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@warwaged-moved
WARWAGED. independent multimuse featuring muses from world of warcraft, league of legends, dragon age, final fantasy xiv, baldur’s gate 3 and a song of ice and fire. 18+, mutuals only and low activity. personal/fandom blogs please don’t reblog my posts!
RULES. CARRD. PROMPTS.
— as lovingly kept by mel ( 25, she/her, GMT -3 ).
there’s literally no posts except tag drops for now, and I’ll be queueing hcs and such on the next couple days, but for the most part the basics are all ready
so catch me at the new blog, same url if you want perhaps
reminder that this blog is now an archive!
there’s literally no posts except tag drops for now, and I’ll be queueing hcs and such on the next couple days, but for the most part the basics are all ready
so catch me at the new blog, same url if you want perhaps
idk why I’m gaining new followers today but hi hello
also hey besties I’m about to remake this blog
I'm sick so like even less active but
I'm so sad about how they're throwing away all the weight of alex's story and the dragons' sacrifice with the very concept of the new wow expac? To say jk now they can protect the world again ajdhsihdishd thanks I hate it
Also the mention to kal.ec investigating stuff related to sin.dragosa has me 🔪 bc I love her an unreasonable amount
might fuck around and give up on literature muses again bc kasjdfnsakdnf
Let’s play a game called ‘how horny can I make you in public before you snap?’
― charles bukowski, raw with love
6.1 spoilers bc I finished the msq today
vr.tra??? the most precious??? idc that’s not his real body, he’s adorable. little brother.
on that note, the line about dragons not being male or female in the sense mortals would define it??? so good. other games that are too busy sexualizing their dragons could never
we know next to nothing about her but I’m !!!! about azdaja. I love her already. big sister. possible void dragon. she. I can’t wait for us to have more so I immediately give in and add her to the muselist.
esti.nien was so good this patch. I adore him. I loved that they didn’t make him be deceived for real about money but see through the scheme and do along bc he wanted to help the boy who wanted to take care of his sister ok. the way he adopted that kid. and then how he went out of his way to encourage vr.tra to follow his heart and go after his sister. c’: I love him
raha my beloved. the only catboy for me. I’m so sad we didn’t really address the ‘we’ll go on an adventure’ promise.
but speaking of cats. the shtola content was really good? like, it was nice to finally have her around and open up and talk about herself and have embarrassing moments and you know. be less. idk if perfect is the word but yeah. I also thought it very interesting how she dealt with convincing montichaigne and fourchenault differently. maybe I’m reading too much into it? and I want to start by saying I don’t think she wasn’t being genuine, but even so, she chooses how to present her reasoning very differently for them both and it came across as a little manipulative to me. this is not criticism. it just stood out how with the first she was like to fulfill a promise to a friend and also find a way to traverse to all other worlds and solve all the mysteries I can bc I’m a scholar at heart and love to learn vs with fourche not saying any of that and being like to help a brother reunite with his long lost sister heavily emphasizing the idea of losing a loved one/reaching out for family. I do think she cares both for knowledge and to keep her promise to runar, as well as to reunite vr.tra and azdaja, it’s just the way she presented it to each of them that stood out for me. ANYWAYS I’ll stop analyzing the catgirl now
her interaction with than.cred was so good too, I loved it. I love thancr.ed in general. also uri.
I miss my children and the first thing I suggested when esti was like we should get some help was alphi and alisaie. my kids. I want them back. yes, I know they’ve been around like virtually all the time, I just miss them aksdjfnsjkdfn
please I love esti.nien and aym.eric sm wtf
she’s pretty ok. I love my wol.
big fan of platonic expressions of devotion actually. yeah we're best friends of course i'd find you and hang out with you in every universe.
I was thinking about minfilia and her dad was ala mhigan but also a spy for garlemald (I was a bit confused about this bc I didn't remember if he was spying the empire or for the empire but ishdishdishd) but anyway he worked for the empire before betraying them and leaving and I was thinking her mom may have been garlean 🤔
I think y’all should consider having your muses smooch minfilia
❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?
aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?
anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?
bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?
basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?
begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?
belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?
chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?
edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?
fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?
forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?
gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?
gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?
hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?
hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?
ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?
magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .
marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .
oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?
pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?
parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .
peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
@warwaged asked: “Haurchefant!” She had ever been content to see him, but this time the young Elezen’s joy is originated by a reason most uncommon: relief at seeing him awake. There is no attempt to conceal tears that blur blue eyes, soon running down her cheeks; Alisaie is too busy yelling at the still-recovering knight to be bothered by her display of emotion. “Don’t you dare ever to do this again, you hear?! Have you even thought of – of everyone you would be leaving behind? Of how we’d be if you —-” The interruption is part inability to say it, after fearing so viscerally for his life, part impossibility brought forth by sobbing that had only grown.
“Don’t do this to me ever again,” Though it is spoken nearly as a threat, the truth behind her words is that it is a plea; she can’t bear the thought of losing anyone, all the less to have another she loved so gone forever out of his own choice to lay down his life for others.
though he has only been awake for some few days, he has felt them stretch and crawl like the span of a lifetime ━ the weight of his brother’s tears, his father’s boundless relief and the warrior’s guilt nesting somewhere deep within his chest, grating at his skin along with the ill effects of his injury, the cold malice that seeps from his shoulder down his arm, each minute movement feeling like someone or something was digging its claws into the wound to tear it wider. the potions helped some, of course; but they did naught to diminish the utter baseness of those sensations, the way they sour his throat, sap his energy, shorten his patience to deal with naught more than the dread gnawing away at his innards.
the healers have not said aught more than saying his prospects at recovery are looking hopeful, but he knows there is something they are not yet saying; each visit from either them or his family adding new cracks to the facade of ease and forced cheer, wishing not to worry them any more than they already are ━ knowing he lacks the temerity to handle their fretting, the way they look at him setting his teeth on edge, despite the guilt curdling his stomach at the thoughts.
he wishes he knew how to say he’d prefer the solitude, for now, without hurting them even further.
‘tis not until alisaie’s visit, however, that he finds himself crumble; the joy and gratitude at seeing her hale quickly morphing to horrified contrition at the sight of her distress. he does not regret his actions, knows that what he did was the best thing to do in that moment, at that time ━ the choice between laying down his life or losing the life of his dearest friend, ishgard’s hope, a choice easily made; yet that knowledge does not make the young elezen’s tears or words any easier to bear.
“ alisaie, “ he breathes, wavering, his voice thick with unshed tears of his own. his gaze averts to his hands, the pillows at his back losing all sense of comfort as the muscles in his shoulders tighten and hitch up around his ears. what can he say to assuage her pain? what promises can he make she would not see for the lie they are? this has ever been his duty, to serve, to protect, to lay down his life to build a path for a better future, even if that future does not hold him in it. of course he’d known that in doing so he would come to hurt those that cared for him, those he would be leaving behind. but ‘twas not a thought he’d allowed himself to linger on.
and mayhap another truth is he’d not imagined himself to be that important; nor that he had come to mean so much to her to warrant such visceral fear. it lodges in his throat, heavy and humbling, his heart twisting in his chest, pulling his expression taut with grief. “ i apologize for causing you pain, “ he finally settles on, tone raw and honest. “ ‘twas never my wish to make you believe i do not deeply cherish your regard and your faith in me ━ “ no, their bond has become one of the highlights of the past turn of the heavens, her friendship a boon he’d never imagined having; so much like a sister had she become. he loves her, he truly does. yet it would not stop him from making that selfsame choice, if it comes to it. “ i merely did what i deigned right. had we lost the warrior of light ━ ,“ he sighs, shakes his head slowly and finally raises his eyes to hers, wet and shining. he lifts his unwounded arm, hand held out. an entreaty. “ come here? “
Somewhere within her heart, she understood there was no other possible choice, not for one like him -- not for one who placed such value in serving and protecting. A knight, with all that being so entailed. Any anger in her tone lacks bite, void of true resent; her words belie concern, the deep fear of losing a loved one ( and, indeed, the inability to accept one’s choice to lay down his life, understand the reasoning as she might ).
Of course he did what he believed right. Of course losing the Warrior of Light would not have been a better prospect. ‘Tis not logic alone that allows her to understand; it was certainty she, too, would put herself in harm’s way should it mean safety for another, that his willingness to act for others had been one of the many things to make the young elezen admire him so ( And had she not grown to admire him so very deeply, despite the fairly short amount of time they had known each other for? Haurchefant was strong and loyal and capable, a protector and one ready to act when the situation called for it. All things she, too, aspired to be. ).
That there was more at stake than one life alone did not change how precious individuals were, however; that was something she had never been able to believe, no matter how dire the circumstances. Once, she had lost a loved one who traded his life for the survival of the realm; and, in part, she could affirm she understood what spurred him to action -- but a thousand thousand lives saved would not have made that single loss easier to bear. Nothing would make it easier; not even acknowledging the necessity of the act or the good his sacrifice had brought. Contradicting as the idea may seem to be, Alisaie cannot quite let go of the feeling. Yes, she would not have wanted the Warrior of Light to be lost, either, but that did not mean Haurchefant himself was disposable.
" Your life is also important, you fool, ” He is sincere in his words, pained as they are; this much is obvious. So is she in her reply, chastising only in their rough surface. It does not escape her that there is no promise to act differently, but Alisaie does not press it. Worse to have it said from one who did not mean it, and the grief in his face softens her expression. Gaze meets his, lips pressed in an almost pout. Despite that, she acquiesces to his request nigh without thought, stepping closer to his bedside, hand taking the one offered to her.
“ I know you did what you thought was right, ” She conceded. “ No one should expect any less -- even were it not the Warrior of Light you fought beside, I doubt you would not have placed yourself in harm’s way for a comrade. ” ‘Twas not about it being the noble or even the right thing to do; more so, that at times it would be the only thing to do. Alisaie knew that; knew she would have gladly switched places with those lost to her if it meant they would be hale and whole. The almost-loss weighs on her still, specially seeing him so debilitated. Concerned as she is for his condition, that does not make her words more delicate, nor does it lead her to offer pitying looks or attempts to coddle; perhaps she ought to be gentler with one who had already been through so much, yet it is hardly her nature to display this sort of sensitive demeanor.
“ Yet no matter how understandable your drive to protect may be, that does not change your value,” The weight his loss would have, though she cannot say it, the fear still much too palpable for her to face it. “ Next time, find a way to have you both return safely, you hear? ” A childish demand, but she minds it not that it may be childish or even illogical; Alisaie would have no less, as the scolding tone of her words makes obvious. There is no doubt in her heart there will be a next time, even as Haurchefant convalesces; he will recover, and he will continue to fight beside others --- and when he does, she would have him be more careful with himself.
fallenshepherd // AZEM.
There was no need to explain just how dangerous a newborn vampire could be, especially one driven to a frenzy by their hunger. Any semblance of rationality gone, only the desire to sate at any cost. Azem was feeling what could very well be the beginnings of such a thing, they knew it. Or, at least, the most rational part of themselves knew it. And they were definitely trying their best not to think coldly of the sheer destruction a third generation vampire could cause. Most of the dangerous ones they’d heard of or encountered were fifth or sixth generation, and the ferals tended to be seventh or eighth.
Assessing it coldly, Azem would be nothing to scoff at, if they survived for long enough to learn to control themselves. Emet-Selch had just procured himself an already trained weapon.
A choked sound left Azem’s throat, and it took a moment for even Azem themself to recognize it as laughter, as they listened to Hythlodaeus and found themself hating the truth in his words. The laughter died easily, turned into a growl, but Azem looked away. The instinct to harm was too loud, and the combination of hunger, pain and the disdain for all vampiric life that so many years as a hunter had brought upon Azem meant that they were all but calm.
They wanted to be reasonable. Hythlodaeus sounded so reasonable. They almost wanted to claw that smile out of their face. They wouldn’t, of course, and yet… had they been this volatile, while they’d been human, they wondered? They were rather certain they hadn’t. It terrified them.
Slowly they breathed, then looked up at Hythlodaeus. At his hand. At his offer. A second went by, then another. They closed their eyes, considered it. Truly considered it.
“Do you have,” they began, their gaze now set on him again, “humans that are willing, or we will have to… hunt someone down?”
They were starting to realize their options were limited there, but they were trying to cling on to some hope.
His calm does not falter, be it in face of the other’s choked laughter, bitter as it is, or growl, a true threat barely concealed in it. Hythlodaeus sympathizes, yet he does not fear; avoid conflict as he would prefer, the best thing to do would be to allow the other to go through their feelings instead of hopelessly trying to suppress them; he knew what to expect when he set off to find the newborn vampire -- a bit of a threat would not be enough to cause any tension.
Even the smile remains in place, lavender eyes patient as they watch the other. That Azem takes the time to consider, thoughtful gaze upon his extended hand, is already a victory in itself; it would have been easy enough for the other to feel threatened by the approach, careful as he may have tried to be, or purely to react violently to one who plainly admitted ties to the one who turned them unwillingly.
The question was not one he believed the other would like his answer to, yet he had offered them the entire truth; withdrawing his hand, Hythlodaeus lowers himself closer to the eye-level of the new vampire. “For future occasions, I am certain that can be arranged,” His voice keeps the same pleasant tone, warm and polite even in choice of words that already spell out a refusal. Though he himself did not take lives lightly, neither did he bother with such arrangements, overly bureaucratic as they tend to be; heartless, perhaps, to the eyes of mortals, yet he did his best to inflict as little damage as possible (and what was a little bit of blood to those whose hearts still beat?). “Yet that usually demands time and resources. Willing humans more often than not are interested in payment of some sort -- unless, of course, you have someone who may be willing...?”
Family, close friends, lovers... he himself would have willingly given his blood to Hades, before being turned; ‘twas not senseless to think Azem may have someone who would. Even so, self control in the first few times they were to feed was bound to be flimsy. And, being a former hunter, the other was unlike to wish to be seen as anything akin the so called monsters they used to hunt. “Even should that be the case, I strongly suggest we stick to more... traditional hunting, at least until you have a better grasp of your new existence. It will be faster, for one, and end the torment you are currently inflicting upon himself soon enough, also allowing for a better plan to be formulated for the future -- and it will save you the distress of possibly losing control in front of someone dear to you.”
“--- I am certain you will be able to see them again later on,” He adds; though lacking details, he knows the hunter to have been part of a most prominent group, and it seems safe enough a bet that they had friends amongst their colleagues. That their friends are possibly hunters, however, only makes Hythlodaeus more sympathetic to the other (’tis bound to be painful, even considering the rejection that may stem from that). “If that is your wish, of course. Yet we really ought to get started on sating that hunger, my new friend, lest it starts to control you instead of the other way around.”
