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@moroes
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PLEASE FEED THIS POOR STARVING BABY. YOU MONSTERS!
@moroes I need ice cream
Certainly...
A document about Roe v Wade, and the things you can do.
OFFICAL TROLL RUN ANNOUNCEMENT!
I will be participating in the annual Troll Run to benefit the Trevor Project on June 18th! Here's the official information on the run:
If you want to participate, join the Discord and let's have some fun!
I will also be livestreaming the run on my Twitch channel!
((I will also be participating in this run - Not sure if I'm Troll-running (I have a troll from previous runs that I take) or Guard(ian)ing this year - but either way, I will be there, and I will also be streaming!
@medivhthecorrupted Wanna go as a Guardian Pair-off to support our kids? It'd be good exercise for the old fogey mages!
@moroes ? Up to keeping a pair of Guardians out of trouble?))
You rang?
(( absolutely will be there! ))
*polymorph sheep*
Now you're a Guardian Sheep!
.... I'm pretty certain I deserved that...
Baaah!
*sighs and hauls self out of river*
*drags self back into Karazhan before The Sheepening wears off*
*drips all over the floors Moroes just finished cleaning*
*sings happily with his cup of tea* *slips on the last step of the stairs* *cup, now shattered, he holds his plate in the air* Medivh would find me sheepish to leave this place in this state! *begins to butt-scoot along the ground to mop it up*
Ms. Mop is on Fire
Another brilliant bit of crack from our lovely @moroes
BUT - this was ENTIRELY @medivhthecorrupted's fault.
Ms. Mop is on Fire - a work belonging to my collection of WoW Drabbles
"Moroes, why are the grapes hanging from the ceiling?"
@cherwine
Moroes pondered the question for a few moments as he absently mopped some grapes, or what could have once been grapes, towards a nearby bucket. "Well, young one, I think the better question might be, 'Does Master Medivh want them up there?'" He smiled as he gently plunged the filthy mop into the clear water of the bucket, which immediately turned a sickly color. ((@cherwine))
sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
I miss my raven bois ...
reblog to heal the person you reblogged this from
Reblog to hug the person you reblogged this from and tell them that everything's going to be okay
Will you set David Tennant on fire again?
It's the only thing we hired him for.
..... Mr. Gaiman you are one of a kind.
Do not stop being one of a kind.
You are perfection personified.
@medivhthecorrupted @ser-charlemagne @moroes
I have a mighty need.
For those who aren’t getting the brilliance- this couple (?) is streaming World of Warcraft and I think are dressed up as their characters. Two normal sized people, one of whom is playing a dwarf. And who takes it upon himself to pretend to be too short to just get off his chair and then, aware that his SO also has her camera going, proceeds to walk across the frame on his knees to give the illusion that he’s actually that short.
@sigurdjarlson this could be us
This is adorable
But I don’t want to dress up like Throbby1
@medivhthecorrupted @moroes
If I make the costumes…
Will you wear them?
Lol sure.
Yes. I'd love to do something this epic.
Writing Posts
Okay. Can't find the original posts for a LOT of my fics. It was likely that they were all originally on highpriestessbriyanna - but as you all know because of the delightful
BAN ON FEMALE PRESENTING NIPPLES
that blog was stolen and until my URL is returned to me (which @staff said they can't do! And @support was no more helpful, saying I had to wait a year to get my OWN FUCKING URL BACK, and that's ONLY if it didn't get STOLEN AGAIN in the meantime) I will not be posting fic updates there - for those who still follow @highpriestessbriyanna-blog (which is where it is currently, the fuckers), know that until that URL is fixed, not much will happen there. I am of course still LIVID this shit happened.
So. To keep you all updated - I am going through my backlog of WiPs. As you know, Fel Inquisition was finished at long last. (or is it?)
I am currently, as of October 29 2021, working on Silence That I Keep (which is now up to 13 chapters, 12 attempts of the total 16 where Khadgar intended to die, or gave up when the opportunity presented itself). It is working toward a happier place, as is seen in Bound in Trust, and of course later fics.
In tandem with this is Shattered Mirrors, as part of it coincides with STIK.
Now. As you all know, Monday begins NaNoWriMo. I have ideas for it. But I do not know if I can do it. I am not sure I want to attempt it again yet after last year's disaster. I think I have a stronger pull this time, though. We shall see.
I hope to have STIK done before NaNo. (I am currently writing #13 of the total 16.)
After it is done (apart from NaNo), I will be finishing Shattered Mirrors. Following that, I intend to finish Lost and Found.
Drabbles of course is an ongoing thing. Addicts of Azeroth is something I am still playing with. Last Breath is still a work in progress - but not one I currently have muse for. I will shake the paladin (@tshion-sunfire who is mine)and his mage(@jelahfiratusk - borrowed from my fiance) again once some of the others are finished. Songs of Conspiracy is also an ongoing work in progress.
Displaced of course is a joint project with @time-lost-exiles - It will happen when it happens. It is an ongoing work.
I am still working on A Life Together in between all this. I am also still working on The Lion, the Raven, and the Trust Between Them (The drabble version of this will be closed; the main fic is underway, no need for the reboot of my writing desire). Being that these are larger works, they get picked at while I finish the stuff that should have been finished a very long time ago. Thank you, RL, for being a dick - I did not want Degenerative Disc Disease, I did not want Endometrial Cancer. The hysto was ok. I wanted that since I was 17. I could have done without my PayPal being destroyed with zero explanation and with no one wanting to talk to me about why it was locked down (I'm just going to make a new one when I start creating jewelry again, see next point). I didn't need to deal with my alcoholic sister moving in and dislodging my jewelry studio, so I have nowhere to work properly.
Now that some of that is out of the way or under control (still no PayPal or jewelry making for me), I managed to pick up the groove of writing again for my favorite idiot(s).
*plants RavenTrust, LionTrust, RavenLion and RavenLionTrust flags* Fite me.
The ships are still afloat. And will stay there, even if I'm the only one making content for them.
CHALLENGE!
Write me a fic.
LionTrust, RavenTrust, RavenLion or any combo of them.
With the kissing trope:
- the desperate pant/groan of surrender when either party knows that they are sooooooo done
Doesn't have to be a long fic! Any length you want (over 500 words tho!).
Go! Make with the write! Display the awesome you are!
Ahhh okay I did the thing. I’m on mobile so I haven’t did a proper look over yet but I’m..mostly pleased with it.
I wrote some Liontrust with Raventrust in the background? Alcohol, heartbreak and horny dudes aren’t always the best combination, hm?
Little bit on the the angsty side really
What happens after? Well, that’s..up to our nasty little imaginations, isn’t it? (let’s all pray for Lothar’s dumb ass though he’s going to need it when Med comes back 🙏🏼)
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Khadgar let out a soft helpless groan as he let himself be pushed down onto the bed, Lothar’s weight pinning his to the spot and he was more startled to find he liked the feeling of being pinned.
“You’re drunk.” Khadgar whispered against his lips, and he was he could taste it on his tongue. He himself was drunk but his voice was steady when he spoke again. “I’m drunk.”
It wasn’t quite a protest but he knew it should be one. He should stop this in its tracks before it went too far. It had already went too far.
“Tell me to stop.” Lothar growled and he gasped as he felt a calloused hand slide under his shirt, running over his bare skin.
“I..” How was he supposed to think, let alone form a coherent sentence with him touching him like this?
“I will, if you just tell me.” There was a hint of plea in his voice. He knew just as well as him that this wasn’t a good idea. “If you don’t, I don’t think I can..”
He couldn’t think at all, not with the way he’d began to touch him, teasing one of his nipples with the hand under his shirt and making him whimper.
He didn’t even know he was so sensitive there.
It was just supposed to be ploy, an attempt to antagonize his Master into doing something about this silent, all-consuming thing between them.
His artless confession to Medivh prior to this whole ordeal hadn’t went the way he’d hoped. He wasn’t sure why he ever thought it would? It was an impulsive choice, one he regretted with everything he had,
He’d been shut down immediately. In Medivh’s defense he hadn’t been..cruel but he was firm in his rejection.
His heart had been in pieces ever since.
He may have had a few too many drinks at Llane’s..event for something, he couldn’t remember what it was when all the blood in his body was rushing downward.
He’d opened up to Lothar prior to the event after he kept prodding him for details on why things were so strange between him and Medivh.
He’d sympathized when he finally got it out of him and insisted that he could help. They just had to push him to do something.
He’d been a little skeptical about the plan but the drunker they got the more sense it seemed to make..
If Medivh had been bothered by their blatant flirting in the dining hall later that night, he hadn’t said a word to them. He didn’t say anything to anyone at all actually. He went dead silent from the moment Lothar’s arm wrapped around his shoulders.
Khadgar knew him well enough to notice the tension his posture, the way his jaw clenched every time his gaze drifted back to them. He was gripping his drink so tightly he was surprised the glass didn’t crack.
It was telling. He wasn’t just annoyed he was livid.
It was satisfying in a strange way. He’d hoped maybe what Lothar had said was true, despite his protests Medivh did feel the same way but was rejecting him out of some misguided sense of responsibility.
Unfortunately he’d left mid way through the dinner, which Khadgar, with what was left of his heart accepted as rejection once more.
Lothar must have misjudged him. Medivh didn’t feel anything for him. That was the only logical conclusion.
He did faintly remember Llane coming over and whispering something urgently in Medivh’s ear he couldn’t quite catch. A look of complete and utter reluctance crossing his face when his gaze darted back to them before he got to his feet and exchanged a few clearly heated words with his friend and then abruptly left.
He’d left though and to his alcohol addled mind this was as clear a rejection as the one he’d given him in Karazhan.
He didn’t think Lothar had meant for this to happen either. Neither of them did.
Wandering hands, words too quiet for others to hear. It had stopped being acting rather quickly even before they left, alcohol loosening their inhibitions.
He was in love with Medivh but he wasn’t blind. It wasn’t hard to act like he was attracted to Lothar because..he admittedly was. Lothar was an attractive man. There was no denying that.
Maybe it had stopped being acting when Lothar whispered “Beautiful.” Against his ear while looking at him like he was actually worth something. And something hungry and desperate in him couldn’t help but chase the feeling those words gave him.
This wasn’t out of spite, he realized as he looked into his bright blue eyes. It truly wasn’t.
He needed something, he was starved for something he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t want to name it.
“Tell me to stop.” Lothar growled suddenly and despite his words he could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against him.
“Don’t stop.” Khadgar said instead and he heard him curse under his breath. “I don’t want you to stop,”
Khadgar didn’t want him to stop, He didn’t want to feel anything but his body pinning him to the bed and his lips on his.
“Khadgar.” It was a warning but he’d never been very good at heeding those. He’d always been the type to barrel right past them and right into the consequences.
He pulled him closer, earning a growl that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
“He’s going to kill me.” He heard Lothar say but when he kissed him again the half-hearted attempt at self control from before had vanished. “Fuck, he’s going to kill me.” He said again a few moments later, almost to himself.
Despite his insistence on his friend’s alleged homicidal tendencies tendencies he didn’t stop. In fact he’d nudged Khadgar’s legs apart, slotting his thigh between them and pressing it against his aching cock.
Khadgar gripped the back of his tunic and maybe he should be embarrassed or ashamed with how he was now shamelessly grinding against him, sounds he didn’t even know he could make falling from his lips on their own accord.
Lothar didn’t seem to mind his clumsy enthusiasm. If anything he seemed spurred on by it and deepened the kiss. It was all too easy to lose himself in it.
“Fuck.” He hissed when Khadgar finally pulled away for air, slightly swollen lips parted as he tried to catch his breath
He didn’t have time to form a response before Lothar was diving back in, a pathetic needy sound falling from his own lips as he happily let him.
It was a messy and dangerous surrender. Him holding onto him like his life depended on it and rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat.
Khadgar let his fingers tangle in his mane of hair “Make it worth it then.” He moaned the words and surely it must be the alcohol making him so bold, right? The fact he was doing this at all-
Maybe he was just telling himself that.
“Already is.” Lothar said with a raw honesty that made his heart ache.
Khadgar hoped he was right.
Dear gods I need to challenge you more.
This was everything I asked for and then some. And then more piled on it like whipped cream and a bowl of cherries.
Fuck.
I want to know what happened after damn it all.
But. See? THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING. THIS RIGHT HERE IS FUCKING AMAZING.
I told you that you deny us your genius. I will beg, plead, bribe, anything to get more of your work.
(or to work with you because just. guh.)
it is really funny how the most holy and sacred site of the church of the holy light on azeroth is the shittiest, decrepit, dilapidated fucking building ever. the paladins and the death knights were really fighting over an asbestos-filled lookin' church huh.
you get the order from highlord mograine that you're going to be fighting to claim a sacred site in the name of the lich king and you find out it's this fucking place
This bothers me...
Do... People not know the history behind Light's Hope? Do they not understand what this place was like before the Plague? Do people not know the history between this church and Stratholme?
Why is it so important that "the Cathedral in Stormwind" be the most holy place - WHEN PALADINS ORIGINATED IN LORDAERON at the start of the Second War?! No! This place has more significance than a cathedral in a city that was razed and rebuilt!
Pick up a history book why don't you?
((Seriously y'all showing you know zero history of Azeroth here... The Plaguelands was not ALWAYS the Plaguelands. It was once Lordaeron on the Quel'Thalassian Border. That "shittiest, decrepit, dilapidated old building" was a beacon of hope to those affected by the Plague, and is the only place STILL STANDING from that time.
Did you not notice that The Lich King's forces outnumbered the people at that little building 10-to-1 AND STILL LOST?
There is a major reason for that. Do some research before saying things like this.
It may be a game, but this is the same kind of person who would say "what were those twin towers in New York? Why would someone want to commemorate a pair of office buildings lol" or "this arena was never finished why is it so important?" in Rome, or asking why Pompeii was so important.
History. It is important! IN ALL CONTEXTS.))