Sublime Debauchery

WoW inspirational blog for Nikklaus Horde-side WRA. I don't tag for triggers, but it's safe to assume everything here is NSFW. This is your only warning. Have fun, and don't get lost.

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[ultema]

The lovely Sin'dorei Pyromancer Pamina.

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Literally still screaming, and I’ll echo what I said about it on Twitter:

This beautiful soul sent me six “dirty sketches” to choose from that would’ve taken me eight years and a blood sacrifice to complete a piece, and I just… If you’re not giving her your business, you’re wrong. You’re so, so wrong.

Thank you for bringing my baby to life, @ultema​. I love her and I love your work. ♥

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A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down

Out of sight, out of mind.

Until it was the only thing on his mind. Until it was the very reason for his inability to leave the couch. The Rogue had made it just steps into that townhouse before he'd collapsed on that couch, whatever he had gripped into his hand was shoved beneath the cushions, buried deep and hopefully to never be forgotten about and yet, never found by tiny, curious hands.

Much to Nikklaus' dismay there was no peace in this high, and likely would be none in the next, either. Maybe there was a trick to that; a cheat to staying sober. Never have another good high again and..

It was Ithilwen on his chest, when she had crawled up there he didn't know -- how she even got out of bed so quickly and easily, he didn't fucking know. But it felt like minutes since he closed his eyes before he felt the weight of that toddler on him, staring down at him expectantly. The Rogue shook his head, but it was no matter. Ithilwen wasn't taking no for an answer.

Tiny hands reached down to prod and poke at his face, not content until she felt him slowly sitting up and she was slowly sliding down to his lap. It was almost.. comical. She was scolding him, and he could feel the weight of that stare in his fucking heart. The Rogue mumbled something incoherent under his breath before he dug a hand into those cushions, retrieving whatever he'd hidden under there and stuffed it into his pants pocket. He scooped that toddler up and wandered through the home, banging nearly every wall and counter on his way through.

He had every intention of bringing her coffee. Every intention of going on with his morning and forgetting the idea of sleep, but with every stumble that toddler would make the quietest sound and she wouldn't stop until Nikklaus was making his way upstairs and into the bedroom.

"You get that from her, you know. I'm not nearly that stubborn." the Rogue whispered as he opened the door. The creature in his bed was.. asleep, and the creature in his arms was well on her way. He dropped the tiny Spellslinger into bed, watching as she crawled beneath the .. less tiny Spellslingers arms, making herself at fucking home. If Nikklaus wasn't careful, he'd end up spoiling her rotten.

Pants were tugged off, sweater not too far behind. It was covered in blood still and none of it was his. He stared at the two curled in that bed, Ithilwen sound asleep and.. the executioner? It was hard to tell, these days. Minutes went by before he crawled beside that personal space heater of a Sin'dorei, wrapping his arms around the woman and burying his face into her hair. Nikklaus murmured a few incoherent things against her ear, some of them were the usual suspects for sweet nothings before someone falls asleep -- and there might've even been an apology in there too; it was hard to tell in that unintelligible speech.

Regardless, the Rogue would find his peace in his sleep after all. His face and body buried against another, and Ithilwen lost her blanket that night.

She'd find it in the morning, clutched tight in Nikklaus' hand.

[blueyedwonder]

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🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

You know..

Back in the day I'd have probably had a good answer for this. In fact, most of the names I listed in a previous ask were women he'd have slept with if nobody had to know. And yet, it backfired, and people did know.

But now? That's a different story entirely.

The only person he wants to sleep with these days has her name tattooed along his hip. Nothing really secretive there.

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😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?

The one that did the most damage to him? Celestine Winters. There's some trauma there and most of it is physical. The man has made many mistakes, but this one is something that still has its way of haunting him every once in awhile.

The one with just the worst sex he's ever fucking had? Dacota Sin'claire.

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👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like?

Define "serious".

Every relationship Nikklaus has been in was.. serious, not including any random sexual encounters.

The last one was .. different. He'd left a marriage behind and went back to his roots, to the woman who made him as he is today, the woman responsible for most of Nikklaus' more fatal flaws.

Jesenia Sunvenom decided she wanted to play house with Nikklaus, after years of tormenting the poor man just as she'd tormented most of the rats crawling in the Row. Only, their version of house often included a needle and a right of passage to cloud nine.

But when cloud nine no longer seemed to just.. do it for Nikklaus, he'd left the woman at her estate; hooked on the very junk she'd driven him to crave. Rumor has it he's still looking over his shoulder, waiting for her to rear her head and fuck with his.

And the relationship before that?

Go ask Celestine Winters. She might have a bit more to say about it than he does.

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💋 How many people has my muse slept with?

How many people has he slept with that HE remembers?

Here, let me name them for you to really let it all set in.

Not listed in any particular order..

Zalynna, Zalaena, Mennia, Dacota, Kitavia, some random blonde we forgot the name of ..

Jesenia, Zuriel, Joie, Analeil, Celestine, Pamina..

That's twelve already. I'm definitely missing a couple names around here somewhere.

The answer, anon? The answer is a lot. And we don't know why any of these women would sleep with him, but they did. He was kind of a whore for awhile. It's nice to feel wanted, or something.

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🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?

It was a redhead, naturally.

A woman way older than him. He had no idea what he was doing but he sure was good at pretending he did. There was a lot of fumbling, a few panic attacks (something that STILL occurs), and a lot of "oh shit, oh shit" involved.

Nikklaus wasn't always so confident in the bedroom. In fact, it wasn't until his .. second marriage that he --

Zalynna Darkarrow was his first time. If you know her, you'd give him your condolences.

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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Because I realize I forgot to post this. Thanks to @arcane-fire for commissioning this for me.

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Hanging out; a negotiation

"Helloooo? Are you even listening to me?"

Nikklaus practically jumped out of his skin, twisting around in his seated position on the unfamiliar balcony overlooking Augurs. His legs dangled from the railing, knuckles turned white from his grip on that very same banister. The Rogue blinked dumbly at the platinum haired girl peering up at him, his upper lip quirking. Huh.

She really wasn't so tiny anymore.

".. if I said 'no' are y'gonna' cry?" the Rogue mused cautiously.

Lydia snorted, offended. " 'course not. I'm not five."

She's six. Get it right, Nikki.

Nikklaus smirked, a brow perked up into his hairline. He'd opened his mouth to speak again when Lydia interrupted him, "I -asked- if your butt hurts. Ya haven't moved in like.. three -" the girl looked around, frowning. Telling time was still a relatively new concept.

".. like a really long time." Lydia finished, chin lifted in that same display of defiance her father was often known for.

The Rogue reached out and grabbed the platinum haired pest, hoisting her up onto the banister with him. An arm stayed heavily around her to keep her supported, his gaze pulled back to the Row below. If Lydia was any other girl, she'd have squeaked.

But she wasn't. She might've whined. Really, really quietly under her breath.

"I always had you two out here. Shouldn't have, really." Nikklaus muttered, nodding out towards the street. "It's quiet these days. Most peaceful street in this city, it's .. weird. I have a feeling you'll change that in a few years, though."

Lydia squinted, "...okaaay, but you're tellin' me your butt doesn't hurt sittin' on this thing?" She scooted along the banister for emphasis, head craning back to peer up at her father. That cheeky smile could've killed him.

Nikklaus snorted, head shaking. "Nah, but I will tell you what I'm butthurt about. Been a whole day and I haven't received a single snack. Told your mom you two oughta' start paying rent and earning your keep around here. I require two snacks a day, little'un."

That deadpan. Now that was almost Pamina in the flesh, the way Lydia gave him that very same dull stare of disbelief. "Yeah well this is your first house too. What about your rent?"

The Rogue reached out and wrapped Lydia's hands around the banister tightly before he released her entirely, twisting around until he could hook his feet around the railing, until he'd slowly lower himself so he could hang upside down from it. "Who told you?"

"I literally heard you say it!" Lydia yelled, all too excited to stand her.. very unstable, very high..ground. She looked down, legs kicking and swinging as she watched Nikklaus just casually.. hang there. Upside down. All of his blood rushing to his head.

".. Do you even know what rent is?" the Rogue mused, picking his head up to peer at the platinum haired girl glaring down at him.

Lydia scoffed. ".. 'course I do! It's earnin' my keep!"

Nikklaus shook his head, smirking. ".. not so. It's like.. paying to live somewhere. Nothing's free in this life, unless you're a thief or you're me."

"Yeah, well I think it's unfair I have to give up my snacks but you don't." the girl countered, holding her head high. Eye on the prize, Lydia. Eye on the pudding cups.

"So do something about it." he taunted.

.. And she did. She bent down and bit him right in the bare toe, causing one foot to slip from around the banister and his body to rock, dangerously close to slipping and hitting his head on the ground below. The Rogue wheezed as he curled his foot back around the railing, lifting his body up just long enough to snatch Lydia by her arms and.. pull her down with him.

So maybe Lydia was like the other girls. She squeaked. In pure terror as Nikklaus moved to wrap his arms around her legs, securing her to his side as he .. dangled her right alongside him.

And they didn't speak for minutes after that. There was an odd, peaceful silence until Lydia turned her head to stare at her father. Blood had completely gone to his head and was well on its way to hers. He was definitely red in the face, though.

"..how long can we stay?" She whispered.

"As long as you want."

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If eternity is true, they will carve it out of you.

Pamina fell into the chair before the large, oversized, unwanted vanity and dropped her head into her hands.

Too much. The last month? Two months? Had been too much. The things that people had dared to say to her, or imply they could do to her? In another life, she would have cut them down. In another life, she would have shown them exactly why her flames were something to be feared.  She found herself saying that a lot lately. In another life. Between trying to maintain the image she had set for herself over the last three years and keeping her composure, she was absolutely losing her mind. Wasn’t that the exact phrasing Riaevis had used to Nikklaus merely a night earlier? It’s driving her crazy.

Pamina pulled one of the oversized drawers on the vanity open and was met not with the velvet satchel it hid away, but the contents the satchel held. Multiple fel crystals glinted and gleamed at her in the dim lighting of the room, and the mere sight of them caused her to curse under her breath. Why did she still have them? It wasn’t the first time that she’d opened the very same drawer and seen them to the same reaction. It wasn’t even the second. *So why did she still have them?*

She knew exactly why. It wasn’t even a question. The  further that Nikklaus stepped out of his shadows, the more that the spellslinger wanted to step into them and bury herself in that comfortable darkness. It was pathetic, the way that she boasted such newfound control and chided him for his lack thereof, when she couldn’t even bring herself to throw out an old vice.

She didn’t want to. That was the whole of it, wasn’t it? She didn’t want to. She didn’t want this.

Pamina snatched up two pieces of parchment from beneath the satchel. The first was already covered in writing, but the spellslinger scribbled something on each of the documents before dragging herself out of that chair with her satchel in tow. To punctuate whatever was written, she left two rings sitting on top of the parchment: the first was her signet ring for the house, and the second, her wedding band. 

Wherever she ended up after that, she made sure it was a mystery. She left everything else in the room untouched, save for that second piece of parchment. Pamina had made a decision. Time would tell whether or not it was a good one.

To whom it may concern,

It is on this day that I, Nostariel Pamina D’athion-Ras’vanae, renounce my titles as matriarch and lady of House D’athion and as a Ras’vanae. I leave it in the hands of Aiden Ras’vanae, and should he become unavailable at any time, Baelios D’athion-Bloodsinger. My departure is mine and mine alone and should not have any standing or bearing on my children, Lydia, Kaelium, and Ithilwen Shadecross. I ask for absolutely nothing other than my privacy.

Signed, 

Nostariel Bloodsinger

[ tagging for mentions: @killerpersonality @sublime-debauchery @bloodsinger @riaevis @quelloras ]

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RP Resource: Blood Knights and You

Sin'dregan’s player here again, this time talking about one of my favorite subjects: paladins! Specifically Blood Knights… the elven flavor. Strap in for a long haul, because this will… well… probably be long. This will cover the archtype of Blood Elf Blood Knights in reference to attitudes, personality of the order, impact, and role…and… well just about everything. Do’s and don’t’s of Blood Knights.

The Dark Side of the Light:

Okay, step 1. Blood Knights are not your mark1mod0 paladin. Far from it. The Blood Knight Order was established some time after the Third War, when Silvermoon was finished rebuilding (well…the functional part at any rate). The light had ‘abandoned’ the elven populace, probably due to them consuming fel magic and losing much of their faith in regards to the light as a deity or religion, or any combination thereof. The Blood Knights had indoctrinated into them that it was their strength and conviction in their people’s destiny, and their personal strength to harness the energies of the light, that gave them their powers. They drained it from a noble being, a naaru, in order to give them the ability that other paladins, such as those of the Silver Hand, had to have strong faith in order to possess.

Where normal paladins’ abilities are determined by their own faith, and the power of their faith, Blood Knight abilities were determined by how well that they could, literally, bend the Light to their own will. It was more about strength of conviction in their purpose.

The best way to think about this, I’ve found, is in the wording, some of the wording provided in game through text quest speech and whatnot.

Normal paladins call upon the Light to aid them. Blood Knights bend the light to their own will, and use it as a weapon.

Normal paladins are the embodiment of justice, and the Light’s ideals. Or at least they try to be, even when misguided (cough- scarlets). The Blood Knights are the embodiment of their people’s new future: All of the Blood Elf thirst for vengeance, the NEED for justice for the wrongs that they have suffered, as well as the protection and advancements of Quel'thalas’ interests in the world, are all embodied in the Blood Knights. Justice, to them, is not some concrete concept passed down from Light-based teachings. Justice, to them, is -just us-. Justice is what they make of it, what they empower themselves to do with it.

Blood Knights Post-Sunwell Restoration:

The order underwent some rather nebulous changes with the restoration of the Sunwell. Whereas before they needed to gain their power from sucking the magic ouot of a naaru, the order found redemption at the hands of that same naaru. They no longer needed to drain it for magic…they had the sunwell, and the magic that kept their kingdom alive, and the elven race empowered, was now back, and is slowly gaining ‘momentum’. They would need to feed less, and would feel the vitality from before slowly creeping back into themselves and their lands. The Blood Knights now can take the magic they need from the Sunwell, if they so desire it. The sunwell empowers them like a giant battery of magic that they feed from.

But it is more than that. Now that they have found redemption, the light answers their calls. Rather than bending it to their will by sheer force of strength, the light -allows- them to bend it, to use it, in a similar, but still slightly different fashion to traditional paladins.

Now, with the restoration of the Sunwell, as well as the Blood elves’ hopes for the future, many in the Blood Knight order have returned to some, if not all, of the 'old ways’ of Light worship, though some would still probably frown on such. It would not be inconceivable for a Blood Knight to return to those ways in the wake of M'uru’s sacrifice. However, it seems that the majority of Blood Knights still draw their power from the Sunwell, and rely on their strength of conviction in their sense of purpose in order to use and empower their abilities.

Don'ts of Blood Knight RP:

You’re not a cop. You’re not a guard. Don’t try to be. Most blood knights, if confronted by a citizen trying to report a crime, would probably scoff at such as being utterly beneath them, and insulting.

They are a Knightly Order, even if a bit darker of one. They are the embodiment of justice and retribution to their people. They are -not- a common constabulatory body.

It is b est to think of them in historical terms. Given the dictatorship and somewhat fascist style government of the Blood Elves, they would be to Blood Elves what the SS were to Hitler’s Germany. They are the embodiment of all of their ideals and future made into an organization to carry out the Regent-Lord’s, and the Magistry’s, will. They’re not above the system… they are the system.

Another thing not to do… just because you are the system, does not mean you are not subject to your own rules. Curruption and misdeeds are things that are not tolerated within the order. If the Silver Hand will exile and drain a paladin’s abilities over sympathy with an orc (-cough- Tirion), you can imagine what the tougher Blood Knights would do to a dissenter or someone who disobeyed their edicts. It would not be pretty. Given the Blood Elves’ relationship with magic, being drained of their magic and abilities is a fate possibly worse than death.

There will be more to come later, as Blood Knight RP can actually be somewhat intricate and involved. I know that there have been many issues in the past regarding RP 'authority’ and Blood Knights on several different servers, so hopefully that will be cleared up. Remember that there are always outliers, and not all Blood Knights will have exactly the default view on everything. Also remember… as always, you’re there in RP to have fun. So go have fun! And let other people have fun, too! Don’t be 'that guy’ who has to RP a Blood Knight who has to arrest everybody or be the oblivion-style guard, or generally just piss in everyone’s RP cornflakes. No one wants to be 'that guy’. So have fun with it, and be flexible!

I hope this helped, and maybe flushed out a bit more about the Blood Knight order and their value in roleplay on WoW. Enjoy!

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Reblogging this eight years later ‘cuz fuck you.

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So, I’m back.

I’m not back full-time. But I’m dipping my toes in. Feeling the sand. You know the deal. 

That being said, I play a very controversial character. He is.. unorthodox, loud, and very good at getting under peoples’ skin. I’ll be the first to admit when he’s deserving of consequence and bullshit, I’ll be the first to admit when he’s being a complete prick. 

In that same breath, however, things like “serial rapist” because he’s touched someone’s hair without “consent”, it’s getting old. Things like “stalker” when he’s in public, or speaking to someone in public, in the middle of the street? It’s getting old. 

Please refrain from taking your real life triggers/feelings/whatever the fuck and placing them onto my character. Things like “rapist” and “stalker” -- those labels aren’t great, especially when he really couldn’t be further from either of those labels. 

Is he stubborn? You bet. Does he not understand the concept of personal space? Yep. Is he a fucking douchebag? Yes. All of these things, undoubtedly true. 

But when you start labeling someones character things like rapist, stalker, serial killer, and other people catch wind of it and start to have some misconstrued idea of your character being a rapist -- you can see.. the issue with that, right? We can all agree there is a massive issue with that? I’m all for rumors, and in fact, I wouldn’t care if a rumor like that circulated Nikklaus if I thought that people wouldn’t take that OOCly and attack me for it. 

A lot of this feels like a SJW triggered reaction from people OOCly and to be frank, we write in a fictional world and I’m noticing people dislike it when RP doesn’t mirror real life. I’m not here to RP baked goods and cookie cutter social outings. I’m here to write real, nitty gritty stories. Don’t take that away from me by gathering the masses to label my character something he isn’t, because somehow a fictional character managed to offend your real life delicate sensibilities. 

That’s the PSA. That’s part of the reason I left to begin with. But I’m done watering down my character so you can digest him without feeling uncomfortable. It’s roleplay. Don’t ruin my time, I wont ruin yours. 

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Can someone please, for the love of everything, tell me what everyone’s fascination is with dropping  “you’re a r*pist” ICly to people who are very clearly not committing that kind of crime or anything even fuckin’ close to it?

Like it…no. Someone annoys you, that doesn’t make them…THAT. You’re really devaluing victims of the actual crime by not wanting to tolerate someone getting on your nerves and it’s not even a little cute. Stop? Wow?

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:) 

Stop this. Thanks. 

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.”

— Sophokles, from Elektra, An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides (tr. Anne Carson)