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[ !! for Ahuatli! ]

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Their looks, their personality, and who they are to my muse, + Etc! ___ Khaeris & Ahuatli She couldn't help the deep soul sigh of pleasure as she watched Ahua and little Zia'ja where they sat in the now quiet shallow waves. It was sunset, and like the golden city of Zul'dazar behind them, Ahuatli was radiant with sunlight reflecting liquid pools of gold up on the beautiful troll woman and her baby. The pair were laughing and cooing, delighted in each other. Love was all around. Khaeris shifted where she sunbathed on her surfboard and felt her heart growing too big for her body. This family meant so much to Khaeris. Had taught her so much. Had given her so much. All that might have made it better was if Zul'jawa and Pollux had been there--then again, Khaeris treasured the time she got with Ahuatli (and the baby!) now. Maybe she shouldn't be too eager for the men to join them. The veildancer was such and inspiration to everyone who knew her kind, generous, and playful heart. There was sentimental mist in her eyes as Khaeris lay her cheek down on the board, still unable to take her eyes off her friend. This. This was what life was about.

(Art of Ahuatli by @kissfortheelves ) @darkspear-dancers

#Khaeris #Ahuatli

(Messy re: Marint)

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___ Mesandrèaux and Marint @arealnowhereelf She picked up the small wooden owl carving and stared down at it, recalling the crafter. She imagined what it must be like, to be an artist and create things, to have a vision and plan for materials. Mesandrèaux returned the carving to its home on her bookcase and sat at her desk. Her room was small but so familiar when the rest of life was feeling large and heavy again. Even so, she was restless and walked up the long way toward the small courtyard of the temple, avoiding her family that were working in various spaces. She sat on the bench and looked at the small fountain, the woman lifting her arms in reverence toward the sky. Reverence. Her hands folded in her lap and she kept her expression soft, though she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She wondered how embarrassing sitting for him was going to be. She didn't like to be the center of attention, and to think he was going to draw her face for hours... Her mind wandered and she wondered if only having the one eye hindered his art at all. She wondered how he got started sculpting and carving. ... She wondered how he had gotten into his current work that gave him coin, since he did not charge for his art. She rolled her lips and wondered if she could trust that he wasn't in too deeply, too close to dangerous information and people. She trusted his answer to be as honest, but she wasn't sure about how close you could get to that sort of work and not be stuck in it--even if you wanted to believe you were careful. It seemed such a slippery slope. But he was smart. And he was cautious. He had to be, to take care with his son. He was older than she was, by a good margin, she assumed. She supposed he had been doing it long enough that it was none of her concern how close to dangerous people and jobs he might be. But it was natural to worry after a friend, wasn't it? Were they friends? She hoped so. She thought so. Budding and awkward as she made it, he always smiled and seemed charmed--though she didn't set out with the intent to charm! He had an expressive face and such an amiable attitude, what he must think of her! Reverence. She blew out a sigh and rose, leaving the temple to wander the Suramar streets.

#Mesandrèaux

dontbegreedy

my zandalari troll in her PJS by @mooreaux

!! for Tinnaire!

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___ Tinnaire and Altherei The astromancer was a lovely woman and Tinnaire could feel the warm, curious spirit that she held. It might have been easy to think she was fragile, as well, when the first visions that came to mind were from K'aresh, after the brutal attack that had happened around Altherei. Naturally, shock and fear had been so close to the surface in the eco-dome. But since then, when Tinnaire had seen her, the woman was poised and kind. She hosted frequently, and had that air of welcome and efficiency. Fiorenze and Altherei had become better friends, Tinnaire knew, perhaps drawn by parallels: hosting parties and stars and more. Tinnaire looked forward to getting a chance to know her more, but she wondered if what Altherei saw when she looked at her was K'aresh, as well. Perhaps she'd leave the play for Altherei to make, rather than push in.

@altherei

!! For Nahi answer from anyone you like

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Their looks, their personality, and who they are to my muse, + Etc! ___ Tinnaire and Nahilvi

It was only pineapple juice in their glasses, but even then the laughter came freely. The softer evening sunshine made them both glow as they sat on the patio, each of them stretching long legs out toward the street. Dessert plates were cleaned and now they were simply catching up. It was easy, it was fun, it was warm. Tinnaire took another sip from her glass, eyes admiring Nahilivi's striking hair and fashion style--even for this casual dinner, the woman looked ready for anything. Sometimes, Tinnaire felt old around Nahi, but the other woman never treated her in any way except a valued friend. Maybe it was the part of her nature that had called her to be a good nurse, to help others. Or all that Nahilvi had gone through and how she'd had to grow up so quickly, herself. Tinnaire's heart warmed, listening to her friend talk about the schedule for Fire Fest and upcoming work; Nahi was a busy bee, and she hoped she could give her a few moments of quiet and peace and easy'ness.

#Tinnaire

!! - From Raxwel (For Tinn)

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___ Tinnaire and Raxwel There was a cigar, waiting. Tinnaire's eyes softened, thinking on the man it was waiting for. She could picture his pleased with himself shit-eating grin and she could hear the warm richness of his voice, softened by bourbon and good conversation. She missed the days they met in Dalaran for coffee. She should send him a note, tell him to come to Silvermoon now that it was open. He'd have to sneak into the part of town her apartment was in--but he seemed to kind of like doing that. Raxwel was missed. It had been a season for an elf, but perhaps longer for a human--did he think she'd forgotten him? Had he forgotten her? Surely not. Life just gets in the way. It felt good to remember a platonic friendship that was easy and meaningful; she would try to reach out, send a letter.

@raxwel-blythe

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective: for Messy & Ries, and Tinn & Fio

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Their looks, their personality, and who they are to my muse, + Etc! ____ Mesandrèaux & Riesling There was a glow to the woman, like an aura of the sunshine so beloved of her people. Dr. Vinesong was certainly an asset to the Shielded Mind clinic--positivity and competence could go a long way in helping with an injured person. Mesandrèaux wouldn't have called herself envious of the other woman's easy-going attitude and outlook, but she did admire it and sometimes wish she, too, could be seen as a 'golden retriever puppy'. She felt a wistful little pull at her breastbone, seeing the other woman's free smile and warm expression. ___ Tinnaire & Fiorenze Whiskey in hand, Tinnaire sat back and looked up. And up. A tree. A fucking tree had opened itself up and allowed Fiorenze to home inside it like she a beautiful wood nymph. Tinn shook her head with immense fondness warming her warming her more than the whiskey, and silently admitted to some envy of Fiorenze. The other woman was sipping her wine and telling Tinnaire about her fencing match and Tinn let her friend's voice wash over her, casting a spell all its own to describe the colored enchantments, the arena, and the feeling of the bouts. Fiorenze had changed over the last several years, but it was mostly for the good. Tinnaire remembered the rich brown of her hair in youthful days; now the white hair glowed like the moon. Tinnaire remembered how her friend had drawn gazes and intrigue both, how she'd commanded a room with her smiles and laughter. This felt so much more natural though--two old friends, drinking and divesting life's much smaller secrets and snickers. Tinnaire had always been comfortable with Fio; they'd schooled together, fought together, and laughed together. A time without Fiorenze somewhere in her life was hard to recall. Tinnaire hoped it would remain that way for the rest of her days. ___ @riesling-vinesong @fio-renze

#Mesandèaux #Tinnaire

!! - Khaeris and Pollux too!

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____ Khaeris lay back, relaxing on the sofa now that things had quieted from the semi-regular dinner. The boys had gone and it was quiet. Pollux was reading something Keyalin had brought over, though his left hand rested gently between her legs where she'd draped them over his lap. She was always getting in his personal space. Sometimes she wondered what his eyes had looked like before his accident, before those ingenious prosthetics--she could not imagine him without them. He was focused on the manual currently, but she felt her dimples slowly come out to think about how they looked when they were focused on her. He hadn't yet taken off his prosthetics, but she knew he was in evening wind-down mode. She wiggled deeper into the couch--her evening wind down looked more like a 'pleasantly melted' mode--and the motion earned her a flick of those eyes. She smiled and her breath caught in the back of her throat as her pulse picked up. Just from that. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her briefly before going back to his reading. Gods and goats when he smiled... This had been an unusual campaign for him, with him home much more frequently, but she was not going to waste the extra time she got with her lover. She would drape over him every private moment that she could not quite pull him in to dancing with her.

@polluxhale

#Khaeris x Pollux #Always up in his space

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kharrisdawndancer

Little bit of a weird mood tonight, could use some creative stuff to ponder and post. I'll do it for Khaeris, Tinnaire, and Messy--please specify in your ask.

RP Processes

14. What do you envy in other writers?

I envy people that can make a plot! I am not good at full storytelling; I am sure I could get better, but it feels overwhelming and I feel extremely unskilled in telling a full story. Which is probably why I lean on character profiles and introspective pieces mostly. >.>

But, man!, do I wish I was good at plots.

free-my-mindd

#Khaeris #Kharris

miamlsunshine

#Braedyn #Fancy Cakes #Someday Blizz will give me cinnamon buns or rolls

[Post-DWC Blues] You wrote all across the board for your characters this time around and explored a whole gamut of feelings and sensations as a result, all of which were lovely. I know that you are trying to roleplay more and experience your characters more. I have a few questions for you! Do you feel that DWC helped you realise some of the things you might want to write in the future to facilitate playing more (as your schedule allows)? Who did you enjoy writing for the most, and who was the easiest character for you to write? Was there a piece in particular that you looked at after the week was over and decided that you were especially proud of it? (Hopefully all of them! You should feel proud of them all!)

Do you feel that DWC helped you realise some of the things you might want to write in the future to facilitate playing more (as your schedule allows)?

Maybe? It gives me a moment in a character's mind and places them in context of the current happenings in the plot--so that helps me get a feel for playing them again. Gets my interest in them invigorated again.

Who did you enjoy writing for the most, and who was the easiest character for you to write?

Gosh, the Farthing story was pretty easy--it was very light and had little impact, just silly and fun. The Tinnaire piece might have been the easiest for a real character, though. I wrote two for Mesandrèaux, so I suppose it was her that was the one I enjoyed writing for most. Learning her character and 'voice', so to speak.

Was there a piece in particular that you looked at after the week was over and decided that you were especially proud of it? 😬 Not really, lol. I just slapped stuff together this time, and none of them really 'hit' for me. They were fine.

Thanks!

euphorictruths

Dust- Robert Connett; 2019

#tinnaire

theoasiswinds

well edited this post, um..... Im expanding commission slots due to an upcoming funeral we are traveling to and we need to cover the costs of hotel and car rentals still......

any little bit of help is really appretiated

So, please keep in mind that character design and accessories is a bit extra depending on details, and I will only offer single characters due to time. No backgrounds. Also I dont share step by step of the process unless asked because I charge more for edits.

For payments I accept payment through paypal and kofi

If anyone would like to donate I would really appretiate it as well. due to time and kofi is great for donations Our little family doesn't need to pay for anything for the actual funeral, we just need to get there.

Oh, and I am not offering nsfw illustrations