azanae sunstorm

IC blog of Azanae Sunstorm on Wyrmrest Accord. Horde - Sin'dorei in-game name: Azanae Asks are welcome. RP always welcome. Feel free to send a message.

[remanence-of-love]

[a-hymnforher]

How simple it would be to go, if only I were a flower.

[echo-of-her]

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Hmmm... this is interesting. I would describe Azanae as independent, resilient, and probably teeming with more sass than any one person should have. --- Azanae arches an eyebrow, her eyes moving back and forth as if reading some unseen page, before a heavy sigh rends itself from her mouth. She blinks a few times, gathering herself before clearing her throat to address the inquiry. "Three words ain't much. In the current circumstances: dangerous, weary, and distant."

She won't admit to the other word she thought: broken. (Thanks for the ask, @safrona-shadowsun <3 )

[kavtari]

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[echo-of-her]

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

She laughed, low and airy as if the very thought took the wind out of her. "If you're worth kissin', then trust that I'll do it right."

[echo-of-her]

Send me 🔥and I'll tell you what my character finds attractive about yours: 🔥Braeden

"A man who can be a monster choosing not to, with me. You're dangerous, sure - but with me, you find a way to be soft."

[inkpressedpetals]

[echo-of-her]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better!

[echo-of-her]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better!

[mournfulroses]

Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "Deathless," originally published in 2011

[nixscriptum]

[inkpressedpetals]

[yvesdot]

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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[safrona-shadowsun]

Sent to: @safrona-shadowsun @serenas-dawnsinger @quelios-dawnsinger @gravekeeper-anna or @roselyn-ravenblade

[braeden-wra]

For Braeden, @daspien-wra or @sothaes-wra

[echo-of-her]

For Azanae [ @echo-of-her ] or Fayniria [ @fayniria ]

[a-hymnforher]

To know you, was to know forever~

[fayniria]

I dreamed the Thorn still breathed. Velvet drapes swayed like the shaky in and exhale of uncertain lungs. Candlelight bled out of her windows. Each overturned chair had grown roots. The ruin they foretold was stubborn, dug underneath the floorboards and out of them wept black ichor. Blooms the color of bone prickled along these vines - and they whispered my name. There was Cathan, near the stage - strung up not in flesh but in words. His last feverish warnings bound him, bled from his wrists and across his chest was carved the word 'LIAR.' He opened his mouth to speak, but only more of that horrible black ichor came. It choked out of him, a syrup laden with virulent sickness, a guttural and bubbling flood. Those horrible banners unfurled around him, like white fat dripping from a butcher's hook, and I felt a chill settle into my bones. It was the kind that would plague me until I had my satisfaction. The kind that made sure I would remember all of this in the worst way. I would pore over every little detail so that I could stitch remembrance of it into him, brand him with all the fury that raged inside my ribs. He will pay. For everything he has done - and most of all, for interrupting my fucking sleep.

[inkpressedpetals]

[khumeia]