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OUT. Sorry for my absence! I binged watches the Tudors, work has been crazy busy and I have to actually work this weekend and with the new pre patch I've been hella into wow. Hopefully this upcoming week I'll be able to snap back into replies and such c:
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OUT ; I apologise, I've been busy and in my spare time I’ve been sucked into the depths of The Tudors x.x Replies sometime this week!
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ he is neither gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. he has the holy fire of the gods within him. where he walks power unfolds, untaming beasts, cracking temples and unfettering hearts. people follow him like sheep, and become as lions. there is love in him enough to sunder nations. in the curve of his smile, in the ripple of the violence he does upon the old world, the universe comes together again. EXCLUSIVE ANAKIN SKYWALKER.
OUT ; I am sorry for inactivity! My boyfriend and his friends are setting up a Skyrim roleplay for the three of us so I’ve been working heavily on an OC for that, and playing it once more to get back into the world of it! Things will be rolling again soon.
the tudors: a summary
Brock O’Hurn behind the scenes of his photoshoot for Iron Man Magazine
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of course he would, of this jaina had no doubt ;; he would likely barge into most kingdoms if he knew that she was being held there. it was the way of the knight, bound by older rules and ancient conventions, but it made for gallant displays whenever arthas felt PROTECTIVE over her. it overwhelmed her, that someone should care for her as much as he did, but it was a welcome warmth that jaina was ill-equip to understand it.
confusion rained down upon her face at his observation, spurning her to lean forward at his behest and, once the flower was placed behind her ear, jaina was stuttered in her silence. there was this feeling within her breast, so uncontrollable that it nearly seemed impossible to deny and, in that moment, there was little else she could do than reach out for his hand and twine her fingers with his.
❛ you’re ridiculous, arthas. ❜
♛ ╳ — ❝ Would you have me any other way Jaina? ❞
& Kindness falls from the tone ; and what an odd overwhelming desire to kiss her as their hands became intertwined. Arthas begins to believe that all would be well if she would just stay by his side. A grounding sensation that may help piece him together as a man.
His heart beats quick, and Arthas closes more space between them, his tongue licking his lower lip. What he wouldn’t do for them to stay like this for the entirety of their lives. With a desire swarming from the pit of his stomach, a warmth that beats within his bones like a drum, Arthas opens his mouth moving in to make a request ;;
❝ May I kiss you? ❞
JAINA ;;
❛ how awkward for you. i’ve come to do none of it. ❜
she continued to step forward, either stubborn in self or BRAVE in her virtues ;; he was not arthas and the clear line of distinction was difficult to grasp chin was held high as she continued to meet him in the center of a menacing structure.
❛ consider this your official warning to cease your assaults, lich king. ❜
♛ ╳ — ❝ CEASE MY ASSAULTS? TELL ME, DO YOU SPEAK OF JUSTICE JAINA? ❞
& The rightful King presses onwards to an ONSLAUGHT, plate boots heavy stepping against the wastes of Northrend. A cold and ravaged heart laughs at the mage before him. What a descent into the abyss. Frostmourne purrs within his grasp as it hungers for another soul.
❝ YOUR JOURNEY WILL END SOON . I WILL BREAK YOU. ❞
EUANTHE ;;
Curiosity. It had been an intriguing thing — the exhilaration of discovery, the horror of realization. There were many things that curiosity brought and there were few who took the chance to feel as such. Euanthe, however, had not been the kind to step away from something that interested her. The earth writhed beneath her as she stepped before it, the pain of DEATH echoing through her hooves. It was not the normal feel of it, not its typical voice. The draenei walked cautiously as she gazed loosely upon the ground, listening. It were as though she waited for the Wind to tell her what had happened, but it hadn’t blew once. Such silence was beyond her comprehension. Earnestly, it had made her apprehensive. What she saw had not been normal, but she grew determined to find out why.
Embers scattered from the hoary staff placed upon her back. It made for an oddly pleasant back light, one that marked her location but only vaguely. The further out she stepped into the thicket, the worse the voice got. It twisted her once curious expression into disgust, and she continued to move until she found herself on some sort of crude pathway. It was not humanly carved, but it had been much more passable than forested area. Within moments she was out in what had presumably been the “open”. It was as open as it might get, at least. Her surroundings had been unsteady and she remained uneasy.
Such feeling was fueled only by the moment the sound of footsteps against dying soil. Euanthe snapped her vision in its general direction, her eyes settling on a handful of men she could only recognize as knights. But there had been warriors, too, within those men. And the one that stood before her, staring her down with a hand placed warily upon his sheath, would lead them. She heard little, knew little. But only the distrusting gazed upon someone with such a look. Her body unfurled itself from the half-crouched position she had stationed herself it, hands held still and out towards her sides. It was a submissive gesture, and she hadn’t moved at all beyond that.
❝Sir. — ❞ A commanding statement, but in a meek tone. ❝ I am aware of these wilds. I follow because the earth calls to me in pain. I apologize… but I cannot leave knowing nothing. I am very capable of handling myself. —— Do you, too, investigate this — this corruption?❞
♛ ╳ — ❝ Yes I do. My Kingdom is Lordaeron, which is very close to these parts.❞
Arthas soon departs from his steed to move closer down to her level. A quick lip orders his men to stay put, and that she seemed to be of no threat ; sometimes was he able to bring his mind to recognize those who are kind. At her word of corruption, his brows furrow together and a heavy sigh fills his lungs, Exhale. She was more than right on that, the lands here have become gray. A disheartening and dead color that now blights something he loves. And not that he would admit such a thing aloud, but it begins to wear him thin. Something, someone is calling and this plague feels like destiny.
His land, his very being, was dying.
The Prince nods as she informs him that she is well able to hold her own, perhaps she could be of use and become an ally to his people. At the current position, they could use all of the help they are able to get and she seems trustworthy enough ; the stress in her eyes because of the land is true enough evidence in such a fact. She cares. His eyes fall towards the ground for a second, before glancing up towards the sky ; there is pain in the notion, and for a second worry bleeds from his eyes. However, the Prince makes haste build back up a Kings demeanor, if he was to command, to lead, then he shall bring forth the confidence needed to sing in the hearts of his men. Footfalls press on and draw him closer to the Draenei, and Arthas speaks once more.
❝ Do you know what is happening here uh — ❞
There is a break in his speech as Arthas realizes they have yet to exchange formalities.
❝ … I’m sorry I don’t think we have made introductions. I am Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron, Knight of the Silver Hand. ❞
He keeps the title prince purgatoried on his tongue. For in the now, he was a Knight of the Silver Hand, his prince title will come second after that. A hand extends out in a gesture of greeting ; better to make a friend than an enemy.
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“I never thought I’d see the face of the man people would once scream in terror and call Lich King…”
♛ ╳ — ❝ I’m no longer that man. The Lich King never was human. The Lich King was left on the throne. ❞
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1. Castiel (Supernatural - Emmanuel!Cas, 2014!Cas, & Regular Cas) 2. Bela Talbot (Supernatural) 3. Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) 4. Steve Burnside (Resident Evil) 5. Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 6. Octavius (Night ath the Museum) 7. Ash (Supernatural) 8. Han Solo (Star Wars) 9. Bucky Barnes (Marvel [MCU] AU Bucky and Wintersoldier) 10. Phillip J. Fry (Futurama)
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1. Jill Valentine (Resident Evil) 2. James Sunderland (Silent Hill) 3. Moira Burton (Resident Evil) 4. Anna (Supernatural) 5. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) 6. Erik Lehnsherr (X-men [Movies]) 7. Vash the Stampede (Trigun) 8. Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun) 9. Yusuke Urameshi (Yuyu Hakusho) 10. Chrom (Fire Emblem)
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I painted this picture of King Arthur a couple of weeks ago, as I’d been reading La Mort D'Arthur by Thomas Mallory. Turns out, the pair of them are right scumbags. I wanted to paint King Arthur as a more ambiguous character, the crown hovering over his head in a sword of damocles way.
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Interior of St. Joseph’s Chapel, Glastonbury Abbey, Somerset, England. Early 19th century albumen print by Francis Frith.
