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[ ..... a wildstar character(s) blog ..... ] - bite - ghosts - seventeen - writing main blog: yaranyarai some text posts. some nsfw and m/m content.i will always tag the above bîte, dominion, on evindra. the i is alt+0238

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having heard about wildstar’s newest content drop, i decided to spend one of my credd and pop back in for a week or two to see what was going on. and what’s going on is my new hat. which is perfect. yes. perfect. that’s right. you heard me

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Hey does anyone know where this water came from?? I was house hopping and found this cool bath and I want one. 

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the blue glow is from Hovering Medical Cot turned upside-down, and the 'steam' lines and bubbling sound effect are from Witch's Brew or any of the other cauldron-type items i think a few other items give off the short-length blue glow as well, but the cot is the cheapest. hope that helps!

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Are you happy with the way your character is developing? How have they grown? What's changed? Where are they at in their life? Are they stuck!? What do you feel needs to change? Is there room for improvement?

hm! i don’t have a really well-written answer, but it is a good ask and something that’s been on my mind lately — thanks for this one!- ghosts … needs some work. heendedupsad and i came up with this awesome concept that i promptly just kind of crashed straight into a wall. i’m not really very happy with him.. part of this is because i defaulted to writing a personality type that’s almost identical to most of the people he’s interacted with, so there’s not much chemistry or dynamic to any of it. i’ve come pretty close to just completely doing a 180 with his personality, but i’m also really attached to the writing i’ve done for him so far. urghk. IMPROVEMENT NEEDED.- i’m definitely happy with bite, though! i really, really like him — his concept, his development (or lack thereof), and the consistency he keeps through anything that gets thrown at him is a nice change. he does feel a little stuck, but it’s more from an ooc perspective; i’ve either got terrible luck re: when i can log in, or the dominion side has been hemorrhaging players left and right. or it’s both. today was the first time i’ve even seen anyone else at all in ilium/housing for days. that or you’re all hiding. but, yeah — it’s tough for me to get immersed in tumblr rp since i kind of use the game as a creative crutch, so i haven’t really had any opportunities to do anything with him.

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You know you’re a bad Dominion parent when your mechari nanny/butler/tutor is more invested in your children’s morally-questionable upbringing than you are.

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It gave him more than a headache, when the pigs squealed - it resonated inside him like it was bouncing around an empty chamber, ricocheting off the walls and making his stomach lurch. Kopek twitched with every shrill cry, waiting for the wet thunk of the butcher’s knife to follow - and it always did. He sat with his head pointed down, shaggy dark hair the only barrier between him and the whimpering animal. Thunk thunk thunk. "You’re gonna need to look, Petr." His father’s chiding was stern, but gentle - the man saw the way his son jumped up and shook when he heard the sounds of slaughter. Not a very good butcher’s boy. "It’s just a pig." Kopek tried to hug his knees to his chest when the running blood crept closer, even if the old wooden milk pail he called a stool was too small to really huddle on. “I don’t wanna look.” The child frowned. “I don’t wanna be a butcher. ‘M gonna be a doctor.” "And you’re still gonna have to look." The rusted knife left uneven, dripping stains against his father’s long smock when he wiped the blade clean. "Y’know why, Petr?" - Another lump of wet dirt falls into the hole; Kopek doesn’t wipe his dripping brow when he sinks the head of his shovel into the soil. Only the toe of the soldier’s metal boot sticks out of the hastily piled ground - he’ll bury the rest of the grave, soon. Another secret hidden between the overgrown thorns and strange green lights. What’s another, after all? "You killed him." It’s not an accusation; Botte’s voice carries no judgement, even if Kopek imagines he’s horrified. Maybe he just wishes he was - the mechari’s singular gaze is unflinching. Mud swallows the last bit of poking armour with a wet thunk; it makes stomach lurch, still. No one knows death better than a doctor.

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hmm. somehow, i don't believe you.

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Wildstar /taunt, each race.

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lady draken is on POINT, hahaha. male draken is beyond ridiculous, but christ, that animation is elaborate. hAS ANYONE IN THIS HOUSE EVEN SEEN A CHICKEN

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p much any quest that involves lex

especially missions that involve your character being kdnapped

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omnicock started talking about toric antevian and it reminded me of this -- probably one of my favourite little insight-journals in the game. (nelson laugh) haha! you're sad.

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abandoned warehouse [RP] - six ghosts - entity - exile

     "Don’t touch nothing,” he advised. “Don’t breathe nothing, and don’t look at nothing that looks back at you. Don’t buy nothing unless you know what it is, and don’t. read. the books. Now, listen, Doc. It ain’t in Thayd, but you’re going to have to get real close —”

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ah yes, the familiar sound of someone accidentally using their potion slot while standing at the auction house

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     "Well, that's just about the end of that, eh?"      The memory came to him, sometimes, the way memories do: his father, carrying the rusted, in-case-of-emergency plasma rifle that had been strapped to the ceiling of the nav-cabin for as long as he could remember, stopping to stand tall over his shoulder. The tak-tak-tak-tak of laserfire echoing down the corridor from somewhere far away. The red-alert lamps strobing overhead. And a rotten, sick-earth smell, wet and heavy, like the stink from a hide-trader's cargo hold. Well, that's just about the end of that, eh?     

     "I jumped," he explained, because he knew he had. He listened to the Red Bandit on the radio, and all of the stories about the humans who learned to jump the Void, cataloging every clue to the possibility of a magic that existed somewhere just beyond his reach.       He had been hiding, holding his breath, crammed tail over antlers into the narrow space inside a gutted bulkhead. Only one marauder stood guard in the hallway now; the others had spread out, long gone. As soon as he turns his head, I'm going to jump. I'm going to run and I'm going close all the doors in the entire ship, just like Ma said.

       Only that wasn't what happened. He wasn't sure why. It must have been because he was thinking about the pirate, or looking at him -- but somehow when he jumped, the pirate jumped, too.        His father crouched down beside him, peering into the bulkhead. The big Grund's body hadn't fit where the skinny little twelve year old draken had been: it had folded backward over onto itself, bones bent in a dozen places, compressed against the bulkhead on one side and ballooning around it on the other. His father paid it about as much regard as he would a rat caught in a trap.      "Ye-ap," the old man affirmed, rising back to his feet, "it does look like that. Well, now, sounds like your ma's taken care of the rest of 'em. so we'd better go on  and see about that first. How ya feelin'?"         He thought about it, before answering.  Huh, he realized. I don't really feel anything at all.

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yes, good

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I'm kinda in love with everything about Ghosts.

i am glad to hear this because i wasn’t very sure about making a mordeshbut he is a good side-project and i am glad he’s got a hook for people :] come hang out in his nightmare store