#sunrunnerrs

[dananickerson]

Taken last year when I was hoping for a few clouds in the sky for sunrise. I'll take clear skies any day now!

[shadowsblades]

airlia vc: puts a red rose in her hair for love week c: <3

UNSOLICITED ASKS ↳ @sunrunnerrs

          The rose’s stem, clipped of its thorns, scrapes lightly against her scalp to lie in the crook where her long ear joins her head, the agitated twitch the former gives in response ( amplified in the accompanying shake of her head ) testament more to Valeera’s frustration with the ordeal than any irritation the cool, barely-there weight imposes. The red nestled against her temple, prominent in the periphery of her sight, isn’t so different from her usual vision of her hood, but if she appreciates the shade she does not it’s connotations. Flowers are not her thing, and she can feel already the mocking stares it will inspire in the Keep, despises how it will soften the adult formidability she attempts to cloak herself in.  

          The moment Airlia steps back, Valeera brushes past her for the mirror, her mind made up even before she views in the reflection her own rebellious visage and the fragile petals that contradict it, plucked immediately from her head, “Not happening.”

[earthbinder-a]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 @sunrunnerrs​ asked :    11 bc its my fav number

𝟏𝟏. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?   a lot of things. if it meant the greater good, for the horde or azeroth as a whole, he would give his life in a heartbeat. if you think about it he already has. or if it came to protecting his family  ( s/o or child specifically )  he would readily give his life - same goes for some close friends like baine or vol’jin  ( cries )  if given the opportunity and that’s truly the ONLY option he has. thrall isn’t one to throw his life around willy nilly for others unless it’s for something, or someone, that is pretty important to him.

[shxwmaster]

@sunrunnerrs / @gilneamanes sent: “You thought I was dead?” liam vc

—

     “ You are. ”

     By all accounts, Liam Greymane is supposed to be dead.

     To see and hear him can only mean a number of things — all of which were worst-case scenarios.

     Pallor and confused, the Spymaster shifts defensively. This is some kind of trick, certainly — he draws one of his blades, pointing it towards Liam with a grimace. Liam is dead. This is a ruse, a horrible tactic or joke to have him walking here, and Shaw takes no chances.

     “ Who and what are you really? ” He demands. “ You have a lot of nerve walking around wearing his likeness! Don’t take me for a fool — Why are you here? ”

[lightsblade]

            exhaustion  and  stress  weight  heavily  upon  the  paladin’s  stiff ,    broad  shoulders .     this  supply  caravan  should  have  departed  hours  ago  and  yet  here  it  sits ,    unmanned  and  not  even  a  quarter  filled  with  the  medical ,    food  and  weapon  supply  she  had  promised  the  auchenai  at  shattrath  city .     had  it  been  the  incompetence  of  her  own  camp    (   and  it  never  is ,    for  she  doesn’t  suffer  the  kind  of  fools  who  allow  this  to  happen   ) ,    she  could  have  loaded  it  herself  and  sent  it  off  with  a  small  patrol  of  her  knights .     but  no ,    this  grievous  error  comes  from  the  unorganized  lot  at  vol’jin’s  pride  and  as  such ,    the  gods - damned  supplies  haven’t  even  arrived  at  her  camp !     the  thin  line  between  vexation  and  boiling  anger  dissolved  long  ago ,    the  evidence  found  in  the  tense  backward  jut  of  her  ears  as  she  wears  a  dip  into  the  path  with  her  pacing .     she  has  to  direct  the  anxious  energy  somewhere ,    else  she  unfairly  aims  it  at  one  of  her  own  that  deserves  no  part  in  the  blame .

            more  time  passes  and  with  no  sign ,    no  word  at  all  from  the  other  camp ,    she  has  no  choice  but  to  take  this  into  her  own  hands .     light  help  every  soul  at  vol’jin’s  pride ,    for  her  wrath  will  not  be  forgiving .     she  snarls  as  she  rips  an  arcane - lit  lantern  from  a  post  and  makes  her  way  down  the  small  path  to  the  stables  where  redemption ,    ol’  reliable  red ,    awaits  her  and  on  her  way ,    she  snatches  the  nearest  champion  by  the  back  plate  of  their  armor  as  she  passes  by  and  drags  them  with  her .

            ❝     you ,    grab  your  steed .     you’re  coming  with  me  to  vol’jin’s  pride .     ❞

██   ▪ ◞  *   ☼          @sunrunnerrs​ :   for  nera !   //    s . c .

[middenwake]

"I'm asking you this because we're friends and because I keep forgetting to ask Anduin -- I mean. I've never met Anduin. But if I did I'd probably forget to ask him four times." Glossing past the fact that she's a horrible liar, Cinna stared at him in utmost seriousness "Is it hard for you to hear with ears that small?" // @sunrunnerrs​

ATTENTION PIQUED in curiosity , flynn’s focus rounding to cinna , too FLATTERED by her affirmation of their FRIENDSHIP to pick up on any lack of genuine HONESTY in her words ; she LOOKS so sincere---

though at her question his expression FALLS , a sort of deadpan look now that he meets her with , all unimpressed lines & threat of a POUT playing at the corner of his mouth ;

                                  “ i can certainly hear your TAUNTING just fine. ”

[wintermajesty]

Star Trek: The Next Generation Starters // ACCEPTING    ↳ @sunrunnerrs​​ ( Cinna ) said:  “And the next thing I knew, all three of them were on me and I was fighting for my life.“ A very dramatic and slightly embellished tale by Cinna

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇  𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,  the  Queen  received  her  tale.  Still  as  winter  (  though  no  less  attentive  )  she  sat,  and  through  it  all  she  noted  the  Hunter's  excitement  —  the  flourish  of  her  hands,  the  twitch  of  her  long  ears,  a  lingering  sparkle  in  her  eyes  from  the  hunt.  Not  unlike  the  bearing  of  her  attendants,  the  ladies  of  her  court  who  fluttered  to  and  fro.  Truly,  she  belonged  among  the  Night  Fae;  if  not  upon  the  Star  Lake  Amphitheater's  stage.

"...That  sounds  like  quite  the  ordeal,"  she  said,  when  at  last  the  opportunity  arose.  "I'm  pleased  to  see  you  returned  unharmed.  Ardenweald  grows  stronger  with  your  every  victory...but  you  should  not  hasten  to  join  the  Shadowlands  proper."

[dananickerson]

Nothing like crawling over rocks with one hand, the other precariously holding to the tripod. The first spot I set up, there was an older woman out on her deck watching the sunrise alone. I said "hello, don't mind me" from a distance. She did not see me or pay attention at all. I was close enough to be awkward as she still wasn't talking. As I was taking photos of the sunrise I look and she had headphones in. I said "hey, I don't want to startle you". Again no response. She was taking photos on her phone. I decided to go quietly find another spot which resulted in this shot. I don't think she ever knew I was ever there... However I did leave my coffee behind on her deck railing. I ran back to get it as I was leaving. Definately felt like a creeper that day!

[blightmagic]

@sunrunnerrs​   ASKED   :   ‘   you   figure   if   i’m   scared   of   you   ,   you   can   trust   me   ?   ’

                    at   this   ,   her   posture   goes   rigid   .   the   banshee   queen   stands   still   as   death   itself   ,   only   the   tip   of   an   ear   flicking   as   a   long   moment   of   silence   stretches   out   between   them   .   “   ‘   TRUST   ’   is   such   a��  dangerous   word   —-   ”   her   teeth   clench   against   it   ,   but   she   is   careful   to   keep   her   expression   schooled   and   inscrutable   .   “   —-   and   your   FEAR   would   hardly   be   misplaced   .   ”

                    something   akin   to   amusement   flickers   across   pale   features   ,   mouth   twisting   to   one   side   .   THE   DARK   LADY   OF   THE   FORSAKEN   ,   BANSHEE   QUEEN   ,   and   WARCHIEF   OF   THE   HORDE   ...   her   titles   alone   should   be   enough   to   warrant   both   fear   and   respect   .   whether   or   not   her   companion   should   be   foolish   enough   to   disregard   them   is   another   matter   entirely   ,   but   it   earns   her   a   quiet   laugh   ,   all   the   same   ,   that   leaves   her   voice   soft   when   next   she   speaks   .

                    “   —-   but   can   i   ?   ...   trust   you   ?   ”

[warwaged-archive]

Does Tyrande like chocolate

(     *     VALENTINE���S DAY ALPHABET   ! 

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Not particularly! She likes it but she doesn’t love it, and I’d say she’s pretty selective. Anything that’s too sweet just isn’t for her. Dark chocolate is her favorite.

[earthbinder-a]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ↪ @sunrunnerrs​ ( for whichever muse you feel fits best ! ) young volcanoes ― fall out boy.

❝ tonight, the foxes hunt the HOUNDS. ❞

[ilianchant]

♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with

answered here!  throw your muses at me aera this is a we love and cherish ocs zone

source: MUNDAY | @sunrunnerrs

[shxwmaster]

@sunrunnerrs said: It had always been a matter of time before Cinna got caught slinking around Stormwind, "I have a note from Anduin that says I can be here! See he signed it." It even had a little smiley face next to his name.

— 

     The Spymaster is not impressed.

     He stands rigid, not a wink of emotion displaying on his hardened face as he carefully assesses the blood elf he’d just caught right where she absolutely did not belong. A profile slowly builds as he rakes for details, and, at least, this appeared to be a relatively non-hostile encounter.

     He hopes it stays that way.

     Shaw folds his arms over his chest, quirking a brow. “ And I’m supposed to believe you? ” Armistice or not, anyone is a potential threat. “ Explain yourself — What reason do you have being so far from home, and why shouldn’t I just toss you in the Stockades for it? ”

[redeeming-sun]

cinna vc: um. so. we really needed to get into that town but they didn't want to let us in but the mayors daughter thought you were cute so i said you'd take her on a date if they let is us and we're in now so. have... fun... BYE

sunrunnerrs // Cinna

She was joking.

She had to be. It was a joke. Because there was no way she would...

Oh but wouldn’t she?

“You didn’t.” Arator stated, and then stared at her as he awaited her response. Her reassurance that hahaha it was that trickster holiday and she was just joking.

[middenwake]

"FLYNN WAKE UP THERE'S AN ICEBERG." there's not. // surprise love !! // @sunrunnerrs​

IT’S REFLEXIVE, to shoot awake at the sound of someone calling his name in PANIC--- flynn jolts upwards in his cot , tangling blankets ‘round his legs & nearly TOPPLING OFF to the hard wooden floor below---    ---but he DOES manage to catch himself, feet hitting the ground as well as but ONE palm, this of which he uses to catch his balance, taking half his bedding with him---          & he finds the ship STILL. & it comes QUICK, the recollection that they’re not due to SHIP OUT for some time yet---

still , to soothe his SKEPTICISM , flynn pads barefoot towards the door of his quarters, giving her a SUSPICOUS look in passing. in opening the door & glancing outwards , he’s met with the lightening dawn spread above clear waters from where they’ve taken PORT in BORALUS.

                                                        “ ...the iceberg isn’t HERE, is it. ”

[diguerra-moved]

cinna voice: are you going to eat that?

IC ASKS I ASKED YOU ALL TO SEND. // I still want IC asks thanks.

From another the question may have been deemed rude, specially in light that he wasn’t, in fact, done with his meal; pause had not been lengthy one, or in the least had not felt like it. Added offense, perhaps, the place they were in: tastefully decorated in way only the sin’dorei were able to, from the comfortable and neat ambience to the offered menu, the establishment had an obvious air of grandeur; and question, so bluntly asked, quite clashed with environment as a whole. 

Aethas may have been caught up in conversation longer than he had minded, though (it wouldn’t be the first time); and if he wasn’t, the question still does not offend when coming from the youngest Sunrunner. It wouldn’t offend coming from any of them, in truth; but neither of the other two are as likely to do it, not as naturally or as enthusiastically manner as Cinna does.

“I do intend to eat that,” Negative is a light one, colored by amusement; it was refreshing to have one so carefree around for once. Still, he is quick to amend himself before disappointment settles. “but if you are still hungry, then by all means feel free to order some more food, Cinna.”