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My Dream Project would be a fantasy/romance/horror Legend of Zelda Series in the style of The Record of Lodoss war

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The inherent eroticism of the Battle Couple

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"Green Knight" by Emile Corsi, 1859 (damaged)

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https://x.com/WeisMargaret/status/1764632826077458745?s=20

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Teaching Moments

(( DWC February 2024 Day 1, Casualty/Flirt, CW: None, thanks to @heniimagic for the OC loan, @daily-writing-challenge ))

Lorellai's smile fell as the Human turned away from her, her shoulder slumping as she wandered back to the table she was sharing with Henii. "Och, that's three times now I've been turned down. What kind of festival dedicated to love is this that I cannae even get someone to share a drink with me? What should I say, how should I act, what should I do?"

"I think the problem might be in your approach dear… oh, perhaps I can show you. Ghorren!" Henii called out, getting the attention of the big Zandalari at the bar. "Could you come join us, I need your help."

Ghorren shrugged and walked over, taking a seat. "Sounds simple enough. What do you need?"

"Lorellai needs an example of how to flirt," Henii said, adjusting herself in her chair and then looking at Lorellai. "Now, the first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this." Turning to Ghorren, she leaned in slightly. "You are the most handsome Troll I've ever laid eyes on."

Ghorren glanced at Lorellai out of the side of his eye, then back to Henii, saying nothing.

Henii chuckled. "But that might not work."

Ghorren leaned in. "Oh, yes it would, in fact."

Henii turned her focus back to him. "You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that."

"But you were afraid," he replied.

"Yes."

"Of me?"

"Of us. Of what we might become. Or that you might think it was just a line."

"Maybe I do think that."

"So you think I'm insincere."

"I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock at the door."

"Then are you inviting me in?"

"I'm not sending you away."

"That's more than I expected."

"Is it as much as you hoped?"

Henii leaned in closer. "To hope is to recognize the possibility. I had only dreams."

"Dreams can be dangerous," he cautioned, his face cradled in his hands as he held his gaze locked with hers.

"Not these dreams. I dream of a night sky where your eyes are the stars, and all the peoples of Azeroth worship the night."

Ghorren closed the gap between them even more, a laugh in his voice. "Careful, putting me on a pedestal so high, you might not be able to reach me."

"Then I'll learn to fly. You are the heart of my day, and the soul of my night."

Lorellai cleared her throat. "Um, I'm not sure this is really meh style…"

Ghorren broke his gaze with Henii quickly to glare at the girl, snapping at her to "Hush kid," before turning his attentions back to the Draenei across from him. "Tell me more about my eyes."

Lorellai rolled her eyes and walked away from the table, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks and leaving them to whatever that was.

(Thanks and apologies to the cast and crew of the classic TNG episode "The Dauphin")

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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.)

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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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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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Today is the 30th anniversary of the premiere of Babylon 5. You should go watch it now, or be nibbled to death by... you know, those Earth creatures... feathers... goes quack... Cats!

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For Bragh or Banagan (or any of the others really).

ANONYMOUSLY PESTER MY MUSE!

Annoy them, ask them invasive questions, ask about their rps/ships, send them gifts, whatever you like! 

(Mun may specify things they do not want, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs!)

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Happy New Year (EST) to all my friends and acquaintances!

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Gonna be home for New Year’s? Come join the fun in Booty Bay!

If you prefer staying in the comforts of your own home for New Year's and are looking for something to do, grab a drink (if that’s your thing), and come hang out in Booty Bay!  

Sunday, December 31st 6pm Wyrmrest Accord (PT) Booty Bay Docks, Stranglethorn Vale

This event is not hosted IC by anyone in particular, although if you need an anchor from another server please feel free to join the Hereafter community ----> HERE!

This is meant to be a very chill, no-stress hangout! All factions/servers are welcome to join, but it will be hosted on Wyrmrest Accord (MG start time is 8pm(ish), but come whenever)!

Happy New Year!

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I'm going to be a little busy for the foreseeable future.

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The Celebration

Banagan sat on a rock and glanced around at the crowds that had gathered in the glenn. There were so many individuals from so many different walks of life, all together in this place. And for the first time in what seemed like ages, the mood was relaxed, celebratory.

“You’re sounding tired, son.” 

Banny looked down at the guild stone that all members of the Dawn carried and wonder, not for the first time, how his father could do that.

“I guess I am. A little bit.” A tired smile played across his face. “But it felt important to be here.”

“Understandable. Sounds like a good crowd.”

“There is. I think I saw Khadgar around here somewhere. And of course the Aspects.”

“Any of the Meddlers there?”

“Yeah, they’re around here somewhere.”

“Then why are you wasting time talking to your old man?” There was a quiet chuckle. “You guys helped pull off something big. You should be celebrating with them.”

“I didn’t do that much, dad.”

“Did your group come out alive?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then you did something. You were a part of something important.”

“Yeah, but..”

“Banny, I love you son. But shut up and go be with your friends. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up later.”

“Sure, dad,” Banny answered with a grin, shaking his head. He wasn’t convinced, but he recognized that tone in his father’s voice to know it wasn’t worth the effort to argue. “I’ll go get a drink and find the others.”

“Sounds like a good plan. And if you need anything else, send word and I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing, dad.”

“Safe travels, son.”

“You too, dad.” Banagan looked at the stone for a few more moments before putting it back in the pouch on his belt. Looking up, he scanned the crowds again and spotted one of the makeshift bars that had been set up for the gathering. He made his way over and got a mug of something that was being served. He looked at everyone else around the bar and they seemed to be enjoying the beverage, so he figured it must be good. Stepping away to make room for others, he moved to the other side of the path before taking a drink. It was stronger than he expected, but not bad at all.

“Greetings, paladin. You are enjoying the festivities I hope.”

Banagan lowered his mug and turned towards the voice. Standing beside him was a Highmountain Tauren. However, there was a feeling of power that surrounded the Tauren, strong enough that Banny thought he could reach out and touch it. At that realization, he looked down and gave a little bow.

“I am, Ebyssian. Thank you.”

“Yet you seem troubled.”

“No, Aspect. I mean not really.”

“Should we not celebrate?”

“Oh no. Of course you should. We should.”

The Aspect watched Banagan for a moment before speaking again. “I am not used to such crowds. It is so loud. There is so much energy.”

“Tell me about it,” the young paladin responded quietly, eliciting a slight smile from the Aspect. 

“But this is a deserved celebration. You have accomplished something important.”

“Well, not really me. Others.”

“I was under the impression that you were part of the group that fought. Were you not?”

“I was there, but the others did most of the fighting. I was just trying to help.”

“That is all any of us have been doing. Trying to help.”

“Yeah, but other people did more than I did. They deserve the credit.”

“You were there. You assisted as you were able. Your credit is well earned.”

Banagan looked at the Tauren standing next to him and tried to think of what to say. But before he could find the words, Ebyssian looked over Banagan’s shoulder and then pointed. 

“I believe someone is looking for you.”

Banny looked to where Ebyssian was pointing. Among the tables in the field, he saw a familiar face. Lorellai was waving to him, calling out to join their table. Along with the dwarf were several other members of the Meddlers, enjoying drinks. Banny grinned and nodded before turning back to the Aspect.

“Thank you, sir. I shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

“Of course not. Enjoy.”

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Entering the Atrium

Banagan opened his eyes and looked straight up. Suddenly he was hit with the sensation of suffocating. It took a couple of tries before he could make his lungs take in any air. Finally when they decided to work again, he let out a loud, barking cough before finally drawing in several large breaths. Dazed, he looked from side to side and realized he was flat on his back. But before he could figure any more out, a roar rang out and grabbed his attention.

Looking to his left, he saw a fiery form rushing towards him. Banny’s eyes got wide. He raised up his right hand only to realize that he was no longer holding his mace. It was just in time that he brought his left arm around and lifted his shield to block the Djaradin’s strike. It was a bone-jarring hit that rattle Banny’s head just a little more. He brought his empty hand up to stabilize his shield as the Djaradin brought more and more strikes down against him. He looked around frantically for his mace, finally seeing it a few feet away. He turned his attention back to the wild-eyed enemy who was attempting to splinter the paladin’s shield.

Before he could do anything else, there was a loud explosion. Something struck the giant that stood over Banagan and knocked it to the side. It went down to the ground in a bloodied heap and didn’t rise again. Banagan moved his shield to the side and tried to sit up. Out of nowhere, a female dwarf was next to him and offering a hand.

“Okay there, lad?” the dwarf asked as she helped to pull him up to his feet and patted him on his shoulder.

“Yeah, just a little dazed. Thanks, Lorellai.”

“O’ course. Back at it then?” Lorellai gave a warm smile and gestured with her rifle. “Looks like there’s more for us.”

Banagan looked in the direction she pointed and saw the rest of their group still battling against the enemy forces. Most of them were wearing the familiar tabard of the Meddlers, even if he didn’t recognize all of their faces. He looked back at Lorellai and couldn’t help but nod and smile as well.

“Can’t let them have all the fun, can we?”

“Not at all,” she replied with a grin. Pointing her rifle again, she shot another burst and saw another enemy fall to the ground. Looking at Banny one more time, her confidence never faltering, she then hurried off towards the group with her Hornswog leaping beside her. 

Banagan stepped over and grabbed his mace off the ground. Shaking his head again, in an attempt to get the ringing to stop, he then straightened up his shoulders and ran after her with as much speed as he could muster.

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The battle in the atrium was intense and they were met with several waves of enemies. But the group stayed together and offered a unified force against their brutality. Banagan stayed close to the Meddlers and helped as best he could. He cast every blessing he could think of to heal or protect his fellows, mixing some of them in ways that had never occurred to him before but the heat of battle had him expanding his abilities to think creatively. At one point he brought up his shield and deflected a bolt that was aimed at one of the gnomes, who then returned magical bolts of her own.

Eventually the waves were exhausted and the group secured the entrance to the atrium. Making sure that the immediate area was safe, they grouped together to determine their next move. Banagan and the other healers took the moment to relieve the group of their lingering wounds in preparation for what was next.

It was then that the rogue, who was sent to scout ahead, returned with his report. “They’re torturing an Ancient.”

Banagan glanced around, not entirely sure what that meant, but he noticed that some of the members of their group looked angry. Without any directions, everyone started to readjust their armor and check the condition of their weapons. Banny reached a hand into the pouch on his belt and pulled out a small flask. Taking a swig of the bright blue liquid inside, he shuddered and let out a quick breath before putting the stopper back in the flask and returning it to his pouch.

“Alright. Let’s get ready to move.”

Banagan looked around and shifted his shield a little bit. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the rest started to organize their formation. Then he felt someone tap him on his arm. Turning, he saw Lorellai standing beside him.

“Ready for some more fun, lad?” she asked. She stood there with her rifle resting on her shoulder and her Hornswog sitting beside her. She still had a smile and the paladin briefly wondered if she had ever stopped.  “There’s more of ‘em waiting for us.”

Banagan grinned back and gave a brief chuckle. “Guess we don’t want to be rude.”

“Well, maybe a little rude,” Lorellai responded with a wink.

“Form up,” the command called. “Let’s move out.”

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New Assignment

It seemed to the young paladin that the attacks were non-stop. Banny brought up his shield again as another wave of flame flowed around him. Once it had passed, he could see wisps of smoke curling off of the edges of his tabard, but the rest of his armor seemed none the worse for wear. Lowering his shield so that he could look over it, his eyes widened at the sight of a large bear barreling towards him. 

Banny braced his shoulder against his shield and planted his left foot just before the bear struck his shield. The paladin grunted. He managed to stay upright, but was pushed back several feet by the weight of the attack. Finally, Banny’s foot found a rocky outcropping. His backward momentum stopped, he then turned his shield slightly to the right and rolled to the side of the bear as it continued forward.

The bear planted its paws to stop and then turned to face its enemy. As the bear’s head looked back, Banagan raised his mace and brought it down on the bear’s flank. There was a flash of light as the weapon struck. The bear stood motionless, a dazed look in its eyes. Banagan raised his mace again and brought it down on the momentarily stunned bear. There was another bright flash as the mace struck the head of the bear. It rolled to the ground and was suddenly replaced by an unconscious Druid of the Flame.

Banny took a moment to make sure that the elf was not moving before looking around for any more attacks. The rest of the line seemed to be holding. It was then that he saw his Drakthyr friend, Skold, flying towards him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so. Just a little singed.”

“That is good.” Skold leaned closer to Banagan and spoke quietly. “They let this one pass.”

“Huh?”

“Your acquaintance Jek. He and his friends let this druid slip by them. I believe it was intentional.”

“Of course,” Banny replied with a sigh.

“Should we report this?”

“There’s no point. They’ll deny it and we have no proof.”

“They are dangerous,” Skold said, his tone darkening.

“No disagreement.”

“You could end up injured again by them.”

Banagan was about to respond when a call rang out.

“Form up!”

Banny scanned the area and saw that the enemy was retreating. The line had held and as far as he could tell there were no significant injuries. Coming from the left of the line was the sergeant who had been given charge of this group of people. Once more he called for people to form up around him and everyone began to gather with their eyes glancing towards the direction that the druids had fled.

“Alright listen up! The powers that be have decided to push forward and go after that fel-blasted dragon!”

“Great!” Jek replied, elbowing his friends, all while nodding with a big grin. “We get to see some real action.”

“Maybe some day,” the sergeant responded, frowning a little at being interrupted. “But not today, grunt. You bunch will be guarding the rear, making sure that these druids don’t circle ‘round and trap the main force.”

Jek’s grin fell, obviously disappointed in the orders.

“Larethian, front and center.”

“Sarge?” Banny asked as he moved up through the crowd.

“You’ve been called up. One of the groups going in asked for you specifically.”

“Me?”

“Did I stutter? Get a move on! They’re waiting for you at the forward camp!”

“Right away, sarge.” Banny turned and moved back through the crowd. Skold patted him on the shoulder and wished him luck. As he left the group and went off to grab his mount, he noticed the dark look Jek was giving him. Shrugging, the paladin dismissed it and began a mental inventory of what he had and what he’d need.