Camille Waycraft

The tales, both tall and true, of Azeroth's most overwhelmed dropout!

[nocturnal-stims]

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[the-art-of-dieselpunk-war]

Zdzisław Beksiński  

[camille-craft]

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

"Alright if yah insist on cheating we'll call it a draw here and now!"

Those hollow threats of giving up would be countered by the desperation of flailing and grappling from Camille as she evaluates her... Situation.

This evening of participating in the local gyms workout community event was proving a stupendous effort much to Camille's horror and original underestimation. But after the instructor had made it abundantly clear there was an expectation to truly give it one's all when wrestling their randomly chosen partner... And so, Camille - five foot seven at a whopping one forty three pounds soaking wet - was faced with the five foot eleven human who's over all physique seemed clearer than daylight to be immeasurable compared to her (it wasn't hard, she was a dedicated artist who's time was spent sitting around and illustrating all damn day). She had never felt more powerless despite the literal mana pool pulsing within her. Physically she was... Vulnerable, though, and she became startlingly aware of that fact here and now.

Those rich brown eyes would find the instructor just to offer the man the meanest of mugs, her head dipping low to the mat to stare at him from beneath Dardillen after he'd expertly pinned her. She, ultimately, was down and out for the count as she releases her sparring partner with that same meanest of mugs. She was a bit irritated one could say, humiliation settling into her bones as she pushed and pried with every ounce of might to deposit the man from atop her. Before long she would begin to sweat, her eyes narrowing with the suspicion of strategy. She would get out of this without her magic, she knew there was a hole in this seamless taken down that she could exploit, there had to be!

Before she could over think it the woman exhales shortly before inhaling deeply, her hands moving to cup the back of Dardillen's head with one while the other guides her head forward before pushing down against his upperback. In her mind she could press all of her upper weight into the back of his body to knock the man's balance and send him off her lap at the very least. It was much less about power and more so about redirection of power, pushing herself upward and him down to send them tumbling apart by taking advantage of their slight height difference.

@damien-ward

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[courtofmaasdestruction]

The Courts of Prythian: 3 / 7 —> Night Court

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[poems-and-word]

[massiveninjapeanut-deactivated2]

Anlamını yitiren herşeye, bir anlam yükleme çabasındayım bu aralar...

[aestheticschaos]

Lilac Witch aesthetic

[camille-craft]

[adventure-heart]

Van Gogh effect

[my-aesthetic-vibes]

Worldwide art

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

Questions About Creating Your OCs

‘Cause sometimes the stories of how OCs come to be are just as interesting as the OCs, themselves. Tell me how your virtual kids came into the world.

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? 

How did you choose their name? 

In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts? 

Is there any significance behind their hair color? 

Is there any significance behind their eye color? 

Is there any significance behind their height? 

What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

Are they based off of you, in some way? 

If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person? 

Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation? 

What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

What is something about your OC can make you laugh? 

What is something about your OC can make you cry? 

Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story? 

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC? 

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

[kalrum-archive]

I don’t even remember which of these I MAY have answered, so just ask em all over again and I’ll do so again.

[surrealist-lyricist]

Pyramids Of Salt - The Wonder Years

[the-three-girls-channing]

"You don't talk much do you?" -~ @camille-craft

“No… No, I suppose I don’t. I’m simply not spoken to very often, and the only ones who listen to me are the trees.”

@camille-craft

[camille-craft]

For a moment Camille fixated on the sketch book in her hand, hesitating to return the charcoal tip og the pencil to the paper once more whilst absorbing Rome’s words.

After a beat the woman woukd tuck a chunk of hair behind her ear, promptly causing the charcoal staining her fingers tondust and dirty the edge kf the apple of her low cheek bone leaving a trail if black smudge all the way up to her ear.

“Well,” she muses, “I’m skinnier than a freshly sprouted tree, but I’m certainly not one! And I’m listenin’!”

Thus Caminwould resume with her sketching, promptly musing out, “My names Camille! Whats yours?”

@rome-vanburen

[the-three-girls-channing]

Rome was silent for a moment, half suspecting the woman to be some spirit, or another figment of her imagination. “Rome. It’s a pleasure to meet you. What, if you don’t mind my asking, are you doing out here? I don’t come across many people in these parts.”

She knelt, plucking a mushroom from under a fallen tree, waiting for the other creature’s response.

@camille-craft

[camille-craft]

"The explanation is a simple one," Cami remarks, soon to loft her sketch up and twisting it about to expose the charcoal sketching of a small patch of flowers nearer to Cami's current sitting arrangement-- which happened to be a fallen tree trunk.

"I'm an artist, in both career and spirit. I go where the winds take me, ignoring the worn and beaten paths to pursue the promising endeavor in the unknown, the unexplored. Hidden beauty is what I aim to capture, I suppose?"

@rome-vanburen

[the-three-girls-channing]

"You don't talk much do you?" -~ @camille-craft

“No… No, I suppose I don’t. I’m simply not spoken to very often, and the only ones who listen to me are the trees.”

@camille-craft

[camille-craft]

For a moment Camille fixated on the sketch book in her hand, hesitating to return the charcoal tip og the pencil to the paper once more whilst absorbing Rome's words.

After a beat the woman woukd tuck a chunk of hair behind her ear, promptly causing the charcoal staining her fingers tondust and dirty the edge kf the apple of her low cheek bone leaving a trail if black smudge all the way up to her ear.

"Well," she muses, "I'm skinnier than a freshly sprouted tree, but I'm certainly not one! And I'm listenin'!"

Thus Caminwould resume with her sketching, promptly musing out, "My names Camille! Whats yours?"

@rome-vanburen