#worren

[worrentigre]

@thetaleofoldmanmaruud Now the master, but forever a student. For the glory of Rhalgr.

[reasonsmandy]

You guys I'm so SO SO IN LOVE with this one, that's why it got so fucking long bc I couldn't stop writing it... I hope u like it, pls lmk your thoughts 🫶🏾

[luvsamnta]

Hoy fui al Doctor y sorry pero perdi mi potencial de maddyson montgomery y me veia horrible wn pero estaba pal pico si wn me enferme por tragona ahora estoy en mi cama viendo la saga de el conjuro siento q lorrein worren es toda una heroina con su esposo porque ellos veian casos muy cuaticos pero enfin en cama y ahora con fiebre puta la wea

[onebigsimp]

alr this is my first time ever requesting any thing so im sorry if its not in the right place BUT. could you do a Lorraine Worren x reader when reader is working for the Worrens but also has a secret relationship with Lorrain behind Eds back. please and thank you:)

Sorry anon! You are in the right place! But I'm not comfortable with infidelity/cheating, especially with married couples.

I have a couple friends who've been cheated on and it's nothing to be romanticized.

You can ask for something else I'd you'd like!

[erismerald]

This to are so perfect

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Jordan: Ok Worrens leí tu carta veamos para que me llamaste <=^ (entra al viejo estudio)

El es jordan hermano de worrens hace mucho trabajaba en el viejo estudio con el y otros trabajadores pero por razones personales tubo que dejar por un tiempo el estudio hasta que le llegó una carta de parte de worrens pidiéndole que volviera para un asunto importante

Jordan acepto volver al viejo estudio pero no sabe que después de tantas cosas que pasaron le espera una trágica aventura....

Jordan: cielos el lugar está lleno de tinta ay alguien aquí <=l???

[beansnake]

commission for @worrentigre!

[tigreartcommissions]

Sprite set of my character Worren Tigre by ratmom (@Ratmom#3479 on Discord)

[liane-animatromo]

Here's you go! Worren (I don't know if it's an "An or en his name). He turned out easier to draw that I expected. By the way, THIS IS FUN and I LOVE doing art trades! SO WORTH IT! @lord-bonster

[worrentigre]

A master’s prayer

Worren Tigre, now ordained as a master by Elder Singing Stream the Tamer, is now beginning his monastic studies at a higher level.  However, with much of the written history lost in the purge and occupation, he decides to begin recording his own knowledge and beliefs, starting with a prayer:

Translation:  What is the opposite of death?  Some would say life, but that would be wrong. Birth is the opposite of death.  Life is the vehicle to which drives us from one state to the other.  Life here on this land, and our travel through the Life Stream. Destruction does not mean death.  Destruction makes way for new life and new growth!  Therefor, the destroyer stimulates birth.  Birth of a new nation and new people.  It is up to us to grow and give life, so that his people thrive.  With that said, let us pray.

“Oh, great and powerful Rhalgr.  The Destroyer.  The Arbiter.  We gather here to continue to bring glory to your name, not by fighting for earthly wealth or hubris, but by guiding and protecting your people.  Nurturing them so that they may grow and also bring praise upon your name.  May you help us bring birth to those who worship you, so that we may remain strong enough to bring death upon those who would bring harm to them.  In Levin's name we pray, and may you guide our steps... and our fists.”

@moralistcyclops @syelirakaisuri @shizu-moshroca @interdimensionalpeacekeeping @florihilda @chiyohoshi @fyrrdetelemagna @crooked-tarot-rp @thetaleofoldmanmaruud @nhara-tia @supermeganick

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[astraladvent]

Caden and Sarij paid a visit to Worren Tigre at the Tiger Palace within the Goblet to see if the businessman would be interested in a contract with the Agency. The store was strange to them, but they soon grew to appreciate its design. After hearing the wide range of services Worren offered, Caden agreed to draw up a proposal for him to peruse. In the meantime, Worren was given a company pearl so that he could stay in touch. All in all, it was a productive outing. 

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

TEQUILA AND DAIKIRI

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with coco in where you two are best friends and one night you got drunk and go to his house and kiss him and you tell that you love him and he is like in shock and you thing he doesn’t love you back so you run away and you start ignoring him preventing from realreal heartbreak

Word Count: 1.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes

Tag list: @starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​ @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Are you sure...?” Ez asks again whilst you're taking off the helmet with some difficulties, because you drunk too much. More than usual.

You nod very convinced, while he turns his gaze from the building where Coco lives, to you. He shrugs his shoulders, taking the helmet to hang it in the handlebar. Ez turns off the motorbike when you're inside the hall, going upstairs to the flat you know by heart. The mexican and you met like ten years ago, being in inseparable since then but some months ago you started to feel something else, something bigger, for him. You think it's happened in a Mayan party, when you found yourself laying on his lap with both arms around his neck and his wrapping your body, with some fingers traveling over a side of your left thigh so kindly that melted you, your beliefs and your whole soul.

Your knuckles hit the main door, more loudly than you could think being partially deaf because of the music that was playing in the pub. You wait for some seconds till you see some light under the door. Coco opens it, rubbing his eyes kinda sleepy without wearing a shirt. You gawk at the tattoos on his chest, until he slaps your forehead with his fingers.

“Yo! Mami, it's five am, 'foc' is wro—”.

Before you let him to finish the sentence, your lips collides with his placing both arms on his neck. The kiss it's weird and a little uncomfortable, but he tastes like tequila and that's really good. Pulling him away looking at his face you know it wasn't a good idea. He's bewildered staring at you with pursed lips as you kiss them. Raising your right forefinger, trying to say something, you decide to turn over your sneakers to run away downstairs even if he's calling you, telling you to wait for him. You don't look back, down the avenue, while your legs are burning because of the fast steps going to your house.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You growl squeezing in pain with the sheets tangled in your almost naked body. The sun is on, illuminating your room in a unpleasant way. Hiding your head with the pillow, you snort heavy because of the headache hitting you thanks to the hangover. You know that what happened last night it wasn't a dream, nor a nightmare. Anyway, you confirm that fact when, after palming the bed, you find your phone. There are thirty-six missed calls and seventeen text from Coco. Turning off the wifi to avoid the double blue check, so he can't know you read them, you open the conversation.

(05:03) 💬: (Y/N) ????

(05:06) 💬: where r u ????

(05:06) 💬: pick up ma calls!

(05:11) 💬: you ok ???

(05:15) 💬: d fuc u did ???

(05:16) 💬: r u drunk mami ??

(05:19) 💬: why u kiss meee

(05:31) 💬: where r u ????????

(05:33) 💬: why don u answer

(05:33) 💬: am callin 911

(05:47) 💬: shit

(05:47) 💬: d fuc is wron wth u ??

(06:08) 💬: (Y/N) hello ?????????

(06:15) 💬: r u dead ????

(06:36) 💬: did u fockin mix tequila nd daikiri again ????

(09:43) 💬: yo u r worren me

(09:43) 💬: im comen 2 ur house u little fockin craze bech

The last message makes jump the pillow over your head to the floor. The door is almost closed and you can hear the tv on with some action movie on it. You sob because of the pain lashing your head and the shame is consuming you. Getting out of the bed, praying it's Angel who is there, you grab a shirt wearing it, sticking your head out the frame. You sob again when you find Coco staring at you, closing the door as if he didn't see you. Dragging your back down through it, you sit on the floor with your knees against your chest being surrounded by your arms.

The man pushes the door a little, but you close it again. Hearing him sighing, you shake your head.

“We have to talk”.

“Get outta' ma' house, Coco”. You blub without tears filling your eyes, just making the sound.

“That's all? You come to mine, kiss me and you're not gonna say anythen'?”

No words. You can't answer him. You're regretting what you did 'cause you thought he could feel something too. But, by the way he didn't move, nor kissed you back. The next thing you can hear is the main door being closed loud with a dry hit. You're fucked. You fucked up ten years of relationship in three seconds.

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Two days passed since he left your house and you wrote Taza to ask him to change your turn at the car scrapping, so you don't have to work with Coco. And even you think that the talk it's something that will not happen, you're very, very, very wrong.

After finish your turn, when the moon is almost on top of the sky, you go out of the office downstairs seeing the mexican sitting on your bike and smoking a cigar with a no-friends-face. He's kinda angry, upset and tired of being running behind you the last days, till he finally get the perfect opportunity. You're wearing your helmet, giving him the silent treatment and checking your pocket looking for your keys.

“I got them”. He says raising his free hand, with them on his palm. “And 'am not gonna give you, if you don' talk to me”.

“There's a beautiful night with a lot of stars”. You play fool, actually talking to him as he wants.

“Why you kissed me, ah?”

“I was drunk”.

“Yea', but I know you drunk and you didn' try before”.

“For god's sake, Coco, forget it. It was just a fuckin' kiss”.

“No, it wasn't”. He says shaking his head and having a smoke. “You told me you love me”.

“I didn'”.

“Yea', when I was helping you to get outta your dress”.

You frown, gasping and trying to say something else. But you're getting so nervous that you can fall down unconscious.

“'Course I love you, you're ma' best friend, idiot”.

“Not in tha' way, shithead”.

“Wha' you wanna hear, uh?” You ask crossing your arms and curling a leg. “Yea', 'am fuckin' in love with you, but who cares? You're not. Easy. I get it. Get outta 'fuck of my bike. I'm tired and I wanna go home to keep rolling in my misery”. Taking away your keys and pushing him, you sit on.

“Who the fuc' said I'm not? 'Cause I didn'”.

Turning your head at him in slow motion, you wrinkle your nose, shaking your head for a second as if you didn't hear what you actually heard.

“'Don' know. Maybe your rude texts? The fuck you did? The fuck is wrong with you? Why you kiss me?”

“I though' you lost a bet with the fuckin' boy scout”.

“What da'... Why I... Are you fuckin' stupid?”

“No, you are! You're the one who's giving me the back!”

You sigh taking off the helmet to put it in the handle bar, as you do with your leather gloves. You're gaze is down, staring at the keys in the lock, unable to look at him. You didn't act as you should and now you don't know what is worse.

“I'm sorre'”. You mutter looking him sideways.

“Yea', you better did, bech'. 'Cause I didn' fuc' anyone for one year waitin' you and you kissed me in a weak moment”.

“Jesus Christ, Johnny!” You start to laugh loudly with your hands on your lap, licking your lips. “Sweet Jesus Christ... You're a fuckin' moron, I swear to god”.

“Move your fuckin' pretty ass to ma' house, mami. Dare to do agai' what you did last night”.

“I accept that bet, Coconut”.

[berryarmstrong]

Finished a commission for Worren Tigre of Balmung, featuring his Highlander monk of the same name! I really really enjoyed colouring the skin on this one!

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Worrens "i am me"

Listo X3

Bendy: 🎶Mark your spot the sing a Devil's coming un hot don't be afraid🎶 |=}

Worrens: >=/

[coeurlkin]

The Invisible City, one of Wyra’to’s favoured locations for his personal meditations, was chosen for a training exercise between the students of the Lightning Fang and those who had been under the tutelage of one Worren Tigre. Both sets of fighters traded blows in what Wyra’to had hoped would prove to be an illuminating session for his own pupils, as well as to foster good relations between all those who would take up the mantle of fistfighter, be they of the faith or otherwise. (featuring E’koda Barococo, Igni Quintessence, Iona Falconsoul, Dobela Bela, Ceredan Brooks, Borteni Efriette and W’yllm Tia!)