wolfblood & peaceblooms

"my, my, child," said the hunter to the wolf, "What large teeth you have." "All the better to Kill you with," the girl snarled back. __________ An indie Tess Greymane from Blizzard Entertainment's World of Warcraft. As written by Sea. Private && selective low activity due to honours study! Please read my rules prior to interaction, thank you!

[gilneans-a]

                                  you don’t know me ; coming to take your crown                                                            BOW DOWN.

[gilneans-a]

                                                   WOLFBLOOD / ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉᵇᶫᵒᵒᵐ

[wclfbrood-archive]

        Me: goes on hiatus because of a lack of Alliance-affliated blogs.         BFA: happens.         Me: HI, GUESS I’M BACK.

        I won’t be using this account, however; as it’s incredibly messy and I want to re-do it. I’ll update asap!

[wclfbrood-archive]

Hey, so, I’m putting this blog on a indefinite hiatus due to the fact I’m really just struggling to write for the Warcraft fandom as of late. Feel free to follow me over @oflightsgrace if you’re interested in the FFXIV or @hawkshct if you’re interested in League of Legends. Otherwise I’ll see you on the flip side!

[schvdenfrevde-blog]

PSA ;; Please never expect me to respond quickly to anything ever.  Whether or not it’s a thread, it’s an ask, it’s a meme — whether or not I responded quickly the time before — whether or not I’m online — etc, etc, etc.  I promise I’m not ignoring you, I promise I’m doing my best.  I have tons of responsibilities not related to Tumblr, && I also need to eat && sleep && sometimes I’m just not emotionally game.  It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s not because I don’t want to do the thing, it’s because I’m human.  Thank you!

[dominaxregem]

″🇩​🇴​🇳​’🇹​ 🇹​🇪​🇱​🇱​ 🇲​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇩​🇴​﹗

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[meanwhilepoetry]

Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.

Nikita Gill, For The Red Riding Hood Who Was The Wolf (via frostborn)

[templeofuldum-blog]

The Blackwald, Ruins of Gilneas

[wclfbrood-archive]

void-arrows:

|| @wclfbrood ||

Ardayn looked at the woman and bowed his head. She was royalty, displaced, but a princess nonetheless. “Your Highness, I am Ardayn Sunstrike. And you could consider me a companion.” 

He smiled as pleasantly as he could, acutely aware of how more traditional Alliance members views the Void Elves.

         VOID or not meant seldom little to the woman who had broken bread with orcs and laughed with trolls; caring not for the lines of Horde and Alliance that defined them both. Unlike her father, whose hatreds of alien races drove him to acts of equal savagery, Tess found no joy in the ferocity that was the stereotypical worgen and detested that it defined them. Still, with a kind of wry laugh, she attempted to relax her jaw and quell the taste of blood; keeping to that sort of teasing play that was typical of her people as opposed to outward hostility. He was not at fault for the actions of others -- she would do well to remember.

         ❝If you are my companion, than I would prefer you call me Tess,❞ she replied, ❝Your Highness is woefully formal, especially when I lack the land to rule. Mayhap we can take a moment to become acquainted, especially since I feel we will be seeing a lot of each other.❞

[wclfbrood-archive]

         Hey there! Do you like princesses? Do you like bad-ass rogue princesses who kick butt? Do you like bad-ass rogue princesses who kick butt with barely any lore because Blizzard went ‘lmao, who is this character - we forgot’? You do? Well, don’t I have a deal for you! Please like/reblog this if you would be interested in interacting with an indie Tess Greymane, Princess of Gilneas, from World of Warcraft! You won’t be disappointed! (unless Blizzard finally remembers their lore -- RIP.)

                                                                                                     #supportmybrand

[wclfbrood-archive]

kiyastrasza:

“My dear, it’s called illusion. You’d be surprised at how much I can learn when I have someone, man or woman in my clutches. You think I have this mortal guise just for funsies?”

Kiya was used to such things, being a performer and carrying with that the weight of her fame and notoriety. This would not have been the first time she’s used that along with a little Draconic magic to get what she wants.

“I also happen to know the target is a fan of mine and that makes them a lot easier for me to bespell then get the needed information…”

She finished applying the last touches of her makeup before regarding her handiwork in the mirror. “This world may appear all glitz and glamour on the outside… but sometimes one must use the tools they can grasp to get the job done…”

        ❝Is that a trick question?❞ Tess asked. Because, if it were up to her, she would have loved the option to change her appearance at will; free of the restrains of potion or magic, and knowing that the shift brought with it something that was appealing to her -- desirable even, though it was not her intent to charm anyone past a sliver of information.

        That was the problem with being noble -- with being royalty. It did not become about one’s appearance or personality ( though she leaned more towards the second ) but of power, and what people believed that they could get from her. Shoved into the pompous parade of the Gilnean gentry, Tess had spent the latter part of her teenage years smiling for little lordlings and tailing her brother as they carefully navigated the hierarchy and their father’s expectations; knowing full well the choice would never truly be hers, even if she wanted it. Even now, with the ascension of a new king and talks of the Wyrnn line, she could still be pulled back into that place -- forced into matrimony with the king under her father’s ploy for unification.

        Tess pushed it out of her mind, wincing as her hand dropped away from her head and with it pulled harshly at a curl she had been fidgeting with. Now was not the time to be dwelling on such matters; not when her time better befitted the exploitation of others for their gains. ❝I’d do it for fun. Though, that being said, there’s something continually bemusing that comes from people realising who I am.❞ Her lips curled into a wicked smile; eyes darting to her reflection in the mirror for just a moment. ❝Are you sure I don’t look ridiculous? I feel like a tacky Darkmoon performer trying to lure people behind the tents.❞

[thuashdore]

        the  paladin  would  by  lying  if  she  dared  to  say  she  could  find  safety  upon  the  Broken  Shores,  but  nonetheless  she  had  to  try.  though  Dalaran  had  since  become  a  safe  haven  (  and  indeed,  the  people’s  major  meeting  point  )  since  the  Legion’s  onslaught,  Beau  continued  to  feel  a  tinge  of  discomfort  within  its  walls,  and  thus  only  stayed  there  for  as  long  as  she  needed  to.

        with  each  nightfall  she  returned  to  her  tried  and  tested  method:  a  well-hidden  nook,  close  enough  to  the  action  but  far  away  enough  to  guarantee  a  moment’s  respite,  where  she  could  set  up  a  humble  campsite.  the  fire  was  low  so  as  not  to  draw  attention,  but  hot  enough  to  ensure  she  could  cook  herself  a  good  and  hearty  meal  –  even  if  it  took  a  little  longer  to  create.

        with  that  extra  time  to  herself,  however,  the  halfling  was  able  to  hone  in  on  her  surroundings  and  properly  scout  the  area.  quiet,  mostly,  though  she  took  note  of  a  figure  in  the  distance,  cloaking  themselves  within  the  shadows  of  the  night.  a  quick  glance  to  her  shield  showed  no  indication  of  a  hidden  demonic  threat,  thus  Beau  was  more  than  happy  with  hailing  the  other  with  a  quiet  wave,  and  a  quiet  word:

        ❝  you’re  welcome  to  join  me  here,  traveler.  the  night  is  falling  upon  us;  it  may  not  be  wise  to  travel  until  the  morning.  ❞

@wclfbrood  //  sc.

[wclfbrood-archive]

         The light was discreet enough to avoid the presence of demons, but not so dim that its warmth could not be felt by creatures whose preferences lay beneath the dark. With the hood of her cloak drawn tight over her head, Tess navigated the twisted labyrinth of fel-stained trees; keeping away from the eerie light that cast itself from rivers of green that pulsed like mortal veins. Like a cat, the princess was silent in her motions -- low to the earth, eyes darting among the brush -- and it was only upon realising that her quarry no foe that she allowed herself to be seen; creeping past the underbrush where the glow of firelight caught on the boiled leather and heavy cloak to reveal more than a silhouette looming like a ghost in the Gilnean graveyards.

         ❝It’s remarkable to see another friendly face out in this hell,❞ she greeted, lips twisting into a wry smile beneath her hood as eyes searched the other with hidden interest. She was curious, Tess noted -- a half-elf instead of full -- and that heritage afforded her the ease of common as opposed to the harshness of orcish that was barely privy too; much less confident enough to speak. ❝I apologise for my skulking -- you can never be too careful. I should very much like to partake in your company. I have some bread to share, if nothing else.❞

         With another silent step taken against the deadened earth, Tess reached a hand and tugged free the hood that veiled her face, revealing human features with dark eyes and wild hair pulled back into a tight pony-tail. To say the other might know of her was debatable -- it was not as if Genn’s lineage was unknown, even if Liam was more prominent -- but even among the Uncrowned there were some who saw her as but a woman; a comrade. She much preferred it that way. Wolves did better among the pack than to quarrel over leadership.

          ❝What brings you to this part of the world?❞ Tess asked, eyes shifting momentarily to the shield resting near the fire; its light bouncing of the steel.  ❝Let me guess -- the Silver Hand?❞

[yaangchens]

types of kisses 

i. slow and drawn out kisses. where neither wants to let go. warm and passionate.

ii. goodbye kisses. the realisation and the look in the other’s eyes of letting go. tears running down cheeks and hands ghosting on cheeks.

iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours.

iv. spirit kisses. light and feathery over the face. small and quick. running out the door after.

v. sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.

vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there. 

vii. nose kisses. a small peck. kind and sweet. an adoring look for the other in their eyes.

viii. frustrated kisses. knowing that one has to go. enveloping their arms around the other and holding foreheads together.

[hawkshct]

Who has two thumbs and came down with a cold? GESTURES TO HERSELF. I’m going to TRY and get drafts done tomorrow but I am a wreck whenever I get sick and I honestly might just try and sleep as much as my body will allow in the hopes that’ll knock whatever I’ve got out of my body. Because it’s not enough to be incapacitating – but it’s enough to be annoying, and that’s enough for me.

[musesgonnamuse]

PSA;; RE: Mutuals Only

if someone says their blog is mutuals only or they’re doing something like a starter call and say “like this for a starter (mutuals only)” they literally mean mutuals only. it’s doesn’t mean “non mutuals like this post anyway and I might make you a mutual” – it means mutuals only. 

when a non-mutual likes something that says mutuals only it can be really annoying/disrespectful for the mun to have to deal with and it will probably make that mun want to consider being in a mutual following with you even LESS. it will make the mun feel like their rules are not being listened to and that they are not being listened to.

 and it’s very easy to check if you are in mutuals with a person – just go and see if they are following you and before you try to interact with someone who is mutuals only. it only takes a minute or two and will save both you and the other mun from an awkward situation.

tl;dr if someone says mutuals only they mean it so respect that

[behindfairytales]

lady lola in every episode - s01e18 - no exit 

[wclfbrood-archive]

@void-arrows liked for a starter!

        There was a groove on the inside of Tess’ cheek that began to taste like RUST -- evidence of her annoyance as the princess kept her stance prim and proper with eyes set forward and hands linked loosely at her front, despite her teeth dragging across her inner cheek. “I did not expect a bodyguard,” she began; voice plain, but the twitch of her lip unmistakable. “Is it that you are to guard me or am I to guard you?”