Walk swiftly, walk softly, and walk silently.

This is an RP blog for my WoW characters. In particular, Valstros on WrA. Disclaimer: I like morbid and explicit things. A large number of my posts will be either NSFW or on the darker, gorier side of things. Browse at your own discretion. Avatar - Zeiyth.tumblr.com

[charcubed]

We’re all having “hard conversations” about racism, police brutality, and #BlackLivesMatter I hope. 

You’ve probably noticed that detractors often use the same “racist talking points” in response. Here’s a researched and sourced guide to help you answer, for the times you may get stuck.

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Originally posted on Twitter

[blackbirdbrewery]

On monday, 5/25, Blackbird Brewery is opening up with the fresh taste of spring to get you ready for the upcoming days of beautiful sun and warmth. Crops grown by our locals and loyal farmers are being showcased with mouth-watering vegetable based dishes and drinks sure to invigorate you and leave you wanting more–and don’t worry, we have delectable carrot cake awaiting as an after-dinner dessert! 

Blackbird Brewery is located in Rustberg Village, Tol Barad, and will have its doors open from 6:30pm - 8:30pm (WRA time). We are faction neutral, so bring your elixirs of tongues, and no fighting on the premises!

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

[supervillainny]

1) I have few spoons

2) I am highly distractable

3) I have zero concept of the passing of time

I am doing my best and I love you 💜

[13-vampires-in-a-coat]

Just know that I love you, I have likely referred to you as “my friend from…(Canada, Italy, etc)”, and I think you’re doing fantastic. I have no idea why you all put up with me, but I’m glad you do. ❤

[topdave634]

[loo-nuh-tik]

Jérémie Renier || Criminal Lovers (Les Amants Criminels)

[saeil-moonblade]

@ourcollectivefantasy

[veiled-shadows]

by the way, i’m actually back for a while now that school is over. so like. hit me up. also if you have any recommendations for groups that do events every week or so with an over-arching plot i’d be super into that.

alternatively, i am still a degen so like if you just want me to throw my char at yours for a ship i am fully up for that too

[veiled-shadows]

log back into wow for one of the first times in months and within 30 minutes i get this whispered to me 

i’m glad that even strangers understand i’m still a guttersnipe 

[catchymemes]

[julesvalebright]

🎉

(( Hell yeah Valstros, lol. I have a hard time seeing Jules pass that up if it landed in his lap. So to speak. Thanks, @veiled-shadows! ))

[lendarinamberbow-deactivated202]

🎉

Lendarin was tracing well worn fingers over the base of his pint glass, the other hand plucking food from his plate absent mindedly. The bars were packed tonight, and he and Orin were making their rounds just for the fun of it all this New Years. However, in his absent headedness he hadn’t even spotted the likely inebriated elf approach.

He was met with a rather lopsided kiss right to the face, leaving him stunned and quite confused. Just as the kiss connected he heard the clock strike midnight and people cheering all around him. Slowly looking to the elf he offered a slow smile, rubbing at his own neck. Leaning in he gave the other a real kiss for the new year, topping it off with a wink before he had his life partner by the waist again.

( @veiled-shadows )

[veiled-shadows]

this isn’t really canon, but i wanted to write a thing. happy new year fam, i hope you’re all doing well. @nicolas-draco is the hunter -- I 100% used him without asking first b.c we used to rp but @magics-of let me know if you want me to like, not do that 

anyway that’s all, love you all have a good day

“You know it doesn’t have to look perfect, love.”

“Wait, really? I’d forgotten since the seven-hundred and thirty-second time you reminded me, shadows, what would I do without you?”

“If I had to wager a guess, you’d have a harem at least seven-hundred and thirty-three. If it weren’t for me, your endless charm would have wrought destruction upon the world.”

The pair locked eyes, the shaggy, dark haired hunter barely stifling a smirk, while his partner’s expression remained bland and unamused.

               “I’m lucky you haven’t a fraction of my wit. Your insults might actually sting if you had.”

Now both of them had a flat expression, silence lingering in between them for a moment. Two. Three.

               “And I’m just as lucky that for all you lack in wit, you make up for in patience.”

The hunter’s smirk returned, as he pushed up from his desk. The leather he’d been treating abandoned as he crossed the small space of the cabin. He plucked the meticulously braided strand of garlic out from the priest’s hands, stacking it amongst the rest of the herbs that would be hung to dry. He was pulling the smaller man up from the ground then, scooping him into a loose embrace.

“I win, again.” He gave a throaty chuckle, leaning to brush his lips along the top of Val’s head. “You might have the wit, but I have the silent treatment.”

               “That’s cheating and you know it.” A huff blew into Nic’s chest, warming the skin before Val pressed his forehead into the spot. His arms lifted to wrap around the taller man’s waist, returning the embrace then. A content sigh leaving him as they swayed lightly. “How much longer before you can call it an evening? I’ve only got the lavender and the thyme left.”

               “The rest of this cloak and then a pair of breeches. I’ll damp the fire and clean up, you finish the wrapping and head to bed.”

               “Mm, I don’t mind tidying—” The priest’s reply was cut short as his chin was lifted, the familiar scrape of Nic’s stubble a pleasant one.

               “You double wove the fourth-to-last knot, you’re tired. Bed.” The hunter’s tone slipped just a touch lower as he pulled back, his eyes narrowing a fraction to match. That was all it took, the slight dip of the priest’s ears letting him know he’d been understood. One last squeeze, from both sides, before the pair separated. Val sliding back down to the floor in front of the hearth and Nic crossing back to his small desk.

They finished up their tasks in the quiet, letting only the rasp of brush against leather, the crack of a flame, and the rustle of herbs fill the air. Of course, Val finished first. Stacking the lavender and thyme into the small mound of bundles and braids he’d been working on. His eyes fixated on the garlic, narrowing a touch. He almost pulled it out to fix the knot that Nic had pointed out but decided against it. The hunter was right. He was tired, and it didn’t have to be perfect.

So, instead, he pushed to his feet, padding over to drape his arms around Nic’s shoulders, the chestnut curtain of his hair falling along their left as he leaned in to press soft kisses against the hunter’s jaw. “All yours. I’m going to let Sceo in, you can kick him out of bed when you join.” Another soft kiss, and a brief nuzzle into the dark stubble said everything else before the priest turned to reach for the door. He tugged it open, grunting a bit with the weight. Not that he had to pull much, the second the gap was wide enough for the wolf’s snout, Sceo was shoving his way inside, panting happily as he trotted over to the bed.

The beast’s fur was a cool at first, the night’s chill clinging to the pale strands. Val didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped his arms around the wolf though, burying his head into its pelt. No awkward shifting or rolling around was necessary, the two having developed a ritual that was as natural as breathing. It helped, too, that Sceo was nearly Val’s height when laying down. A few licks to the forehead, and they were off. Both falling asleep in minutes. Nic didn’t have to turn around to know that, instead hearing their breathing slow and even out. Sceo lasted longer, as always, the wolf excited to be in out of the cold, but that wasn’t saying much. Val only managed a few seconds before he’d passed out.

So, on the hunter worked. Hanging the now oiled cloak onto a rack to dry and starting on both halves of the pair of breeches. Oiling the insides first, with a mix that would lightly rough the surface and wear it, making the material more comfortable to the skin. Then following on the outside with a layer of oil that would slick and seal the surface. Priming it for the next layer, which would leave a thin film to repel water while glistening. It was tedious work, but it wasn’t unenjoyable. Nic found it soothing, almost meditative. Just as he found it satisfying to screw the caps back onto each cannister of oil, slotting them back into their proper place. Coiling the thread that Val had been using to wrap their herbs, brushing up the dirt and other debris from the stone floor. He couldn’t explain it, but nights like these, where he got to simply work in the cabin were the nights he loved the most. The mundane rituals bringing a muted smile to his face.

That smile widened further when he’d finally finished up. The sight of Valstros coiled around Sceolang endearing. It almost broke his heart to separate them, and at first, he hadn’t been able to summon the nerve. But given a few weeks of sleeping on the cold, hard floor, he’d gotten over it. So, with a practiced motion, he untangled Val’s limbs from Sceo’s fur, rousing the wolf, while leaving the priest sound asleep. The pup gave him that look, eyes turning into saucers as he silently begged to stay in bed. Nicolas simply chuckled and shook his head, nodding off to the large pile of furs on the floor that had become a makeshift bed for the wolf. “You’ve got yours. Up and out, bud.”

Again, that was all it took. Wolf, like the priest earlier, didn’t question the firm tone of the command. The beast letting the two men alone as it trotted over to make itself comfortable in the corner. Nic watched him, as his hands moved to work the ties of his own pants, shrugging them off so that he was entirely nude as he crawled into bed. It was funny, how he and Val had traded habits. Val having gone from sleeping in the buff always, to wearing a thin robe so that he could cuddle into Sceo, and Nic having forsaken all of his evening pants in favour of spooning the priest. Not that every night was spent spooning.

Tonight for example, the hunter had settled himself on all fours, perched above the sleeping priest. Seafoam eyes following the soft curve of a pale jaw up into the wild strands of chestnut that splayed across the pillows. Full lips pulled into a smile as he leaned to nuzzle against Val’s cheek, whispering faintly. “Mine.”

He trailed down then, hands pulling the hem of the priest’s robe up as lips peppered kisses in its wake. More and more of Val’s form was exposed, until he was nude from the chest down. Nic lowered himself then, letting skin press against skin as he softly spoke into Val’s ear. “Up up, help me get this pesky thing out of the way.”

His words were met with a groan, Val only barely coming to consciousness. It took a second for the words to process. The priest arched once they had, though, lifting himself and pulling his robe off the rest of the way. His arms coiled around Nic’s neck once they were free, squeezing the man tightly. He wasn’t given the chance to say much, as the moment the robes were gone, Nic had fully lowered himself, letting his weight sink into Val as he claimed the man’s lips. The kiss wasn’t as soft as the lazy moments near the hearth had been, but it wasn’t fervent. No, nothing about the hunter’s movements were sudden, but instead the drag of his hands along Val’s sides were languid, and firm. Calloused fingers dragging down until they were at the man’s waist. It was only then that a word was allowed, Nic lifting his head to hang a question between them.

               “May I?”

               “Always.”

               “You aren’t too tired?”

               “Not if you do the work tonight.”

               “Nothing about this is work, Val.”

               “You’ve got your answer then, love.”

A shared grin crossed between the two, before Val was being rolled over onto his belly. The hunter’s larger form slipping lower, fingers and lips leaving a trail from the base of the priest’s skull to the cleft of his ass. Either hand palmed an asscheek then, kneading gently as he pulled them apart. He buried his face between them, his stubble leaving little red scratches along the way. Not that he’d receive any complaints. The warmth of his tongue caused Val to arch, a pillow clutched to keep his hands busy as he let out a soft whine of pleasure. The sound only grew with Nic’s efforts, as the man coaxed his way past the priest’s entrance, he earned a soft cry, the whines turning into irregular mewls. Those mewls only growing more haggard as he got more arduous in his effort. His hands got more rough with their kneading, leaving faint red welts as he continued to lave over the priest’s entrance. Stopping only to rear back and take an occasional breath.

All too soon, though, he felt Val buck his hips backwards. The chorus of cries growing sharper as he ground back against Nic’s jaw. The hunter couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes lighting up as he enjoyed the friction. It wasn’t long before the priest drove his hips the opposite way, grinding himself against the bed just as he had against Nicolas’ face. The hunter welcomed the motion though, taking the opportunity to rear back, a grin on his now slicked lips as he watched the Val writhe around. Instead of diving back in, this time he settled back onto his haunches, one hand moving to cup the smaller male’s inner hip. A single thumb found its way to the other’s entrance, and he slowly pressed inwards as his free hand moved to stroke along his cock.

He would never get over the sight. Val’s lithe figure arched, the faint glow of the fire’s embers outlining every muscle on the man’s back as he strained. The sound of his moans, growing even more impatient as that thumb worked its way inside. Most of all, though, he would never forget how it felt. The tight warmth surrounding his digit. Contracting around him, drawing him in. A deep, pleased groan escaped the hunter’s mouth as he enjoyed the display. His own cock throbbing in his hand. He had to be patient, though. He knew it’d be worth it. So he simply began to pump his thumb in and out, leaning in to wet the area with a bit more saliva as he gently fucked the priest. He quite enjoyed the symphony of sounds that filled the air. The squelch of his finger, the rasp of his cock against hand, and most of all, the cries of pleasure from Val’s throat. Cries that had finally reached that perfect tempo.

He leaned in, just as he felt Val pull away from him, hips thrusting forward violently. The tip of his own cock lined up against the other’s spit-slicked hole. “Good boy. Good, good boy. You’re so pretty when you cum. You’ll be even more beautiful stretched around me, though. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you into another orgasm?” The hunter’s tone grew deeper, teeth finding one of Val’s ears as he muttered, warm breath enveloping the length of the man’s ear.

No response proper was given, Val still too caught up in the moment to offer words. Instead, he let out a meek affirmative whimper, craning his neck to pull his head away, deep emerald eyes cast back to meet Nic’s own as he pressed his hips back. Slowly impaling himself onto the hunter’s cock as he held the man’s gaze. It was obvious the effect, as now the Nic joined him in releasing a groan of pleasure. It burned ever so slightly, the stretch of accommodating the larger man’s cock. It was pleasant, though. Welcome. Even still, he worked slowly, pushing up inch by inch to meet the other’s hips with his ass.

The pair froze for a moment, once Nic was fully sheathed, both panting, Val as he relaxed himself, and Nic as he resisted the urge to start fucking. The hunter waited, his mouth still left open as he drank in the expression on Val’s face. Waiting for the crease in his brow to smooth… Four lines… Two… One… The man’s face relaxed, a sharp breath withdrawn. Right before Nic let his weight lower again, pinning Val against the bed. He captured the priest’s mouth with his own, his tongue slipping out to tangle with the other man’s. Simultaneously, he started to withdraw, at first only an inch, before pressing himself back into the warmth of Val’s body. Another inch soon followed, and another, until he was simply jerking his hips, letting instinct take over as he fucked the smaller man into the blankets, swallowing all of the sweet moans and mewls he earned into the now rough and demanding kiss.

It wasn’t long before Val was trembling and starting to cry out sharply, again. Already sensitive, he found himself falling over the edge just that much more quickly than he had the first time. However, this time, he had a partner, as Nic similarly began to reach his peak. Their hips began to meet and part in a more frantic, haphazard manner, the slap of flesh coming faster and faster until suddenly it was gone. Replaced by the harmony of the hunter’s deep, guttural moan and the priest’s lilted, sudden cry. The pair both locked in place as they both spilled, Nic into Val, and Val into the already wet spot he’d formed in the blankets below. It was miraculous, how in-sync they became in the afterglow. Their chests rising and falling in tandem as they both panted, bodies going limp and floppy. Instinctually, Val felt around for his discarded robe, taking it in one hand and throwing it off the bed. Right into the face of the waiting Sceo. The wolf recoiling from where he’d been edging closer and closer, like all animals had a tendency to do.

The sound of claws scraping the floor broke the tension, as soft laughter fell from both the priest and the hunter’s mouths. The larger man finally forcing himself to roll off, flopping onto his back before he dragged Val close again. The priest burrowing his head into the soft fuzz along Nic’s chest.

               “Thank you, Val.”

               “Thank -you-, Nic.”

               “Mm. G’night.”

               “Every night with you is.”

[sixpenceee]

This is a blooming black lotus

[horizonwalkers]

EASY BREWIN’ AND FLAVOR

so there was this post going around about how in 5e flavor is your friend and i 100% agree. i wanted to add onto that theme by pointing out, that basic homebrew is a lot easier than you think! everyone can do it! here are some tips to start dipping your toes into the world of flavoring and homebrewin in 5e

disclaimer: this is not an actual guide for how to make homebrews! designing your own subclass/class/monster/spells/race tends to take more thought, effort, work, and originality. these are just some tips to add more originality to your character with the permission of your dm!

change the appearance. this is what most people think of when they’re flavoring things! the post linked above has good examples, but a well-known example i can think of as well is Caleb Widogast from Critical Role. His spell Cat’s Ire is just bigby’s hand, but renamed and reflavored in terms of appearance. Why can’t your Shield spell literally form a translucent shield of energy, just like your fighter’s shield? Or maybe it can just be orange, flame-like energy, melting an opposing spell attack away.  change the way magic items look! change the way spells appear! add a supernatural flair to your fighter by making their second wind literally reknit their flesh. change the way your wood elf looks! who says they can’t have skin like bark and green hair, no one!

change the element. L i T e r A L L Y what drives me crazy about d&d is that there are SO MANY fire spells and not a lot of spells for other elements. It’s so easy! to make an ice based wizard! by changing the flavor and/or damage types of spells! turn Fireball into Snowball. turn Fire Bolt into Icicle! Turn Burning Hands into a Souped Up Poison Spray! Shadowblade? Fuck that noise we’re giving her a Lightblade! (NOTE: In my personal opinion, changing damage types for spells isn’t that unbalanced and wouldn’t ruin gameplay, however, other dms may disagree with this flavor tip in particular)

change the mechanics. if you’ve turned Fireball into Iceball.. maybe instead of just doing a ton of damage, you choose to deal less cold damage but also half your opponents speed for their next turn if they fail their safe, lending to the cold nature. “Hey, why is that spell a Charisma save… that doesn’t make sense to me.” SWITCH IT TO WISDOM! OR INTELLIGENCE!

rename it. after all of these, you should get the idea. it’s okay to rename things if the name doesn’t make sense or if there isn’t a dude in your setting named Nystul. 

change spellcasting. this is another one of those that needs a disclaimer because i’m a bastard that takes a wrecking ball to spellcasting. but this is my hot take: you can take spells outside of your spell list if it fits your character, the plot, and the setting. now liza, doesn’t this destroy the point of expanded spell lists? maybe a bit, but i’d rather let my players have spells that MAKE sense for their character instead of being bound to spells that don’t fit their backstory and personality. also! if you think your Sorcerer seems more scholarly and probably did a great deal of research into honing their magic and is genuinely intelligent but you’ve had to pretty much dump intelligence in favor of your spellcasting modifier Charisma and constitution for concentration checks…. why don’t you just, make them an intelligence-based casting sorcerer. i’m going to just let that sink in. there is nothing inherently wrong with changing the spellcasting ability of your character if it fits their personality better. it will not change or break mechanics. all you need to do is change your save to it as well. MAKE that wizard that learned magic but sheer FORCE of WILL and CHUTZPAH. make that wise old bard, reluctantly trying to keep all these youngsters from running straight to their grave, singing songs about their adventures. MAKE that socially awkward paladin who isn’t charismatic, but sure does know a lot about smites! (NOTE: like i said this is another opinion other dms might murder me for but like, i’m putting it out there anyway.)

customize your background. do you ever make a character with a backstory that doesn’t completely mesh with one of the premade backgrounds? PICK AND CHOOSE. pick a feature from the entertainer background that fits your characters! pick the proficiencies of a Criminal if your character was a shady performer! there’s NOTHING stopping you from mixing and matching so long as you don’t exceed the limit of what is given with each background (proficiencies, feature, starter equipment, sometimes languages). 

tldr; there’s literally nothing stopping you if you’re not satisfied with how something meshes with your character or your setting. so long as you have a willing dm and work with preexisting functions and examples in dm, you can flavor and shift subclasses, racial traits, spells, etc, so easily to make it a more cohesive fit. 

if anyone else wants to add their own opinions feel free! just be respectful of other people :) 

[stimman3000]

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[static-behind-green-eyes]

That’s such a hauntingly beautiful sound.

[sewickedthread]

I need this right now

[veiled-shadows]

PUB CRAWL GAME

Pub 1

Huddles in a corner staring wide-eyed at the group and wonders how they got there in the first place | Sits off to the side, sipping something non-alcoholic and watches the antics | Cheerfully sits with the group and drinks their first round | Calls for a round of shots to get the party started | Hangs out near the center of things, telling stories and cracking jokes

Pub 2

Finds a new corner to huddle in, growing increasingly concerned as the drinks flow | Relents and orders a glass bottle of wine to nurse chug through the next ice age | Laughs and chats with the group, drinking the drinks and enjoying the camaraderie | Is off flirting and chatting someone (or a few someones) up | Has made friends with the pub’s musician and is on stage singing and/or dancing a jig

Pub 3

Has been kidnapped by a roving gang of pirates (ironically also on a pub crawl of their own) | On a third glass bottle of wine and starting to let flow all sorts of interesting self details | Has managed to spontaneously get half the bar to sing a drinking song | Has hooked up, proposed, and split up at least twice thus far and is working on their rebound third |Disappeared into a back alley with a shady looking character leaving assurances of picking something up to “liven things up a little” (AN: It’s a blowjob)

Pub 4

After being adopted as their impromptu mascot, is now being ferried around by the pirates on a makeshift palanquin as their “Pirate Queen” | Beyond wine drunk and keeps losing layers because it’s “too hot” | Is engaging in some cross group friendly rivalry in the ages old combination of booze and hurling sharp objects (or shoes) at a target (or has ended up in one or four bar fights)| Passed out in the gutter halfway to the fourth pub | Whether it is incendiaries or herding the entire crew onto an impromptu dragon flight, whatever surprise is planned will be memorable

tagged by @julesvalebright 

idk who to tag b.c i’ve been awol forever and idk who is still around, but if you see this and want an excuse to do it then we can say i tagged you

[croquettish]

Have you ever seen a twitter thread (or, in this case, two!) that so perfectly expressed everything you’d felt over months and months of persistent harassment? With all credit to @blackblobyellowcone, who is clearly amazing and completely gets it– not just why us women write and read the erotica that we do, but the history behind the censorship we, as a gender, have experienced. Bravo. 

[pr1nceshawn]

Bad Cats.

[cheetothecat]

OP, you fool. These are THE BEST CATS

[tooiconic]

Stanley is so chaotic I love him