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[drunkenworgen]

It’s Gin and Diane! Mending Gilnean/Forsaken relations through the power of FRIENDSHIP…!

(Art by the ever wonderful @arcanemoonstudio, feat. @moonscxrched )

[drunkenworgen]

💋 KISS MEEEEE

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

(Accepting!)

Gin - having panic drunk all of her whiskey (and all of Nixalegos whiskey) - is very intoxicated, and has been telling everyone how pretty they are for the past fifteen minutes. Repeatedly.

"Y're pretty," she slurred, making an attempt to boop Diane's nose and succeeding in leaning into the Forsaken woman. "Purdy," she repeated with a kiss to her cheek before pushing herself up...sort of.

( @moonscxrched )

[drunkenworgen]

► you will eat. it does not have to be much, nor do you have to finish, but you WILL. eat something other than NUTS and ALCOHOL.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

(Accepting! TW: disordered eating.)

Gin looked at the Forsaken woman pleading with her to eat something, to care for herself. Her features softened a hair.

"Diane..."

This woman shouldn't care about her. And Gin shouldn't care that she cared. But she...she did.

"Diane, ah promise 'm tryna eat. Th'dried meats an' fruits're fer when ah realize ah've no' eaten. Sure, they used ta be fer gettin' people t'shut up 'bout me no' eatin', bu' -" Gin trailed off, looking away for a moment before pulling the other woman into a brief hug. It was awkward, like Gin isn't used to showing affection to many people.

"...ate breakfast. More'n jus' coffee. Ate some eggs 'fore 'eadin' out." A chuckle left her, smiling softly - not her usual, cocky smirk, but an actual smile. "Two undead bein's bein' concerned 'bout m'eatin' 'abits wus no' on m'bingo card like...ever. Bu' 'm glad they are."

( @moonscxrched )

[drunkenworgen]

!! - for diane ofc

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective.

(Accepting!)

Another torn journal page, perhaps Gin should think about getting a better notebook...

Diane Marlowe. Perhaps one of the few people I'm taller than. And even then only barely. By all accounts we should be mortal enemies, but then again...I've never been much for rules.

I really want to play with her hair. It looks so fluffy and soft...I wonder if she'd let me braid it?

That woman is a saint for putting up with the rest of us. She certainly appears to be the sanest out of our little group. I've grown quite fond of her in our short time we've known each other.

(At the bottom of the page is a stick figure drawing of Diane.)

( @moonscxrched )

[drunkenworgen]

(TW: mention of past and present drug use and abuse, mental breakdowns)

Ragged breathing. The Voices hadn't been this loud in years, the runes effectively silencing them. Dor'lof's quick patch job had silenced them again for a few days, but then she took Nixalegos' advice to enter the Voidstorm...maybe it would calm the parasite down.

It did...sort of.

...the moment she'd set foot on Eredath, thousands of Voices had screamed in her head...

This time it was one singular Voice. The one muttering in the back of her mind while It was trapped...and It did seem calmer. Too calm.

It whispered to her. Taunting her back to her old habits she'd picked up in the days after the fall of Gilneas...

You remember, Vessel. The morphine helped to silence Us, yes. You could float blissfully away in your own misery...

"Shut up, shut up, shut UP...!" Her fist met rock with a sickening crunch. Broken again. The ren'dorei that had spearheaded this mission were dealing with similar side effects of the Void...she'd speak with them. No sense in bothering Dor'lof with this again...and Diane and Nixalegos were already doing too much for her. She needn't trouble them with this again.

She could do this on her own...

You can do this on your own, Vessel...you don't need them...you need Us...

Just. Us...

( @dorlofsinalba , @nixalegos , @moonscxrched for mentions )

[drunkenworgen]

Breaking down.

That’s what was happening. Her body was meant to be temporary, used up until the Void inside could break free. The runes were cracking as It tried to break out.

It had shared her screams of pain with the others. The look of horror on their face was not something she could push from her mind easily. Maybe she should leave again. They’d be safer without her near, no one could get hurt if she -

NO.

That was what It wanted. To keep her isolated. These people cared about her, she had to keep reminding herself that. Gin looked at the back of her right hand for a moment before pulling out a pen, writing letters on the back of it.

DS. DM. NF. KE.

They cared. She’d carve the initials into her hand if she had to in order to remind herself that, but THEY CARED. She had to keep trying, if only for them.

( @nixalegos , @dorlofsinalba , @moonscxrched for soft mentions )

[drunkenworgen]

@moonscxrched was about to take Gin to the vet last night.

[drunkenworgen]

“Where she stops...” (TORTURE HER)

@moonscxrched <3

Send me “Where she stops...” for a starter using the whump wheel

(Accepting! Buried alive...)

There was a groan as Gin opened her eyes. Or at least she thought she'd opened her eyes. The darkness pressed in on every side...as did the rough wood sides of what seemed to be a coffin. Fists slammed against the wood uselessly, causing small amounts of dirt to hit the Gilnean in the face.

Fuck me. There were mere centimeters between the top of her head and the wall of the coffin, the same with the bottom of her feet. Shifting wasn't an option, even if it did break through the coffin, she'd still be buried under pounds of dirt. Panic began to set in, nails digging at the lid with a shaky breath.

Stay calm, Ash...if y'panic, yeh'll go faster. Even with this reminder, she let out a frustrated growl and slammed her fist into the lid as hard as she could.

More dirt fell on her face and in her mouth, spitting it out before her brain recognized the texture and taste of the clay. Being obsessed with geology had perks, even if you did get weird stares from licking rocks.

It was close to the clay found near Silverpine and Gilneas, which put would put her within the kingdom of Lordaeron. Which meant there was an equal chance of being found by those that had returned to Gilneas...or the Forsaken. And while Gin swore no allegiance to the Alliance, she certainly looked the part.

Hopefully someone had heard her shout, the muffled beating against the lid, or noticed the freshly dug grave before she passed out from lack of oxygen.

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