Brie teasingly dangled a piece of Hallow’s End candy in Cam’s face. It was a brightly colored lollipop, one she’d picked up from her pile and couldn’t simply offer it to him in a friendly manner. “D’you want it? Or do you need to go on a diet to fit into your leather and corsets again?” Her twin, Leon, gave a rare, amused snort as read from an old tome. Cam wrinkled his nose and snatched the candy away from Brie. “I didn’t have a baby. It’s not baby fat! I’ve just started eating like a normal person.” He pulled the wrapper off the lollipop and shoved it in his mouth. He made a face at the flavor and pulled it out again. “What is this? Tomato? Who the fuck makes tomato lollipops?”

“Congrats, you’ve found the trick?” Leon mused quietly from across the table. All three giggled; it was only recently that Cam had started to get along properly with Brie. Once the two of them became better friends, Leon had quickly warmed up to Cam.  “I wonder. Do vampires get cavities? Or are you now immune?” Brie pondered out loud, glancing at the ceiling thoughtfully. Cam raised an eyebrow as he glanced at her, lollipop back in his mouth.  “I dunno. M’not dead. Prob’ly still need to brush ‘em.”

“Now there’s a question. I’ll give you five gold if you walk up to another Vampire, an older one, and ask them!” Brie gave him a sly look.  “Easiest five gold I’ll ever make. That doesn’t even count as a proper dare; I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Brie.” They laughed and giggled, but the good feeling washed away when the door opened with a loud creak.   Gilzo (Brie and Leon’s father) and Verimay, A Darkfallen, entered the room. Everything chilled immediately, and the two looked very serious. Something was wrong. No words exchanged; just a simple gesture. Gilzo beckoning Cam to follow. He steeled himself, burying his fear and worries deep, deep down as he stood up slowly from his chair to follow the smaller man out of the room. Verimay wasn’t her bubbly self, as she remained quiet as well. Once all three had left, Brie glanced at Leon and mouthed: “What did he do?” Leon could only shrug.

Cam remained calm, as he always did when entered Gilzo’s office. Warmth emitted from the hearth as a fire crackled within it, purely for Cam’s benefit and not the Undead. A blizzard howled outside, shaking the windows gently, but did not break or open them. Verimay stood by the door, tall, long ears twitching slightly. Gilzo still hadn’t said anything, an indication of how angry he truly was. Gilzo pulled back a strand of blonde hair out of his face as he sat at his desk and stared coldly up at Cam.  “Please. Sit.” Cam didn’t like sitting, but he knew better than not to do as he was told.  “If any of your belongings have been nicked, you know it couldn’t possibly have been -”  “Nothing has been stolen, Cameron.” Gilzo interrupted harshly. “But I have been told something interesting. And no, it’s not about Vorain.”  “Well, that’s a first innit? Normally when I get pulled aside like this, it always has something to do with him for one reason or another. So. What is it then? What’s got your knickers in a twist so badly you left your kiddo’s in the other room?” Cam didn’t like the silence that followed before Gilzo spoke again.  “Two Knights of the Ebon Blade approached Verimay recently asking her about Cult of the Damned activity.” Gilzo’s gaze didn’t leave Cam. “Have you been making interesting friends again, Cameron?” Both of Cam’s eyebrows shot up at the accusation. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and glanced between Verimay and Gilzo.  “Oh. Woah, woah. Woah! No, no no no! I did not…I have not spoken to anyone affiliated with the Ebon blade about Cult of the Damned. I haven’t spoken to anyone about any of this. The only one who knows is Vorain, and you know he wouldn’t be dumb enough to snitch on you.” Gilzo narrowed his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.  “Oh, yes. I know. I know someone like him wouldn’t pull a stunt like that. But you. You might be stupid enough to try.”  “Do you still not..!” Cam glanced around, shocked. “Do you still really think I’m just here to bust you? I know I’m not part of the Scourge or a cultist, and I’m not undead. But in case you forgot, I’ve got these things now.” He opened his mouth to gently bap his fangs finger a finger. “There’s really not a whole lotta groups who don’t mind these!” Gilzo’s eyes twitched and in an instant, chains of shadow pulled Cam out of his chair and into the air. He kicked and squirmed as he felt his neck squeezed by shadows.  “Except your loyalties walk a dangerous line, kid. Azeroth is not a place where you can safely walk forever in the dawn that separates the night and day. Or Twilight, as preferred by some. So yes. If I hear that one of my people is getting quizzed by the Ebon Blade about the Cult of the Damned, or the Scourge, I’m going to wonder if someone snitched, and I’m always going to think of you first.” He waved his hand flippantly, and Cam was free. He hit the floor with a loud thunk, gasped for air, and glanced up as he heard Gilzo approach.  “N-never your brother? Never Brie? Never Ettore? Never Annette?” Cam hissed, aggravated that he was once again blamed for something he didn’t do just because he was a rogue. Gilzo’s sneered as he grabbed Cam by the collar, effortlessly hoisting him up, although he was a couple of inches shorter than Cam.  “Eventually, them. But always you first. You’re lucky they were looking into others and not us. Otherwise, this conversation wouldn’t have been so pleasant.” Oh, this was pleasant? Rich. Cam gave him a flabbergasted look.  “If you knew they weren’t asking about you? Why harass me, then?”  “Wanted to be sure.” Gilzo narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose, eventually letting Cam go and giving him a shove. He gestured for Cam to leave, and he did so gladly, rubbing his neck gingerly.  “Fucking…gods damned hell…” “ Oh, and Cam,” Gilzo called out to the young man, who paused but didn’t turn around. “Don’t even dream about telling him.”  “….’Course not.” Cam grumbled as he walked away. “Everyone’s always telling me to be careful about Vorain when he’s not the one I should be worried about.” He solemnly thought to himself.

“Our 3 week old rescue likes to nuzzle extra close and I couldn’t be happier“ 

Send a mythical creatures & I will respond to the corresponding question!

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Centaur: Has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

Chimera: Does your muse tend to be aggressive?

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?

Hippogriff: Does your muse have a high level of self worth?

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?

Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Nymph: How does your muse connect to earth?

Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Pixie: How does your muse tend to get into trouble?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

Sphinx: How does your muse value loyalty?

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous?

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

“I did not leave her.”

He crossed his arms, forgetting to undo the chains for the moment to glare at Gilzo. “I came here to find books on the subject and you just happened to catch me in the middle of a panic attack over it.” He huffed and this time waved his hand across the chains and they fell away from him.

The Magus started stalking away. “I am a father but only because I sired. I have never had the opportunity to raise my daughter mainly because I never knew she existed and I had left Draenor before I could be told.” He pointed at the death knight before the undead Kul Tiran could mention him leaving his mate as being a sign of a dead beat parent. “And it wasn’t by choice, mind you!”

He huffed indignantly as he led the way into and through the library. There were still arcane golems patrolling the half-ruined library, but they paid them no attention. “As for siring other children, I probably do have a line or two somewhere in the world from my days partying but those mothers have never come forward to tell me. So how can I be judged if I am never given the chance?”

Medivh stopped and frowned, pursing his lips he scanned the shelves for anything of use. “Bloody raiders have left little of my library that may be of use. Who steals books on human anatomy and reproduction rituals?”

Medivh opened it and perused the contents for a few moments, “And for your information, this book is only a few decades old. My mother used it when she had me. Eight hundred years and she never bothered to learn a thing about children until she had one.”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

“I did not leave her.”

He crossed his arms, forgetting to undo the chains for the moment to glare at Gilzo. “I came here to find books on the subject and you just happened to catch me in the middle of a panic attack over it.” He huffed and this time waved his hand across the chains and they fell away from him.

The Magus started stalking away. “I am a father but only because I sired. I have never had the opportunity to raise my daughter mainly because I never knew she existed and I had left Draenor before I could be told.” He pointed at the death knight before the undead Kul Tiran could mention him leaving his mate as being a sign of a dead beat parent. “And it wasn’t by choice, mind you!”

He huffed indignantly as he led the way into and through the library. There were still arcane golems patrolling the half-ruined library, but they paid them no attention. “As for siring other children, I probably do have a line or two somewhere in the world from my days partying but those mothers have never come forward to tell me. So how can I be judged if I am never given the chance?”

Medivh stopped and frowned, pursing his lips he scanned the shelves for anything of use. “Bloody raiders have left little of my library that may be of use. Who steals books on human anatomy and reproduction rituals?”

Medivh opened it and perused the contents for a few moments, “And for your information, this book is only a few decades old. My mother used it when she had me. Eight hundred years and she never bothered to learn a thing about children until she had one.”

Categories:

艸 Major Arcana - Significant moments in your character’s history

･ω･ Court Cards - Significant people in your character’s lifestory

★ Pentacles - The material world and everything tangible within

ー☆* Wands - The spark of life; creation, passion, the emergence of something new

◥█̆̈◤ Cups - Emotions, feelings, secrets, past, future

━━╋⊂ Swords - The sharpness of mind, mental states, thoughts, opinions

Major Arcana:

0. The Fool - when you first created your character, what did you originally envision for them?

I. The Magician - have you followed through on your original vision for your character? Are they as they were when you first began?

II. The High Priestess - has your character ever ignored their conscience?

III. The Empress - what is the most important thing your character has ever made?

IV. The Emperor - has your character ever broken the law?

V. The Hierophant - what is the most important lesson your character has learned or still needs to learn?

VI. The Lovers - have your character’s heart and mind ever been at odds with one another?

VII. The Chariot - what is the most important message your character has responded to and/or ignored?

VIII. Strength - is there a moment your character has ever had to fight for something or someone?

IX. The Hermit - has your character ever isolated themselves knowingly?

X. Wheel of Fortune - has your character ever endured abject misfortune? Have they ever experienced euphoric bliss?

XI. Justice - has your character ever knowingly wronged someone?

XII. The Hanged Man - what is the most signficant thing your character has had to sacrifice?

XIII. Death - what kind of transformation(s) has your character gone through? If multiple, which is the most significant?

XIV. Temperance - when, if ever, has your character had to compromise?

XV. The Devil - has your character ever been addicted to a certain behavior or substance?

XVI. The Tower - what is the most traumatic thing your character has had to endure?

XVII. The Star - how did your character develop from their past trauma?

XVIII. The Moon - what is the most significant secret your character has discovered?

XIX. The Sun - what was the most significant “truth” your character has had to reveal?

XX. Judgment - what moment in your character’s life history matured them the most? Their “coming of age” so to speak.

XXI. The World - what is the greatest achievement your character has accomplished?

Court Cards

Page of Pentacles - the most reliable and practical youth your character knows.

Knight of Pentacles - the most stubborn adult your character knows.

Queen of Pentacles - the most organized/chill woman your character knows.

King of Pentacles - the most business oriented man your character knows.

Page of Wands - the most adventurous and eager youth your character knows.

Knight of Wands - the adult with the shortest attention span your character knows.

Queen of Wands - the sexiest woman your character knows.

King of Wands - the most romantic man your character knows.

Page of Cups - the most creative and sensitive youth your character knows.

Knight of Cups - the adult most pre-occupied with finding love your character knows.

Queen of Cups - the most deceitful woman your character knows.

King of Cups - the most mature man your character knows.

Page of Swords - the most thoughtful/intellectual youth your character knows.

Knight of Swords - the most impatient adult your character knows.

Queen of Swords - the most independent woman your character knows.

King of Swords - the most analytical man your character knows.

Pentacles

★ Ace of Pentacles - how has your character grown since their conception?

★ Two of Pentacles - has your character ever ‘dropped the ball’ on something important?

★ Three of Pentacles - does your character work well in teams?

★ Four of Pentacles - is your character financially stable?

★ Five of Pentacles - has your character ever endured poverty?

★ Six of Pentacles - does your character accept help from others?

★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?

★ Eight of Pentacles - does your character have a craft that they work on?

★ Nine of Pentacles - is your character luxurious or ascetic?

★ Ten of Pentacles - in what aspect of your character’s life are they the most rich? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?

Wands

ー☆* Ace of Wands - from where do you derive inspiration for your character?

ー☆* Two of Wands - has your character ever had to make a tough decision between two choices?

ー☆* Three of Wands - do you have any long-term plans for your character?

ー☆* Four of Wands - what was the most recent celebration your character took part in?

ー☆* Five of Wands - what was the most recent conflict your character was involved in?

ー☆* Six of Wands - is your character considered a role model for anyone they know?

ー☆* Seven of Wands - has your character ever had to make a stand for something they believe in?

ー☆* Eight of Wands - how quickly has your character ever resolved an issue?

ー☆* Nine of Wands - what was the most recent instance of your character keeping their guard up?

ー☆* Ten of Wands - what is the heaviest burden your character has had to shoulder?

Cups

◥█̆̈◤ Ace of Cups - has your character made any new friends lately? New love interests?

◥█̆̈◤ Two of Cups - what was the most recent instance of someone showing your character a lot of emotional support?

◥█̆̈◤ Three of Cups - when was the last time your character partied with their friends?

◥█̆̈◤ Four of Cups - how indecisive is your character?

◥█̆̈◤ Five of Cups - when did your character experience the most significant feeling of loss in their life history?

◥█̆̈◤ Six of Cups - describe your character’s childhood in as little or great detail as you prefer.

◥█̆̈◤ Seven of Cups - how does your character view dreams?

◥█̆̈◤ Eight of Cups - has your character ever had to cut their losses and move on from a bad situation?

◥█̆̈◤ Nine of Cups - when was the last time your character felt on top of the world?

◥█̆̈◤ Ten of Cups - what family memories does your character hold dear?

Swords

━━╋⊂ Ace of Swords - what is the most recent problem your character has had to solve?

━━╋⊂ Two of Swords - has there ever been a time your character has ignored their emotions in favor of logic?

━━╋⊂ Three of Swords - what was the worst betrayal of trust your character has ever experienced?

━━╋⊂ Four of Swords - has your character ever taken a vacation?

━━╋⊂ Five of Swords - what is the harshest thing your character has ever said?

━━╋⊂ Six of Swords - how does your character deal with pain? Emotional, physical and/or mental pain.

━━╋⊂ Seven of Swords - what is the worst instance of your character being manipulative?

━━╋⊂ Eight of Swords - who is your character’s harshest critic?

━━╋⊂ Nine of Swords - what is the worst nightmare your character has ever endured?

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

“I did not leave her.”

He crossed his arms, forgetting to undo the chains for the moment to glare at Gilzo. “I came here to find books on the subject and you just happened to catch me in the middle of a panic attack over it.” He huffed and this time waved his hand across the chains and they fell away from him.

The Magus started stalking away. “I am a father but only because I sired. I have never had the opportunity to raise my daughter mainly because I never knew she existed and I had left Draenor before I could be told.” He pointed at the death knight before the undead Kul Tiran could mention him leaving his mate as being a sign of a dead beat parent. “And it wasn’t by choice, mind you!”

He huffed indignantly as he led the way into and through the library. There were still arcane golems patrolling the half-ruined library, but they paid them no attention. “As for siring other children, I probably do have a line or two somewhere in the world from my days partying but those mothers have never come forward to tell me. So how can I be judged if I am never given the chance?”

Medivh stopped and frowned, pursing his lips he scanned the shelves for anything of use. “Bloody raiders have left little of my library that may be of use. Who steals books on human anatomy and reproduction rituals?”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

“I did not leave her.”

He crossed his arms, forgetting to undo the chains for the moment to glare at Gilzo. “I came here to find books on the subject and you just happened to catch me in the middle of a panic attack over it.” He huffed and this time waved his hand across the chains and they fell away from him.

The Magus started stalking away. “I am a father but only because I sired. I have never had the opportunity to raise my daughter mainly because I never knew she existed and I had left Draenor before I could be told.” He pointed at the death knight before the undead Kul Tiran could mention him leaving his mate as being a sign of a dead beat parent. “And it wasn’t by choice, mind you!”

He huffed indignantly as he led the way into and through the library. There were still arcane golems patrolling the half-ruined library, but they paid them no attention. “As for siring other children, I probably do have a line or two somewhere in the world from my days partying but those mothers have never come forward to tell me. So how can I be judged if I am never given the chance?”

Medivh stopped and frowned, pursing his lips he scanned the shelves for anything of use. “Bloody raiders have left little of my library that may be of use. Who steals books on human anatomy and reproduction rituals?”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

His mother would be quite disappointed in him. She never did like the fact he used his powers to party and sleep around. He knows Anduin would find it funny for the first few moments before agreeing to the letter. He could hear what his friend would say about becoming a father and congratulating him before letting him know he’d give Gilzo permission to kick his ass.

He shrugged off those threats, unconcerned by them despite the seriousness of the situation. Gilzo might or might not go through with them but they were people that were either dead or didn’t care about him. It was the death knight’s brother and his own apprentice that could do something if they chose. The brother would certainly try, after all the paladin had tried to kill him once before many years ago.

“I will give you credit for your creativity, Gilzo,” the Magus replied, the amusement in his tone. “All in all, out of all those your brother would try and kill me again and Khadgar would throw a party in celebration.”

He might have said too much. The younger man wasn’t stupid and he could easily put things together and figure out what was going on. Medivh ran a hand through his hair and heaved a heavy sigh, “She’s pregnant or at least that is what she told me a couple days ago. I never got the chance to ask how she knew so I’m going under the assumption a woman just knows.”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

67. my muse is pregnant/becoming a parent and it wasn’t planned

(First roll, couldn’t think of anything so rerolled and got this one, which is a 1000x better)

The old wizard was nervous. Which was something rather unusual with the man when he was around the death knight. Very little seemed to make Medivh nervous or at least a little bit anxious, but something most certainly had him on edge. He was pacing, a sure sign that something important was bothering him, and at the rate he was moving, he was going to dig a trench into the ground.

Medivh paused and muttered a few words under his breath and Gilzo would be able to catch the word pregnant before he resumed his nervous walk. “Too old and so not capable of such a challenge,” he said a little louder. “Not ready for one. Light the last one I didn’t even know about!”

for me to randomly generate a number between 1 and 100 to write a starter based on any of the prompts below!

A mix of fluff, angst, sadness, and anything to make you feel if executed right. proceed at your own risk! Some content might be triggering.