus a second as yet unseen, and our mysterious letter art.
Link | Warcraft Fanzine: Season of Changes, Issue 1
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Tauren/Cowfolk druid for @molonginkdragon 💜
#art#drawing#doodle#world of warcraft rp#wow#wowrp#fantasy#wow rp#fantasy art#dnd#homebrew#tauren#cowfolk#beastfolk#druid#my art
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Preparations
Nahi picked up her comm unit and began to type into it, finding the right contact was not hard at all… the dingus had put 111 before his name so he would be first. She only had about 10 contacts there, it wouldn’t have been hard to find his.
N: Hey Pathyn.
As she watched ….. scrolled on her screen so she waited for a reply. She was curled up in her new apartment in the building other Tarts lived in, under a soft blanket with hot water with honey and lemon.
P: You know, I thought you would be too pissed off and stubborn to text us.
It made her smile, she should have been that pissed off but those last couple of days with him and his cousin had made her soft in the head she decided. She enjoyed that time and didn’t want to cut off his friendship. Between Kyean’s picking at her, and Nahi drinking too much, they knew almost as much about her life as Talthorn did.
N: You only kidnapped me and made me breakfast, your cousin is the real assole, I am not texting him. Where do I get a tent that will be light enough for me to carry with me?
P: …..
P: What do you need a tent for?
N: I signed up with a mercenary group and need to get some gear.
P: …..
P: ….
P: ….
This was taking him a while, probably not a good sign.
P: Why did you do that?”
Oh… that was short considering, How many things had he typed and deleted?
N: Because I am a spoiled rich girl and when the city is somehow destroyed as the soothsayers say. I will be distraught and looking for a glorious way to end it all.
P: Now say that again without all the sarcastic bullshit and I might help you fill out your kit.
Oh course he knew all this stuff, it was why she reached his help. He was a ‘bad ass fighter’ after all, 5,000 years of fighting type, according to his asshole cousin.
N: Because I have spent my life not doing much of anything and I want to find out what kind of person I am.
P: And joining a random mercenary group is how you do that? Couldn’t you have taken some self-help course or something? Why not just volunteer to help healers or something. Didn’t you have anything else you could do rather than go into the thick of things?
At least Nahi didn’t feel like he was lecturing her as much as just wanting to know what was in her head. Shifting around until she was laying on her back she replied.
N: Sure, there are a couple families that want me as a tutor in music for their children. I met a Madame not so long ago that said she would happily give me a job, I could sing there and then warm the sheets. Oh, then I have a few offers,of being a kept woman. Such fulfilling and challenging tasks.
P: ….
N: Before you say anything else. I was raised to be an accessory, spoiled but kept out of sight until they needed to show me off. Then I dug full in to that in the court, did what I wanted, when I wanted and with whom I wanted. Since then my life has been caring for mother.
P: Anyone you wanted and you chose Kyean? Girl, your taste is suspect.
At least he was listening, if she had spoke to his cousin it would have been so much worse.
P: What company?”
N: Commander Talonoa Dal’shula’s company.
P: There are much, much worse choices. Come to Azsuna, we will get you ready. Bring your armor and weapons, we can work on your fighting. When do you go out?
N: “He said I would get a call.”
P: “Then we should have time. Come now, bring what you have, we will get you decked out and we can talk about this choice you have made that will tell you what kind of person you are.”
( @talonoa for mention)
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I've been trying to delve into the world of NSFW art and >_> I'm very proud of this one, even if you c a n ' t see it all here. The uncensored version is on my twitter tho-- and my half-body comms do be open c: Can be a drawing of your OC, or fanart made custom for you! Either way, would love to draw it. Thank!
#commision info#digital art#elf oc#fantasy character#oc commission#dungeons and dragons#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#dragon age#character art#artwork#art#artists on tumblr#my art#roleplay art#roleplay#roleplayer#world of warcraft rp#world of warcraft#wowrp#wow rp#world of warcraft art#warcraft art#wow oc#wow oc art#troll art#troll oc#original character#original art
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LFRP - Terran Lloyd
The Basics –––
Full Name: Terran Dalben Lloyd Age: 45 Gender: Male (He/Him) Race: Stormwindian Human (Westfall) Alignment: Lawful Good In-game Names: Arcanesmith (MG), Hatsmith (MG), Telva (WrA) Full Backstory: https://www.bhb.contact/arcanesmith/bio
Physical Appearance –––
Art: refsheet.net/TerranLloyd Hair: Natural Ginger Eyes: Blue Height: 5'7" Build: Buff Nerd Common Accessories: His signature Blue n Gold Hat. Voice Claim: None; however, Shannon Mcormick as Ozpin & Agent Washington is rather close.
Personal –––
Birthplace: Westfall, Lloyd Family Farm Residence: Eastcrest Estate, Elwynn Forest Profession: Arcane Blacksmith, Kirin Tor Magus Hobbies: Writing, Swordsmanship, Arcane Research, Teaching Languages: Fluently Speaks Common, has a light grasp of Thalasian, and utilizes Arcane Magic to help bridge further gaps in knowledge. Religion: Not strictly religious, but has a respect for the Light. Fears: The Void, Loss of loved ones, Dragons.
Relationships –––
Spouse: @arcane-artisan Children: Twins - Medwyn & Teleria Lloyd. Parents: Both deceased. Father during the First War, Mother during the Cataclysm. Siblings: None. Pets: See Below
Traits –––
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
RP Hooks –––
Eastcrest Coalition - Terran Lloyd is a founding member and leader of Eastcrest Coalition. The Coalition is formed of three minor noble houses and aims to bring wares and commerce to Stormwind Kingdom while safeguarding her borders. The Blue Hat Blacksmith - As his primary source of income, Terran Lloyd works as an Arcane Blacksmith, mass producing mundane weapons and armor and crafting custom enchanted weapons and tools. If your character is looking for something crafted, Terran can either get it done, or knows a guy who can (no promises you won't be sent on a quest for reagents!) Arcane Articulated - In his free time, Terran writes books on Arcane Magic, best known for his series Arcane Articulated which highlights the fundamentals of Arcane Magic and the casters who use it. Rumor has it a new edition is on its way to shelves ... eventually.
Contact Information ––– –
You can contact me on Discord, Twitter, Tumblr, or in game. Discord - BlueHatMan#4547 Twitter - https://twitter.com/LloydTerran Tumblr - Uh ... this post.
Thanks for reading this far, you get a cookie.
#world of warcraft roleplay#wowrp#wow alliance#moon guard#mg rp#wow oc#alliance rp#my oc#oc#original character#stormwind#kirin tor#mage#lfrp wow#mg
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Announcing the 14th Annual Scary Cakes!
Join us for the 14th annual Scary Cakes Costume Contest!
We will have prizes and a relaxed RP event for you to mingle at and enjoy.
Where: Dalaran (NORTHREND), Underbelly
When: Oct 22, 2023
Time: 5pm WrA / 7pm MG
Who: Neutral event for all Horde, Alliance, and Neutral characters.
Join the Fancy Cakes Community for anchors:
https://tinyurl.com/FancyCakesCommunity
For more information about the Fancy Cakes Roleplaying Event please visit https://fancy-cakes.carrd.co
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ok but what if blix had a dye job and a fucking BAT. i had a lot of fun w this one!
alt version w her grey hair beneath the cut <3
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Hi, I'm Bev-- you can also call me Beefy!
I'm just your average Tauren who loves a good outing and a nice drink! In my day-to-day, I do a lot of farrier work for those in need-- horses, kodos, deer, even other Tauren! While other denizens of Azeroth have shoes, talons, and paw-pads, others have hooves that need to be taken care of as well. So that's where I come in! While I do most work local, I have travelled here and there to tend to customers and wildlife. Need a hooficure for you or your animals? Let me know!
In my off-hours, I'm tending to many animals, livestock and wildlife alike. You could say my home is a like a zoo! Those who come to my home in need of aid are often rehabilitated and sent on their way. Some choose to stick around as well, and who can say no to some cute little doe eyes?
When I'm not home, I'm usually out and about socializing and being a party animal. Maybe I'll see you around and get a drink sometime? Who knows.
Here's what I look like!:
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TVC Invites you to celebrate Love is in the Air with... Love Takes Flight!
Where: Thaldraszus, Algeth’era (48.75, 40.24)
When: Friday, February 10th, 6pm server (WrA)
What: Art raffle, mount raffle, pick-up line contest, pet battles, and more!
Come enjoy the evening, drink, dance, and make friends! Or more than friends! It is the season for love, after all.
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Another year, another absolutely spectacular bash finished..... I'm always so blown away by this event and the work and love put into it. what a breathtaking show :'') <3 <3 thank you everyone <3
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Self-Care?
What a sight. The young cleric curled into a tight ball on the blanket-laden loveseat squeezing the life out of a colorful, plush bee who didn’t really seem to mind all that much. Most of the choked-up sobbing and incoherent babbling had ceased as she tired herself out.
The jester watched from the other end of the loveseat. On one hand, the sound of her own voice distressed and crying was a little unnerving. On the other, her shadows seethed in the presence of such ripe emotion. Only a few weeks ago she would have reveled in this, contributed to it even. But something had changed in their relationship.
At first, it had been Angie’s willingness and excitement to learn. To grasp new magics eagerly and delve into any task placed before her. It filled Adola’s chest with pride. She made this. In some roundabout way, Angie was her creation. A little legacy she had abandoned, only for it to grow and continue on without her. She got to relive the joys of learning vicariously through the cleric.
She couldn’t help but see Angie as family of some sort. Really, she desperately wanted family. Something she had found and lost several times already. To say what their exact relationship was…was hard. Adola wanted to settle on ‘teacher and student’, but there was something deeper than that. They were on many levels the same person.
Adola slowly scooted her way across the loveseat, jingling a little in excess to assure the cleric knew she was getting closer. She reached purple gloved hand out, offering it to her distressed ward.
The cleric’s voice wavered, but managed to produce something like words. “Don’t touch-” She stopped when the hand arrived near instead of grasping at her. After wiping away some tears the cleric took hold of it, squeezing tightly. “It was right… There’s something wrong with me.”
“Go on.” Adola’s voice rung gently. Curiosity overcame care. In what ways has this fucked Angie up? “I already know everything about you. Tell me what it said.”
“It..it said I was weak.” She choked on the words briefly, pausing to blow her nose into a tissue before continuing, slightly more composed. “I’m a hollow facsimile of a stronger thing. It talked about..you. I think. It called you ��The Thing I Was’. It knew I wasn’t a whole person. It told me that it was going to kill you.. Or you would die, and I would be free of your sins.”
Adola let out a little sigh. “That’s a very uncharitable way to refer to our circumstances.” A finger tapped against her heavy mask. “It was just pulling from Leshii’s memories. It didn’t know anything special or new. It just picked up on things that *anyone* would have felt insecure and afraid of.”
“It said you were instrumental to its rise.” The words spilled from the cleric’s mouth. A rebuttal in favor of fear and paranoia.
But fear and paranoia were Adola’s domain. Fear, paranoia, the unknown, the depths, dreams. It didn’t get to her. “I may have. Address did a great deal to try to escape from me. Undoubtedly Leshii made some poor choices along the way as well.” She let out a little sigh. She wasn’t helping… “Angie, when I was you. ..At this point. I stood no chance against something like that either. The Admiral poisoned me with darkness, and that was my introduction to the shadow. Life-long fears were cemented into me, plucking at my mind constantly for years. But, we can overcome that.” Angie let out a startled noise as the elven jester yanked her by her hand, pulling her into a tight hug. She let out a wheeze of discomfort, but at the very least she felt…safe.
Adola’s grip loosened a little bit. A comforting embrace. With herself? How awkward. “In the face of something immortal, what do we have?” She offered no chance for response. “Willpower. We possess the ability to defy the world around us. To bend it to our whim. We have our own will and our own volition. It is bound, forced to serve its master for eternity. It envies us for what it will never have. Freedom. The god it serves is dead or defeated and bound. And without that? It has no purpose. These are its death throes. A desperate final attempt to make itself relevant. Where it is static, we **will** grow. And we can grow together. With the people we trust.”
The cleric didn’t look up at her. But Adola could hear that the cleric’s sobbing has come to a stop, and feel her racing heartbeat had quieted to a gentle thump. She waited for a moment… Before realizing Angie had finally tired herself out and slipped off to sleep.
Without anyone to hear it, Adola offered a tired goodbye. “Good night, Angie.” All before settling the priest back onto the loveseat and slipping away. Angie needed no nightmares of the Abyss. Not tonight, at least.
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A small glass vial finds its way to the Embassy's President of Commerce, dark tincture swirling with shadowed starlight beneath the cork's inset dropper. A thin navy twine, looped several times around the neck, secures a lavender note penned in looping script:
A little something to deter our small visitors. A few drops should suffice. Its fragrance is pleasant enough, though I must caution against touching the liquid directly—it has a tendency to stain. I have a few more vials should we need.
-e
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Night elf druid for @molonginkdragon
#art#drawing#doodle#world of warcraft rp#wow#wowrp#fantasy#wow rp#fantasy art#dnd#kaldorei#night elf#night elves#druid#my art
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