#waitingrose

[veliona-xiv]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛✨ YOU ARE SO CREATIVE AND SEEET AND I ADORE YOU

WH-... YOU AREN’T ALLOWED TO BE SO SWEET HOW DARE YOU??? I WOULD HUG YOU IF I COULD!!! AND I ADORE YOU TOO WAHHHHH lskdjgsldkjg

[riaevis-xiv]

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

All kinds! That goes from listening to it, to dancing, to singing and playing it himself. He hasn’t found anything he dislikes yet.

[invalmos-kha]

Fenrir: Is their anything in your life holding you back?

( Doing one for each as there wasn’t a specified muse. )Rathorin: “Currently there’s quite the annoyance holding me back, but, with the help of my sister-in-law, I’m working on a solution. Other than that…? Not so much. It’s a fairly normal life and most things I want or need I find a way to get it.”Kona: “Absolutely not! There used to be. I had a break up that went pretty bad, but we patched things up and now I have a friend that’s helping me get past all that.”Cyrus: “Hm, I guess you could say so? I’ve been having a lot of issues with the Immortal Flames lately. I had my squad taken from me because I did more harm than good. I suspect I’ll be asked to step out of the Flames eventually which may or may not put me in a predicament.”L’ander: “My sister! She’s so over protective and frustrating! I’m thirteen and she still treats me like a little kid. I mean…I guess I am, but…that’s not the point! I might be planning on getting into a little bit of trouble against her wishes with this girl I know. It should be a bunch of fun!”Thanks for the ask! @waitingrose

[luwha]

I love how in the colored versions you always have this -light- around the core of the characters. To me, it is as if you are conveying emotion in with the pose and showing their souls ignite. I adore your work in so many ways, darling.

GASP OMG THANKS SO MUCH ;W;

[redline1221]

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity! (Only if you feel so inclined)

ANOTHER ONE?!5: YOU ALL - All of the people that follow my blogs bring a certain kind of joy to my life. Whether you like everything I put forth and we talk every day, or if you find some obscure post I made months back and maybe we hardly speak at all, that anyone might enjoy the content I post is a ridiculous boon to me. I’ve had the fortune of meeting many a talented writer on here with vivid imaginations that just leave me speechless at times. They consistently wow me with their stories, and the artwork they post. My wish is to try and interact, eventually, with a great deal of them if I can ever find the time because they’re awesome, and as the next point shows, I LOVE WRITING.

4: Writing - A long time ago I started writing short stories. They weren’t very good, coming from a 13 yo that didn’t have a clue about stories and actual character development. However, they helped me realize what a release for one’s imagination they could be, and how much joy they could bring you. Since then I’ve fallen in and out of love with writing, but the recent years have proven to me how integral it is in my life. It’s lead me to some of the most unexpected friendships, not the least of which being you my dear, and the connections I’ve forged because of it are lasting and amazing. I’ve striven to become a better author with each new piece I write and only hope that someone finds some measure of enjoyment from the stories I put forth. 

3: Games - Because I’m an epic nerd and played Halo for the story. The very first video game I played was paperboy on a commodore 64 back in the day. It was a terribly frustrating game, to the point I think Dark Souls might actually be easier, but it sparked a love of games. Since then I’ve played everything from obscure jrpgs, to mainstream shooters and a swathe of genres inbetween. The most prevalent being MMOs of course, because the social and mechanical aspect of them just draws me in every time I play them. Without video games, sure I’d probably be a bit more productive, but I wouldn’t have made the wonderful friends I have or find so much enjoyment from spare time.2: Friends - My nerdy ass friends are a constant source of lols and good times. I’ve had any number of chats with each of them, some I’ve been lucky enough to keep over the years, and some who’ve fallen out of touch as time passed. With each one though my life has been enriched and made better for having them. @catraenablazewing and @adilynia are the zaniest people I know and have been amazing because they are amazing people and if you don’t already give their pages a follow because their talents for writing are stellar. But beyond that they’re phenomenal nerds in general and if I don’t slap my face once a day from the crap jokes we trade it’s been a really off day.1: The Cat “Baby” - The little asshole of a fuzzball we call Baby who is both amazing, and infuriating. She’s the sort that’ll ignore you all day but the moment you walk by the treats she’s right there chatting up a storm like you’re old friends catching up over tea. Like a typical cat she wants affection, but only as long as she wants it then you need to fuck off. But I wouldn’t trade a thing in the world for her. Happy to have the jerk around, even if just for the way she likes to sleep on my chest and try and nom my glasses when she thinks she can get away with it.

[aenlanin]

"What if" his family was still alive?

The markets were especially busy that day. Everywhere you looked there were people coming and going, from the various races and factions. Though he’d never been much for the green or fur-skinned of their allies, there was a certain charm about the way they favored Silvermoon and her venues. Wares and services were plied and sold at relatively fair prices, though Aenlanin could swear one of the tailors was shipping discount cloth from one of the goblin suppliers that just happened to be bidding on his newest creation. A man after his own heart, he surmised, even as his hand was tugged. “Father, could we...could we?!”

A boy of barely fifteen with raven hair peered forward and pointed, his face lit with expectation and wonder. He could see the swirling mana wyrms tumbling endlessly in beautiful patterns, and his want was clear. With an exaggerated roll of his gaze, and a smile that lifted anyone’s spirit he gave a nod and they bounded off. It was barely a moment later that they were strolling through the Walk, a newly minted wyrmling already twirling across the boy’s arms and into the locks of his hair. The laughter that touched the air was the very breath of innocence, a child who would never understand the horrors that’d nearly taken him from the world. Though his father watched in understanding, his son was as carefree as the summer breeze.“I thought we agreed -no- new pets?”Like a cat with his paw in the jar he turned, a look twisting his face in an almost comical fashion as he peered upon the elegant face of his beloved. A woman cast in her middling years, her scarlet tresses were drawn to impossibly straight lengths with the faintest curl in a set of bangs that framed her brow perfectly. With enough shadow cast across her face to accentuate the natural beauty she held, he found himself lost in the sight of her. Almost enough to remedy his folly.“Basking in the vision of your wife will not save you from her, My Lord.”

A laughter echoed between them before a kiss rested against her brow, and their linked arms brought them to chase after their son. With a toddler tucked against her other shoulder already clinging to her neck and fast asleep, they were a vision to behold. They strolled for hours until the sun waned, and the shadows of the evening began to creep in among the city streets. Leaving her side for but a moment a detour was made to the local ink trader. He watched as she took both their sons in hand and strolled onward to a small bench, and rested. As he passed through the door, the soft ring of the bell above him didn’t sound. A look up found it’d been bent aside.“Overzealous Orc again, Lelorian?”When no answer came he peered about, and caught a strange odor. Stepping further in the door began to slowly creep shut as his steps brushed along the dusty wood. For once he found himself in an almost uncomfortable silence, like the air was charged with some veiled force. His fingers idly brushed together as though a film had taken hold, and at once he jumped. The poignant quiet meant the door slipping shut was more crash than idle clatter of joints and locks, and he swept back around to watch the motes of dust settle back onto the floor.“...Lelorian..?”There was an odd lump in his throat, and already he could feel the pace of his heart steadily quickening. Again no answer touched his ears, and he made his way towards the counter. There he found an odd thing, a single golden coin etched in an elegant carving. He found himself drawn to pick it up, already taking the token in hand before he really knew why. Sliced into the precious metal were lines and shapes that, as he turned it over to catch the fading light of the sun drew a very clear picture even as the spindled legs took form, and the body formed.“What an odd coin...a-”He barely felt the dagger slip into his back at first, until the hilt pressed in against the folds of cloth and skin and he could feel the tip strike bone.“Spider.”A jolt struck him as the coin fell and struck the counter, falling into a lazy spiral as he gripped the wood. The blade was turned, and the uneven curve of the steel left a ragged gaping wound that quickly stained a deep shade of red. Already he could feel the warmth rushing down across the space between his robes, and breath failed him. He choked on a word, struggling to keep his balance before the weight of the world crashed in and he collapsed to his knee. A last ounce of strength expended itself before he struck the floor, and rolled onto his back. “It really is a shame...you seem an upright gentleman, and I hate to leave your beautiful wife a widow, but...business you know?”

A weapon clad in flesh and blood, and leather the color of midnight set her feet to either side of his waist. The formfitting leather clung to her like a second skin, the dull creak a whisper as she snatched up the coin. Eyes that seemed both feral and intelligent peered down at him, silk and throaty tones on her voice while she peeled the mask away. He might have found her beautiful, hauntingly so even, were it not for the way his body was quickly losing the battle to live. All thought turned to the steadily growing pool of blood around him, a hand brushing through it before he gripped her leg.“Some fight in you yet...even more disappointing. Who knows...in another life maybe we could have been acquaintances...a pretty face like yours deserved better. Just close your eyes, think of your pretty wife’s face. You’ll want that to be the last thing you think of, not me.”Her words were like a dull echo, like someone trying to talk to you through the press of a pillow. His hand fell away and he watched the stain of his blood soaking into the leather across her leg. With the passing of every breath the weight drew heavier, and his eyes began to slip shut. The last thing he saw was the door to the shop opening and his wife peering in. The last thing he heard was her howling scream at the sight of her dead husband.Another life.

@knife-in-the-shadows (her WoW counterpart) for mentions.

[denlandis]

A♦️ - What is the most important message your muse has ever received?

“Keep them safe.”The last three words Seranah said to him before she perished, and the words that’ve both inspired and haunted him since. She was the one that always kept him safe from Aenlandrin’s wrath, and sometimes from Eri’s jabs though those were almost always joking in some fashion. She shielded him from their father’s incessant tutelage and cruelty towards them, especially near the end of his life when his mind began to slip. He’s never forgotten them, and in a way those words are the reason he is where he is today. Because everything he’s done, every choice, every battle and every decision, has been to keep ‘them’ safe. But the ‘them’ she mentioned has grown from their family, to a much broader spectrum because the longer he’s served, the more Denlandis has come to realize that he has to look beyond his own family. 

[redoriantherogue]

📷 - Velest

In a world of things that people forgot or lost, Dorian was one of the rare few that couldn’t. Even if he wanted to he’d always had a compulsion to keep the scraps of a puzzle even if it had been thrown against a wall and scattered to a million pieces. So when he found a file, her file, he knew the first thing that would meet his eyes would be her face.“Velest...”Rare it was to hear the Shadow whisper another’s name, and even more so with such an almost reverent tone. His form drew down into the simple wooden chair beside his oak desk, the finish freshly applied and smoothed over. With a sigh the folder was to the edge while he plucked the photo free and stared down at her beautiful face. The slip of cloth drawn from his face, and the hood tucked back let her see him for the first time. A face she would never see.“You were a trial....my trial...both the easiest and hardest I have had to bear since her passing....you will never know how much alike you are. Your softness, your generosity, your unflagging courage even standing before the horrors of the world...you would have liked her, and she you. I wish...I wish I could have stayed, and been more for you. Been...more than just your Shadow. There were a thousand things I wanted to tell you that evening by the lake, a thousand truths I won’t even tell myself. You don’t know how hard it was to leave you there, with them...with him. I visit now and then, you’ve almost caught me twice now, but I’ve gotten good at avoiding your keen eye when once I’d have stepped into the light at your faintest whisper...I know that you’re safe...that you’re...happy, and that’s enough. It will always be enough, but....I miss you. Terribly...”Another sigh blasted the air before the picture was hastily shoved back into the folder. A twist of the latch on his side drawer sprung it open, and her file was tucked away, one of only five others in that unique space. As the harsh sound of metal latching broke the silence, and left him with no other sound but its echo and his own thoughts his eyes shut to the world. He filed it away, like everything else, and moved on.