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@pebsterino Just finished my commission of one of my twin druid sisters, Azshavros Stardancer!
My feral bby is now whole and she is so beautiful! Thank you Pebs! I hope you're doing well! T^T
I painted up Tyrande Whisperwind. It took a day and two hours but she's ready to slay!
(Happy Birthday @pebster! I hope this adds to the celebration very well! Damn it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these hasn’t it? Life gets in the way, new hyperfixations, Tumblr constantly killing itself, same old and same old. Well I feel like I’ve written a lot from other sources so why not return to my first MMORPG with a bang! Tyrande VS Sylvanas! Night Warrior vs Banshee Queen! Personally I didn’t much care for the cinematic, looked nice but I’ve long since given up on Blizzard actually doing good with their characters. That aside, my personal thoughts on WoW deserves it’s own separate post and shouldn’t be here where I gift an old muse and friend of mine something she’s probably been wanting for a long time. So without further adieu, I hope you enjoy!)
Ciradel lunges forward with her moon blades ready, her Elven weapons focused on their mark and their serrated edges threatened to rend the Banshee’s neck wide open! Suddenly she feels a shadow over take her chest before a sudden force smashed into her chest and sent her hurdling back! Her back slams into the ground, the force shaking her to her very core as she tried to pull herself back up. The Warden could barely catch her breath from such an attack yet willed herself back on her feet. Her fellow wardens were trapped in the midst of battle with the Jailer’s forces, and only she could delay Sylvanas from completing her ritual at that moment.
01: A memory from your character’s childhood
04: A memory that your character cherishes
10: Something that turns your character on
19: What your character does when they wake up
01: (IT’S A BIT OF A LONG ONE)
Skourna hid at the edge of the party, eyeing her older siblings as they schmoozed their way through the throng of partygoers. Her father was rich and very important, that much was clear, although she was beginning to doubt many, if any of the guests really liked him. Even her mother, not least because she was already making ‘love eyes’ at a nearby Dracon.
That didn’t really bother her, the thing that made her so nervous was her father’s insistance that she attend all of these events. No one ever talked to her, there weren’t any other children, and she hated being stuck in the open like this.
Her many siblings loved to torment their ‘Wychborn’ youngest sibling.
‘There you are.’ One of her older brothers cooed, emerging suddenly from the crowd with a drink in each hand. ‘You’re hiding little one.’
‘I...’
‘Don’t tell me you’re trying to get out of the party. You’ll dishonour the family, and we can’t have that!’
‘Oh did you find little Skourna.’ Mirae, the second youngest of Archon Vengeous’s children crooned, despite being one of the younger children, Mirae was Skourna’s senior by over a century. ‘Come here and give your big sis a hug!’ She sneered.
Skourna hid from her sister as best she could, but Mirae was wine drunk. ‘Come on, let’s get you out onto the dancefloor!’
‘She’s too timid. You’ll need to fill her with wine first!’ Her brother chided.
Mirae laughed, ‘Wonderful idea!’
Just then, there was a flash of crimson and Succubus Carendeza, Skourna’s mother came between her only daughter and her once lovers spawn.
‘I think you two should go back to the party.’ She said as she picked the ten year old girl up with ease. ‘I think Archon D’raeque misses your company.’ She glared daggers at them until they backed off.
‘Oh my poor sweet.’ Carendeza ran a finger through Skourna’s ebon locks. ‘You are too sweet for this cold city my dear.’ She held Skourna in close. ‘Some may see that as a weakness, and here it is. But I love it about you sweetling.’ She kissed her daughters brow. ‘But we still need to toughen you up.’
Skourna nodded sadly.
‘Have you considered my offer? To join my Bloodbound Coven?’
Skourna nodded. ‘I... I want to give it a go, but I don’t want to...’
‘Leave your father?’ Carendeza smiled. ‘Of course. We’ll share you love.’
04:
A servant gingerly held the bundle of cloth over to Skourna. She felt weak and raw, and in desperate need of wine and drugs aplenty but the moment her arms wrapped around the long awaited bundle, it suddenly became worth it.
‘Hello little one.’ She beamed down at her newborn daughter. ‘I think I’ll name you Aera.’ She kissed the tiny, squirming Drukhari on her forehead.
10:
Ysedra.
Bonus: Skourna is quite tactile, she loves it when someone runs their fingers through her hair, just as much as she loves doing that to a lover. Especially when they’re both in the good spot between wine drunk and tipsy.
19:
Skourna’s morning routine is one of habit. She sleeps for exactly seven hours, so the time she gets up always relies on just how late she finally went to sleep the previous night.
Before she gets out of bed, Skourna will have had at least a single glass of Razorwine, what better way to keep the thirst at bay? She will also have breakfast in bed, usually something that will leave as many crumbs as possible for her slaves to clean up.
If she has one of her Paramours or lover around there may be some extra activity before and after breakfast before she actually gets up, applies her makeup and prepares to face her day.
Interestingly when visiting Ysedra however, Skourna rises early, and silently gets up to make her paramour breakfast before her paramour awakens.
I was not prepared for that level of fluff Skourna does for Ysedra my god ;~;
An eldar commission for @zakthefiend
Ah, Farseer Ysedra looking fine as always! Thank you for a wonderful drawing!
Here it is! I drew something for @fuukonomiko to help her feel better and give something of a pick me up. 2020 has been awful for everyone, and I wanted to give something to her so there’d be something good that occurred this year.
Happy New Years Fuuko! Hope 2021 is more of a success for you!
Grimnir for Josirus
"I'd consider my greatest battle to have been against the Death Guard in the 42nd Millennium. The only thing more horrible than the almost innumerable daemons and plague Marines was what they did to the moon we fought on. We still have yet to fully erase the taint of Nurgle fully!"
"As for a victory... I believe reclaiming my Primarch's flagship to being the greatest achievement I have accomplished."
Art of Thousand Sons loyalist Josirus who belongs to @zakthefiend. It was a pleasure to draw him again!
OH! My boi looking good! I need to do more with him than what I have been! Thank you so much! ;<;
(Well it has been too long since I’ve written one of these. Sorry about that, but with everything going on it felt best to not post for a bit. I wanted to, trust me, but the timing didn’t feel right. Now a second wave of Corona coming to hit Florida again ain’t making things better here. So, why not write for the artist who kicked off my inspiration to becoming a writer? @drew-winchester I owe you so much for everything, I hope you stay safe in France you outstanding person! I hope you enjoy!)
It’s been almost a year now since Rey and Neville had tied the knot and were married. Rey laid in their bed cozily sleeping while the brisk Fall air of Britain sweeps the outside. She slowly wakes up from her sleep, the sounds of clanging within the house being what woke her up. She shoots up from the bed, holding her head and the complete mess that was her hair somewhat standing up by itself, and groans. She shivers a little to the cold air hitting her skin with the blanket no longer covering her now. She goes to try to shake Neville up, but finds her husband missing.
“Nevil-” She was cut off by another clang and her husband trying to not curse so much. The sudden sound nearly had her jump from her bed!
(This was going to happen, don’t think I wasn’t going to do this. I was just sitting on it until after Aftermath released. I had little hope that they’d fix her, and somehow I still find myself disappointed with everything. If you like the new Sindel, kudos to you. This is just something for me to enjoy and with other people who liked her original story. I hope you enjoy!)
(Sad fic alert! A happy sad fic, but a sad one to be sure! @pebster needed a fic with how stressful she might feel, so I will deliver something to help her feel a tad better! I hope you enjoy!)
Another year passes on this world, another anniversary of the Lich King’s demise. Throughout the world, Horde and Alliance, cheer at the death of the Jailer of the Damned, fireworks shooting off and hearty laughter all around, even tense borders loosen for the day as the two groups of guards and soldiers come together and share a drink to the death of the traitor Arthas! A day that brings all together in a momentous occasion of jubilation and celebration!
All except for one elf, who is visiting the hollow grounds of the raided Citadel.
A farseer of the Craftworld of Ulthwé stands before the inquisitor. Behind her, two warlocks carrying swords at their belts. "You are the inquisitor that called to speak to us, yes?" The farseer asks, her helmet visor's staring right at her.
The Inquisitor was a tiny thing, a mere inch over five feet tall, and was unarmored - though her clothing choices left all but her face covered. A headscarf wrapped around her hair hide her ears, a tall collar hid a questionable scar, gloves hid what were once claws. Human, but not human enough, according to her Imperium.
She also looked exhausted, recovering from recent conflicts and injuries.
“I did. I wished to thank you for your aid in person and potentially negotiate for further cooperation. Though… I admit, I am also curious. I have never spoken with one of yours before.”
“Do you have any spirit stones, or a location of one at that?” She asks, walking around the inquisitor to get some more info in here.
Raiq noticed one of the warlock take his hands into theirs. Then, he heard this one’s thoughts in his head. <Don’t cut yourself too short Raiq, you had enough heart to speak to two xeno witches without worrying about death of anykind. You’re kind, gentle as a breeze, and a wonderful person.> The other warlock nods to this, as this one let’s his hand go.
Okay, so it was definitely a girl, who sounded very pretty to him.
“Unfortunately, no. Though, I may be able to contact someone who does. They work with us from time to time, I am certain they would be willing to cooperate.” An eye is kept on the Farseer as she walks around, though the Inquisitor didn’t seem bothered.
Raiq hardly seemed bothered when the warlock took his calloused hands, though he was curious as to why - the voice in his mind earned a surprised blink and a grin. Another silent laugh from the mutant, amusement rumbling across the telepathic connection before it was cut. [I know all that.] He signs to them, still smiling.
[Easy to be kind. Hard to be smart. I don’t mind not having a head for it. I’m good at other things.]
Now the other Warlock steps forward, [Still, you should not look down upon yourself for a lack of knowledge. If you wish to learn, we can help teach you. That is, if you're okay to learn from two eldar witches of course.]
Ysedra sighs, clearly not enjoying the answer. "I suppose for now, even as hollow as it would seem, that is the best option to save our fallen brothers and sisters. What about mapped out colony worlds? That would also prove to be useful."
(Been a long time since I made one of these for @drew-winchester. Sorry for the absence, been learning how to write better with drabbles from some friends here. I hope you are doing well yourself! As an apology for going dark, here’s an AU for our favorite elf as a high elf! Had me thinking for a bit, so I hope you enjoy!)
(Here’s the final Warden for this Dating sim thing: Iwarela! The night warrior warden! I should really start pumping these out since I promised to make them awhile ago to @pebster. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!)
14. Stuck somewhere with your muse. (Ysedra)
“So… is this what you had in mind for a date Akhenaten?” She asks, the two trapped in the forest. The picnic that Akhen originally planned was interrupted by the ever expansive Tau Empire.
Comms are dead, stealth soldiers are looking for them, and leaving the forest warrants plasma fire. So unfortunately, they were trapped.
The Perpetual blinked, then cocked her head. The scent of the Tau filled her nostrils, making her hungry. There was also anger but her feelings leaned more towards the former one. She cracked her knuckles. “Those blueberry motherfuckers are it again. And no, this wasn’t what I had in mind for a date.” Not that I would turn down the opportunity for a hunt.
The thrill of the hunt. It was enough to make a woman sick. By the time she realized it her hands were already on the Bolter. I hope this works, else I’ll turn into a bear and wreck shit.
She growled when the scent got closer.
Ysedra held her singing spear and moved to Akhen’s back, keeping an eye out for her. “Next time we date, perhaps it be best we stay on the ship together? Perhaps lie in bed together at that?”
The farseer moves Akhen forward to dodge a blast, and a stream of lightning blasts forth from her fingers! The screams of the imperialist xeno filled the area before dropping to the floor. Next she spun her spear to intercept another blast and direct it to the ground below!
“Akhen! Fire on your 9 o'clock and 4 o'clock now!”
Her clothes getting dirty pissed Akhenaten even more. She threw a lightning bolt in the 4 o’clock direction, then grabbed Ysedra and jumped of the way because another Tau had joined the party. Their plasma blast however grazed the Astarte’s side, making her scream. “Ysedra, take care of the one that was at 9 o’clock would you? I need to teach a knucklehead a lesson.”
In the blink of an eye the Astartes transformed into a bear. In the heat of the moment it didn’t matter that the other woman would see that, that tau should die.
The following moments were a blur of anger and pain. Her claws and teeth hit the xenos but it wouldn’t just die, it’s armour was thick. It fought back with all it could but the more it hit her the angrier she got. She was going to wack this dude even if it killed her.
The xenos soon started saying something in an strange language. It was asking the others for help!
Ysedra watches Akhen almost instantly becoming a bear, sparing a moment to nail the Tau with her singing spear. She tosses it towards their direction, watches it pierce the invader deep into their chest, and calls it back to her.
Seeing how it was begging for help, Ysedra simply flicked her wrist and a sickening snap was the result. It was a quick death, but not something she was looking forward to.
Then she felt something. Something... burning? Burning on her... chest? The farseer slowly looks down to find a plasma shot hit her dead center on her chest. She fell to her knees, an overwhelming feeling of pain taking hold. She watches one of the fire warriors fire two more shots at her, forcing her to the ground.
"A... Ak...n?" She weakly calls out, the pain forcing her quiet.
14. Stuck somewhere with your muse. (Ysedra)
“So… is this what you had in mind for a date Akhenaten?” She asks, the two trapped in the forest. The picnic that Akhen originally planned was interrupted by the ever expansive Tau Empire.
Comms are dead, stealth soldiers are looking for them, and leaving the forest warrants plasma fire. So unfortunately, they were trapped.
The Perpetual blinked, then cocked her head. The scent of the Tau filled her nostrils, making her hungry. There was also anger but her feelings leaned more towards the former one. She cracked her knuckles. “Those blueberry motherfuckers are it again. And no, this wasn’t what I had in mind for a date.” Not that I would turn down the opportunity for a hunt.
The thrill of the hunt. It was enough to make a woman sick. By the time she realized it her hands were already on the Bolter. I hope this works, else I’ll turn into a bear and wreck shit.
She growled when the scent got closer.
Ysedra held her singing spear and moved to Akhen's back, keeping an eye out for her. "Next time we date, perhaps it be best we stay on the ship together? Perhaps lie in bed together at that?"
The farseer moves Akhen forward to dodge a blast, and a stream of lightning blasts forth from her fingers! The screams of the imperialist xeno filled the area before dropping to the floor. Next she spun her spear to intercept another blast and direct it to the ground below!
"Akhen! Fire on your 9 o'clock and 4 o'clock now!"
