#paksarra

Rules: tag 10 people you would like to know better

@pikestaff @argentis @orodrethsgeek @ladysmaragdina @pathopharmacology @ironthoughts @paksarra, @brittieslifeasiknowit, whoever’s behind @writingdragonage (whO ARE YOU, MYSTERIOUS PERTH PERSON), aaaand -- @medicinaldog, who’s followed me for literally years now and who I have barely ever spoken to who is this doggy stranger

Birthday: May 29

Gender: female

Relationship status: Single, but I’m a demi aroace so.

Zodiac sign: Since it says “star sign” later I’m assuming Chinese Zodiac? I’m a Monkey.

Siblings: 22YO bro.

Wake up time: These days it’s 10-11AM. Unless I’ve woken up early and can’t get back to sleep, in which case it’s 4-5AM.

Lemonade or sweet tea: Neither, I only drink water except on special occasions.

Day or night: Both.

Coke or pepsi: Neither.

Calls or texts: Texts, dear god please, I hate calls.

Met a celebrity: Nope. Closest I’ve come was being in the same building during Supanova lmfao.

Also not a celebrity but I once worked as a server at an event Brendan Nelson talked to. He later became leader of the opposition party, and then got kicked out in a spill, because Australia.

Smile or eyes: Smile.

Country or city: City, if it’s not gross and polluted, otherwise country.

Last song I listened to: "Let It Go” -- that youtube video where a line is sung in a different language.

Nickname: Dusty, Dustbuster.

Star sign: Gemini.

Height: 5′3

Time right now:  11:17AM

Favourite music artist(s): Poets of the Fall. (Omg, they released a new album last year and I was so sick I never checked it out!)

Song stuck in your head: "Rumors” -- Poets of the Fall

Last movie watched: I can’t remember. I think it was Star Wars ep 7?

Last tv show watched: Ghost Whisperer 

What are you wearing right: Shirt, basic pants.

When did you create your blog: Yeesh, um. Back in 2011, I think? I don’t know how to check for sure.

What kind of stuff do you post: Reblog spam, “this crawled up my ass and I need to wordvomit about it”, Feminism, Aussie-related stuff, 

Do you have any other blogs moved to / saved URL: ... Eh?

If this means other blogs -- I’ve applied to be a mod at @writingdragonage. I also run @fckyoupain and @muserampant. 

Do you get asks regularly: Nah, but I semi-regularly get messages and when I do get asks they tend to happen in a feast/famine kinda way.

Why did you chose your URL: I went on a TFP binge a couple years ago and my favourite character is Soundwave, who I realised was basically a robotic Slenderman, so... Robotslenderman!

I wanted @stilettoheeledfreak because someone referred to Starscream that way, but it was taken at the time so I had it as stiletto-heeled-freak, but that meant I didn’t get notified half the time someone tagged me so @robotslenderman it was!

It’s the URL I’ve had for the longest in all my time on Tumblr, I think. Except maybe @priestoftime, which is now taken by someone else, and was what my class/title would be in Homestuck (though priest isn’t a canon class).

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw for life!

Pokemon team: Not “officially” in any of the game, but I’ve had several equivalent of Pikachus over the years that if I lived in the pokeverse they’d all be on my team -- Peebee, the Zigzagoon; a breloom; skarmory; and an umbreon. That’s just four, but the fifth might be a pidgeot.

Favorite color: Purple. No matter how much I or my tastes have changed over the years, purple will always be my favourite colour.

Average hours of sleep: 9/10 if I don’t have sleep problems. Anything less than 9 and I really feel it.

Favourite characters: Dorian Pavus, Garrus Vakarian, Daud, Billie Lurk. Liriel Lavellan is mine, but she’s as beloved to me as if she was canon, along with @orodrethsgeek Mahanon and Lahariel (and, of course, the three of them aren’t complete with their favourite stupid egg wolf Solas).

How many blankets do you sleep with: My weighted blanket. I’m Aussie so we tend to just use doonas.

Dream job: Independent, episodic writer -- I’ve daydreamed for years about writing an episodic web series and drawing the art for it, too, just based on a single universe. I started working on the art but then I got sick. Despite that, I never started writing it.

I know the feeling, too. The next expansion isn’t really doing much for me, and my work schedule is killing my RP schedule….

I went to reply to @vaishino and made myself so depressed that I had to close the window.

I’m not really sure what the best course (for me) is, going forward. I don’t have other games to play, and making new friends is difficult for me.

I had a Weedle not catch twice this early afternoon. TWICE. It appeared, Pokeball went out, and it just sat there. No rocking, nothing. I waited for nearly half an hour. :/

 I did bad/evil things in RP and now I feel super...

But… but…. doing evil things is fun! In RP.

Mosur has a night mare that was originally brought on by being in Dragonblight near the Old God activity when Deathwing was assaulting Wyrmrest Accord. It was later modified by interactions he had with individuals and happenings that occurred.

Mosur opened his eyes, it was a familiar scene. He was in the Temple again, Karabor. As it was each time before it was perfect, beautiful, and again as each time before he was not in his room. This scene was old, but it played over and over when he slept; like something wouldn’t let the memory die.He stood up and moved about the temple completing his priestly duties. The same ones as before, he knew how her hands would move as she completed each task. By now it was no surprise to him, nor was it unfamiliar to see this day from someone else’s eyes. He was just along for the ride, again. Once finished with those chores he snuck away to some of the less used corridors, he was about to see himself again. He looked at himself for the first time in one of these dreams…nightmares.  Smooth skin, clean shaven, no scares to speak of, horrors hadn’t ages his face, yet he looked happy. They kissed.Best part of the nightmare, every time, even if he knew what was about to happen.The meeting was brief and the two departed, the real show was about to start any moment now. The peaceful silence was broken, screams came from the front of the temple. The dream was no longer as terrifying as it had once been, it caused him to feel a great sorrow more than anything else. The battle shouts came, orcish rang across his mind. At one point he wondered if those were real words.Her heart started pumping and he began to feel her fear like a sudden shock of ice. She ran and he would watch again. She would try to save the children, they would all die. She would trying to save one, just one and neither of them would make it, he would watch again as orcs cut her down. They would stand over her and finished her with their cruel axes. She would die.Mosur watched everything. The orcs stormed the Temple, they ran in. Their skin no longer the earthen brown but now a sickly green. He watched as the orcs came after his dove and her flock of young ones. The orc swung his hammer, children cried and blood sprayed across the orc’s chest. She tried to herd them out but again she was cut off as every time before. He spun looking for an exit knowing there wasn’t one, the woman whose vantage he watched this all from cried in fear, her heart raced, she had no chance.The children were gone the orc swung the hammer, it struck her against the side of the head. She faulted grabbing her head and looked up again toward the orc. It wasn’t an orc, and suddenly Mosur was as scared as Amia.The face before her twisted in rage the eyes alight almost demonically so. “Wait” She cried and held up a hand. Suddenly he could feel both; the heat of rage boiling in his heart and opposite that abject fear and pain. Betrayal. The monster stepped forward and swung the hammer knocking her to the ground. The monster’s chest heaved and arms flexed under the weight of the hammer. Its tunic was splattered and stained with blood and the eyes burned with a hatred, it almost appeared like a demon, a Man’ari. “Why?” The dove spoke beyond its ability; the beating and the pain continued. “Why my sweet Rook?”Agony.He woke screaming and sat bolt up, holding his arms to himself. He leaned forward trying to catch his breath with his heart racing. His hands still felt tacky and warm, like they were still covered in blood. He made his way over to the wash basin in the room and washed his hands and face a couple times over. He looked up to the basin’s small mirror and for an instant he saw his dove’s face. It was broken and barely recognizable; then she vanished and he was looking at himself again.He knew that dream, but it was different. Something else he had seen, something new he heard too. No longer an orc cutting down his love with a cruel ax; this time the nightmare had been himself with a barbaric hammer.When he caught his breath he retrieved his journal and scribbled a few lines in Draenei on a page before he forgot them. Maybe they didn’t mean anything, or maybe they would make sense later.

Adaala's cold eyes settled on her questioner, her gaze unsettling. The Draenei drummed her fingers on her chin, a smirk on her lips.

"Anything that I like? Considering I do not remember my living life I could not tell you if anything is an improvement on before yet...I suppose the not having to eat or sleep is a bonus. Sometimes. They can be inconveniences, and yet at the same time without needs to fill my day, I get bored..."

The death knight pondered a little longer, before shrugging.

Khadgar had been dragged into a Church in CHAINS. His hands were bound behind his back, he couldn’t cast, and he had been pelted with fruit as well as rotten garbage the whole way there.

Actually, he seemed to be called heretic the whole way, and he wasn’t happy about this at all. Nope, he hated Churches, and he hoped to his Master he wouldn’t be in here longer than he already was. 

“I will never confess to anything!”

Not a problem!