Half-moon spectacles

Rp blog for Bolivos (The Mender). (His Birthday is February 18th. Aquarius.)

[bolivos-dawnlight]

“I daresay my artist has improved greatly since the last I commissioned her… Oh… What a shame to lose such a wonderful family portrait… Perhaps I may commission from her a new one to include Nathaniel and Samuel.” - Bolivos Dawnlight

[safrona-shadowsun]

Safrona,

I know it has been quite some time since we have checked in with one another. Simply put, life was fairly relaxed up until now. My daughter got married, had a son with her husband… She found her mother and grandmother - much like Alonsus Faol her Grandmother Blanche had been one of the many already dead in their graves and risen back during Lordaeron’s fall - funny it took so long for a reunion. She has a lot of spunk, for an old woman of the cloth - you might like her. I digress - life was warm and relaxed, not many complaints.

Then Dalaran was destroyed and with it my beloved Clinic was turned to rubble. I fear my tender heart may never recover from the loss of so many pleasant memories made it my little corner of that magical city.

Well, with these turbulent times I hope you have been doing well enough, my daughter’s link to the Shadows and Void had been challenging with this Harbinger looming over our world. I thought of you, my dear friend, fairly often whenever she had terrible visions and nightmares. Mayhaps we meet again in person some day, have a talk about where life has taken us, not that my experiences have been all that fantastical - another chuckle from me.

Well wishes and warm regards,

Bolivos Dawnlight, the Mender

Safrona initially regarded the letter with the same weary turn of the eye as she would too many others that passed through her hands. A Courier could build a kingdom of envelopes, and it would be one that would either drive her to a new echelon of void madness or unsung death by papercut. Some couriers were all too happy to collect mail - obsessed over it, even. Today she was done with it.

She much preferred voices and meetings for a reason. Voices had soul. Paper and ink were simply that. But Safrona would meet the expectant tradition of letter exchange as she only could.

Inevitably she pried the envelope free with a favorite opener and let her eyes focus on the words. Her manner improved as she read a wealth of story, realizing who wrote it by the end, then silently reading it all again with the Mender in mind. Some sign of a smile had turned at her lips. Bolivos had always been comfortable company, a benign sort of personality as most Menders tended to be. Conversation had been easy around the man. Maybe at times, too easy.

He had addressed her by name. Not simply "Courier", or even "Lady Shadowsun". Few knew how important the distinction was. And he wrote to her like an old friend. Clearly he was a man of the ink. Briefly she wondered how many letters he penned, if he wrote regularly in journals.

But what to write in return...? Time had a habit of change, and she had evolved in a smattering of small ways since they last spoke. She sighed inwardly as she thought to put pen to paper, preferring the jotting of short notes to the entire investment of long winded writing of...who knew what.

Words always came to her better when voiced. Beckoning an enchanted pen and filling a hand with a flute of merlot, Safrona wet her voice with drink as her letter would be transcribed:

Bolivos, It's a surprise to hear from you. A good one. Dalaran's fall definitely ruined a web of connection for me as well. As much as I had a complicated history with that city, it sent its ripples. But we all move on as we must. We function as we have to for the sake of our world and the people depending on us. Can't let the Harbinger completely have her way, can we? <a strained, dry chuckle> Besides. When one place to gather falls, another eventually takes its place. Have you heard of the Arcantina? I would definitely recommend it. But yes. I've managed to keep myself busy too. I've made some choices with the business that I think have been successful in the long run. I run my own team of Couriers now, and that opens myself for other pursuits I've had bottled up too long. I've also managed to find Home in another, and we have ourselves settled in a way I never thought I'd be. Then again, the past has also caught up to me in a way I never thought it would either. All around it's been almost a decade of surprising turns since we last spoke. But Bolivos, I think all this talk of turns and daughters might be best made with something good to drink between us. I do still take Confession, after all. Let's make a plan to meet and see what we can get each other to spill, yes? I have a little request. A favor, even. I'll be including a little chatterstone with this letter. Attune to it as you like and contact me this way from now on? Another letter might finally be the death of your Courier one of these nights. Sincerely, -S

{ @themeanbunny }

[bolivos-dawnlight]

Bolivos received the returned letter and the chatterstone, then broke into a fond smile as he read it over.

He shook his head, a Courier who was sick of letters? It earned a small chuckle at the irony, but he couldn't blame her. Azeroth was a very strange and chaotic place -- as much as he enjoyed his line of work he had to admit he very much had enough of violent patients, and like many doctors, didn't much care for being seen by physicians himself.

Well, now he had to find his way to the Arcantina at some point in order to see his old friend, drinks did sound nice.

[bolivos-dawnlight]

“Now, I believe Bishop Faol had need of us to bolster those at the Sunwell. Let us go help our first line of defense against the Devouring Host.” - Bolivos Dawnlight

[safrona-shadowsun]

Redwine Retreat is now available!

Historically a retreat that a collective of old world vintners fell back upon to preserve their life's work in the face of invasions and war, what once was a small hamlet has grown into a prestigious community. Now Redwine Retreat has prime real estate available for the discerning eye! Come visit today!

Contact for an Appointment:

Lady Safrona Shadowsun ( Alliance - Wyrmrest Accord )

( This is a Charter Housing Community I've created, Founder's Point side, and there is plenty of housing plots available! I'd love it to host rpers, but if you are just looking for an Alliance Neighborhood plot, I'm open! I can invite any Alliance character from any server to purchase a plot. Please send an Ask and let me know if you are interested! Or you can find me in game! Hell, make it an IC application for funs ;) )

[bolivos-dawnlight]

“I’ve moved here. Lovely neighborhood. It’s nice to have my own place to rest again. Since Dalaran fell, well, I had been making quite good use of the inns on the Isle of Dorn. I am quite thankful I saw an old friend had made an advertisement… Though, admittedly, I am worried about losing a home… A-Again.”

“…”

“Ah! Well, I’ll be fine, though the transition is slow.” - Bolivos Dawnlight

[bolivos-dawnlight]

“I’ve been dealt blows before. Losing my home… Again - well. I can get back up on my feet. I suppose I am no longer in semi-retirement.” - Bolivos Dawnlight

[bolivos-dawnlight]

Bolivos and Dalaran's Destruction (Part 1)

Like many others around Azeroth, Bolivos had been having flashing visions of a radiant song during some moments of rest. Though they were strange, he could do little about them, so he did the only thing he could.

Push them aside and worry about things he could actually influence in the now.

His daughter Antoinette had been plagued with terrible nightmares of recent, as far as he could gather they began around when everyone else was having visions of a voice calling. Bolivos and his daughter discussed that her reaction was likely due to her proclivity to the Shadows and delving into the Void... He was worried about her, of course, Bolivos was a chronic worrier and he worried especially when there was little he could do to help someone he loved. Usually Dreamless Sleep potions helped her unconscious yet overactive mind - but did little to help her now. Bolivos didn't doubt her husband, the respected Doctor Nathaniel Jameson, did everything he could think of trying to help... He just wished he could do more, no doubt her three children were scared to hear their mother scream in the night.

She was with him today, though not as a patient. Today they were quickly preparing his little clinic as he had gotten the news the Council made the decision to move the entire city to another part of Azeroth. The pair had learned the lesson of being ill-prepared for the jump the flying city could make. From Northrend to above Kharazan, then to sit above the Broken Isles, so many things had been broken they thought would have been okay back then. Anne didn't like to remember the ordeal as the second jump she ended teleported halfway through a door, something he did like to tease her for being so disgruntled by it, as she ended up okay enough despite a few splinters and an incredibly bruised ego...

Anne let out a sigh and wiped sweat from her forehead as she tucked away the final densely packed box of delicate medical equipment. "Well, hopefully nothing breaks. Last time it was a disaster replacing everything as soon as war broke out." She said to Bolivos as he rounded the reception counter to meet her.

"Yes, but I think we have everything more secure this time. ...Though you ought to head back home to Nathaniel and your little ones. He would be worried sick if you teleported through another door - or ended up like that other fellow where two parts of you were split across the city." He teased with a soft chuckle as he shooed her towards the door, his lips wore the same easy smile that he always did, with just a hint more mischief.

Anne dug her heels into the ground, bunching up the rug underneath her boots, "Don't bring that up again!" She pouted, cheeks puffing up in her still somewhat youthful manner, despite being a nearly forty mother of three. "Just - send us a letter when everything with you is settled, okay?"

Bolivos knew Anne didn't like to leave him alone so long, always worried he'd slip back into his depression he had been melting away into when they first met... But Anne had a family of her own now - she had to worry about them - and it was his job to worry about her! No doubt he had been in enough wars to handle himself... She needn't worry. He broke from his thought as suddenly the resistance of his push ended and she stepped forward on her own, then turned around for her large emerald eyes to narrow up at his own haunting golden glow.

His smile faltered somewhat as she rushed forward and hugged him tight around his waist. Something about how she acted, as if he would never see her again hit him - but quickly his face evened out into a smaller smile... He still carried some warmth, despite his curse of undeath.

"I will, I will, Starlight." He said, gently ruffling her hair. "Be safe on your way home."

Anne beamed up at him, "I will. I love you." She said as she drew back, arms slipping from around him. She didn't seem too sad that he couldn't quite work out a soft 'I love you too' or a 'goodbye'. He said goodbye to her so often... Why could he not say it now?

Now with the door closed...

He was alone.

Finally his face fell completely, the smile faded into a still and serious gaze as he looked over his empty clinic. Things were packed away so nothing would go flying, shelves secured, beds dressed down - but easily accessible if anything were to go wrong. It wouldn't be long now until the Council finished their spell to move the city. He just prayed to the Light that Anne would be out of the city - she was quick - he had to hope she'd get home just fine.

He just felt so... Uneasy. The way Anne looked quietly terrified, sneaking glances at the dark places in the clinic, staring at him for a time when she thought he wouldn't notice... She never did share with him what she saw in her nightmares, he never wanted to pry, he wasn't the sort.

He shook his head and let out a soft sigh and found a spot to sit down and gaze out the window into the streets outside.

Now... He just had to wait for the city to give one final warning before it moved.

[bolivos-dawnlight]

Bolivos and Dalaran's Destruction (Part 1)

Like many others around Azeroth, Bolivos had been having flashing visions of a radiant song during some moments of rest. Though they were strange, he could do little about them, so he did the only thing he could.

Push them aside and worry about things he could actually influence in the now.

His daughter Antoinette had been plagued with terrible nightmares of recent, as far as he could gather they began around when everyone else was having visions of a voice calling. Bolivos and his daughter discussed that her reaction was likely due to her proclivity to the Shadows and delving into the Void... He was worried about her, of course, Bolivos was a chronic worrier and he worried especially when there was little he could do to help someone he loved. Usually Dreamless Sleep potions helped her unconscious yet overactive mind - but did little to help her now. Bolivos didn't doubt her husband, the respected Doctor Nathaniel Jameson, did everything he could think of trying to help... He just wished he could do more, no doubt her three children were scared to hear their mother scream in the night.

She was with him today, though not as a patient. Today they were quickly preparing his little clinic as he had gotten the news the Council made the decision to move the entire city to another part of Azeroth. The pair had learned the lesson of being ill-prepared for the jump the flying city could make. From Northrend to above Kharazan, then to sit above the Broken Isles, so many things had been broken they thought would have been okay back then. Anne didn't like to remember the ordeal as the second jump she ended teleported halfway through a door, something he did like to tease her for being so disgruntled by it, as she ended up okay enough despite a few splinters and an incredibly bruised ego...

Anne let out a sigh and wiped sweat from her forehead as she tucked away the final densely packed box of delicate medical equipment. "Well, hopefully nothing breaks. Last time it was a disaster replacing everything as soon as war broke out." She said to Bolivos as he rounded the reception counter to meet her.

"Yes, but I think we have everything more secure this time. ...Though you ought to head back home to Nathaniel and your little ones. He would be worried sick if you teleported through another door - or ended up like that other fellow where two parts of you were split across the city." He teased with a soft chuckle as he shooed her towards the door, his lips wore the same easy smile that he always did, with just a hint more mischief.

Anne dug her heels into the ground, bunching up the rug underneath her boots, "Don't bring that up again!" She pouted, cheeks puffing up in her still somewhat youthful manner, despite being a nearly forty mother of three. "Just - send us a letter when everything with you is settled, okay?"

Bolivos knew Anne didn't like to leave him alone so long, always worried he'd slip back into his depression he had been melting away into when they first met... But Anne had a family of her own now - she had to worry about them - and it was his job to worry about her! No doubt he had been in enough wars to handle himself... She needn't worry. He broke from his thought as suddenly the resistance of his push ended and she stepped forward on her own, then turned around for her large emerald eyes to narrow up at his own haunting golden glow.

His smile faltered somewhat as she rushed forward and hugged him tight around his waist. Something about how she acted, as if he would never see her again hit him - but quickly his face evened out into a smaller smile... He still carried some warmth, despite his curse of undeath.

"I will, I will, Starlight." He said, gently ruffling her hair. "Be safe on your way home."

Anne beamed up at him, "I will. I love you." She said as she drew back, arms slipping from around him. She didn't seem too sad that he couldn't quite work out a soft 'I love you too' or a 'goodbye'. He said goodbye to her so often... Why could he not say it now?

Now with the door closed...

He was alone.

Finally his face fell completely, the smile faded into a still and serious gaze as he looked over his empty clinic. Things were packed away so nothing would go flying, shelves secured, beds dressed down - but easily accessible if anything were to go wrong. It wouldn't be long now until the Council finished their spell to move the city. He just prayed to the Light that Anne would be out of the city - she was quick - he had to hope she'd get home just fine.

He just felt so... Uneasy. The way Anne looked quietly terrified, sneaking glances at the dark places in the clinic, staring at him for a time when she thought he wouldn't notice... She never did share with him what she saw in her nightmares, he never wanted to pry, he wasn't the sort.

He shook his head and let out a soft sigh and found a spot to sit down and gaze out the window into the streets outside.

Now... He just had to wait for the city to give one final warning before it moved.

[rpsentences]

SENTENCE STARTERS | MARVEL ULTIMATE ALLIANCE 3

feel free to change pronouns if needed ! ____ signifies a place where you can insert a name . 

❝ How was I supposed to know that this thing was so important to you? ❞ ❝ Anyone else would have waited to offend their client until after they were paid, you know. ❞ ❝ I’m not just anyone else. I’m one of a kind, baby! ❞ ❝ What trouble have you steered us into now !? ❞ ❝ Anything is better than that racket you call “music”… ❞ ❝ I was gonna say “let’s look for survivors”, but sure, treasure’s good too. ❞ ❝ You certainly wasn’t who I was expecting, but I’ll be happy to kill you anyway. ❞ ❝ Your stupidity may have doomed the universe! ❞ ❝ You’ve proven far more useful than I could have imagined. ❞ ❝ Your pathetic attacks cannot harm me. ❞ ❝ I have felt death. This…is slightly less pleasant. ❞ ❝ There’s nothing like a good old fashioned brawl to make me feel at home. ❞ ❝ Not that I’m complaining, but shouldn’t this place have guards? ❞ ❝ You have the honour of being my first victim. ❞ ❝ Something’s not right… I can feel it in the air. ❞ ❝ I was starting to think I’d have to clean this mess up by myself! ❞ ❝ When this is over, remind me to never hang out with you again. ❞ ❝ When I get out of here, you’re gonna get it! Just gimme a few minutes to recover, okay? ❞ ❝ It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate real showmanship! ❞ ❝ If you let me out of here, I promise I won’t hit you anymore! ❞ ❝ You will rue the day you thought yourself fit to challenge me. ❞ ❝ Schools out, punk, and you just failed. ❞ ❝ This is what I get for leaving a pawn like you to do the work of a king. ❞ ❝ You’re better off by my side than behind bars. ❞ ❝ I’d like to say this isn’t your fight, but you’d know I’d be lying. ❞ ❝ You know me… I just love this superhero stuff… ❞ ❝ Gotta keep the mystery in our relationship somehow, babe. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome to follow me… just watch your step. ❞ ❝ Stopping cosmic annihilation is a bit outside my comfort zone… ❞ ❝ We are no longer safe in our own home. ❞ ❝ This is a private party. No crashers allowed! ❞ ❝ How come people always launch attacks on my day off? ❞ ❝ Our goals are aligned, even if our methods are not. ❞ ❝ Could you do me a favour and die already? I’ve got a reputation to maintain! ❞ ❝ When ____ is done with you, you’re gonna wish you let me put you out of your misery. ❞ ❝ The only currency your kind seems to understand is power. ❞ ❝ When has following you ever done me any good? ❞   ❝ I did not come here for a fight, just to claim the power that is rightfully mine. ❞ ❝ I will watch as all you hold dear crumbles to the ground around you. ❞ ❝ Someone’s about to get a kick square in their chimichangas! ❞ ❝ A new era is dawning. It’s such a pity that you will not get to see it. ❞ ❝ I will have what is mine, even if I have to pry it from your dead hands. ❞ ❝ For once, I’m not the ugliest guy in battle. ❞ ❝ I’m starting to think I wasn’t clear enough about the gravity of your situation. ❞ ❝ These monsters aren’t going to hunt themselves. ❞ ❝ I’ve waited so long to make you mine… ❞ ❝ You might think you’ve won, but I shall return stronger than ever before. ❞ ❝ Why have you opened the doors to the chaos I fought so hard to leave behind? ❞ ❝ I should have known you were behind this. Only you would dare betray our people. ❞ ❝ If you believe in the goddess, now would be the time to start praying. ❞ ❝ I’m afraid I can’t let you go any further. ❞ ❝ I’m just a liability…A weapon our enemies can use against you. ❞ ❝ Stick to science. Fighting isn’t your strong suit. ❞ ❝ No man is fit to wield this kind of power. Not even a king. ❞ ❝ I’d be lying if I was saying that this wasn’t taking a toll on me. ❞ ❝ I’ve only come to claim what’s mine, but if you resist, I’ll take your life as well. ❞ ❝ I can read your every move before you even make it. ❞ ❝ With such power at my command, you are little more than a flea to me. ❞ ❝ Death by my hands is not an honour you have earned. ❞ ❝ The living do not belong in this wretched place. ❞ ❝ If you let me out, I promise I’ll behave. ❞ ❝ What kind of master plan ends with you locked away in a dungeon? ❞ ❝ Despite appearances, I really am on your side. Give me a chance to prove it. ❞ ❝ One day of heroics should atone for centuries of evil, right? ❞ ❝ You should have learned by now that your kind of evil never wins. ❞ ❝ Everyone has a weakness. It’s just a matter of finding it… ❞ ❝ With a few words, I could twist your fragile mind to obey my every whim. ❞ ❝ You truly believe you can win, don’t you? Fool. ❞ ❝ You’ve come a long way just to die. ❞ ❝ Of all the days to finally become a hero, this one perhaps was not the wisest of choices. ❞ ❝ Perhaps…we are not that different after all, you and I. ❞ ❝ If I know anything about ____, it’s that he always finds a way to return, even from beyond the grave. ❞

[kavtari]

If my muse shifted to evil, what things do you see them doing as a villain?

Send your headcanon to my inbox!

[noonmutter]

(For Leon or Terry)

[bloodofthedepths]

Looking for blogs!

I’m in need of more amazing blogs to follow! Balaeran has recently begun his detox and has signed up to join the silver hand! 

Cross faction RP more than welcomed as Balaeran used to be a treasure hunter. 40% of his old crew are in fact members of the Alliance!

Please tag with any blogs that are consistent with producing content :) (My dash freezes for hours on end)

THANK YOOOU!

[monstrousthingsrp]

Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

[alliesweetsong-deactivated20260]

lets gooooooo! 

[pridefulmorningstar-blog1]

What does my muse’s voice sound like to you?

Describe the accent, tone, and / or pitch! I just want to know what my muse sounds like to yours!

[safrona-shadowsun]

Printed on paper purple as an eggplant, the flyer bore a white mask that wore two different expressions: one half of the face grinned like a fox, and the other wept as though its heart had been broken. The following message had been written in silver ink: The Brydydd Theatre wishes you a happy holiday / and invites you to join us for a sentimental soiree. / Bring your friends, bring your bae / to our satirical play. / The admission ticket is h t t p s : / / d i s c o r d . g g / 2 2 x m c E J.

“A…play? Curious…” Safrona remarked as she turned the flier to watch the silver ink catch the light, the mystery already pulling her in. “Saraj, I’m…going to have you cover deliveries for these times on these dates. I think I need to scope this out. A theatre is definitely some potential business…”

“It seems less a business venture and more a personal outing…do enjoy, elflettee. Bring company with you, yes…? You’ll grow lonely without your Saraj.”

“I’ll make do, silly thing. I’ve no idea who would escort me, but I suppose I could boost a signal. Going to try to get a full house for this Bryddyd Theatre.”

Each in turn would be given a copy of said invitation from their Courier, names that firstly came to mind that might enjoy such a thing : @mremaknu, @pinpep, @shedwyn, @murkeyglglgl ,@aranyaphoenix, @thefirstperished, @nixnixya @rineah-darkfall, @nixalegos, @lilthessa  @themadamelioness, @braedensunstorm, @viktoraraelson, @gilnean-wolves, @unabashedrebel, @themeanbunny , @allasticus , @asharinhun, @duraxxor, @lexiadieri, @nym-wildseeker, @tycorfireheart, @eurath

{All information about the show can be found here, please ask the amazing writer for more information if you would like to know more! Support an amazing Rper!}

[bolivos-dawnlight]

Bolivos hummed as the invitation came to him. He read it over and smiled, “A play would be nice.”

(Haha, too bad I deleted him a little while ago to make room for a death knight before extra character slots were added.. @safrona-shadowsun I’ve been tempted to make him a void elf just for the aesthetics.)

[thatsthat24]

That Brief Moment Before the Pain Sets In 👣

[browsedankmemes]

The Void via /r/wholesomememes http://ift.tt/2qKm7RS

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Sum my muse up as a news article title

Example: “Local man gets what he deserves”, “Local man fucks everything up.”, etc etc. Bonus points if you make the mun laugh.

[bolivos-dawnlight]

What would your muse put into a flower crown for mine?

Apple Blossom: A promise

Pink carnation: Gratitude

Red carnation: Flashy

Striped carnation: Refusal

White carnation: Remembrance

Yellow carnation: Cheerful

Bronze chrysanthemum: Excitement

White chrysanthemum: Truth

Red chrysanthemum: Sharing

Yellow chrysanthemum: Secret admirer

Crocus: Foresight

Daffodil: Chivalry

Daisy: Innocence

Forget-Me-Not: Remember me forever

Geranium : Comfort

Heather: Solitude

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Holly: Domestic happiness

Hyacinth: Sincerity

Iris: Inspiration

Ivy: Fidelity

Jasmine: Grace and elegance

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: First love

Magnolia: Dignity

Marigold: Desire for riches

Orchid: Delicate beauty

Pansy: Loving thoughts

Peony: Healing

Poppy: Consolation

Rhododendron: Beware

Pink rose: Admiration/appreciation

Red rose: Passionate love

Red & white rose: Unity

White rose: Purity

Yellow rose: Friendship

Snapdragon: Presumptuous

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweetpea: Shyness

Pink tulip: Caring

Purple tulip: Royalty

Red tulip: Declaration of love

White tulip: Forgiveness

Yellow tulip: Hopelessly in love

Violet: Faithfulness

Wisteria: Steadfast