Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.
“Is that the best you can do?”
“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”
“Hit me with your best shot.”
“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”
“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”
“Is this necessary?”
“Try again.”
“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”
I have such respect and admiration (and maybe a little jealousy - my stick figures are somehow disproportionate) for all you creative folks and your amazing work. I am not an artist myself, but I am - as the great Adam Savage might say - an Accountant in Potentia.
And based on what I have learned in my studies thus far, I have a message I want to send to all the artists out there:
VALUE YOUR WORK!!!
Seriously.
I’ve seen so many artists who agonize about their work and whether they’re charging too much for their product.
We live in a culture which has celebrated cheapness and devalued the contributions of artists to an almost criminal degree. (Just check out the twitter handle “forexposure_txt”, though artists may want to take an antacid before subjecting themselves to its horrors.)
Artists are a community of folks who put their considerable talents to use and its important, imperative even, that each and every artist work together to protect each other.
Devaluing your own work, or undercharging for your work, doesn’t just harm you, it creates expectations of price that other artists may be expected to conform to, whether or not it makes sense to their circumstances.
It is so important that artists and customers are reminded of a simple fact: whether you’re creating a physical good like a painting or a scarf or digital works like art, music, or whatever, you are creating something that is handmade and custom made. Your customers are not buying something off the rack at Wal-mart that was made by someone earning $2 a day.
Your work has value. Your TIME has value.
You should never flinch because something “seems” like too much money.
Of course, you can be flexible, you can negotiate. Obviously, you can’t price yourself out of work. But charging less than you’re worth is almost as bad, if not worse than charging too much.
I have so much love for all you creative people out there and if this message can help even one person out there, I’ll be satisfied.
Hello, mutuals, followers, and my various RP families. Sara’s mun here.
The past several weeks have been incredibly emotional, so if you guys aren’t interested, I’ll add in a break for those who would prefer to scroll past. For those that stay, even a reblog to help share this would be incredibly appreciated…
First - Our muses having their first time (Kisa; bonus for making it on Argus, before Rel left all those millennia ago)
((Obviously very NSFW... and a bit lot longer than intended (Sorry, not sorry).))
Relena was having a much tougher time of it than Kisa was. The girl was a natural athlete, and Relena suspected quite seriously that the girl could run flat for hours on end. She didn’t have time to think about the burning in her legs or the stitch in her side as they darted between stalks of crops that towered over their heads, the angry shouts of the farmer echoing over the fields.
They had sneaked into Maltuun’s farm after dusk and swiped a few bushels of fruit. Ever the young troublemakers, they had stolen away just as he came out waving a sickle and shouting after them. In the dark twilight they had sprinted across the vineyard and then through the taller stalks of crops that towered over their heads, it was too dark to tell what they were.
They burst from the other side and sprinted across a cobblestone road, into the forest that lined the other side. Kisa weaved between trees with an expert step. She planted her foot on roots and jumped over fallen logs. Relena kept up, barely, stumbling often and pausing here and there to clutch at her chest.
After one such break, she looked up to see Kisa nowhere to be found. The trees had grown thick in this part of the forest, blocking out the moon and starlight. “Kisa!” She hissed out in a loud whisper, but got no response. In their haste, she hadn’t any time to gauge which direction was which, and now everything looked the same.
Worried and alone, she turned this way and that, using a low voice to repeat Kisa’s name. “Damn...” she whispered to herself. She had no choice but to try and find her way out. She headed for the edge of the thick copse of trees and climbed over a log when suddenly, a hand grabbed at the back of her robe and tugged. She was pulled off her balance and collapsed into a hidden little overhang beneath the large roots of one of the trees. Kisa’s arm held her tight and kept her from falling completely, though the momentum carried both of them to fall against one of the root-pillars that held the tree up above the ground and created this little hideaway.
They were inches from each other. “You left-” Relena’s words were cut off by Kisa’s finger over her lips. She tilted her head, listening for the sounds of the farmer. There were none.
Kisa pulled her finger away with a giggle.
Relena fumed slightly. “You’re crazy Kisa... I thought we were just gonna snoop around. Maltuun would’ve wrung our necks if he caught us.”
Kisa retrieved her bag and extracted the bushel of berries she had lifted from his stores. “Yeah, maybe, but I know what I’m doing... and Maltuun grows the sweetest fruit in Mac’Aree.” She popped a berry off the vine and into her mouth, then a second one which she pressed against Relena’s lips until she parted them and took the fruit. For a moment her anger was forgotten. It was the sweetest she had ever tasted. “See?” Kisa offered.
Relena had no retort.
For a long while, the two sat munching on berries in the shadow of the tree and its roots, catching glimpses of stars through the thick foliage above. As the night deepened, and they could see less and less, they both knew it was time to depart. Relena pushed herself up from her leaning position only for Kisa to once again pin her back against the wood and dirt and clamp a hand over her mouth. There was a loud snap of a twig nearby and the two of them froze, certain they had been caught.
Kisa leaned in, pressing against Relena to keep them as hidden against the wall of the thicket as possible. A bright pair of eyes looked over the edge of the hill above and crouched down. It was a dark-furred panthera. Relena trembled in fear, swallowing the lump in her throat. Kisa stared up at it intensely, hand drifting in slow-motion toward her bow. Either recognizing the threat, or deciding it wasn’t hungry, the beast leaped from the hill and sprinted off through the trees.
((NSFW below the break.))
Kisa turned back to face Relena, who did the same, and realized for the first time that they were inches apart. The lump in Relena’s throat returned twice as large as she stared into those glowing eyes, and was quickly joined by a flutter in her chest and stomach. “Kisa, I-”
And for the second time, her words went unheard as Kisa leaned in and pressed her lips to Relena’s. There was a momentary shock, widened eyes and a soft gasp, but as she tasted Kisa lips and felt their silky softness on hers, her lids drooped and sighed into the embrace. Kisa broke the kiss and looked away. Even in the dark Relena could see the blush on her face. “Sorry if that was... I just thought that... I mean, you’re-”
This time it was Relena’s turn to steal Kisa’s words instead. She threw her arms around Kisa’s neck and pulled her back in. They fell backward against the dirty side of their little sanctuary, but Relena didn’t care. Her lips were pressed to Kisa’s with such passion and vigor she hardly noticed the thud. Her tongue slipped between two pairs of lips, meeting its counterpart on the other side. They both moaned, sharing the taste of each other and berries and the thrill of the inky black night all around them.
A pair of hands landed on Relena’s hips and slip up her sides. Then around the back they went until deft fingers found the tie on her robe and pulled. The fabric loosened instantly from her body. Without a moment’s hesitation, Relena shrugged, awkwardly as she refused to break their kiss, until the cloth fell from her shoulders and fluttered to the ground around her feet.
It was Kisa who first broke their embrace. She leaned back and took in the sight of Relena’s body for the first time, naked but for the lace that clung to her hips and between her legs, stopping just beneath her tail in the back. Kisa smiled in the dark, setting a hand on Relena’s shoulder and exploring downward to find the curve of her breast. “Are you sure?” She asked.
Relena knew exactly what she meant and nodded, having never been more sure of anything before, and perhaps even since.
Kisa took her by the arms and guided her away from the wall before lowering her to the forest floor. The thicket under the tree was cool, and soft moss had grown all over the ground.
Relena laid there, looking up at her new lover as Kisa stripped herself of her leather, one piece at a time, until the only piece of fabric still left between them was on Relena’s hips.
Kisa lowered herself down, straddling her naked body atop Relena’s. She leaned forward onto hands and knees, and Relena’s heart fluttered so hard she was sure it missed a beat or six. Without warning, Kisa’s head dipped and turned, and lips pressed firmly into the crease between Relena’s jawline and her neck, just below her ear.
The bottom draenei’s back arched dramatically, her head turning, opening up that side of her to Kisa’s embrace. “Kisa...” She moaned out in a hoarse whisper, struggling to catch her breath.
It became quickly apparent that Kisa had no intention of giving her any mercy whatsoever. The firm kiss to her jawline was followed immediately by another to the name of her neck. Kisa’s open lips sealed themselves to Relena’s flesh and teeth pressed against her. Relena’s eyes rolled back and her hips squirmed. It didn’t stop there, a trail of fiery kisses down her shoulder and clavicle and along the swell of her left breast until it found the erect nub of her nipple.
She paused there again, pressing a kiss around it, but punctuating with a flick of her tongue. It sent an electric shock up Relena’s spine that erupted from her lips in a little squeak. Relena’s other breast was under the assault of Kisa’s hand, wrapping around its curve and squeezing and pinching and all manner of things sending renewed waves of pleasure coursing through Relena.
She could barely stand it. “Kisa... I can’t... Its too much...” She begged for mercy she knew she wouldn’t receive, and deep down did not even truly want. Kisa’s lips continued their journey, down over her belly, not nearly as toned and tight as Kisa’s. It made her blush. But Kisa showed no signs of stopping. She continued down, past her navel, and twisted her head to the side as she neared Relena’s legs.
The next spark hit Relena like a cudgel. Kisa wrapped her fingers in the band of Relena’s panties and pulled them down; just an inch or two was all it took to expose the joint between her hip and leg. When Kisa’s lips pressed to that sensitive crease, Relena had to clap a hand to her mouth to muffle the outright scream of pleasure. Her back arched almost unnaturally and her free hand found its way to Kisa’s head, entangling in her hair, desperate for anything to hold onto.
Kisa, meanwhile, was breathing just as heavily, and though Relena couldn’t see it, blushing just as deeply. After several kisses placed to each joint, each one creeping closer and closer to Relena’s womanhood, Kisa sat upright. Her smile was only apparent to Relena after the high of her arousal waned just enough for her to breathe properly and open her eyes. Long, archer’s fingers reached down to brush a lock of sweat-matted hair from Relena’s forehead. “I... have loved you since the minute I saw you, Lena.”
Relena couldn’t help but smile and tear up at that revelation, as she realized like a waterfall suddenly crashing on her head that the same was true in reverse. She simply nodded, unable to find words, hoping the message was conveyed. There was a moment of silence between them, simply drinking in each other’s loving gazes. Relena reached down, and pulled her panties down her legs until they hung forgotten from her ankle. She reached up and ran fingers down Kisa’s cheek, feeling tears of joy streaked on the skin.
Then Kisa sprang into action again. She shifted her body, reaching down to wrap her right arm around Relena’s left thigh, lifting it up to rest on Kisa’s shoulder. The other leg she swung over Relena’s right. Relena was confused for a brief moment, until she looked down. A slight gasp of realization bled into a drawn out moan of pleasure as the two bare, smooth mounds of flesh pressed together.
For what felt like an eternity - or perhaps only an instant, she couldn’t be sure - Relena had died and gone to heaven. It wasn’t like the brief jolts of pleasure that had coursed through her when Kisa kissed her. This was like being struck by lightning. The pleasure coursed through her ceaselessly. Her hands slammed against the mossy ground beneath her, fingertips digging through the soft surface and into the dirt.
And all of that was before Kisa began to move her hips. There was nothing, no words to describe how it felt as her lover’s hips began to gyrate, grinding their lips against each other. She didn’t know it then, but this was the moment that Relena would picture for the next twenty thousand years every time she felt alone. This was the story she would never tell anyone, not even those she came to love most dearly, the secret locked box deep inside her heart that she would remember forever, and yet never be able to describe.
It didn’t take long for their first time to overwhelm the both of them. Grinding flesh on each other sent arcs of pleasure through both their bodies. Two pairs of lips parted in loud moans. Whatever care they had for discretion was abandoned. Their groans and gasps competed with each other, mixing in the air around them to mingle with their combined scents.
“Kisa!”
“Lena!”
They traded names back and forth, somewhat awkwardly, but their overstimulated brains and bodies could think of nothing else to say.
Kisa’s hips gyrated like a dancer’s, apropos as she was always the more free-spirited whenever the celebrations would come around. “Kisa I’m... I’m g-” Relena couldn’t finish, but her lover seemed to have understood as she nodded so vigorously it could only mean silently “I am too.”
And then the moment hit like an explosion. Like the breaking of a dam, the molten heat of her orgasm radiated from between her legs, up to the top of her head, ripping a piercing scream from her lips to echo among the trees, then turning around and cascading back down body until her legs jerked and toes clenched. And then it did it again, and then again. Wave after wave of her climax wracked her body from head to foot.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, Kisa’s resistance broke and her own orgasm came on just as hard. Between four tangled legs, Relena felt a burning hot wetness that splashed and splattered everywhere, and honestly couldn’t tell which of them it came from, perhaps both.
Their moans and screams were an echoing symphony in their little paradise, hidden in the dark and the trees. There was no one else in the world, as far as they knew. They were alone, and together, and nothing else mattered.
After who knew how long, they came down from the high in tandem, and Kisa collapsed atop Relena.
Relena’s arms slowly, aching from their strain, crawled up Kisa’s back to hold her there. They were both sheened in sweat, flesh sliding smoothly over flesh, and dripping from their combined orgasm. Kisa’s hair was as matted with moisture as she was sure her own was, but that didn’t stop Relena from combing her fingers through it.
“I love you.” She whispered in the dark.
Kisa turned her head in to bury her face in Relena’s neck, feathering kisses on the sensitive skin. Somewhere between them she whispered in response. “Will you make me a promise?”
Relena nodded instantly. “Anything.”
Kisa trailed light fingers up Relena’s body and came to rest her palm over her heart. “I know that our paths will take us away from each other from time to time... but please promise me you’ll always find your way back to me.”
Again, Relena nodded. “No force on this or any world could keep me from you for long, I swear it on my life.”
Kisa smiled and nodded. In the tiniest of whispers, so slight even Relena barely caught it, Kisa added, “...and then forever.”
I think I understand now. I am beginning to grasp the nature of the Sunwell. The whispers are clear. I hear them, awake and asleep. At first they unnerved me but now they are my guide.
My unrestricted access to the well has borne fruit the likes of which I could never imagine. There is power here no one understands, no one even suspects. The well, like its ancestor, is a gateway to realms and powers beyond anything on Azeroth.
The guards stare at me with contempt, unable to act but suspicious I wager. One even accosted me outside the chamber, but a quick word with his captain saw to that.
I am loathe now to even share my findings with Silvermoon. I worry they will not understand, they will not see with my Vision. I have kept them mollified with status reports, falsehoods and misdirections and stall tactics.
I received word from my beloved, she misses me. But this is too important now. I should respond to her letters lest she worry...a concern for later.
I must complete the work.
I must follow the whisperers’ path.
There is a power on the other side greater than anything and I must be the one to control it...
~From the journal of Nor’athon Brightsong, Arcane Researcher of Silvermoon.
Are you jus- not allowed to play competent character’s in RP anymore? Are you not allowed to give your characters silly flaws either? Is every character anyone ever makes jus- supposed to be the below average shlub with no major quirks or things that give them… I don’t know… AN UNIQUE IDENTITY!?
IDK… I’ve just been starting to feel that way in RP.
Me: *want’s to play an Archmage*
People: “Oh no. You can’t do that. It’s too… special snoflakey They’re supposed to be rare… meaning that they should never be played. Ever.”
Me: “Not even if I jus- only give them mastery over three schools of magic instead of all eight?”
People: “Mmm… No fuck you. It’s godmoddy. Bye.”
Me: *reveals that my character has very little physical combative skills and martial practice.*
People: “What!? That’s bullshit! People can be smart AND strong at the same time! She just uses magic as a crutch! You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Me: “Ugh… fine.” *decides to have her learn and become good at physical combat just to make them happy* “Here…”
People: “NOW SHE’S GOOD AT EVERYTHING! YOU HAVE A FUCKING MARRY SUE!”
Me: “…Dafuk?”
Me: *reveals that my character has a crippling phobia of rodents*
People: “So… she’s a dragon… and she’s scared of a mouse…”
Me: “There is a story behind it It triggers her PTS-”
People: “SHE’S A DRAGON THAT’S AFRAID OF MICE! THAT IS SO EMBARRASSING TO ME, AND SO NONSENSICAL! YOU SHOULD GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
Like… I can’t please anyone. At all. Ever. I create a bubbly character with lots of quirks and everyone thinks she’s annoying. So I decide to make her stern and confident instead, and everyone says she’s too grim and edgy. So I try to find a happy medium and then guess what? Now people are saying she’s a mary sue because she’s quote “good at everything”, “Too well rounded”, and “Too special.” I just can’t win. Ever. And it sucks. I try so hard to remain positive and confident when people say this shit to me but then it backfires afterward now because it apparently makes me seem arrogant on an OOC level.
I just don’t know what to do anymore. Mages are like… the only thing I have really clicked with RP and gameplay wise. Believe me, I’ve tried other classes.
Tyeriom my Rogue
Sphynx my Hunter.
Azmordith my Warlock.
Aron my Paladin.
I don’t have a lot of fun with any of them RP wise so Emmy’s really all I got. What do I do? This constant prancy footing is getting quite exhausting.
As a friend, you already know that @archrelena and I enjoy RP with you on River and Darian/Mynaari. So I’m gonna say this once:
Fuck everyone who thinks they’re better than you in RP. You keep Mama Emmy the shapeshifting dragon Archmage exactly as she is. Not just because she’s your character and not everyone else’s, but because she is AMAZING and WONDERFUL and FUN just the way you play her.
If playing with them is contingent upon following made up rules about a made up world in which we make up stories, they’re not worth it. You do you. Its not worth trying to please everyone else.
Line after line, page after page. Relena’s eyes flicked tirelessly over the words. The more she read from the tome, the more unease she felt, morphing slowly into a slight feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach. Though she was no master of the Light, she was still a Draenei. The Light was part of her, and immersing herself so deeply in the knowledge of a Void-Touched Tome was wearing on her, though as always she dutifully ignored it.
It was like this every time with her. She set herself upon a task and became like a bull, determined to see it through to successful completion. Lord Ardan’s behavior had finally been explained, the nature of his darkness and melancholy revealed. Now she had to learn and understand every aspect of its nature in order to enact their plan.
As she read, the light flickered and suddenly extinguished as her candle burned to it’s end. She growled in frustration at the darkness and waved her hand. The long stalactites of wax hanging from the holder remelted and lifted themselves back up, before re-solidifying into a whole candle, burning away again. It lit the small bedroom in Sara and Ardan’s townhouse that she now shared with Kisa. She would’ve confined these studies to her flat, but it was now occupied by Ardan himself, quarantined within the wards she had erected.
She continued to read, but as she turned page after page in the darkness, with only that one candle to guide her, her thoughts found it easier to wander. And they wandered into places unpleasant.
Why bother? Who are they to you?
They don’t even like you.
They hate you simply for who and what you are.
You are nothing to them.
Save their lives and they’ll go right back to hating you.
Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes as the voice of her own thoughts insulted her, filled her with doubt and uncertainty.
She blinked. It wasn’t simply her voice. It was, but it was twisted, warped, made sinister and unreal. She looked down at the tome and frowned. She held both hands over the book. There was a pulse, like a tiny shockwave of energy that bubbled out from her as a glowing rune appeared between her and the tome. The rune burned before vanishing and the twisted distortion of her own voice in her head vanished.
(Art Credit)
She exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath for a while. With the ward in place she leaned forward once more to continue, when a touch at her shoulder caused her to jump.
“Lena...you must come to bed.” She hadn’t heard Kisa approach at all.
Relena turned to look at the Lightforged. She looked positively ethereal in the low candlelight. The rune on her forehead and her eyes glowing dimly, a shimmering translucent nightgown hugging her curves, Her face was etched with deep concern.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you, my love. I am quite alright, I must complete this research as soon as possible.” She glanced back toward the tome, but turned away as she felt Kisa’s hand on her forehead.
“Lena you’re burning up. Please, it can wait until morning.” Kisa wrapped her hands on Relena’s arm and tried to pull her from her chair. “You cannot help them if you aren’t at your full strength.”
Relena continued to look apprehensive but the look in Kisa’s eye melted her resistance as it always did. After a moment, she nodded. A hand wave extinguished the candle properly and plunged them back into darkness. Kisa led her over to the bed and helped her out of her clothes. Relena fell into the sheets without bothering to redress. She suddenly felt more tired than even a few seconds before. Kisa climbed in beside her, wordlessly, and curled herself around Relena. With the girl’s hand on her heart, she felt at ease, and more quickly than she would’ve predicted, she vanished into the realm of sleep.
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