@thatmenethil replied to your post “you look like my mom. that's weird...”
W A N N A G O?
YOU WOKE ME UP FROM MY YEAR LONG NAP I’M COMING AT YOU FOR THAT
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@thelostmenethil
@thatmenethil replied to your post “you look like my mom. that's weird...”
W A N N A G O?
YOU WOKE ME UP FROM MY YEAR LONG NAP I’M COMING AT YOU FOR THAT
whats good homeboy
i’m being harassed
you look like my mom. that's weird...
you look like a scrub
describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.
Long live the Queen?
Big spoilers concerning Lordaeron.
Keep reading
Everything stays Right where you left it Everything stays But it still changes
Baby Eleanor!!!!! I wonder what little Eleanor would think of big Eleanor now. Maybe something like why do we dye our hair now? I always think it would be interesting for someone to find an old photo of her and not recognize her at first. A lot has changed in her life, even Dalaran. She thought maybe if she left it untouched it would stay that way but alas its all different now.
Reblog if you are a role-play blog who is willing to role-play with the following:
canon & oc & multi-character.
Send “I dare you to kiss me!” and my muse will respond to your muse saying that.
Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.
okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )
Character exercise: Horror.
Character Exercise
Give me a number, and I will describe the physical characteristics of my character expressing it. NO DIALOGUE. Descriptors only!
The blood drains from Calia’s face. Her blood runs as cold as ice -- is this how Arthas felt in Icecrown? The sight before her locks her in place, and whatever it is she stares at has her enthralled. Her eyes are locked, she cannot tear them away, and she trembles, but cannot flee. Her mouth is agape, and thoughts rush through her mind, yet not a sensible word comes to her. It’s getting colder, and she feels weaker, paler, smaller.
Not even the Light calls to her.
She staggers back, finally regaining feeling in her limbs. The color in her face is all but gone, and her words are caught in her throat. Her stomach churns and every instinct in her body tells her to flee, yet she approaches, curiosity getting the best of her. Horrifying, yes, but what more?
Flee little princess, there is nothing for you here.
Except there is everything for her here.
So she walks towards danger, terror etched into her aged features, every nerve rattling against her flesh and pumping blood faster than normal, but she needs to know what more there is.
She’s horrified, yet fascinated.
frustration!
Character Exercise
Give me a number, and I will describe the physical characteristics of my character expressing it. NO DIALOGUE. Descriptors only!
Calia sits in her seat, muscles rigid and lip twitching. Her fists clench and unclench, and it takes every ounce of strength to not shout out. Endless drumming of the fingertips against dark wood ensue, followed by impatient sighs and huffs -- she is clearly not approachable in this moment.
When she finally decides staying seated is not enough to sate her mood, she rises abruptly, making anyone in the room with her jump in turn. Long robes flow behind her like flames as she moves swiftly, teeth grinding and nostrils flared. She runs her hands through her hair, tangling and untangling the brown and blonde locks of hair, fidgeting constantly as to keep her mind occupied with something.
How should one handle her when she’s infuriated as such? You don’t. You can’t. She’s a Menethil, if you’re smart, you’ll let her have her time.
Then she takes a nap to sleep off her frustration :’)
Character Exercise:
mageprinceloki:
Give me a number, and I will describe the physical characteristics of my character expressing it. NO DIALOGUE. Descriptors only! (Feel free to add to this list if reposting)
Anger
Happiness
Intense thought
Boredom
Lust
Hatred
Joy
Frustration
Embarrassment
Shame
Horror
Fear
Sexual Sunday AND Valentine’s Day?
Sexy and/or sweet questions or prompts? Questions about romance, date prompts, or giving chocolates, cards, flowers, etc.?
"Like you've never been caught in bed."
"Lying down innocently in a bed, I have. Least I know hoe to close a door properly!"