#waroftwowolves

Murder hobos. Lmfao. 

It sounds so bad, but honestly... characters similar to Kane I enjoy the most. He is a murder hobo, but I also... try to make him relatable in some ways? Like, I’ve given him more than enough fat attacks because of his love for cupcakes. Often duelling to get the last cupcake, cursing at birds because they can fly... and he can’t. Okay, those things aren’t relatable. But you get the gist of it. So the characters I have the most fun writing are ones I can laugh at, ones that can laugh at themselves... they just happen to be murder hobos. Lol.

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

It started as a kindling, barely alight, but still it remained despite the tears that tried to dampen it. Despite the sadness and darkness that tried to suffocate it. It didn’t burn bright when the other stages were still being processed, but when they came and went was when it had its time to shine. A kindling that turned into a flame, a flame that flickered so bright as it burned with a fury not known to her before. A flame of fury that wouldn’t go out until it had settled the score. It burned for revenge and it burned for blood and nothing would stop it, not even the woman it burned within. One day the fury will overcome her and it will be released within an unstoppable rage, but until then.. It burns.

Leon:

“Th’ five-an’-a-’alf years I lost t’drink an’ self-flagellation, I’ll never get back. An’ I don’t want ‘em back, in th’ sense o’ doin’ ‘em over or dif’rent. As awful as they were, an’ they were awful, they led me t’my now, an’ t’my current me. I don’t ‘ave th’ right t’take tha’ away from th’ people ‘o love me, even if sometimes I wish I could.

“I saw terrible thin’s in tha’ time. People at their lowest points, people at their most desp’rate, people just tired of ev’rythin’. People just like me. I wanted t’be alone, but I took solace in th’ comp’ny o’ people ‘o knew exactly what I felt like an’ weren’t tryin’ t’ do anythin’ but stew innit with me fer a while. There’s some value in tha’, I think. Sometimes th’ best thin’ t’do about feelin’ awful is t’just ride out th’ awfulness fer a bit; sometimes in tryin’ t’ find th’way out when yer still facin’ th’ wrong way just makes y’run deeper, y’ken?

“People think th’ best way t’deal with sadness is t’be aggressively ‘appy, or t’start countin’ blessin’s immediately; never let yerself actually be sad, or afraid, or angry. But it’s... it ‘elps. Cough it up, ‘stead o’ swallowin’ it back down. Then y’kin eat somethin’ tha’ tastes better.”

Terry:

“...never gamble with somethin’ you’re not ready or expectin’ t’lose. I was a stupid kid. I thought I knew what I was gettin’ into, thought I ‘ad th’ upper ‘and, thought I’d seen all th’ ins an’ outs. Thought it was a sure thin’. But nobody ‘o smiles at y’ th’ way those deader bastards did t’me when they shake yer ‘and is somebody y’should ever think y’ve pulled one over on. I din’t trust ‘em, but I thought I’d won.

“I gave up what little I ‘ad left cuz I thought I wouldn’t lose it, an’ gods know I’m glad ev’ry day Leon ran instead o’ goin’ on tha’ ship with me. It ‘urt like ‘ell tha’ ‘e didn’t trust me at th’ time, but ‘e was right not to. I ‘ave no idea ‘ow ‘e woulda ‘eld up in Slant’s lab, an’ I never wanna think about ‘ow close ‘e came.

There is not really anyone that I’ve written with that fills that role for Risri. More often than not she is filling that role. Part of it is that most of the people she interacts with daily are younger than her and part of it is my RL mom-ness coming out.

I actually answered this, but then hit the back button.  D’oh.6. See an aurora.  Any aurora.  I’m not picky.

8. Oldest piece I have period is probably… I mean, I won’t count jewelry for this, but I have a vintage Hermes silk scarf that is of questionable aesthetics, even for the 90s.  It’s russet brown and has soviet-block print lettering on a French compass.  I like it because I cracked up when I read ONO OSO before figuring out those were directions.

183.  I can be pretty jealous but do a good job of keeping it in check.

200.  Man, I don’t know, I’m boring AF.  I… was an extra in a crappy 90s Robin Williams movie and if you pause at just the right time, you can clearly see 7 year old me getting a gift from Santa?  I think a kid in my class’ dad worked on the set and got us in.  That movie had Tori Amos in it before I could appreciate Tori Amos.

Prompt (✓ )

When first joining the Grand Alliance Military, Alexa worked her way through the lower ranks by manning the crow’s nest on a number of Captain’s ships. Even her youth, she had a natural ability to accurately hit targets from an extended amount of distance with relative ease. The military willingly moved her about during the Northrend campaign, especially when initially breaching the shores of Howling Fjord. 

While still considered a naval unit, she often occupied Marines and their squadrons onto the cursed shores of frozen Northrend. In doing such, she developed a strong bond with a woman named Amelia Armstrong during borrowed time in chaotic Northrend. Both young, and rather foolish, after a few months they eloped despite the evident disapproval of everyone around them.

During the invasion of Icecrown and Wrathgate, Alexa had already started the formal process of withdrawing herself from the military due to her newfound beloved. An obvious rift started to form between the two women, eventually leading to a rather heated argument before Amelia was sent to the front lines. 

Due to her stubborn nature, Alexa was not among the particular patrol that fell that day. Instead of occupying the ridge that oversaw the battlefield she was tending to the wounded back at day camp. The news of Amelia’s death was delivered by the lone survivor of the Scourge, a young Gilnean that was carried in by another Alliance patrol later that evening.

Needless to say, the Admiral never forgave herself for not being there at the right moment.