#windwyrm

[wuzhere75]

Headshots for the Realm of the Serpents RP group. Booby on the left belongs to Eclipsed-Sky, Sabik on the right belongs to ThatSoulessGuy (Both on DA).

Also a reminder you can commission me for headshots just like this at my Caard. Get them while prices are still low!

Edit: several months later I realized I accidentally misnamed Realm of Serpents

[doodlerh]

made some minor changes, but here’s human high midgardsormr’s final design!

[cerberus253]

[confettininjabean]

@windwyrm mentioned you in a post

@jaydzia66 NOOOOOOO

HAHAHHAHAHAHAH YAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[greyias]

No sand so you get "dust motes" prompt from me

You awaken to find yourself in a forest. The soil beneath you is packed, yet still sandy to the touch. God how you hate sand. Dust motes dance in the golden dappled sunlight that filters through the canopy. The light of the setting sun stretches across the forest floor and your supine form, painting ominous blood orange slashes across your abdomen. It is an ill omen, as foreboding as the tang of danger in the air.

It will be night soon, and you know what lurks in the dark. You should get moving, find your way back to that strange Victorian house with its odd mailbox filled with bizarre leaflets talking about something called "Zork". You're still not sure what Zork is. Is it a series of weird anons filling your ask box on Tumblr, is it a really old text parser based video game that's infected geek culture and the internet at large? And beyond that, who was that dashing rogue who infected your inbox to begin with?

As you continue to ponder this mystery, the light on the floor glows a brilliant red, before the cool shades of dusk take over. You are still puzzling over this most dire question of our time as dusk leads way to night, and the light around you is extinguished, leaving you in pitch darkness.

You have been eaten by a grue.

[knicks-knacks]

@windwyrm replied to your post: when it comes to the human races in WoW they...

Vrykul. Who then got fucking ignored henceforth and I will always hate that + especiallly the no mention of them in Shadowlands. They’re the first afterlives we’ve explored. Now they’re gone because cAtHoLiC hEaVeN/hElL wAs CoOlEr no i wont fucking ever not be mad about this

Blizzard, seeing an opportunity to be even slightly interesting or creative: 

[general-grey]

Halloh

Hewwo yes moshi moshi, it’s Grey speaking, what can I help you with today?

[thornbolts]

What’s your rp pet peeve? + What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

What’s your rp pet peeve?

Super-powered RP toons that never lose a fight and can split mountains with a flick of their fingers and is a veteran of every single war in Azerothian history and are so badass that you’d never want to get in a fight with them because you’d totally lose.

Characters like these are boring to me. 

Losing is a part of character development; even if Remington herself has fought Scarlets and Scourge throughout her life, she can still lose if she isn’t careful. She gets injured. She doesn’t get away scot-free. And if she takes on more than a couple at a time, she’s going to get rocked.

What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Oh boy, this is a story. I’m not going to mention any names.

Back when the first-ever RP guild I was in more or less dissolved, I tried Alliance after being on Horde for 10+ years since WotLK. I joined up with an Alliance guild that seemed cool for the first few months after my sin’dorei drank the purple juice.

Things were good for a time. I got promoted to veteran member (you were promoted based on IC writing contributions). I wanted to run events for this guild. So I scheduled a Friday where we could do it. And in my forgetfulness and timidity my first time running an event for this guild, I completely forgot to actually advertise the event in Discord and the calendar.

My GM blasted me publicly for wasting their time, seeing as they originally scheduled something with their IC partner. 

I fucked up, and I had to endure an entire night of public verbal abuse that shot my anxiety through the roof while also trying to run an event. I wanted to leave, curl up, and just breathe, but I felt I had no way out with an obligation. If I left, I would’ve wasted everyone’s time again. If I stayed, I’d have to endure the abuse. It was a lose-lose situation.

I never felt comfortable with my GM after that.

The tipping point was on a Sunday after running a couple new BfA dungeons when said GM blasted us in private group DM for ‘Not RPing in a heavy RP guild’ despite there being no official events on Sundays ever and my friend having to endure it all since they often did raiding and was the ‘PvE expert’ of the guild. They just nodded, taking the verbal beating without fighting back.

I saw red. Blast me if you want. But if you blast my friends, it’s over.

I left the guild the next morning, sending a lengthy message to one of the officers on why I was going (uncomfortable with leadership, absentee leadership from one of the officers, feeling restricted and punished for playing the game despite BfA recently being released).

They persuaded me to return, saying that they’d chat with the GM.

I never got my original rank back. I felt humiliated whenever someone would ask me why I wasn’t a veteran anymore. It felt like I was almost walking with a badge of shame and being paraded around as an example of what not to do. I had to earn my rank back. I wanted said officer to mediate a meeting between me and the GM to hash it out because I knew it’d devolve into a slugfest if only two of us talked.

…3 months later, it still never happened. I was left hung out to dry. No one gave a damn despite IC contributions of work trying to make the guild better. I was given the cold shoulder despite working my ass off and trying to earn my rank back. Every day logging on, I felt humiliated and unwanted.

This was right before Thanksgiving. I was tired. I had just gotten Thanksgiving break from school, and this was starting to even affect my grades. I wouldn’t carry this shit with me to family dinner, so I finally said enough was enough.

I left the guild for the final time, going back to Horde-side, where I later made Fence Macabre, where dungeons on Sundays have become a meme in mockery: “Sabbath Dungeons.”

All in all, the moral of the story is: 

Don’t stick around the toxic shit if you don’t want to. Go. Immediately. Leave, and never return. 

Don’t endure abuse just because you want to believe people can get better. You have a right to be happy. Don’t endure abuse based on how long you’ve been in a group. Games and RP are supposed to get us away from stress, not contribute to it. You have the right to say no and ‘enough is enough.’

Thank you for the ask @windwyrm! This was a heavy topic, and despite the story, I do hope folks can make some good from the bad and learn from it.