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love a character that's like. i survived (<- not a brag) (<- this is a curse that weighs on me every waking hour)

#indraste darktalon

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DAILY WRITING CHALLENGE 2024 IS BACK!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO USE THE ACTUAL WORD FOR THIS CHALLENGE, YOU MAY SIMPLY BASE YOUR STORY AROUND ONE OF THESE IDEAS!

Choose one or both words/IDEAS and write a story, drabble, poem, or anything else once a day, every day, for a week!

Tag @daily-writing-challenge so we can reblog your stories.

Write the number day/challenge somewhere on your story.

LIST CONTENT WARNINGS VISIBLY ABOVE STORY! (Use a ‘read more’ line if content gets too graphic.)

Tags that will be used: #februarydwc2024,  #februarydayX2024 (X=whatever number day you’re writing for), #yourtumblrurl

There will be no optional challenges for the weekly DWC’s, but please feel free to make up some of your own challenges!

The next writing challenge will be in MAY 2024 and last one week!

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Good luck and more importantly, HAVE FUN! Encourage your fellow writers and show them some love and support with likes/reblogs/comments!

We look forward to reading some amazing writing!

((Written word list below the cut))

Day 1 - February 18 Casualty, Flirt

Day 2 - February 19 Suppress, Pastel Day 3 - February 20 Bargain, Myth

Day 4 - February 21 Vengeance, Satisfaction Day 5 - February 22 Notorious, Altruistic Day 6 - February 23 Vanity, Feelings Day 7 - February 24 Rumor, Discovery

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Archer Arms Sylvanas Jerkass Tyrande Bar Brawler Jaina aka me repurposing old sketches.

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COMING SOON

For more information, please see our FAQ page —> HERE!

It’s our fourth challenge of the year! We’re looking forward to writing with you all again, learning more about your OCs and reading your stories!

See you with a word list soon!

#hmmmmm #last time I did it and didn't post #this time I should post

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Faerie Circle, Whispering forest

#Voronin Darktalon Household playdate footage

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A poster flutters in the air and hits you in the eye while you shout out numbers at the Trade District Auction House like a Dwarven stockbroker. You now have one eye and are destined to become an Ogre Lord. You are musty, your breath smells like feet, and your loot is terrible. TERRIBLE.

But never mind that stuff! Because @thecastcompany has your redemption: music.

Who will win? Blix on the left, who I don't know enough about to hype, or Velathra on the right, who I don't know enough to comment on. You decide! Or...the judges decide? I'm not sure how this works, but choices will be made and you NEED to be there to witness it!

Be there or be square!

Also, we love you. ❤️

Concert may not prevent transformation into an Ogre Lord. Consult a doctor if gladiatorial combat speaks to you.

#THAT'S MY WIFE

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🎵 PvME: A Trixany Concert 🎭

Coming Saturday, March 30 at 6pm WrA/PST! Location TBD

There are many beloved and hilarious Trixany songs, but a choice few in the vault are SO feral that they need their own stage! Join Trixany (and her alts) as we explore the life and times of the parody artist formerly -and currently- known as Trixany Cuomo!

Featuring all-new parodies and a few classics!!

To be followed by an afterparty & sing-a-long!

Get ready, TEAM TRIXANY 💪

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believe it or not some female characters don’t have to be mothers. some female characters shouldn’t be mothers. some female characters have a history of expressed disinterest in being mothers. some female characters would have to do a complete 180 in characterization in order to be mothers.

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Warcraft Elven Language Fonts (Free)

These fonts are part of my growing Warcraft Fonts collection. All of the fonts are free-use, meaning any one is welcome to download and use the font however they wish.

#ooc #reference

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DWC Day 5: Flame

read more about the daily writing challenge for this week here @daily-writing-challenge

word count: 1270 content warning: none summary: Blix and Indraste strike out against the assault in the Emerald Dream. They have some unpacking to do. mentions: @indraste-darktalon

Blix’s mismatched eyed roamed over the landscape before her, and her breath hitched in her throat as she squeezed Indraste’s hand a little tighter.

When she’d explained what was happening in the Dream – Fyrakk’s assault, the horrors unleashed, the threat it bore to Amirdrassil – Blix had said “say no more,” and immediately packed to go.

Now, standing in what should have been vast stretches of verdant greens and endless life, she was surrounded instead by embers and death – and the look on Indraste’s face broke her in a way she never knew possible.

“Wildflower,” she whispered. “Wildflower, we need to focus. We have to get the survivors out of here. We can repair the damage, soon, but right now, I need you here.”

She moved to pull Indraste along, but the druid was locked in place, stock-still, by memories of the past and the sight of the present all at once. Tears rolled silently down her face, and before Blix could speak again, the elf’s mouth opened in a soundless, mournful scream. Indraste collapsed to her knees, and dug her fingers into the Dream’s soil beneath her feet, as if clawing her way through the layers of soot and ash to something deeper inside. Blix was with her in a heartbeat, wrapping her arms around the druid and burying her face into Indy’s back.

“Wildflower, baby, shh. Shh, shh, I know. I know. We can fix this, but we need to move, I know it hurts, baby. Come on. Be angry. Be angry, let it out, let’s tear these bastards to shreds. Show them your rage. Come on. Up, up. I need you, Indy.”

She pulled Indraste to her feet as the grief washed through the kaldorei in waves, and Blix’s jaw set. She’d make the Druids of the Flame pay for this. This was personal, on so many levels it was insane, and it made Blix inconceivably angry.

What followed was a display of brutality – Blix and Indraste carved their way through the battlefield, Indy howling her rage and her grief as she clawed and bit and tore and blasted apart Primalist after Primalist, flame druid after flame druid, and Blix a ghost on her trail swiping daggers to any target that threatened her. Between the pair, the Primalist encampment hadn’t stood a chance, and before they knew it, Indraste was on the work of rescuing those who had survived.

When she did, her face was covered in soot, blood and sweat – Blix tried not to focus on the smell of burnt flesh, of blood and piss and shit and ash. It reminded her too much of Kingsland, when she couldn’t do enough to help. Where hundreds of innocents had died.

That was then. This was now, and right now? Indy needed her.

She helped Indraste carry survivors off the field, handing them off to druids and Priestesses of the Moon. The pair remained like that for hours, making trips to and from, her doing any work Indraste asked of her and making sure all threats stayed off their tail or died to the effort.

When they eventually returned to the central encampment, Indraste had promptly shifted to her bird form and roosted in a high branch. Blix would have a hard time getting there, and she took it as a silent sign to give her some space to process what had just happened.

The Emerald Dream was beautiful – everything Indy had promised and more. But, with the carnage that Fyrakk had wrought, Blix could also see it may as well have been as painful as Indraste witnessing the aftermath of Teldrassil a second time. So, after a long time, Blix made her way slowly to Indy’s location and settled herself wordlessly on the branch next to her wife, who didn’t spare so much as a glance in her direction.

Blix didn’t speak. She didn’t need to – right now, Indy needed to process, and if she truly didn’t want Blix there, she could just… leave. Blix’s ability to walk the Dream was nonexistent; Indraste had endless plains and valleys she could escape to within the limitless swathes. But, she didn’t. If anything, after an agonizing time, Indraste slowly shifted back into her elven form. She still balanced on the branch, dull-eyed and with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The kaldorei looked small, which was saying quite a bit considering her frame; it communicated to Blix just how poorly-off she was feeling in that moment.

Blix did the only thing she knew how. She pulled her hip flask from its place, offering it to her wife, and watched as Indy took it and proceeded to indulge herself in a few large gulps before handing it back.

“What are we supposed to do?” Indy whispered, her voice hoarse. “How are we supposed to counter this? This… was never supposed to happen.” The pain in her tone was unbearable, and it broke Blix’s heart. “The Emerald Dream was supposed to be impenetrable – to be safe.”

“We press on,” Blix answered simply. “We’re already on the verge of turning the tide; I have no doubt that with enough effort, we can end Fyrakk here, before he can do more damage. Merithra and Ysera – they have a plan. They have to, right? This is their realm. They know it better than anyone else.”

“Shadowflame,” Indraste spat, “will bring an irreversible scar to these lands – something never meant to be unleashed here, like a virus. It’s foreign. It’s wrong, and now, that and these flame druids walk the Dream as if it’s nothing.” The elf’s lower lip quivered, and Blix’s head tilted.

“There has to be a way to heal it,” Blix whispered. “It can’t just linger forever, right? Not here.”

“That question should never have needed to be answered. This – all of this – it’s all wrong. This was the one place I felt truly safe, Blix, and now it’s ruined. It’s taken from me, just like everything else. Just like everyone else that made me feel safe. That’s the way it goes, isn’t it?! Take everything from me? See how far I can push before I break?” Indy’s tone had raised as she spoke until she was yelling, feathers sprouting from her braid. “I can’t fucking take anymore! I thought – I thought I’d finally hit a point where I was done losing what I care about, but instead, this happens! Of all things – the Dream. The Dream. Can you even imagine what this feels like, Blix?”

Blix’s brows drew together, and she looked away. “No,” she answered softly. “I can’t. But… I do know I’ll be there for you, the entire time. You aren’t losing me. Not now, not ever, okay?” She looked back to Indy, her gaze pleading. “Please, see that. I’m not going anywhere. Never, ever. You’re my wife, and I love you, and I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Indraste sniffed, her eyes welling up, and she sighed as she leaned against Blix weakly. “I know, moonfire,” she said quietly. “I’m just so scared. I haven’t been this scared in years – and it’s bad enough, knowing you’ll live so much shorter of a life than I will. I always lose what I care about. I wasn’t ready for this.” Her voice broke halfway through the statement, and Blix responded by wrapping an arm around her wife and slowly running a hand up and down her side.

“I know, love,” Blix whispered. “I know.”

They sat like that, for a time – Indraste, mourning, and Blix, cursing the flame that had caused it.

#not my writing #Blix Voronin #indraste darktalon #blindy #Indy is going to come out of all this with a fear of fire #“STOP BURNING MY FUCKIN TREES”

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#ooc

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Looking for some casual RP in the Emerald Dream? Come hang out on Wednesday, November 15 from 6:00pm Pacific (WRA)/8:00pm Central (MG) to whenever!

This is a chill, neutral gathering.

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"i would die for you" this, "i'd walk through fire for you that"

what about "i'd live for you" romances? what about "i never thought i'd be worth the work it would take to piece myself together"?

what about "i don't believe i'm worth it, but for you i'll try"

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The Mediator (Indy)

Word Count: 600 Summary: Indy might need to work on her penmanship after this little debacle. (Based on a fun AH mistake that happened yesterday.)

featuring @blixvoronin!

Indy stood in the doorway to her home, taking deep breaths and pausing a conversation that had been going on for over half an hour in order to get her rising temper under control. She could feel feathers spreading up her forearms from her wrists and at the base of her skull, but she had her hands clasped together behind her back in an attempt to hide that fact. 

Another deep breath, in and out through her nose. She smiled, but she could feel that it was too wide, too toothy. She spoke anyway. “I will repeat, again, that I asked for 16 to 18 runed writhebark, not one thousand, six hundred and eighteen.”

The courier looked at the stack of crates on his wagon and then rubbed at his temples. “Look, my job isn’t processing orders. It’s delivering them. I was told to deliver these crates to this address, and to collect payment and transport fees.”

Indy stared at him for a moment. “...What do you possibly think I’m going to do with one thousand, six hundred and eighteen pieces of this shit?”

“Have a fel of a time hauling it all into the house?” The courier shrugged.

Indy growled and stood up straighter, and was about to take a step forward when she heard Blix walking up behind her. 

“Wildflower?” Blix asked, popping her head around Indy’s mid-back and eyeing the courier. “What’s taking so long out here?” 

Indy felt her hand pet up her back in subtle encouragement to keep her cool. So instead of giving in to her temper, she took another deep breath.

“Your friend here won’t accept her order,” the courier said.

Indy growled again, and Blix's face briefly went sour at the courier’s word choice. She moved fully next to Indy and put a hand around her waist, resting her head on Indy's side. A flicker of amusement cut the growl short, then encouraged Indy to turn her attention away from her current least favorite person in the world to focus on her most favorite person in the world. Breathe. Then, she explained the situation while Blix looked up at her and pet gently at her hip.

Blix’s eyes got progressively wider as Indy spoke, and by the end she was glancing between Indy, the courier, and the cart with an expression that looked increasingly like glee.

“...You think this is funny, don’t you,” Indy said through a sigh.

Her wife started laughing. The sound made all the anger she’d been holding back drain out of her, and Indy leaned hard against Blix in silent protest as she reached for her flask and had a sip.

“...Okay, you’re right. It’s kind of funny,” she admitted, laughing softly and capping her flask.

“It’s fucking hysterical,” Blix said, face deadpan. “But be nice. This poor guy’s just as stuck as you are.” 

“Yeah! You do realize that this is completely ruining my schedule, right? And probably pissing off other clients and my boss.”

Indy pushed her braid over her shoulder and studied the courier and the cart for almost a full minute, running through possible solutions in silence. 

“...Okay, I have an idea. I’ll take three crates myself to resell, and if you give me five minutes to contact a friend of mine, I think she would take the rest off both our hands.”

She felt Blix’s hand run up her back again, this time indicating silent approval.

“If my boss gets the money and I can get out of here soon, I’ll take it,” the courier relented.

“Give me one moment,” Indy replied, turning into the house and heading down the hall to their workroom so she could speak to Rethea in private. 

As she crossed through the door, she faintly heard Blix ask, “...Hey man, can I get you a drink?”

“Please,” the courier replied.

#Indraste Darktalon #blix and indy #things that don't belong on paper

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ok but what if blix had a dye job and a fucking BAT. i had a lot of fun w this one!

alt version w her grey hair beneath the cut <3

#“that's my wiiiife”-Indy #Blix Voronin

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Title: Get Off My Lawn !!! (Indy)

Word Count: 700 Summary: Indy doesn’t like sharing airspace. (guest starring @blixvoronin)

Indy looked up from her book, glowering at the roof as a loud thud and the roar of a drake interrupted her calm afternoon for what felt like the thousandth time. Her grumpy growl was muffled by the sound of the cottage door slamming open.

Blix burst in, face alight with excitement. Indy felt the too-common mix of adoration and worry that bloomed through her middle every time she saw that expression, which firmly settled on the latter when she registered what Blix was yelling.

“Wildflower! They’re doing the drake races here!” She gave Indy a quick squeeze around the waist and then darted for the bedroom, probably to change. “Where the fuck– is Mr. Scrungle in the stable?”

Indy scowled and rubbed at her temples. “I think he and Asraku went for a hunt. On an unrelated note, we might owe the neighbors a few sheep.”

Blix wilted, and then wandered back over to Indy, slow leaning into her front. “I want to go race.”

“You can when they get back. Somebody should enjoy this ruckus.”

Blix looked up at her. “Indy, you love flying. You and Asraku have been using forests as obstacle courses for months now. And if you’re not on her, you’re–” she gestured at all of Indy–”you.”

A few feathers fell from Indy’s braid as she frowned down at her wife. “It’s different here. I don’t like strangers on our private property.”

“They’re not on our property, though. Not unless they crash-land.”

“The air counts,” she retorted, well aware of how sullen she sounded.

Blix pulled back, laughing a little, and pulled a feather from her braid. “You’re defending our territory like a corvid. Are you going to fly out there and swoop at anybody who gets too close to our roof?”

“...I might,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around Blix and squeezing a little to soothe herself.

Her wife looked up at her, beaming. “Just don’t hate me when I go out there and break the sound barrier, okay?”

She made an offended noise. “It’s fine if you do it. You belong.”

Blix started to pull back, grin not getting any smaller. “O-kay. You’re grumpy, shedding, and being overly territorial. You’re hangry. Let me go make us something before you start swooping strangers.”

“I’m n–” Indy let go of her, going quiet, because she was. She was very hungry, but had been too distracted to notice. She silently planted a kiss on Blix’s hair, then went to sit back down in her chair before she incriminated herself further. “I can cook for us, you know,” she said in one faint, final protest.

“Celebratory barbecue. At the end of the tournament. I’ll need it after introducing the competition to the speed of Mach Fuck.” Blix pointed at her, then sauntered into the kitchen.

Another thump, another roar. Indy winced and rubbed at her ears. The cottage was supposed to be their quiet space. This? This was a nightmare.

Still, while Blix fixed them dinner, a plan started to form. Give in to the territoriality and help her wife? There were no downsides. 

****

In the days following the Voronin Darktalons’ race conversation, there started to be complaints at the courses in the Elwynn and Redridge areas. Many riders commented that there seemed to be a very angry, very pecky crow that kept swooping the people attempting the races. Delays, crashes, and forfeits were reported in much higher numbers at those races. 

Blix looked up from the news-sheet a few days later, eyeing Indy levelly over their coffees. “...What did you do while I was racing, love?”

Indy took a sip of her coffee and made a content sound. “I caused problems on purpose.”

“Did you sabotage the track?”

“You ran it fine, didn’t you?” Indy gave a content smile and settled back into her chair.

The air over the cottage was blissfully, blissfully silent.

#indraste darktalon #blix and indy #blindy #things that don't belong on paper

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#Asha Darktalon