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Anyone else think this during the Jurassic World trailer? Chris Pratt is a hunter!?

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(( How I’ve been feeling lately. Keep up the great RP, everyone. Ideas will come back eventually, right? ))

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Low level dungeon in World of Warcraft.

Join The Lab!

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

questions about your character.

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♠! :D

(( I’ve actually been struggling a lot with RP lately. You’d think someone who’s been doing it, like, ten years would figure out a system, but nope!

I guess it’s a reflection of life right now: sporadic and unpredictable. I’m working on a plotline right now and betting out some tumblr posts as best I can so stay tuned for more! :D))

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For the sake of Munday!

Symbols:

🌱 : Do you carry a bag/pouch with you every time? 🌲 : How do you celebrate Holidays? 🌳 : Favourite Country or any place you want to visit? 🌴 : What’s you’re favourite fruit shake? 🌵 : A fan of hot weather or nah? 🌷 : What’s your type of flower? 🌸 : Opinions on laws? 🌹 : Favourite person? 🌺 : Something you appreciate/treasure? 🌻 : The one thing that lights up your day! 🌼 : Something you like on people? 💐 : That one person you love very much! 🌾 : Something gone that you miss very much. 🌿 : Something new that makes you feel renewed/fresh. 🍀 : A belief you believe in that makes you lucky! 🍁 : What’s your motto? 🍂 : Your strongest point? 🍃 : Your weakest point?

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send a ♠ for a mun fact

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A Road to Somewhere

Where does this road take us?

Lost In The Jungle

The jungles of Gorgrond were beautiful. So full of life. The heat was unbearable. So full of things wanting to take your life. Uneven ground, puddles of mud and water, thorns and gripping roots, plants that wanted to take your energy, bugs, monsters... so much life among a place of such danger and death.

The outskirts were quiet. There was no light but for that swirling from Rhia’s torch. It painted the edge of the jungle with flickering shadows and dancing reflections. Rhia had some small memory of this place, a great fear lodged in her heart that dug deeper with every rumor and story of strangled soldiers among the plants and creeping, twisted monsters made from a medley of thorn and orc

But that fear was behind her now. The Light would guide her with its fire, as it had guided her through the furnace and the coals and the trains and the dead.

The heat was unbearable.

Trapped in the foundry...

Unbearable Heat and a Will to Survive

The foundry was no linear hellhole. There was no single exit. Many floors, stacked upon each other connected through a hive of stairs, elevators, and shafts. One was as likely to find a dead as a window to the fresh air. The mines were deep, spider-webbing the great pit, and the towers were just as tall. 

Through the entire foundry pulsed a heat, throbbing and everlasting, from the heart of the mountain. There was no cool air or chilly respite anywhere. At first it was unbearable and almost painful. Many of the weaker prisoners simply died, their bodies overheating. Others grew stronger, tempered by the flames. The heat no longer bothered them and, given time, they used the temperature to gauge how close or far they were from the core of the foundry. 

Now, during the prisoner’s revolt in junction with the adventurer’s attack, Rhia used it to escape. Armed with only a hunk of metal and the Light, the paladin retreated from the fighting to find one of the back tunnels. There were shafts, vertically dug, to transfer supplies or ore or even magma from between levels. She’d climb into one and use it to climb to a higher level and reach the adventurers and the exit and the sun. 

There was just the problem of climbing one and choosing one that wasn’t full of magma.

The paladin passed several giving off waves of heat before finding one, and in desperation, slipping in to examine the shaft; echoes of battle behind her were growing louder and the last thing Rhia wanted was to be caught again. Far above another entrance gave faint light, and below, only darkness. With an angry sigh she dropped her only weapon and gripped the wall firmly to make her way up. 

It was dark and dangerous but it was her only option...

The Tunnel and the Fire Within

It was slow going; the light was very faint and one loose rock meant a long, long fall. The Light had plans for her yet, she could not give in to the darkness and the heat. So she climbed. 

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the tunnel, and an orc thrown through the hole created by the blast hurtled past, bouncing off the walls into darkness. Rhia, panicked and breathing fast, pressed to the wall in case debris fell. Hit only by a few scattered pebbles, the climb continued, albeit a bit more shaky. 

The tunnel brightened when Rhia was halfway up, and with a sigh of relief she turned her head upwards to check how much farther. She was greeted with the source of the light and a wave of that unbearable heat she hated: a stream of lava had erupted from the hole the explosion made. The paladin had maybe fifteen seconds before it covered the entrance she was climbing to. Struggling to propel herself up the rocky wall faster, Rhia clambered higher and higher, squinting her eyes against the heat. 

With a heave and a grunt, she threw herself upwards through the entrance seconds before the lava covered it and Rhia felt a burst of heat behind her. With scraped, bleeding hands and sore feet, she clamored up and surveyed the room before her. 

By the Light, not the trains, not the trains, not the trains...

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reblog this if you want a LONG (or short) anonymous message saying what they think of you.

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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Blood and sand and blood and ashes and blood and flames. 

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Great post hon - you should give credit for the lyrics used though

(( :-) I linked the song in the first line of the post! ))

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I See Fire

I see fire

How long had it been? Work was timeless. Eating, sleeping, working, all happened when they wanted. There was no way to keep track of it. Life and death were the flip of a coin toss every day. 

If the furnaces ran too low, then they would chose of of them, one of us, to throw in, to set an example. At first Rhia found the practice was horrific, but eventually it passed with a cloud of soot. Prisoners didn’t burn as well as coal, but coal couldn’t carry itself to the furnace. Nonsense. All of it was nonsense.

Now I see fire Inside the mountain

The heat was oppressing. At first, Rhia hated it. She hated the fire, the way it burned it, hurt her, and branded her. She hated her dependency on it. Without it, she would die, and with it, she wished she would die. It would almost be easier. In the beginning, that’s all she thought of when the sparks reached her eyes and soot filled her lungs. Death. It took a long time for Rhia to see fire for what it was: another form of the Light; its retribution, its anger, and its unquenchable rage. The Furnace was Hell, and the Light was salvation. It cleansed them of soot and of ash and rendered their physical forms to dust so that the spirit may rise free from the cold-metal chains the Furnace produced. Nonsense gave way to desperate hope. Reason was discarded for devotion. The Light would see her through.

I see fire Burning the trees

Fire was everything. Fire did not burn it, it reprimanded her. Be careful, it said. Watch yourself. 

The day they brought they trees from Gorgrond in was the worst. The smell and the ash reminded Rhia of her home long ago, deep in the woods of Ashenvale, where her son had been burned alive when the region was torn apart by fire elementals. But he had not been burned, no he had been saved from the strife of this world and others, of Azeroth and Draenor and Outland and beyond. His soul had been freed before it would become tainted... So that he would not become as his mother, trapped eternally in this damnation of coals and furnaces and billowing smoke and choking ashes. She swore if she got the chance she would burn these orcs alive, to purify them with the flames of the Light.

And I see fire Hollowing souls

The orcs found another prisoner smuggling letters out somehow and burnt him alive, slowly. It reminded Rhia of a hog the Phoenix Guard had cooked and shared, spinning slowly over a fire, and a bottle of wine and a portal... But they were nothing now, nothing but smoke-shifting memories illuminated by the light of the forges, silenced by the roars of the trains. There were few of them left now, the prisoners, with bowed head and a quiet understanding of their place in this Hell. Rhia, among them, thrived. The coal fueled the furnaces which fueled her, and when the fires danced in her eyes, it was but a vision of the Light to her. She’d burn them all, the demons and the darkness and the orcs, she’d burn them all away with the Light and its flames.

I see fire Blood in the breeze

New sounds echoed through the furnace this morning. Clashing, clanging, fighting. Screams of dying. And, above all, the roars of the flames. The prisoners, old and new, strong and weak, gathered around, scrounging for weapons where they could. They’d fight for their freedom or die feeding the fire.

Among them stood a sin’dorei, clutching a long hunk of metal and smiling to herself. She was dirty with soot, her hair jagged and black, but her eyes gleaming an ominous green. It was her time, the fire was burning for her today, and she’d use it to burn them all away, all of the orcs, and the demons, and the darkness and the dragons and the orcs and she’d burn them all and the Light would save her and purify her and she would be free.

And I hope that you remember me

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dont mind me i’ll just be on my way…

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When you’re the only healer and everyone around you needs healing.

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"Why am I in combat"

- said at least 50 times while playing World of Warcraft