OPPORTUNITY / MAGIC

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“ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” ( for Malygos )

“Were you hit with an ageing spell or are you truly this wilfully ignorant?!”

He tried to keep his voice measured, but his audacity coloured his tone starkly as it spat out growling. His eyes -- unnaturally blue, thanks to his magic -- burned brighter as the raw arcane that lived within him flared up. His affinity made it rare to have such lapses in control, but when pushed from calm to livid in just a breath, it was amazing that --

His eyes closed as the glass flask shattered from the palpable intensity of the magic surrounding him. Malygos leaned away from his desk, nonchalantly brushing what debris had landed on his robe and smoothly ran those hands through his hair, fixing the unkempt mess.

He should have been expecting this and really, she wasn’t the first. He’d wronged many during his time as Aspect. He remembered everyone.

“You know, that was exactly what I thought when I saw the budding races of this world start to develop an affinity for magic. When I was lost to a consuming madness that only had one foreseeable conclusion.” That was.. oversimplifying. He was not going to go into depths about the Well of Eternity or Old God influence right now. His own magic gave him enough of a headache there.

“The difference between your statement and mine, however, is that I am still correct. History repeated itself with Suramar.” Malygos shook his head lightly. “Don’t let your personal hatred or whatever it is that you harbour for me get in the way of the truth.”

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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes  part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 ) 

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ” “ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ” “ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ” “ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ” “ fear is the absence of understanding. ” “ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ” “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ” “ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ” “ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ” “ the body is rot waiting to happen. ” “ you will never have loved for nothing. ” “ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ” “ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ” “ we don’t know where you came from. ” “ we need you to go back. ” “ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ” “ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ” “ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ” “ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ” “ if only you weren’t less human for it. ” “ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ” “ die due to carelessness. ” “ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ” “ you are dazzling and terrifying. ” “ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ” “ pick a place and die there. ” “ i know you mean well. ” “ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” “ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ” “ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ” “ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ” “ i worry. ” “ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ” “ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ” “ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ” “ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ” “ make room for small, fragile things. ” “ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ” “ stranger things have happened. ” “ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ” “ let none be the noose. ” “ take what you can and run. ” “ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ” “ understanding builds bridges. ” “ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” “ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ” “ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ” “ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ” “ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ” “ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” “ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” “ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ” “ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ” “ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ” “ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” “ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ” “ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ” “ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ” “ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ” “ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ” “ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ” “ even spectres can tire. ” “ it pays to kill with kindness. ” “ you’re your own worst enemy. ” “ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ” “ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ” “ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ” “ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

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Consider: Nexus Prince Shaffar and his mana thieves as an optional / rare Island Expedition encounter instead of the Horde or the Alliance teams (for your respective opposite faction).

Edit: Also consider Shaffar with his own faction. You can turn in Azerite for rep and your reward is his attentionthe ethereal horse that Nexus-Champion Saraad rides in Hearthstone.

[sandcvstles]

seven-word sentence starter.

“please, don’t take this the wrong way.”

“know that we’ll still have each other.”

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”

“you know what i was gonna say.”

“i don’t give a shit what happened.”

“everything is so confusing. i don’t know.”

“sorry. i didn’t mean what i said.”

“you really don’t have to keep apologising.”

“i hate knowing we have to hide.”

“it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.”

“this is all out of our control.”

“i think i’m going crazy without you.”

“what am i supposed to say to that?”

“we need to talk. call me.”

“i can’t sleep because of all this.”

“how much more must i be hurting?”

“i’m not the person i once was.”

“c’mon you know it’s not like that.”

“what about all of this is funny?”

“tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“you always seem to make me speechless.”

“you left me here all by myself.”

“is this all a joke to you?”

“i can still remember the good times.”

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[spooky-fox-girl-13]

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask “what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?” like. awfully bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass.

[rpmemetic]

✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES / PART EIGHTEEN

↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Feast For Crows, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.

↪ All parts can be found here.

❝ sad to say, all of us must deal with scum from time to time. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with love for our ____ and his valor. ❞ ❝ play me for a fool, and you’ll die screaming. you are aware of that, i trust? ❞ ❝ i want only to be close to you. to serve you, however you require. ❞ ❝ you have a strange look in your eyes. are you unwell? ❞ ❝ i asked you to snuff out a candle to help protect the king.  instead you heaved a pot of wildfire at it. ❞ ❝ let me pour you another cup of wine. it will help you sleep. you are weary and sick of heart, that’s plain to see. my poor dear ____. that’s it, drink up. ❞ ❝ come inside, ____. we need to talk. ❞ ❝ you must be more dangerous than you look, lad. is that a beard, or did you forget to wash the dirt off your face? ❞ ❝ you know the best thing about heroes, ____? they all die young and leave more women for the rest of us. ❞ ❝ stay vigilant. there are wolves about. ❞ ❝ some queer tales have been reaching us of late. a woman hardly knows what to believe. ❞ ❝ ____ always did what was asked of him. it is not like him to turn away from any duty. something is awry here, i can smell it. ❞ ❝ every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. ❞ ❝ ____, be a sweet and bring my clothes for me. ❞ ❝ all men must serve. ❞ ❝ you have returned to us. ❞ ❝ i must go to her. i must. ❞ ❝ death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. isn’t that silly? ❞ ❝ i was afraid she was a beastling or a monster, but she’s not. she’s good. i like her. ❞ ❝ i like you too, ____, and i like this drink. It tastes like fire. ❞ ❝ are you hurt? let me see. ❞ ❝ what mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? only a monster god, a demon of the darkness. ❞ ❝ i took a vow. i will take no wife, and father no children. i said the words. ❞ ❝ i never saw a braver knight, but he turned what could have been a bloodless victory into a slaughter. a thousand men are dead, or near enough to make no matter. ❞ ❝ we’ll have maidens weeping into their wine all across the realm when ____ dies. ❞ ❝ tell me, i want to know all of it, from the beginning to the end. ❞ ❝ how did he die? who killed him? ❞ ❝ if sinners speak, why should the righteous listen? ❞ ❝ i never dreamed that keeping an inn could be so deadly dangerous. ❞ ❝ it is being common-born that is dangerous, when the great lords play their game of thrones.❞ ❝ my mother’s dead and i never knew my father. ❞ ❝ you’re a bastard. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with my face? it’s not as ugly as yours. ❞ ❝ i came to speak of the living, not the dead. ❞ ❝ my men would sooner die upon their feet fighting than on their knees beneath a headsman’s axe. ❞ ❝ i would gain nothing from your death but the pleasure of killing you, and i will not risk my own life for that. ❞ ❝ are there any terms you will accept? ❞ ❝ i’ll hear the truth, or you’ll wear chains. ❞ ❝ i am sorry if the guards were rough with you. their courtesies are sadly lacking. all we want from you is the truth. ❞ ❝ in this world the weak are always the victims of the strong. ❞ ❝ ____ is with me every time i close my eyes. ❞ ❝ you make it difficult for a man to swallow his anger. ❞ ❝ you look very strong this morning, my lord. ❞ ❝ all men live with fear. ❞ ❝ a sweet face oft hides a sinner’s heart. ❞ ❝ the important thing is to find the truth, i am sure we all agree. ❞ ❝ i pray that i never offend you. you are terrible when roused. ❞ ❝ you are being foolish. i am only here to help you. ❞

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“I’m not sure if I want a plague hound mount, or if Nathanos is the only one that actually looks good on those dogs..”

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phoenixcraft‌:

The Great Seal was a cramped place, but the risen woman had made a place for herself. Shared with the archaeologists and inscripters as she worked in her own little corner. Piled were papers of research, expedition reports, and orders. Requests and correspondence with her Queen on the dark wooden desk. On a golden stand was the serpent she kept. Curled around the metal with bits of itself hanging. Unmoving as it done for hours as she worked. With each passing day upon this rock did her mood turn more sour. Her displeasure was clear to all her staff and to the ‘heroes’ that tested her patience.

When this new voice filled the once quiet room, the woman did not cease her work. Even as the desperation spilled from the living beings mouth. Not even did she spare a glance as her pen stretched upon the parchment. More distractions, lovely.

“Cease your ramblings. Leave it and I shall see to it when time permits. Leave.”

Her words fell like a hammer in the ethereal but unnatural voice of the Dark Lady’s adviser. But the presence did not depart as instructed. Standing there as if deaf. For a few moments more did she put up with this nonsense. However, before she could speak again did her snake hiss. Curling into a strike position as the stretching of pen to paper stopped.        

“Now.”

@sibyllinemagic (drown me!)

Indeed; Desperation remained like a rash’s itch that could never be satisfied. The carrier’s eyes were of storm grey; listless and almost like the death itself. Whatever was this Pandaren’s original personality -- her life, had long since been claimed by the parasitic creature she had been infected with. She did not move on the adviser’s order, merely setting that dead gaze on her.

But when she spoke -- oh, it was a different story. Y’shaarj’s words flowed like a coy coo, the Pandaren’s tone matching to be urging and humble.

“I’m afraid I must stress importance to this task, my lady.” she told. “If this artefact is truly of use and it falls to the troll’s hands.. well, that is one less trinket for our Warchief to utilise, is it not?”

Ah, a devilish angle to play at. Common mistrust between the Horde and their Zandalar allies, especially when this object she spoke of -- if it even existed -- lay prey for the sand and blood tribes alike. Some soldiers shared this view, some would always be loyal to Sylvanas and the latter was what Y’shaarj stoked.

The rogue’s gaze slid just a touch away from Flamebinder to look at the snake. A symbol of avarice, once before. Y’shaarj paid the animal no mind and as such, so did Desperation.

“ -- and I could not in good conscious see that you leave unguarded. As I am but a humble servant, I will accompany you. It is better my life is sacrificed than your.. unlife.”

Y’shaarj could always seek another physical host to do his work. One that would provide more sustenance than the current one. But he was a selfish, vain, eldritch thing. He wanted this particular risen woman. He had a taste for anger.

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motherswrath replied to your post “❛ Death comes for everyone. I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid...”

that's a lot of shade for a transparent lady.

bwonsamdi is not the only spirit guide that talks shit about people that die

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❛ Death comes for everyone. I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here. ❜ ( heartspeaker @ benediction )

Gently, her voice seemed to drift like the echoes of lost ghost, a mere whisper -- a suggestion, than spoken with clarity. Lilting on the waves of the passing souls wayfaring through the Shadowlands, it touched her mind;

“ do not be afraid of that which is a thought, champion. ”

Translucent wraps that were made of material not known to mortal kind flutter in the strange, empyrean wind; following her arm as it raised, ghostly digits grasping her cheek and tilting Heartspeaker’s head upwards.

“ you are not dead. not yet. not here. the living are not welcome to remain. leave this place before you are unmade. “

prompt i forgot

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phoenixcraft‌:

Respect was earned, trust was forged. Valethra was a woman who did not trust easily and she would not be tricked by this Gnome. This one had not proved to her that she was no threat to the security of the Horde. The odds were against this small woman. How easy it would be to turn back the the Alliance or even the simple fact that she was a spy was high on the Blood elf’s list.

“Tell me, If King Varian was still alive, what treatment would I face? Torture and execution when I no longer prove useful? And this boy king? A cell would be my fate as it would be a mercy. Perhaps I would be encouraged to betray the Horde and my people. To be kept under the watchful eye of Graymane and the Spymaster. And while you walk ‘freely’ on a leash, given meals three times a day AND only suffer minor insults? There are far worse things you could be complaining about.”

 Valethra allowed her words to hang in the air. The Gnome was treated fairly with small luxuries of a clean bed, clothing and regular bathing in her room or cell. Valethra would not have a foul smelling pet in her home. Books were delivered to the woman weekly for some measure of entertainment when locked away under guard. There was far worse handlers than Lady Flamebinder. She could be fed moldy scraps to be kept barely alive and beaten. Or perhaps given to the apothecaries for their experiments.     

“You will hold your tongue. I will not hear of that again. I would truly hate to withhold your dwindling privileges. Now, speak up of this Outpost. I will not ask again.”

Winning over Valethra’s kindness was just about as easy as earning her trust and in both instances, well.. Kelsey had a lot to work on. Though for all her complaining, she couldn’t begrudge the good lady on her hospitality -- had any other member of the Horde got to her first, high-ranking or not, she doubted she’d see anything close to resembling comfort, let alone the morning light the next day.

So she scaled back her approach, true apology edging over her face even as she made a good effort to hide it, grimly nodded her agreement to her words before reluctantly vocalising it, even if the death of Varian -- though not her King, was still dear to the Alliance -- stung in many of their hearts.

“I can’t say for certain, ma’am. The late king understood diplomacy in his later years of reign. I dare say he might simply treat you the way you are treating me now.” A pause, then she fought back the smile in regards to the current King; Anduin. 

“And he -- King Anduin, that is -- would carry on that good will. Moreso now, I’d say. It’s only Greymane that’s putting the devil’s ideas in that boy. But, ah.. I understand your point, and for what it’s worth, which I know it’s nothing: I’m sorry.”

Either that was said because Steelspark held a few strong opinions about the Gilnean leader or simply espionage and deception was impossible to tell. Her face remained an impressive neutral mask considering gnomish tendency to exaggerate to seem larger than life, as it were.

“Aye, yeah, I’ve almost finished chapter three of The Twin Empires.” she muttered blithely, before getting straight to the point. “Vol’dun. The Alliance already have established a bit of a foothold with Rootway, but they’re looking to expand southward to Tal’gurub. Closer to Dazar’alor that way.”

Steelspark pauses after the facts, then adds her own opinion, innocently; “I don’t think the Alliance are bold enough to strike at Dazar’alor, but it makes you think if they’re thinkin’ of moving closer.”

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anierous-sunblade‌:

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“You have EVERY right and duty to fight the Scourge.” The blood knight replied, looking stern. The usual kind-hearted man peered at Whitemane with a piercing glare, his eyes glowing brightly with the Light.

“It’s your methods that are questionable. If you attack anyone and everyone outside of the Crusade, how do you hope to fight the Scourge? Why not work with the Argent Crusade?”

He let out a sigh, “Demons have already been found in your ranks. Your sight is supposed to be better.”

Although the radiance of the Light shone within Whitemane; her eyes were a fanatical blood red, an unnatural eye-colour cursed by the strain of powerful, resurrection magics, making her look a ghostly, living visage of the undead that follow the Dark Lady. They narrowed in response to his glare, matching it dagger to dagger.

“Those outside of the Crusade has only sought out to stop us. To stop retribution!” she scorned. “They have been judged and found wanting, knight. We want nothing to do with those that seek to impede Light’s will. As for the Argent Crusade.. they are a noble effort and their paladins and priests are most welcome to our ranks.”

A pause, then a sneer. “ -- But they are weak and see us extreme, as you do. If they are spending time questioning their fellow man, then they are not purging the toxic blight.”

Her gaze turned to fire, and the presence of Light burned in response, her staff of Benediction slamming down, cutting him off. “Speak no more of our sordid history! It has been erased from the annals and we have worked, tirelessly, might I add, to reconstruct a new, cladestine order! That is more than what I can say of the brutal Horde or the dishevelled Alliance!”

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phoenixcraft‌:

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With every word the Gnome spoke, the more that Valethra became irritated. A dangerous thing for a temper as well known as her’s. Golden eyes narrowed at the rambling Gnome, desiring nothing more to set this one aflame. It took control to not act on it, Valethra was playing the long game. Traitors were traitors, no matter what race or faction they spawned from. While she had no proof as of now that this Gnome was indeed a spy. She would continued to be treated as Valethra saw fit. What was to stop this human from betraying the Horde as she did to the Alliance.

To crawl like a worm to her king and beg for forgiveness with the knowledge she had gathered.   

“Silence!” Finally having enough of the rambling. A single hand raised in the gesture of quiet as she took a deep breath. 

“Where you expecting a medal every time you did something useful? A pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek like the child you are? Professing only makes you look guilty in my eyes, Gnome.” Her words were firm and controlled. Reining in her emotions flawlessly as her golden eyes burned into the Gnome’s.

“You are a traitor and you will be treated accordingly. Give me one reason to put you in chains and I will gladly do it personally.”

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Whilst Valethra raised her hands to quiet, Kelsey in turn showed her open palms in a display of peace, exaggerated frown thinning to a more neutral, serious look crossing her gnomish features. She really picked the short-tempered ones to backchat to, didn’t she? At least when she did it with the trolls they were highly amused. 

At least, she thought it was amusement. Their smiles with their tusks didn’t scream ‘jovial and friendly’ to her.

“I was expecting some common decency and for people not to act like jerks like it’s second nature to them.” she told as honest and frank as she could put it. “But I get it, I get it. I’m a traitor, I don’t deserve it, you don’t have to tell me twice. I just hope you treat your allies better, y’know? Wouldn’t want ‘em getting poached by the Alliance because someone might take what you say personally.”

Perhaps the near conversion of the Blood Elves returning to the Alliance during their expeditions in Pandaria was too on the nose to allude to, but she expertly navigated it, dipping her head in a semblance of apologetic respect.

“I’d like to uh, avoid the chains.” she muttered seriously. “No more lip outta me, lady. Unless it’s to say that I know where the Alliance are planning their next war outpost.. But y’know. No lip.”

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❛ Careful now, your ego is showing. ❜ ( nexus-prince shaffar )

A laugh -- not quite unlike one of guilty and a touch of bashfulness -- sung from within the Prince. How expressive he managed to be, lacking a face or features to pull and morph; she would only be treated by the soft arcane glow of his soul kept under cloth-wraps and avarice. Perhaps it had been a bit of a gamble ( the best kind, really ) to believe he could make a deal with someone like her, but..

“Ah, but I have amused you, no?” he offered instead, letting his chin rest on a propped hand as he shifted on the nether-silk mat, taking great care not to disturb the wares he had stolen bartered honestly for. Really, Shaffar simply did not wish to break his streak.

“Perhaps I have been getting a tad reckless as of late,” he mused aloud, then made a grandiose show of rolling his shoulders back in a shrug. “ -- But what is life without a little risk, madam? Seeing as you managed to catch me on my little spree, I suppose I am obligated to offer an open trade. I have collected many items in my years, you see. You look like..”

His gaze was felt, rather than seen, appraising Lisara.

“.. someone wealthy. Not too far up the food chain to leave a dear Prince in the dust, hm?”

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Forsaken -- such an easy source of ANGER to feast upon. For a black, eldritch creature like himself; they were a bountiful banquet that he may gorge upon until he was bursting at the seams. He had been.. content, to siphon on the rage that passed him by in fits and starts, but he became gluttonous. An never-ending desire that needed to be sated.

He needed a sustaining host.

Desperation, his eyes to the shadows, had managed to move remnants of him like a rat carrying the fleas of plague. From the off-duty soldiers to the artificers, she moved like a ghost and where she went; his influence followed. Dour moods turned to bitterness; tensions were acted upon, but none would suspect that a small fragment -- barely a DROPLET -- of an Old God were within their midst.

There! He felt it! The fiery pulse of red-hot fury that he had not tasted since the monks of the Shado-Pan. He demanded that his adherent take him to the source and through her eyes he saw her. An undead; but not just any run of the mill servant of the banshee. This one seemed to hold... importance. Weight of power amongst the mortals. Food for him.

Perfect. Now to work on isolating her..

“Lady Flamebinder,” the Pandaren, Desperation, spoke, though it was Y’shaarj’s words that flowed from her lips. Something seemed... off, about her, but she did her work for the Horde. Surely, she was merely aloof. “ -- Forgive my intrusion on your work. I have recently uncovered some strange artefacts from the dune of this land. I thought it prudent to seek your expertise before referring to the trolls.”

‘today is I’m gonna drown @phoenixcraft in threads’ starter