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Tomione Barbie Fest
Hosted by: @artdepleurer and april17rose
Art by @nofear-x
Why a Barbie Fest?
Because we wanted a fest where Hermione gets all the cool jobs other than student/ book shop owner / teacher (don’t take offensive the admins have done all of these Hermiones lmao)
Please come join us 💕 the water is fine 🙏
Prompts ⬇️
The Letter
The hour was late on a more rare as of recent trip to the Alliance capital. The night air was cool on his skin, the satchel at his shoulder heavy with supplies and treats. The cherry of his cigarette burned bright as he inhaled, casting a mild glow about his bearded features, matching the glow from his amber hues. Smoke trailed after him as he walked, heading along an alleyway towards the mage tower. Old Town had been quiet in recent times, something he was grateful for after the absolute lunacy that had infected the place not all that long ago.
His thoughts lingered on the wife and daughter awaiting him at home, leaving his heart with a swell and a faint smile curled on his lips. For a moment, those thoughts were so deep he almost didn’t notice the unnatural pool of blood forming a few paces ahead. It wasn’t until the moon’s light caught just right that he came to a halt, hand flying to his blade as the stars shrouded him in Elune’s grace. Tensed and ready to strike, he paused to see what manner of fuckery might befall him.
First, horns rose, then the top of a head, finally the entire visage and so on, until what some might think was an elegant and striking draenei woman stood before him, not a drop of that blood pool upon her. Tall, as tall as the man himself and perhaps even a bit more, stood the woman - long white locks of hair flowing around her features. Crimson eyes stared from blackened sockets, the darkened veins spidering out from them like some sort of deathly corruption.
“Feril Clawmane.”
The man tensed and let out a huffed grunt at the sound of the voice. This was by no means a method of being stopped he’d experienced before and it set him on edge.
“Speak quickly your reason for being here.”
The woman let out a mirthy chuckle, reaching a hand into a long sleeve to withdraw a letter, which she held over to him.
“Do not act so surprised, ancient one. I am not here, set against you. Rather, I am here to enlighten you. To help you. To reunite you with something long lost.”
His amber hues had taken on a golden tone, shining more brightly from his sockets than before. Ears flicking, he simply stared at the letter for a long few moments, leading the woman’s lips to flatten as she shook the letter once.
“Your caution is admirable but as I said, I am not here as your enemy. Now take this. It will be the first step in a journey I believe you will find comforting.”
A voice in his head told him it was okay, that there was nothing foul about the letter - at least in aura. The stars still hung about him, like weapons hovering and waiting to strike out as he reached for the letter. Once it was in hand, he looked the envelope over. The only script was scrawled elegantly and read ‘An’da’. His heart seized in his chest before he went to try and grab the woman. She was suddenly several steps away, as if she’d simply glided from his grasp.
“You may not touch me. What you may do though, is read that. Read it all and then be there at the given time. Do not disappoint her.”
The mirthy tone was long gone and there was almost something like a coldness in her voice, perhaps something protective. In another instant, she had sunk from sight, back into the pool of blood which receded from sight altogether after another moment, no trace that it was ever there. His hand shook now, unusually so, while he looked down at the letter. He didn’t want to open it, he felt like he was already being tricked - in the cruelest way possible. With a shake of his head, he reached out over the seal, determining if his daughter and wife were safe. When he knew they were, he fell against the wall of the alley, slowly sliding down to sit.
Ever so slowly, he brought the envelope up and turned it over. Sharp nails slid into a crease and peeled the fold open all before he carefully pulled the letter from within. As if in a daze, he unfolded it, until it’s contents were revealed. Fine script filled the page, with what may have been a sketch near the bottom. Golden hues faded to amber as he was given a moment to himself, hands trembling as he tried to still them to read.
‘An’da,
How would I even begin? How would I ever explain what has transpired? For the longest time, all I can recall was being surrounded by darkness. Achingly lonesome and terrifying darkness. So long was I in darkness that I forgot everything and everyone I had ever known. I lay, curled
into a ball in that darkness, waiting… Hoping… For something I had long forgotten.
One day I was ripped from that darkness, the darkness that I had almost found comforting in the end. I was lost, no idea who I was, where I was, why I was there. I saw things. Things I was told to speak aloud. A woman touched by spiders. Another swathed in shadows. I knew where to find them and that seemed enough at first. It wasn’t until I was used, like some crude vessel, that things changed.
I wandered, I believe I even killed, seeking to quench an undying thirst and to find solace in the darkness once more. That is, until a peculiar woman found me. Perhaps the first to show me kindness since I’d left the darkness. I was guided to where I now call home. Shown to a woman who I thought was to be my mother at first. Certainly she has been as such to me, since I was brought to her. I remember conversations. I remember speaking them to her, to the other woman. Letting them know what I saw and what I did not. Something like kindness or affection for me came from the woman and she worked to help me. To restore me.
I fought at first but then, in time, I conceded and indeed, she helped. Withered flesh returned to being full, my mind once shattered began to reform. It was then that I had my first memories of you. Of min’da. I can see it now as if I was standing there. Your smiling features, her moonlit eyes. The way she looked at you and you in turn looked at me. The love of a father and a mother. The love of a family I had long lost and forgotten.
I am uncertain if you have moved on, if you have forgotten me. I don’t want to believe you have but even so… I would still like the chance to speak with you. I know your heart must be clenched as you read this. I know what you must be thinking. The fear, the anger, the sense of being lost. You need not risk everything you love, to speak to me.
In Boralus, in a week’s time, I will be at a restaurant. The only of it’s kind. Open air and in the Upton Borough. From noon to Dusk, I will wait. If you choose not to come, I will understand. Some things lost must feel better to leave that way. I hope however, that is not the case for you.
With love,
Your daughter,
Haeshia’
A sketch, of that moment she described, rested at the bottom of the page, the three of them together and smiling, the likeness uncanny.
His hands shook, the letter falling from his sight as tears rolled down his cheeks. It sounded as though it were her, yet all the same something sounded different. Why would someone drag this from his past to torment him with it now? Unless it was no gimmick.
It was a long time he sat there, longer than he should have been, before he pushed himself to his feet. Carefully, he folded the letter and returned it to the envelope, which he tucked carefully into his vest.
No’Vindere.
He need to speak with her. She would have some sort of advice. At the very least, she would know his pain to push him correctly. His feet began to move of their own accord almost, dragging him through the city and towards the portals that would take him home.
(Tagging @cleansedbymoonlight and @velerodra-valesinger for mentions)
Latest Blog Addition
Hey everyone!
Some of you may have seen a gruff and grumpy ancient kaldorei tattooist wandering around with Dead Sun lately. Well, that’s my character, Feril Clawmane! You can find his details below. If you’re interested in getting IC tattoos or just talking to an ancient kaldorei that’s been through a lot, let me know or feel free to walk up!
Feril Clawmane
Kaldorei Tattooist/Piercer/Druid of the Moon Feril is as gruff and sometimes grumpy as they come. He is usually quiet, offering few words at a time. Don’t let that fool you, the man is ancient and has a lot to say, especially when advising the Dead Sun Speaker Council. In the harbor, he has a shop - Inked Moon - where you can find him to ask about tattoos or piercings. Perhaps even, a little of something to take the edge off.
Find his latest post ‘Dreams’ here!
McQueen Versace Prada Dior Louis Vuitton Chanel Burberry
BY Daryl Feril
Little bunny is a little under the weather, but the nurse got just the right thing to cure it... >:'3c
Commission for Feril of their Bat and Plu Thank you and i hope it meets your expectations! All characters © their ownsers Art © Serdar G.
Something a lil different than I usually post. I have an ao3 alt where I post JJK fan fics and my best friend @nofear-x made this gorgeous cover art for Cursed Shrine Maiden (which is a Gojohime fic where Geto kidnaps Utahime and turns her into a cursed spirit) and I just wanted to share the art because I mean if yall know me I’m obsessed with Geto like that’s my man 😩 and this art is everything. It’s been my phone background for months 🔥
So I’ve been dabbling in other fandoms and did an eremika oneshot called Love Autopsy and my best friend @nofear-x did this art for it and it’s soooo HOT … I haven’t stopped thinking about this Eren in a min like that man did nothing wrong!
