Draenei Tales @draenei-tales - Tumblr Blog

This has all but been abandoned. I dont RP in WoW anymore. But im too fond of the memories and of Neri to actually delete fully.

Im trying to be more active on my ffxiv side blogs though

@faye-ffxiv @lovesick-flowers and @haname-ffxiv

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queendread

Queendread’s 14th Art Giveaway 🎉 🎉 🎉

To celebrate the implosion of the British government I’m giving away three commissions!! Check out my art tag for examples of my work.

1st Prize: Waist-up character portrait

2nd Prize: Shoulders-up character portrait

3rd Prize: Shoulders-up character sketch portrait

THE RULES

Followers only; newbies included. 18+ ONLY.

Enter by liking / reblogging this post, but only ONE reblog counts per person - don’t spam your followers! 💜

I’ll use a random number generator to pick the winners and will be in touch via tumblr messenger.

I’ll paint (nearly) any human-ish character. Check my commissions page for what I will/won’t do, or message me to check.

Giveaway closes 12pm BST on Tuesday 12th July 2022

Good luck!

hunnby

bigskycastle

incapacitated incapable of drawing anything but my padjal

herbalcompendium

A Small Announcement [OOC]

Hey y’all.

I’m not actively playing WoW anymore. I haven’t been for a while. I love parts of the Moon Guard community, but I’ve seen a lot of things here. Some of them have been pretty traumatic. The company itself has had some pretty horrific problems that hit me pretty close to home.

Mostly, I’m both in paramedic school and a tattoo apprentice right now. While I’m still around for big online events, I can’t dedicate the time to maintaining this guide. This wild, lovely, incredible work of botany and fantasy is so dear to me. I cannot bear to let it die, if someone else is willing to water and tend its blooms. I have not written any Shadowlands entries, and am not sure I intend to. I am looking for a new voice.

If you would like to take over the guide, please send me a PM to greaves#5698 on discord.

This message should include:

- a bit about you

- a description of your character

- IC ties for contingency. how did they come upon this guide?

- a sample entry

This is not a first come, first serve basis. I really would like to pass this guide and its future entries onto someone I feel is right for this work.

The outpouring of love for this guide moves me more than I can put into words, but I’d like to make a post on that itself at a later time. That compelling amount of love deserves its own space.

Drop a line if you feel compelled.

XOXO,

G

ex0skeletal-undead

Devoured by the Sun by Anastasia Tupikova (xyzyx.art)

traumagician

Don’t worry guys, he’s safe now

ex0skeletal-undead

Thank you so much for rescuing him :’)

last-to-the-orgy

tastefullyoffensive

cumaeansibyl

do hats fit my frog

jonlybonlyfromboldlygo

do hats fit my frog or do they fit my dog

normal-horoscopes

YOUR SHOES SUCK, YOUR SWAG IS LACKLUSTER, AND YOUR DICK GAME IS WEAK; THINE TRESSPASSES SHALL NOT GO UNPUNISHED [ERADICATES YOU WITH A BEAM OF MOONLIGHT]

raptari

jacqjohnsonart

My lightforged draenei character, Ralua!! Still love this picture, her design makes me really happy.

xxtc-96xx

What are your thoughts on this?

bruh Mewtwo knows what’s up

oneechangoddess

Mewtwo made the right choice

raeloganthesonic06fangirl

That time he chucked Mewtwo into a lake

lord-tachanka-official

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.