Fire and Pride

A personal work of fiction, for the character Symmaril Shattersun, on Wyrmrest Accord US. Everything contained here is for character inspiration only, and is a outlet for the things that drive him. Occasionally there'll be adult, NSFW content around. Read responsibly.

[the-write-ideas]

Leave a NSFW rumor in my inbox about my character and they'll react to hearing the news that said rumor is spreading.

Ⓦ

[itspapillonnoir-deactivated2023]

[s0mmertraum]

Well they’re not wrong

A friend sent me this and he found it on reddit.

[lammergeared]

[anumael]

@symmarilshatterunwra

[symmarilshatterunwra]

BUT THE HORDE ARE THE EVIL AGGRESSORS. UNFOUNDED MURDER OF INNOCENTS. SHOULDERS OFF FOR SAURFANG. #NOTMYWARCHIEF. 

 “Blow me. There’s been a reckoning coming for longer than this, the Alliance has been tallying up innocent deaths for a long, long time, and we’ve come to even that score.”

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Crimes of a Soldier

Bold all the things your character has done or italicize the things they will do

/ accepting a bribe / aiding & abetting / arson / assault / blackmail / bribery / burglary / conspiracy / contempt of court / counterfeiting / drug possession / disturbing the peace / drug manufacturing / drug trafficking / embezzlement / espionage / extortion / fabrication of evidence / forgery / fraud / harassment / hate crimes / insubordination / kidnapping / manslaughter / money laundering / murder / obstruction of justice / perjury / pirating / prostitution / racketeering / rioting / robbery / sedition / smuggling / solicitation / stalking / threats / torture / treason / trespass / vandalism /

 And nobody was surprised.

Tagged By: @huntersden, thanks man! And sorry for being so late on it.

Tagging: @raerys-songbrook @thalena-blackblossomwra @trisandrah @seetheotherways and anyone else who feels like it.

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Writer’s Aesthetics: Symmaril

Rules: Bold all that apply to your muse.  Repost, don’t reblog.

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret. Thanks for the tag @raevanmun!

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Rumjacks - The Pot & Kettle

Mostly for me and my friends (I'm tired of sending this song through Facebook every time) One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory...

@ourcollectivefantasy; Iloam?

[tiger-in-chains]

“Male, female, gay, straight, legal, illegal, country of origin—who cares? You can either cook an omelet or you can’t. You can either cook five hundred omelets in three hours—like you said you could, and like the job requires—or you can’t. There’s no lying in the kitchen. The restaurant kitchen may indeed be the last, glorious meritocracy—where anybody with the skills and the heart is welcomed. But if you’re old, or out of shape—or were never really certain about your chosen path in the first place—then you will surely and quickly be removed. Like a large organism’s natural antibodies fighting off an invading strain of bacteria, the life will slowly push you out or kill you off. Thus it is. Thus it shall always be. The ideal progression for a nascent culinary career would be to, first, take a jump straight into the deep end of the pool. Long before student loans and culinary school, take the trouble to find out who you are.” ― Anthony Bourdain

 I had a huge writeup about Tony and how much I’ll miss this man, but it really doesn’t seem adequate in my eyes. As a professional with 20 years in the kitchen, as someone who loves food, drink, and travel, and as someone who values honesty and openness, I’ll just say that there wasn’t someone I respected more than Anthony Bourdain. 

 If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here, cooking something grand, with a drink in hand. It’s what he’d expect, I think. 

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Darker Side of Symmaril

Bold all that apply to your character!

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along train tracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

 Thanks @huntersden for the tag, brother!

[problemglyphs]

Anonymous said:

06/02/2015 10:16:25

She said “let’s be in trouble together, and still call it love”

[symmarilshatterunwra]

It’s Sexual Sunday!

So that means it’s time to…

send inappropriate questions, or photots

flirt with him, anon or not

get him flustered, or hot, and bothered

kiss them, or do something else at random

ask for romantic, or sexual advice

or do anything else your devious mind can think up

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Say Anything Saturday

Say Anything Saturday

Say anything you want!

Unfiltered Anon Opinions - with only a reblog. no rebuttals. Confessions of any sort. All Honesty Questions - no hedging.

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Ya’ll been quiet lately too…

[theredmoon]

Save the Date - The Blooming!

TONIGHT!!!!!

Come and join us! TONIGHT! 

Games, Booths, Musical Entertainment and Shops all in the lovely location of Stranglethorn Vale!

Camping available!

Hope to see you there!

@wraconnect

@thedragonlorenews

@wowrpevents

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Free for All Friday

“Pick a card. Any card.”

Ask anything of my muse(s) and I will answer it.

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Send me all the what if!

What if we were friends/enemies?

What if we were lovers/broke up?

What if we we were siblings?

What if we’d never met?

What if we swapped bodies?

What if we were in love with the same person?

What if the same person were in love with us both?

Go ahead, and come up with your own “What ifs?” and send ‘em to me!

[symmarilshatterunwra]

Q&A - Symmaril

What is your full name?

“Symmaril Al'themar Shattersun.”

What do your friends call you?

”Ah, Symmaril? Or Sym. Some people have their favourites though.”

What is your favorite animal?

”Simple orange tabby cats. Seriously.”

Where were you born?

”In Quel’thalas, at the old ranch.”

Do you have children?

”None of my own, anyway.”

Is there a person/people you love?

”There’s many, with my brother and Kae being two to mention.”

What is your favorite color?

”Red, if I had to pick one, but I like anything bright and eye-catching.”

What is your full occupation?

”Just a mercenary now.”

Are you good at physical fighting?

”Gods, I hope so. If I’m not, then I’m just really lucky.”

Which form are you best at?

”Best? Shit...armed?. I’m a fair boxer too.”

What about magic?

”I know a few tricks, sure.”

Which type are you best at?

”Ah. The type that smites fools with the power of the Sunwell. Also, curing hangovers.”

Craftsmanship?

”I’ve dabbled in all sorts of things, though I guess I have a bit of a green thumb. Working as an herbalist and minor alchemist right now. ”

Any other skills?

”A few lifetimes of them, but always learning more as I go. The girls got me dancing now, and I think I might be ready to show some of that off...”

Are you an only child?

”Nope. Brother and a half sister.”

Where do you see yourself in five years?

”More-or-less in the same spot, hopefully. I’m comfortable right now.”

Have you ever almost died?

He just blinks at this, before grinning which pulls at the scar that line his face.

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows?

”....’course not.”

Salty or sweet?

”Sweet, if I had to pick.”

Do you like yourself?

”I don’t lose any sleep at night, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Are you religious?

”Religious, no. Spiritual, yes.”

Do you carry prejudice with you?

”Oh yeah.”

What do you consider entertainment?

“You don’t want to know the answer to that.”

Favorite drink?

”Depends. There’s nothing more divine than clear, crisp water after a hard fight, but then the Gods gave us single malts. Toss a coin, really.”

Do you have any family traditions?

”Yep. Those are meant to be kept between us though.”

Are you a good person?

“Nope. Some people might say I am, but they don’t really know that.”

tagged by: @huntersden

Tagging: I don’t know, who hasn’t done this? @thescarletlettered, @trisandrah, @valishoneybee, @seetheotherways, @thalena-blackblossomwra, @ourcollectivefantasy, @saeil-moonblade, @fuzzymigglet, @orliando ?

[symmarilshatterunwra]

[symmarilshatterunwra]

It’s Sexual Sunday!

So that means it’s time to…

send inappropriate questions, or photots

flirt with him, anon or not

get him flustered, or hot, and bothered

kiss them, or do something else at random

ask for romantic, or sexual advice

or do anything else your devious mind can think up