A work in progress featuring my character's lives, trials, and some history. All follows come from this blog. My others are @ashraenv, @jinxandjingles (a wip), and @keddieadzior
I was just thinking about how adorable it is that humans write au fanfiction. Like: Wow I love these two characters and their relationship so much so;
Let them fall in love as mermaids, as spies, as pirates and vampires, in space, in medieval times, in a zombie apocalypse, as hockey players and figure skaters, at a flower shop or coffee shop, the list could go on forever
I like to think of fanfiction collectively as a multiverse where all of these stories happen and they fall in love over and over again in many different lifetimes because Iām a sap like that
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Rustberg village has been abuzz with the sounds of construction, and our local carpenters, timber workers, and designers have been a huge boon to our little walk of life to complete a project weāve long since awaited to unveil. Among the ridge of the village our residents are able to see the now completed market stalls, each one awaiting for their upcoming sellers; plenty of room upon them for wares of all sorts to be displayed and sold.
As the weather warms and the sun rises over Tol Barad weāre beyond excited to have finished construction and sought out local sellers awaiting for their debut. As the last coats of paint and polish are added, we can confirm that our new market will be on full display on Sunday, April 25th!Ā
Keep an eye out this week as we follow up with more information, words from our coordinators, and sneak-peeks at what items are going to be sold by our array of talented craftsmen, farmers, chefs, and many more!Ā
Iām going to be doing the above style art for $25.
I need to save some money for my upcoming therapy sessions and food in between. If youāre interested, please reach out and Iāll get info to you! <3 Contact form is on the webpage below or hit me up in DMs.
www.JeminiArts.com for my KoFi. Every little bit helps guys.
That morning Celestiae woke with back pain, feeling like her child had spent the better part of the night jumping up and down on her spine. No matter how she tried to roll over and get comfortable but nothing worked, prompting her to get up and start her day..... Alone.
Just as she did everyday since the madness in the sky ripped open reality and again took her family from her.
For two long years she hadn't heard a word nor found a hair of her husband. She'd wrestled with the possibility he'd.... Abandoned her. Fears she'd tearfully confessed when he did return. Promises to never again subject her to that torment were delivered and all forgiven.
Yet here she was again without her family.
A sharp kick from her babe startled her, her grip on the teacup loosening to fall catastrophically to the floor. Shards went every which way, Tea splayed her feet, and wetness.... spilled down her thighs.
Cel stood there like a dunce trying to understand how she managed to spill her tea that spectacularly when she realized the warm fluid was still dripping.
All at once it hit her that her water had broken.
Her water had broken, her child was thoroughly done with his crock pot home, and everyone she knew on the island where they'd made their home was gone. Gone because she'd asked them to bring back her wayward husband.
Stupid.
She debated making the trek to Rustberg to find help, but doubted she could make it. Only thing worse then given birth alone was being alone in the elements on an island known for lawlessness and dangerous creatures.
Azryl had gone over some what to expect with her, prompting her to try and gather what was needed. Yet seemed that time had slowed and with it her. Hours passing in blinks of an eye as she gathered towels in the living room before the warm fire where she could move as needed.
Was it her nerves that made it so? Her fears? Long long ago her mother had been pregnant when she died, never able to bring Celestiae's sibling into the world. She wished desperately that right then, her mother could be with her, hold her hand, tell her everything was alright and normal.
What if something went wrong? What if she lost her baby? All she ever wanted was a family of her own. To have that feeling of home since hers was ripped from her.
'Where are you Ralandis? We were supposed to do this together.'
He was reliving a nightmare.
Day after day being spent in this new land, forever trying to find his way back home only to be told that there was none, or that there was no one to help him. Ralandis had started to give up at some point. So surreal was the feeling of being tossed back to those two years heād spent by himself and something in him started to shut down. It was no longer about getting home, but about survival.
Months he spent on the other side of the veil... Pulling every Farstrider trick he could remember to keep himself going. Unfortunately, one of those being the removal of once painstakingly kept silver strands. This was his lot in life now. To be alone and fail those he cared the most about. His family, Azryl, Celestiae... the baby. His chest ached more often than it didnāt and his dreams were of nothing other than being home, surrounded by the people he loved.
So when his cousin and his massive lover of all people actually showed up... Well. Ashraen did get to have a bit of fun knocking a little sense in the Peacock Lord who was well known for his downward spirals. You could ask him what happened, but the truth of the matter was... Ralandis didnāt remember. Not because of injury, but because everything was an unbelievable blur. Rather than be left to die... Heād been sought out. Found. Again.
Was he truly so important?
There would be time later to muse on such things as the portal theyād been given spit them out on a familiar muddy road to the frigid air of a miserable island in the middle of the ocean. Home. Yet... The sounds of chirping animals reached his ears and he frowned, looking at the pair before taking off in a sprint toward the little place theyād carved out for themselves.
"Ralandis wait!" Az called though it did little good as the ranger took off. He could only huff, having spent the better part of a month tracking him just to loose sight of him now.
"Do you need a minute?" He asked Ash, who was his signature green after the trip through the portal. Waiting for Ash's thumbs up he'd be alright heaving up his guts, the medic took after their ward.
He'd rounded the sandy trail, leading to the Adzior cottage barely keeping the faster ranger in sight. He saw the spotted silver cat bound from the door to its master, it's chittering yowls almost an admonishment to them for being so late, before running for the door to lead them in. Whatever fire Rals felt his companions did too.
Then Azryl heard the shrill primal screams.
The medic put two and two together, joining Rals now in haste as they burst through the door of the cottage.
Cel lay half on the floor, using the chair for both pillow and support both. By the look of her sweat soaked skin and clinging hair she'd been laboring alone for quite some time and looked the epitomy of worn out.
She barely seemed to notice their arrival despite the clamour till they physically reached her. The snow leopard butted up against her back, swiping its head along a hip with a deep purr.
Rals went one way around he went the other dropping his medic pack beside the woman.
"Cel? Can you hear me? When did your labor start."
The exhausted woman barely lifted her head, blinked at the sight of them, before tears flooded eyes and she reached for them both.
"You're here? You're really here?" When her hand met her husband's firm chest she sobbed, the dam of intense emotion breaking. The tidal wave was too strong for even the composed and aloof priestess to hide.
"Cel I'm just gonna check how far along you are alright? Rals help her sit up more hold-"
Her face pinched, eyes screwing shut as a contraction tore through her and try as she might to fight it, she shreaked.
"Oh gods it hurts!" She gasped, sure she'd probably crushed some of the ranger's chainmail in her grasp before sagging into his arms.
"I'm just so tired.... I don't know how much longer I can do this."
Azzy did his exam as quick as he could, pouring the antiseptic from his bag over his hands.
"Ok Cel you've done most of the work, you're almost their. I just need you to push as hard as you can when you get a contraction. Everything you got. Ralandis, switch me places."
Ralandis wasnāt even paying one iota of attention to his cousin as they shoved their way through the door and he hit his knees the moment he was near his wife. His hands cupped her face, smoothing sweat soaked hair back, and he felt his own tears stream down his face.
Heād made it. Heād promised heād be here for her and heād made it.
The next few minutes seemed like an utter eternity and thankfully, he had the wherewithal to keep his fingers from her grasp. Perhaps it was the white knuckled grip upon the chair or even the way she clutched the mail of his armor, nearly yanking him onto the floor. Soothing words were murmured as best he could and he very much worried that any attempt in conversation would lead to ugly sobbing for everyone... or getting something thrown at his head. Really it was a toss up.
Heād just settled into getting Celestiae comfortable when Azryl demanded he switch places.Ā āWhat? Why?ā
It didnāt occur to him that the time was that near... That it was his turn to do his part for the life theyād both worked so hard for. The look he received said it all. For as much as Azryl never liked the Lord and Lady of the House, the redhead sure had picked up that scathing look flawlessly. Ralandis swallowed thickly, exhaled, stripped of his upper armor, and took up his place.
āAlright... Just one more time, dove. One more time. We are almost done.ā
Her screams were heart wrenching and the Lord worried heād somehow injured her when a weight pressed to his palms. For Rals... time slowed. His eyes were drawn toward the child as he instinctively pulled the baby toward his chest. Mess didnāt matter and all surrounding sound was muffled as he did as he had been instructed to get the child breathing. His breath was hitched in his throat until that first cry sang out from tiny lungs and then... Then the ugly tears happened.
Theyād done it.
New life now breathed in this world despite all the odds against him.
"Congratulations," she heard Azryl say. "You have a healthy son. All the fingers and toes." The medic held out his hands for the child, a soft towel draped over them for cleaning. Though it took some coaxing for his cousin to relent.
"Just a quick wrap and then minn'da gets to meet her baby." He soothed, voice low as he jerked his head slightly to remind the new father. After all she kinda did all the work.
Azryl accepted the small squawking bundle carefully but with practiced ease, loosely swaddling the babe in cloth where it would warmer before laying the tiny elfling on his mother's chest.
Cel for all the long moments dreaming of this moment was at a complete loss of what do or say in that moment besides check for herself that her little son was whole and hale and completely fall to pieces over him. He was just as handsome as his father, already seeing much of Rals in those features.
"Have you two settled on a name?"
"Kyrenik. We thought we'd call him Kyr for short." As if already knowing that was his name the boys tiny hand grasped at mother's warm with a surprising strong grip.
The snow leopard nearly shoved Az off his feet, as he attended to the tying off the cord, squeezing in to snuff at the tiny mewling 'kitten.' Rals would have a hard time himself getting the feline out of the way so he could settle with his family in the makeshift nest on the floor.
"We did it Belore'no. He's so beautiful, he looks like you." She sniffed rubbing a hand over his tiny back.
"I was so afraid... That something would happen. That you wouldn't be here." She tried to continue but words failed her as the emotions flooded over again, relief, love.... Today surely she'd get a pass for being 'rediculous.'
"Why don't we get her up and in bed to rest?" Az suggested, gently taking Kyr as Rals lifted the woman. Only then did she seem to notice the change.
"Your hair...." She mused tiredly, running fingers through the short chopped strands. "It looks good on you."
Az pulled in the basinet, Kyr tucked in the crook of his arm, now freshly bathed. Placing both on Cel side of the bed. Despite being fresh the world he seemed just as tired as his mother but made fussy noises once down until his father gave him a finger to grasp onto.
"See," Cels violet eyes barely seemed to have the strength to remain open. "And you worried you wouldn't be a good father."
The snow leopard jumped on the bed, padding over to curl around mother like a warm blanket, it's fuzzy head on her stomach. Lulled by the purring and her husband's stoking hand both mother and child slipped into dreams.
That morning Celestiae woke with back pain, feeling like her child had spent the better part of the night jumping up and down on her spine. No matter how she tried to roll over and get comfortable but nothing worked, prompting her to get up and start her day..... Alone.
Just as she did everyday since the madness in the sky ripped open reality and again took her family from her.
For two long years she hadn't heard a word nor found a hair of her husband. She'd wrestled with the possibility he'd.... Abandoned her. Fears she'd tearfully confessed when he did return. Promises to never again subject her to that torment were delivered and all forgiven.
Yet here she was again without her family.
A sharp kick from her babe startled her, her grip on the teacup loosening to fall catastrophically to the floor. Shards went every which way, Tea splayed her feet, and wetness.... spilled down her thighs.
Cel stood there like a dunce trying to understand how she managed to spill her tea that spectacularly when she realized the warm fluid was still dripping.
All at once it hit her that her water had broken.
Her water had broken, her child was thoroughly done with his crock pot home, and everyone she knew on the island where they'd made their home was gone. Gone because she'd asked them to bring back her wayward husband.
Stupid.
She debated making the trek to Rustberg to find help, but doubted she could make it. Only thing worse then given birth alone was being alone in the elements on an island known for lawlessness and dangerous creatures.
Azryl had gone over some what to expect with her, prompting her to try and gather what was needed. Yet seemed that time had slowed and with it her. Hours passing in blinks of an eye as she gathered towels in the living room before the warm fire where she could move as needed.
Was it her nerves that made it so? Her fears? Long long ago her mother had been pregnant when she died, never able to bring Celestiae's sibling into the world. She wished desperately that right then, her mother could be with her, hold her hand, tell her everything was alright and normal.
What if something went wrong? What if she lost her baby? All she ever wanted was a family of her own. To have that feeling of home since hers was ripped from her.
'Where are you Ralandis? We were supposed to do this together.'
He was reliving a nightmare.
Day after day being spent in this new land, forever trying to find his way back home only to be told that there was none, or that there was no one to help him. Ralandis had started to give up at some point. So surreal was the feeling of being tossed back to those two years heād spent by himself and something in him started to shut down. It was no longer about getting home, but about survival.
Months he spent on the other side of the veil... Pulling every Farstrider trick he could remember to keep himself going. Unfortunately, one of those being the removal of once painstakingly kept silver strands. This was his lot in life now. To be alone and fail those he cared the most about. His family, Azryl, Celestiae... the baby. His chest ached more often than it didnāt and his dreams were of nothing other than being home, surrounded by the people he loved.
So when his cousin and his massive lover of all people actually showed up... Well. Ashraen did get to have a bit of fun knocking a little sense in the Peacock Lord who was well known for his downward spirals. You could ask him what happened, but the truth of the matter was... Ralandis didnāt remember. Not because of injury, but because everything was an unbelievable blur. Rather than be left to die... Heād been sought out. Found. Again.
Was he truly so important?
There would be time later to muse on such things as the portal theyād been given spit them out on a familiar muddy road to the frigid air of a miserable island in the middle of the ocean. Home. Yet... The sounds of chirping animals reached his ears and he frowned, looking at the pair before taking off in a sprint toward the little place theyād carved out for themselves.
"Ralandis wait!" Az called though it did little good as the ranger took off. He could only huff, having spent the better part of a month tracking him just to loose sight of him now.
"Do you need a minute?" He asked Ash, who was his signature green after the trip through the portal. Waiting for Ash's thumbs up he'd be alright heaving up his guts, the medic took after their ward.
He'd rounded the sandy trail, leading to the Adzior cottage barely keeping the faster ranger in sight. He saw the spotted silver cat bound from the door to its master, it's chittering yowls almost an admonishment to them for being so late, before running for the door to lead them in. Whatever fire Rals felt his companions did too.
Then Azryl heard the shrill primal screams.
The medic put two and two together, joining Rals now in haste as they burst through the door of the cottage.
Cel lay half on the floor, using the chair for both pillow and support both. By the look of her sweat soaked skin and clinging hair she'd been laboring alone for quite some time and looked the epitomy of worn out.
She barely seemed to notice their arrival despite the clamour till they physically reached her. The snow leopard butted up against her back, swiping its head along a hip with a deep purr.
Rals went one way around he went the other dropping his medic pack beside the woman.
"Cel? Can you hear me? When did your labor start."
The exhausted woman barely lifted her head, blinked at the sight of them, before tears flooded eyes and she reached for them both.
"You're here? You're really here?" When her hand met her husband's firm chest she sobbed, the dam of intense emotion breaking. The tidal wave was too strong for even the composed and aloof priestess to hide.
"Cel I'm just gonna check how far along you are alright? Rals help her sit up more hold-"
Her face pinched, eyes screwing shut as a contraction tore through her and try as she might to fight it, she shreaked.
"Oh gods it hurts!" She gasped, sure she'd probably crushed some of the ranger's chainmail in her grasp before sagging into his arms.
"I'm just so tired.... I don't know how much longer I can do this."
Azzy did his exam as quick as he could, pouring the antiseptic from his bag over his hands.
"Ok Cel you've done most of the work, you're almost their. I just need you to push as hard as you can when you get a contraction. Everything you got. Ralandis, switch me places."
Ralandis wasnāt even paying one iota of attention to his cousin as they shoved their way through the door and he hit his knees the moment he was near his wife. His hands cupped her face, smoothing sweat soaked hair back, and he felt his own tears stream down his face.
Heād made it. Heād promised heād be here for her and heād made it.
The next few minutes seemed like an utter eternity and thankfully, he had the wherewithal to keep his fingers from her grasp. Perhaps it was the white knuckled grip upon the chair or even the way she clutched the mail of his armor, nearly yanking him onto the floor. Soothing words were murmured as best he could and he very much worried that any attempt in conversation would lead to ugly sobbing for everyone... or getting something thrown at his head. Really it was a toss up.
Heād just settled into getting Celestiae comfortable when Azryl demanded he switch places.Ā āWhat? Why?ā
It didnāt occur to him that the time was that near... That it was his turn to do his part for the life theyād both worked so hard for. The look he received said it all. For as much as Azryl never liked the Lord and Lady of the House, the redhead sure had picked up that scathing look flawlessly. Ralandis swallowed thickly, exhaled, stripped of his upper armor, and took up his place.
āAlright... Just one more time, dove. One more time. We are almost done.ā
Her screams were heart wrenching and the Lord worried heād somehow injured her when a weight pressed to his palms. For Rals... time slowed. His eyes were drawn toward the child as he instinctively pulled the baby toward his chest. Mess didnāt matter and all surrounding sound was muffled as he did as he had been instructed to get the child breathing. His breath was hitched in his throat until that first cry sang out from tiny lungs and then... Then the ugly tears happened.
Theyād done it.
New life now breathed in this world despite all the odds against him.
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That morning Celestiae woke with back pain, feeling like her child had spent the better part of the night jumping up and down on her spine. No matter how she tried to roll over and get comfortable but nothing worked, prompting her to get up and start her day..... Alone.
Just as she did everyday since the madness in the sky ripped open reality and again took her family from her.
For two long years she hadn't heard a word nor found a hair of her husband. She'd wrestled with the possibility he'd.... Abandoned her. Fears she'd tearfully confessed when he did return. Promises to never again subject her to that torment were delivered and all forgiven.
Yet here she was again without her family.
A sharp kick from her babe startled her, her grip on the teacup loosening to fall catastrophically to the floor. Shards went every which way, Tea splayed her feet, and wetness.... spilled down her thighs.
Cel stood there like a dunce trying to understand how she managed to spill her tea that spectacularly when she realized the warm fluid was still dripping.
All at once it hit her that her water had broken.
Her water had broken, her child was thoroughly done with his crock pot home, and everyone she knew on the island where they'd made their home was gone. Gone because she'd asked them to bring back her wayward husband.
Stupid.
She debated making the trek to Rustberg to find help, but doubted she could make it. Only thing worse then given birth alone was being alone in the elements on an island known for lawlessness and dangerous creatures.
Azryl had gone over some what to expect with her, prompting her to try and gather what was needed. Yet seemed that time had slowed and with it her. Hours passing in blinks of an eye as she gathered towels in the living room before the warm fire where she could move as needed.
Was it her nerves that made it so? Her fears? Long long ago her mother had been pregnant when she died, never able to bring Celestiae's sibling into the world. She wished desperately that right then, her mother could be with her, hold her hand, tell her everything was alright and normal.
What if something went wrong? What if she lost her baby? All she ever wanted was a family of her own. To have that feeling of home since hers was ripped from her.
'Where are you Ralandis? We were supposed to do this together.'
He was reliving a nightmare.
Day after day being spent in this new land, forever trying to find his way back home only to be told that there was none, or that there was no one to help him. Ralandis had started to give up at some point. So surreal was the feeling of being tossed back to those two years heād spent by himself and something in him started to shut down. It was no longer about getting home, but about survival.
Months he spent on the other side of the veil... Pulling every Farstrider trick he could remember to keep himself going. Unfortunately, one of those being the removal of once painstakingly kept silver strands. This was his lot in life now. To be alone and fail those he cared the most about. His family, Azryl, Celestiae... the baby. His chest ached more often than it didnāt and his dreams were of nothing other than being home, surrounded by the people he loved.
So when his cousin and his massive lover of all people actually showed up... Well. Ashraen did get to have a bit of fun knocking a little sense in the Peacock Lord who was well known for his downward spirals. You could ask him what happened, but the truth of the matter was... Ralandis didnāt remember. Not because of injury, but because everything was an unbelievable blur. Rather than be left to die... Heād been sought out. Found. Again.
Was he truly so important?
There would be time later to muse on such things as the portal theyād been given spit them out on a familiar muddy road to the frigid air of a miserable island in the middle of the ocean. Home. Yet... The sounds of chirping animals reached his ears and he frowned, looking at the pair before taking off in a sprint toward the little place theyād carved out for themselves.
I figure out I had ADHD last year, but I didnāt seek an official diagnosis and medication until this year. Iām 30 years old, my school days are long behind me. I slipped through the cracks because I have predominately inattentive type and I was a quiet little girl. Having ADHD does not mean you have to be hyperactive and loud, it means you have a processing problem in your brain that doesnāt allow you to regulate your focus or emotions.Ā
Mental health even now is still taboo to talk about. People are more open now than ever about it however and that gives me hope.Ā
This is a profoundly personal comic and it only reflects my own experience with ADHD. It is on a spectrum with a wide range of personalities. But if my story connects with someone else and helps them, that would mean the world to me.
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Fuck
Was the thought going through Celestiaeās mind as she sat, waiting for Azryl to finish his exam. She hated calling him, having to be studied like this, treated like she was so frail when she was a fucking leader of soldiers. Wellā¦.had been.
This was ridiculous. She didnāt get sick, but here they were, a bucket of her sick between them. For the past few days sheād not been able to keep anything down, aside from dry toast and tea. Sheād also been exhausted, a feat in itself for the insomniac, falling into bed early and not rising till nearly noon.
Hey, would you look at that, a cool 100! I am officially an adult in elf years. In order to celebrate this milestone, Iām doing an art giveaway. For those who are new here, my art looks like this:
Cute, right? Iāve never done one of these before so I donāt really know what Iām doing, but I think it usually goes like this:
RULES:
Giveaway ends on 4/20 at 5 pm East because itās a Monday and not because itās Weed Day, donāt be silly
You must be following me
Only reblogs will be counted as entries
Multiple reblogs are counted as separate entries
Winners will be contacted over tumblr IM or an ask but I will do a redrawI donāt hear back within 48 hours
What you get:
A bust like the one above of a character of your choosing! It can be an OC or a fandom character, whatever you like! They can include features such as:
Mechanical pieces and robots
Animal parts such as tails, wings, ears, horns, claws, and hooves
Gore such as exposed muscle or bone, rot, maggots, and other zombie staples
Warcraft/Complicated Armor
Okay. I think thatās everything that needs to be said. Um, I hope everyone is having a good week, and that the quarantine isnāt driving you too crazy. I appreciate you all, and thank you for supporting me. (oćā½ć)oā
On Friday, 4/10, Maelstrom Nightclub will be sporting the feel of The Unknown! We have an array of specialty drinks to get your mind soaring and wondrous to what else could be outside our world of Azeroth, and music curated by our very own DJ Jinx to get your body moving and exploring. While we make no claims to truly send you out of our world, we do make ones to guarantee youāll have a starry night of entertainment.Ā
Maelstrom Nightclub is located in Rustberg Village, Tol Barad, and will be open from 7pm - 9pm WRA server time. We are faction neutral, so both horde and alliance are encouraged to pick up some elixirs of tongue and come down for a good night!
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Come join the Succulent Tart for our annual Speakeasy style show where a mixture of old-fashioned meets modern times! Ā Beverages will be served before and after the show by our lovely bartenders, so please come early, grab your drink, and find a seat! Ā
Make sure you dress to impress!
WHEN:
Saturday, April 18th
Doors open at 6pm, show begins at 6:30pm
(Wyrmrest Accord server time - PST)
WHERE:
Worldās End Tavern, Lower Shattrath City
Wyrmrest Accord - other servers welcome!
(( What is a Speakeasy you ask? ))
In the real world they were illicit establishments that sold alcohol during the Prohibition era - one had to speak quietly in public or within the bar (hence the name) in order to not draw attention to the business!
This particular event will be based on the real world modern speakeasies where keeping a hushed voice is not necessary, but the fashion, music and some of the performances will be a throwback to that era!
DRESS TO IMPRESS:
As mentioned above, we would LOVE to see some swanky outfits! Ā There are only so many options available in-game for a āRoaring 20ā²sā style outfit, some ideas are suits, long gowns, flapper style dresses, top hats, monocles, fancy hair pieces, etc. Ā Because options are limited we would love to see tumblr collages of your outfits for the evening! Ā Be sure to tag @succulent-tart so we can reblog!
