Captain of the Guard

Former military man, now freelance for...whatever.

[fyeahvictorious]

[etharion]

I can imagine little Izzy developing a wee, childish crush on Mr. Ollie.

[bigcatkingdom]

(via Black leopard, Khan | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)

[lilbabybaddie]

Devran Taskesen

[etharion]

Here is Eth’s mopeyface.  Also known as his usual expression these days.

[gerrythebutler]

Another picture for TIFF 2016 (x)

[alterac]

a Good Friend

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I want to quest in character with somebody. I want our characters to experience Legion as though it is happening around them in real time, and they have to take time to react, console each other, and move on accordingly. I want to see character development, friendships strengthen, and maybe even morph into something else all together.

[danceswithdaggers-deactivated20]

I would die for this

[the-shrieking-pepper]

I did this in MoP…and it was fucking FANTASTIC. If you can, DO THIS. Save a character just to do this on. My RP partner and I are currently doing this with Tae and Reks and I’ve been inviting others along for the experience as well. But yes, do this. It’s a great experience.

[preachersooc]

I did this back during mop as well, it was a lot of fun and 10/ 10 would do again if I had someone to do it with.

[vandrysse]

I would kill to do this. But … I like to take my time, whether it’s reading the quests or finding quest objectives. Nearly every single flipping time I’ve paired up with someone(s) to RP this way, I feel incredibly rushed and it loses all of its fun. Hell, I’d just love to do some of the world quests ICly with a RP group, but I’m so afraid that people are going to want to cram in an entire zone’s worth in one session and it’ll turn into a rush-rush-rush from one objective to the next and … ugh.

[aspencrown]

Likewise. I’ve only had the pleasure of doing this semi successfully once, but most parties I’ve attempted this with either bowed out or wanted to power through after a time.

It worked out better with alts since everyone seems to want their mains (naturally) to get to cap ASAP.

Even if it’s just one zone, or world quests, like you said? I’m down with this idea.

[ollie-wra]

Questing / world RP is something I’ve longed for since MoP. /wistful sigh

[thoran-barrett]

I did this once with Entwistle back in....was it Wrath?  Had to be.  I think?  Maybe part of it? 

It was so much fun.  BUT, I’m slow.  Like, REALLY slow.  I love reading the quest text, looking around, spending time looking at the scenery and trying to go into every building just to see what’s inside.

And yeah, I’d totally do it as it happens/rp wise.  I kind of do that now with Thoran if I don’t have a goal in mind.  I’ll post a lot of things in /say. 

[thoran-barrett]

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

This is weird, but a ‘green’ flavor. 

Most times, if you ask kids what a green vegetable tastes like, they’ll say “it tastes green”, and Thoran was no exception when he was a kid.  The only difference between him and a kid is the kids sometimes grow out of it.  However, Thoran associates that childhood flavor more with the color of the food than anything else, and he’s reluctant to even try something green, convinced he’s going to hate it.

To this day, he won’t eat broccoli, green bell peppers or any lettuces.  He says it’s about the texture, but in reality, the thought of that childhood taste makes him nauseous. 

[wanderers-of-sornieth-blog]

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!

1. What is one word to shut them up?

2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

8. Do they have anything that triggers them?

9. What is their greatest physical weakness?

10. What is their greatest mental weakness?

11. Do they have any vices?

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?

13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?

14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?

15. Who do they hate the most?

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

17. What sound always gives them a headache?

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

19. Do they consider themselves ugly?

20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?

21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?

22. Do they have any mental illnesses?

23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?

25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?

26. Have they ever been seriously injured?

27. How many times have they been in the hospital?

28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

30. Have they ever been bullied?

31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?

32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?

33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?

34. Have they ever self harmed?

35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?

38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?

41. Do they get sick often?

42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?

43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?

46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?

47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?

48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.

50. Create your own!

[tsepish]

My heart cannot take this. I had to doodle a mini Ysera. :<

[xx-goddess-xx-deactivated201709]

[thoran-barrett]

“Thoughts”

“She’s one ‘ell o’a woman, t’at Vandy.  Smart as a whip, an’ generous to a fault.  When she ‘ad me workin’ fer ‘er, she was patient an’ taught me lots o’stuff an’ didn’t set me ta just movin’ t’e ‘eavy stuff.  T’is ‘ow I realized I do like bakin’, especially fer people I love.  I mean I always knew, but it kinda drove t’e point ‘ome, an’ now I look forward ta spendin’ a few ‘ours a week in t’e kitchen wit’ t’e kids.”

“An, if I’m ‘onest, I dun like t’e ‘and life’s dealt ‘er.  She’s a nice person, a good person, an’ she deserves ta be ‘appy.  Aye, she’s got ‘er dark side, but dun we all?  She still tries ta ‘elp everyone, no matter wot.”

“If I knew a good fella, I’d introduce ‘em.  T’ough, I ‘eard t’rough t’e grapevine ‘er an’ @natharaiebonrook been spendin’ time t’get’er.  Might be not’in’, but would it be bad o’me ta ‘ope she’s enjoyin’ ‘erself?”

[sweetoothgirl]

BEST FUDGY COCOA BROWNIES

[transgenderapocalyptica]

I made these. Best brownies ever. My mom won’t stop eating them.

[little-shark-memes]

Send “Thoughts” for a few positive thoughts my muse has about your muse.

[scaal]

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[thoran-barrett]

Modern ThorEth AU

It was a Saturday, and it was early, even for Thoran, but Grizz needed to go out.  So out they went, Grizz prancing anxiously and making toward the elevator as Thoran shrugged on his backpack full of refuse bags, a collapsible water dish, a few bottles of water and treats for both man and beast, along with a brush that could be used for either of them if hair or fur got out of hand.

The weather was starting to cool, and he was grateful like nobody’s business.  He’d slept with his windows wide open again the night before, the gentle September breeze moving his curtains in lazy waves as it carried Etharion’s guitar music with it.

Grizz’s leash wrapped around his wrist, he tucked his hands into his pockets as he began walking toward Bel Isle. 

The young man, the very young man kept Thoran company some nights, when neither of them could sleep.  A text from one to the other could end up with pizza being ordered along with any number of other foods (it was amazing what restaurants were open well past midnight, looking to take advantage of the influx of chefs and cooks to the area).  Flash Delivery could hit up to six restaurants if you ordered the minimum of $15.00 from each, and between both Etharion and Thoran, that was easily done.

While Thoran kept his drinking to a minimum these days due to new medications his doctor had him on, he usually had a six pack of something or other in the fridge to offer Etharion.  Eth usually drank what Thoran did without complaint, and they’d eat and watch movies until they either got tired and said their goodnights or fell asleep on the couch next to each other.

Those nights were Grizz’s favorites because he could usually score a treat of food left on plates, set there when too full bellies made moving a chore.

Just for that reason, most of the things they ordered were boneless, even the chicken wings. 

The wind tugged at Thoran’s hair as he and his dog crossed the bridge to get to the state park, prompting him to lift his head and smile at the cloudy sky.  Summer was nice, but Thoran was an October baby and preferred the cooler temperatures of Autumn.  The scents of fresh earth, leaves and burning wood from fireplaces always put him in a good mood, and it usually lasted right through to the holidays. 

Thoran headed to the dog park, smiling to see a few other patrons from his building there.  He was a polite dog owner and asked if they minded Grizz off his leash and nobody did, so the big dog was soon running around looking like a huge ball of fluff and fuzz. 

Of course like owner like dog, and soon Grizz was being chased by a pack of shih tzus, jack russels and a labradoodle.  By the end, Grizz drank about a gallon of water from the fountain and had to have what seemed to Thoran an entire tree worth of leaves plucked from his coat.

They left the park and spotted a man with long dark hair and Thoran’s heart rabbited against his rib cage.  When the man turned, he could see it wasn’t Etharion and there was a bit of a let down. 

The feeling annoyed him.  He was too old to be crushing on someone less than half his age.  With a grunt to himself, they carried on down further into the park toward one of the areas popular with food trucks.

As he’d hoped, the truck selling crepes was there and he got in line with Grizz by his side.  And of course he ordered two, one for him and one for Grizz (the dog was a sucker for the banana flavored crepes with extra whipped cream), and when he had their order they made their way toward a small picnic table set toward the edge of the lot. 

He watched the dog eat while he enjoyed his own lunch and thought about Etharion.  The young man wanted to become a veterinarian, but his mother (who Thoran thought needed to get the stick out of her ass) had other ideas.  Thoran smirked as he thought of the woman, about his age, who probably thought he was a no good piece of lazy shit.

She’d never know she was wearing one of his pieces that’d sold for over $600.00 around her neck. 

He felt sorry for @etharion in all honesty.  He’d never say it out loud, but Eth’s mom was as affectionate as a dead fish.  Thoran could understand why the younger man had done some of the things he’d done.  He didn’t condone it, but he understood it. 

Thoran must have been sitting too still for Grizz’s liking because the big dog shoved his head under one of Thoran’s arms, grinning up at him with every single tooth visible. 

“A’right ya daft bugger,” Thoran murmured, sinking one hand into Grizz’s ruff for a good scratching.  “Lemme finish m’coffee an’ we’ll ‘ead ‘ome.”

Just then his phone went off, signaling a received text.  He picked it up and arched a brow.

Eth:  Feel like catching one of my shows tonight?  Got free tix.  There’ll be lots of overpriced beer.

Thoran snickered and shook his head.  He really didn’t need to be doing this.  Not at all.  Nope.  And he began typing out a text begging off, planning on using work as an excuse.

Eth:  Please?  You’ve been working all week and we haven’t gotten a chance to hang out.  I’m going through Grizzly withdrawls.

Thoran sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  He really shouldn’t be doing this....

Thoran:  Sure, but I might not be able to stay the entire time.  And you won’t be getting your Grizzly fix at a club!

Eth:  I already talked with the manager.  He knows Grizzly’s a service dog.  It’s going to be a low key show, mainly acoustic guitar and piano.  You’ll like it!  :)

Thoran sighed and shook his head with a fond smile as he stood, Grizzly automatically coming to his side. 

“I really dun need ta be gettin’ inta t’is shit,” he told the dog as they began walking back the way they’d come...

[delta-breezes]

Grilled Chocolate Chip Cookie Bacon S'Mores | Creme de la Crumb

[creekwhisper]

@thoran-barrett and other Servitors who need about a hundred of these

[thoran-barrett]

Thoran is a sneaky little shit

((So, icly, @ollie-wra doesn’t know Thoran has been learning Drood stuff.  I keep teasing that Thoran’s going to go into cat form and just follow his 3rd favorite hunter (his son Hunter is his first favorite, and @etharion is his 2nd favorite) to keep an eye on him cos Thoran has issues regarding OllieButts))

By now everyone in the Keep recognized the huge black panther looking thing that sometimes roamed the halls.  He could usually be seen just before Thoran’s guard shift, or once in a while he’d be seen in the infirmary rolling bandages.

Imagine that.  A cat rolling something UP rather than unrolling it.  Novel idea, yeah?

Nobody really thought to mention it to Ollie, and for that Thoran was immensely grateful.  Because sneaky.

He was closer to his Beast Self in his animal forms, but he retained his own mentality.  He knew right from wrong, could keep track of a schedule, understand all the languages he knew as a person and could even accomplish tasks that no ‘normal’ big cat could, but he had habits and traits from his animal selves.

Personally, Thoran hoped nobody ever figured out how bat shit crazy he went over a scope light.  Ugh, the embarrassment!

But for the moment, he wasn’t worried about any of that, because before him in the mess sat Olliver Middleton.  

Thoran perked up and padded quickly over to the young human, making a strange “mmrrow!” sound.  He was pretty sure if anyone’d heard him he’d never live it down, but right now there was only Ollie. 

Ollie paused when he saw the large cat and set his coffee cup down.  

“Aren’t you a lovely boy?” he asked, reaching out and sinking all ten fingers in Thoran’s neck ruff.  It was all the druid could do to stay on his paws.  As it was his eyes drifted closed and he purred his fool head off.

“Like that do you?” Ollie grinned.  

Thoran scooted closer, leaning against Ollie when the hunter went back to his breakfast, once in a while reaching up to pat at Ollie’s hand when he wanted a bit of bacon or a bite of toast.  He was pleased that the meal was shared readily, his purr a consistent rumble.

When the young man rose to return his plate and leave, Thoran was quick to rise and walk with him.  

“Now I’m sure you’ve got someone missing you,” he said conversationally as they headed toward the bunks.

Thoran didn’t answer, instead pausing when Davvi (one of his favorite gnomes in the history of ever) paused to sink both of her tiny hands into his chin fur and give him a good skritch.  He paused when she finally stopped and headed back to her business, torn between chasing after her and following Ollie.

When he decided to follow Ollie, he balked.  The young man was going through an automatically closing door.  One which Thoran couldn’t open unless he was human!  

He sprinted forward, yowling in distress and just managed to squeeze past the closing door.  He turned and scowled at it, convinced M had changed some setting or other.  He’d have a look at it one of these days when he remembered...

But for now, he turned and trotted to catch up to his quarry, making Ollie laugh.

“Really, I don’t need an escort.  Found my way around pretty well!”

Thoran just chuffed and kept pace.  

Then, Ollie stopped in front of the rest room.  “Now here’s where you stop.  You’re not following me in there.  Need to take care of the Three S’s and I’ve been managing quite well on my own for a while.”

Thoran blinked, mind temporarily distracted by the imagined image of Ollie in the shower before shaking it out of his head and sitting on his haunches with a sigh.  Fiiiiiiiiiine.  He’d wait.  

Right here.

“You’re kidding me right?”

Nope.  Right here.  Gonna wait.

Ollie rolled his eyes.  “Fine, suit yourself.”

He closed the door firmly, leaving the big cat in the hallway.  No doubt he’d get bored and wander off.

That’s when Ollie heard something strange.  He unpacked his shaving essentials and frowned, trying to place the sound.  Turning, he was about to head into the hallway to see if someone was working on something when he saw it.

A huge cat paw.  SOMEHOW managing to get under the door and grope around as if looking for something.  

Ollie just blinked and muttered, “Only in the Servitors...”

[thoran-barrett]

OOC - Reblogs of RP “Would not stop rping with”

Okay, I don’t know what else to title this, and I’m thisclose to saying fuck it.

I like a lot of posts, but I don’t reblog all of them.  Today, I liked several “Reblog if you wouldn’t stop rping with someone if...” posts, but didn’t reblog them. 

People who know me know my stance on pretty much everything, and this is a character journal.  I attempt to reblog things that are relevant to him and leave the political crap to my personal blog.

If you feel the need to dm me, on anon or no, about how I’m not reblogging this political thing or that political thing or how I would obviously stop rping with someone over their race/gender/sexuality/mental status/marital status/planetary status, then I have a favor to ask you.

Un-fucking follow me. 

I don’t have time for the bullshit, I don’t have the patience for the bullshit, and I don’t have the tolerance for the bullshit.

So take your bullshit and shove it up your ass, cos I’m not responding to this with your name because I’m not giving you the satisfaction.

This is the ONLY time this is going to be discussed.