The Good Doctor

"The Nurses look scary but I assure you they provide great care, but if they can't help you, I am more than happy to help."

[dorlofsinalba]

Dor'lof Sinalba

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[dorlofsinalba]

The Doctor reacted strangely to Bloodsworn's request. To an outsider, it was a simple transaction, professional even. But the strangeness lies within what 'didn't' happen. How Dor'lof 'didn't' press the Magister whether this individual truly needed to be hunted or if it were another of his victims. How Dor'lof 'didn't' press the Magister for more information. Dor'lof 'didn't' complain. He didn't bicker, he didn't glare, he didn't do anything. The Doctor just, accepted the parchment and left. Leaving the Magister to his scheming. .

A grin formed upon the Bloodsworn's face. This was personal. . . Good. . .

Dor'lof was reading the parchment, his eyes stared with a sense of vacancy as he walked. Marching down the streets of still pensive but. . Respectful guards. A smell exude from the Doctor, inodorous to the layman but beasts of heighten senses could smell a specific pheromone excreting from the Doctor's sweat glands. A fear so pungent, so concentrated that it well crosses the realm of 'natural'.

And yet the rats come all the same. Following the Doctor out of the City gates, and with him his Mischief of rodents that look at him pensively.

"You don't bring us to these hunts, Doctor." "The smell is rather strong." "Decided to bring much of us?" "What is the occasion?"

The chittering and squeaks of his Nurses, transformed into harmless all confide curious queries upon the doctor as he marched ceaselessly to his destination. Still staring lifelessly into the face of an Extremely Punch-able Man. Finally he folds the paper once they were thoroughly out of sight of any prying eyes and turns to his swarm of Nurses and speaks in a calm. Calculating, malicious voice.

"We hunt a very cruel father. We will take his soul, and we will break it until every drop of it is converted thoroughly into Anguish. And yet, even 'this' would be too good for him. We partake in cruelty the likes to never be spoken beyond the hushed alleys of the Row or in horror stories of unfortunate witnesses. I. Want. Him. To. S U F F E R. . . Understood?" ... "Yes, doctor."

( @drunkenworgen )

[drunkenworgen]

The man (or what had once been a man) in question was near the border of the Eastern Plaguelands and Eversong Woods, muttering to himself in a language few could understand. His triple irises seemed to be following something unseen as he stared into the darkened embers in front of him, seemingly unaware of the looming threat coming for him. A rat scurried past, just beyond the edge of his vision.

Nothing out of the ordinary, rats were common in the woods, especially this close to the Plaguelands. He continued focusing on Nothing.

Another rat...and another. More began to scurry by, pulling his focus away from his visions and into the present with a shake of his head. Something was...off about these rodents. And the figure looming in distance, staring at him silently.

John blinked rapidly, ice-blue eyes attempting to focus on the figure in the distance as he squinted. "...Ginny?"

( @dorlofsinalba )

[dorlofsinalba]

"Ah. . . So that's why."

He was so. . Quiet, and yet can be heard so clearly. A whisper barely audible but yet the reverberations is so present. There is an elf, armored in red. This elf is pale, so pale, his lips chapped, his eyes. . they do not glow with that of magic. He walks in a half shamble, as if he was already nearly dead. But there are no wounds on this carcass. None visible, barely even a hint of air. . His soul dances on the edge of life and death, the last moments of his life on replay forevermore. Nothing reminds him of this fact more than anger, hatred. The emotions that drove him to fight instead of flee that one fateful day he became that of dead.

"I am not your daughter, Jonathan. I am simply a Wretched elf. . The source of your eternal damnation. You are, and will forever be, unwelcomed upon this world, and the worlds and realms adjacent to it. So long as you remain of existence, you will know, and you will fear, me."

( @drunkenworgen )

[drunkenworgen]

The Hunt

"Doctor Sinalba," the Magister's lips curled into a sneer as he eyed the Death Knight, approaching him cautiously for another hunt. "I've a special case for you." A piece of parchment was handed over to the other man, Bloodsworn's gaze lingering just a touch longer than was comfortable.

"Do take care with this one. His anguish is particularly interesting to me."

Dor'lof shuddered internally, leaving the Sanctum to read the parchment. "...shit."

Doctor -

This one is particularly interesting. One Jonathan Michael Ash. A Gilnean that seems to have been all but CONSUMED by the Void. He's been sighted near Eversong, performing strange rituals, claiming he is looking for someone. Find him. Bring him to me. It matters not if he is dead or alive when you bring him to me, his anguish will be put to use.

(Attached is a grainy photograph of a blonde-haired man, with what appear to be tentacles wrapping around his body, scarred onto his skin.)

( @dorlofsinalba )

[dorlofsinalba]

The Doctor reacted strangely to Bloodsworn's request. To an outsider, it was a simple transaction, professional even. But the strangeness lies within what 'didn't' happen. How Dor'lof 'didn't' press the Magister whether this individual truly needed to be hunted or if it were another of his victims. How Dor'lof 'didn't' press the Magister for more information. Dor'lof 'didn't' complain. He didn't bicker, he didn't glare, he didn't do anything. The Doctor just, accepted the parchment and left. Leaving the Magister to his scheming. .

A grin formed upon the Bloodsworn's face. This was personal. . . Good. . .

Dor'lof was reading the parchment, his eyes stared with a sense of vacancy as he walked. Marching down the streets of still pensive but. . Respectful guards. A smell exude from the Doctor, inodorous to the layman but beasts of heighten senses could smell a specific pheromone excreting from the Doctor's sweat glands. A fear so pungent, so concentrated that it well crosses the realm of 'natural'.

And yet the rats come all the same. Following the Doctor out of the City gates, and with him his Mischief of rodents that look at him pensively.

"You don't bring us to these hunts, Doctor." "The smell is rather strong." "Decided to bring much of us?" "What is the occasion?"

The chittering and squeaks of his Nurses, transformed into harmless all confide curious queries upon the doctor as he marched ceaselessly to his destination. Still staring lifelessly into the face of an Extremely Punch-able Man. Finally he folds the paper once they were thoroughly out of sight of any prying eyes and turns to his swarm of Nurses and speaks in a calm. Calculating, malicious voice.

"We hunt a very cruel father. We will take his soul, and we will break it until every drop of it is converted thoroughly into Anguish. And yet, even 'this' would be too good for him. We partake in cruelty the likes to never be spoken beyond the hushed alleys of the Row or in horror stories of unfortunate witnesses. I. Want. Him. To. S U F F E R. . . Understood?" ... "Yes, doctor."

( @drunkenworgen )

[smallestbubs]

wet beasts

[thedenofravenpuff]

W E T B E A S T S W E D N E S D A Y

[dorlofsinalba]

"You know what? Fuck you, no more medicine until you get your shit together."

[dorlofsinalba]

► “Y’love yerself. N O W.” (UNO reverse card!)

The Doctor was idly scribbling down experiment results of his latest works in keeping void entities within the bounds of flesh before suddenly he is FORCED with an INTENSE DESIRE to love HIMSELF! He naturally resists such horrible temptations for the man is unworthy of anything but self-loathing and disgust for what he is and what he does and has done.

Unfortunately the power was simply too strong and he falls to his knees and buries his face into the palms of his hands. Weeping tears of pure anguish as he bit by bit forgives himself of his transgressions. The undeserving warmth of self appreciation of the many things he does for others and will do for others for the rest of his existence.

( @drunkenworgen )

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[dorlofsinalba]

You are but a mere thorn in Our side and we WILL have her. Whether you like it or not, Doctor.

"As a professional, I think I'd compare myself more of a really bad case of hemorrhoids. So good luck with that. I'm glad you're here by the way, I've been meaning to test on you." He says as he immediately takes out a spray bottle and spurts Billiam with his new and improved 'Void-be-gone' spray now with added primal motes!

( @drunkenworgen )

[murder-me-with-ink]

Commission done for @major-gilneass

Thank you for commisioning me!!! x3

[major-gilneass]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, THANK YOU!

[drunkenworgen]

( @dorlofsinalba )

Look at our dumbasses...! I love them.

[dorlofsinalba]

D'aaaww they're perfect!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you’re a sick fuck

[dorlofsinalba]

“Yer Nurse ‘s a menace.”

"Oh gods, what did they do this time?"

Dor turns to a couple of them who raise their hands up in surrender.

"We're innocent! Innocent! We swear! We didn't send an abomination to Stormwind, it was there when we got there! Honest!"

Then they scuttle away as Dor grumpily sigh and grabs his items. "I swear they'll kill me one day."

[sailor-rains]

WORLD OF WARCRAFT THEMED MUSE Q’S

content warning: death, necromancy, nsfw. spoilers: though they aren’t explicit spoilers, some questions are themed based off the cinematics released for shadowlands.

SHADOWLANDS - Okay so, they’re about to die, no comebacks. Now what? Are they dealing okay? Are they afraid of death and the moment of transition from mortality to spirithood? MANA - What do their powers and/or magic look like? Describe colours, smells, physical sensations, aesthetics etc. ARDENWEALD - Is there anything they regret not being able to save?  REN’DOREI - What ‘dark’ parts of themselves does some of their strength lie in?  BASTION - According to your muse, are justice and vengeance similar? When do they overlap, and when are they different? ARCAN’DOR - What is something completely contradictory about who they are? (ie. things they like, personal views, dreams, etc.) TIFFIN - Who’s someone in their life they wish they had -or- could have more time with? ANIMA - What does their soul, for lack of a better term, -look- like? Describe physical sensation, colours, smells, aesthetics etc.  CHAMPION - If they could switch their skillset to something else what would it be? Is there a different weapon or power they wish they could wield?  EREDAR - What do they think would help to improve the society they live in? ALLIANCE - What is a more worthy endeavour to them, survival or unity?  BWONSAMDI - What ceremonies would they want to be performed before and/or after their death?  WARPWEAVER - What colours and visual themes do they associate with themselves?  LIADRIN - Have they ever witnessed something so powerful that it restored their faith or belief? (it could be faith in religion, spirituality, power, themselves, someone else, etc.) SCOURGE - How would they feel if they knew someone was going to raise them as undead once their mortal life expired? PALADIN MARCUS - Which ways do they prefer to partake in physical intimacy? Tease the crowd with a detail only their lovers ever get to find out? CHROMIE - Hypothetically, if they had the power and capabilities to alter timelines, what would they do with it? Would they languish over their past or visit the future?  REVENDRETH - Hey, nobody’s perfect, right? List the traditional seven sins they would partake in from most often to least often. (lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, gluttony, pride) HORDE - When things are going wrong around them, who do they turn to for help? TURALYON - Who would you choose to voice act your muse? ETERNALS - If they were a worshipped entity, what would they be the patron of? What offerings would they want to be left at their shrines? CULT OF FORGOTTEN SHADOWS  - Have they ever blindly followed someone or something? What was it that blinded them? THALYSSRA - How much would they give or fight for freedom? Is there any price of freedom too high for them?  N’ZOTH - What is something they tend to try to overcompensate for? BANSHEE - Can they describe the scariest moment of their life? MALDRAXXUS - Okay, we get it, you’re a badass. We wanna hear more though so, what it is that makes them as cool as they are? TAELIA - What’s the best story your muse has ever heard?

[fugue-feast]

Apparently I liked this at some point but didn’t reblag it, so here we go! Some fun ones on this list 👀

[strangeharpy]

Is prev knight-coded or liege-coded?

Knight

Liege

Jester/Nuance/Prev is Bald

Voting ended onJan 3

[nilovalentine]

no! healthy relationship will kill the character! he needs an unhealthy codependent romance with a side of power imbalance to live

[dorlofsinalba]

( @drunkenworgen )

[sepiaseraph-deactivated20221120]

May you find someone who thinks your dorky ass is endearing.

[drunkenworgen]

( @dorlofsinalba )

[dorlofsinalba]

Gin slides over, mistletoe on her head hanging from a headband. “ ‘Appy Winter Veil, love.”

"Well well, is it really that time already?" Dor'lof laughed before pulling Gin close before kissing her lips so sweetly, so softly. Holding her as he presses his forehead against her own. "Happy Winter Veil, love.."

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about