Leothal the Southern Warrior [Exile]

=== This is an inspiration blog for a roleplay character on Wildstar [Evindra]. All posts here may be used for either IC or OOC reference to my character. === Leothal Serro: +Warrior +Defender +FCON Corporal +Former Marauder                //Plenty of things get posted here! Wildstar, games, movies, etc. Sometimes...Even NSFW stuff. /Shrug .3. It happens.

[spookynarina-deactivated2014102]

that’s fucking genius

[beastlyart]

And that’s how I RP.

[beastlyart]

Found this again while looking for that photo of my dog. Still appropriate.

[dutchstore]

When you get a dirty text in public by Saleh Ali

[leothal-serro]

Roleplay

When you want to RP with people and are in the writing mood:

  When you find out they’re already doing something or busy:

<Silently just continues to scroll through the same Tumblr feed>

[mordeshmedic]

When they do want to RP with you: 

But it’s a pair you don’t feel like:

[leothal-serro]

When it is the pairing you like: 

But then they need to go early: 

[mordeshmedic]

When they want to talk head cannons with you: 

But you really disagree with them:

[leothal-serro]

When they start disagreeing with your headcanons: 

And then they pick at the flaws of your Characters:

[leothal-serro]

Roleplay

When you want to RP with people and are in the writing mood:

  When you find out they’re already doing something or busy:

<Silently just continues to scroll through the same Tumblr feed>

[mordeshmedic]

When they do want to RP with you: 

But it’s a pair you don’t feel like:

[leothal-serro]

When it is the pairing you like: 

But then they need to go early: 

[leothal-serro]

Roleplay

When you want to RP with people and are in the writing mood:

  When you find out they're already doing something or busy:

<Silently just continues to scroll through the same Tumblr feed>

[oldroots-deactivated20151008]

misunderstood animatronics are my favourite 5NAF concept tbh

[ezralance-blog]

You like shiner?

Lopp give shiner.

[worldofwarcraftcataclysm-blog]

[mrphyguy-deactivated20170125]

Broxigar is my absolute favorite orc of all time. Such a badass

[zodiacmind]

Fun facts about your sign here

[zodiacmind]

Fun facts about your sign here

[bookofsul]

I’ll probably catch up on commissions at the weekend, I’m having a lot school related problem to solve at the moment. Here’s a sketch that I was polishing today a little. Sleeping time.

[carmessi-deactivated20181217]

join the army of buttlovers! Spread the word!

[grimphantom]

Grimphantom:

I fully support this XD

[bmania-sketches-deactivated2015]

Agreed eue

[thefightingnaturalist-archive-d]

Reblog if your muse has scars.

[archiveoftaijiyakohaku-blog]

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

❤ - Conor O'Mally

Zivalah muttered under her breath as she headed for her home, for one such as herself it was a simple little one story thing. Not as extravagant as one would expect for the dancer. Boots thunked heavily against the stone outside before she’d shove the door open with a sigh.

She frowned for a moment, something seemed off to her, it just felt weird. She lifted gloved hands to shove off her winged helm, the fiery locks spilling free in a tangle before she’d set the helm down and start the walk through.

Brow lofted, the fiery haired dancer staring at the man in her bed before she’d lift a brow slowly. Stalking forward, armor clad dancer all but snarled. “What the fuck do you think you are doing in my bed?!” Her fel fire eyes burned, anger, and maybe a little curiosity in them as she stared at Conor, internally seething that he could actually get into her home.

[leothal-serro]

"Well, if ya’ stop screamin’ so bloody much.." <Reaching a hand up, he’d rub idly at the side of his face, smoothing back a few loose strands of hair; obviously depicting that the Rogue had already slept on one side of his body and now his hair was ruffled. He looked towards the dancer. Slowly, he’d let his lips split into a grin as he looked her over, arching a single brow> "What? A Lad can’t come and offer his apologize?" <Conor questioned thoughtfully, canting his head to the side. Slowly leaning back, he’d rest his head against the pillow once more>  "Not my fault ya’ got a comfortable bed. Needed to rest my eyes for a moment" <Patting the side of the bed that wasn’t occupied with another apparent grin on that face of his. The Rogue was weaponless, all of which were seen at the entrance of the door. Gloves, daggers and other weapons included. All he had on would be his leathers and that smug grin of his> 

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

Ziv couldn’t help the frown that was on her lips, hands fairly glowing as she worked on channeling the light through them, quite ready to just bring one of those holy hammers down upon his head. Her lips compressed into a thin, aggitated line.  ”You entered my home without my fucking permission. I have reason to scream and yell. You’re lucky I don’t kill you on the spot.”

She glared at him, crossing her arms under her chest, armor clinking with the movement. She hissed softly before she’d turn away from him. “Apologize for making a threat towards me for some fucking thing that I didn’t have? you’ll have to do a lot more the apologize.” Voice growled.

She stepped away from the bed, shaking her head as she reached back to start unlacing and undoing her armor, flicking the door of her closet open. Stepping just past where he could no longer see her, though he could hear the growl and grumble of the dancer, the clatter of armor being removed and put away. After a moment the woman would step out, simple pants and shirt clung to her frame, those dark eyes on him. “Get to talking boy. You are quickly wearing my paitence with your intrustion into my home.” Plopping that rump down on the edge of her bed, turning her head to look at him.

[leothal-serro]

Conor raised both of his hands up, showing himself as being defenseless and no signs of having anything that would harm. At least on the surface that is. Sitting up again, he’d watch her grumble and hiss, throwing her armor about, hearing it clatter amongst the floor of her closet. Grinning slyly, he’d chuckle as she moved to sit down once more, keeping his spot and not moving towards her.  “‘Ey, I’m just sayin’. Obviously what I did was wrong. The information I ended up gettin’ wasn’t worth the drama it caused tryin’ to find it, Lass” Tapping the night stand at the side of the bed with his fingers, he’d point to the coin purse that rested there.  "I guess ya’ can call that -I’m sorry for pointin’ a gun at ya’ head- payment" Raising a hand, he motioned around her house.  "As for breakin’ into your home. I mean..Come on, what did ya’ really expect?" Motioning over himself.  "Ya’ lock is as easy to pick as breathin’ is natural" Looking her over, he’d once more loft a single red brow, azure eyes watching her.  "I don’t expect ya’ to forgive me, just that ya’ do go throwin’ hammers and such at me. Ain’t tryin’ to bloody another set of gear before the night is over" 

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

She snorted softly, crossing her legs before jsut tucking them up under her rump. She shifted and settld down for a moment, sighing as she reached back to twist and work those fiery locks into a tight braid, letting it fall down across her back. Ears twitched for a moment as she settled to listen to him. 

"Maybe next time you should actually listen to a woman when she tells you she doesn’t know what the fel you’re talking about." She sighed before turning her head to peer at the coin purse then turn her gaze back to him. "I don’t need it. I made enough gold on my own.

She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to him before she’d shift and move, settling her back against her pillows with her arms folded under her chest. “Why break into my house? It’s not like you really have anything to prove or something. Not like you had to come find me to apologize. You could have just forgotten about me.” Murmured softly before she’d look at him, lofting a brow in return. “You are unarmed. I won’t attack an unarmed man without given cause. It goes against everything I am.”

[leothal-serro]

"'Ey, like I said, it was a lack of communication between myself and the person who was askin' for the items. He just said someone matchin' ya' description. What happens when most people are faced in that type of conflict and their involved, well they start lyin' through their teeth. Figured that's what ya' were doin', didn't know until I found the actual person that ya' had been tellin' the truth the whole time" Looking towards the coin purse, he'd reach for it, closing his hand around it as he weighed it in the palm of his hand. Pursing his lips together, he'd shrug, resting it back down as she moved to lay in the bed.  As she spoke, he'd look towards her, almost not catching the words that she murmured softly. Pondering, he'd lay back down as well, hands locked together and rest idly on his chest. Looking at her now, those Azure eyes flashed with a sense of humor and mischief behind them.  "It would of been rude of me to not come back and apologize. Just leave ya' with that sour taste in ya' mouth from the man who pointed a gun at ya' for no reason. Plus, I came to learn ya' name" 

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

❤ - Conor O'Mally

Zivalah muttered under her breath as she headed for her home, for one such as herself it was a simple little one story thing. Not as extravagant as one would expect for the dancer. Boots thunked heavily against the stone outside before she’d shove the door open with a sigh.

She frowned for a moment, something seemed off to her, it just felt weird. She lifted gloved hands to shove off her winged helm, the fiery locks spilling free in a tangle before she’d set the helm down and start the walk through.

Brow lofted, the fiery haired dancer staring at the man in her bed before she’d lift a brow slowly. Stalking forward, armor clad dancer all but snarled. “What the fuck do you think you are doing in my bed?!” Her fel fire eyes burned, anger, and maybe a little curiosity in them as she stared at Conor, internally seething that he could actually get into her home.

[leothal-serro]

"Well, if ya’ stop screamin’ so bloody much.." <Reaching a hand up, he’d rub idly at the side of his face, smoothing back a few loose strands of hair; obviously depicting that the Rogue had already slept on one side of his body and now his hair was ruffled. He looked towards the dancer. Slowly, he’d let his lips split into a grin as he looked her over, arching a single brow> "What? A Lad can’t come and offer his apologize?" <Conor questioned thoughtfully, canting his head to the side. Slowly leaning back, he’d rest his head against the pillow once more>  "Not my fault ya’ got a comfortable bed. Needed to rest my eyes for a moment" <Patting the side of the bed that wasn’t occupied with another apparent grin on that face of his. The Rogue was weaponless, all of which were seen at the entrance of the door. Gloves, daggers and other weapons included. All he had on would be his leathers and that smug grin of his> 

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

Ziv couldn’t help the frown that was on her lips, hands fairly glowing as she worked on channeling the light through them, quite ready to just bring one of those holy hammers down upon his head. Her lips compressed into a thin, aggitated line.  ”You entered my home without my fucking permission. I have reason to scream and yell. You’re lucky I don’t kill you on the spot.”

She glared at him, crossing her arms under her chest, armor clinking with the movement. She hissed softly before she’d turn away from him. “Apologize for making a threat towards me for some fucking thing that I didn’t have? you’ll have to do a lot more the apologize.” Voice growled.

She stepped away from the bed, shaking her head as she reached back to start unlacing and undoing her armor, flicking the door of her closet open. Stepping just past where he could no longer see her, though he could hear the growl and grumble of the dancer, the clatter of armor being removed and put away. After a moment the woman would step out, simple pants and shirt clung to her frame, those dark eyes on him. “Get to talking boy. You are quickly wearing my paitence with your intrustion into my home.” Plopping that rump down on the edge of her bed, turning her head to look at him.

[leothal-serro]

Conor raised both of his hands up, showing himself as being defenseless and no signs of having anything that would harm. At least on the surface that is. Sitting up again, he'd watch her grumble and hiss, throwing her armor about, hearing it clatter amongst the floor of her closet. Grinning slyly, he'd chuckle as she moved to sit down once more, keeping his spot and not moving towards her.  "'Ey, I'm just sayin'. Obviously what I did was wrong. The information I ended up gettin' wasn't worth the drama it caused tryin' to find it, Lass" Tapping the night stand at the side of the bed with his fingers, he'd point to the coin purse that rested there.  "I guess ya' can call that -I'm sorry for pointin' a gun at ya' head- payment" Raising a hand, he motioned around her house.  "As for breakin' into your home. I mean..Come on, what did ya' really expect?" Motioning over himself.  "Ya' lock is as easy to pick as breathin' is natural" Looking her over, he'd once more loft a single red brow, azure eyes watching her.  "I don't expect ya' to forgive me, just that ya' do go throwin' hammers and such at me. Ain't tryin' to bloody another set of gear before the night is over" 

[sultrydancergentlehealer]

❤ - Conor O'Mally

Zivalah muttered under her breath as she headed for her home, for one such as herself it was a simple little one story thing. Not as extravagant as one would expect for the dancer. Boots thunked heavily against the stone outside before she’d shove the door open with a sigh.

She frowned for a moment, something seemed off to her, it just felt weird. She lifted gloved hands to shove off her winged helm, the fiery locks spilling free in a tangle before she’d set the helm down and start the walk through.

Brow lofted, the fiery haired dancer staring at the man in her bed before she’d lift a brow slowly. Stalking forward, armor clad dancer all but snarled. “What the fuck do you think you are doing in my bed?!” Her fel fire eyes burned, anger, and maybe a little curiosity in them as she stared at Conor, internally seething that he could actually get into her home.

[leothal-serro]

"Well, if ya' stop screamin' so bloody much.." <Reaching a hand up, he'd rub idly at the side of his face, smoothing back a few loose strands of hair; obviously depicting that the Rogue had already slept on one side of his body and now his hair was ruffled. He looked towards the dancer. Slowly, he'd let his lips split into a grin as he looked her over, arching a single brow> "What? A Lad can't come and offer his apologize?" <Conor questioned thoughtfully, canting his head to the side. Slowly leaning back, he'd rest his head against the pillow once more>  "Not my fault ya' got a comfortable bed. Needed to rest my eyes for a moment" <Patting the side of the bed that wasn't occupied with another apparent grin on that face of his. The Rogue was weaponless, all of which were seen at the entrance of the door. Gloves, daggers and other weapons included. All he had on would be his leathers and that smug grin of his> 

[beautifulandscary]

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

[sickpage]

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested. You can go anon if you want.