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Dennis McNett carving up some new woodcarvings for an upcoming show January 9th at Artists Republic with Kati Williams

Can we just take a moment to stop and appreciate the fact that Maiev did this throw one handed?

Birthday Surprises

The bat bound Illidari woke at his usual time, just when the last bit of sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the world in a cast of color. Not that he could see it. He wished he could, as it had been described to him many times, but it wasn’t something he tended to dwell on. No use. Things just were. Much like today… It was his birthday and nothing was going to change that. Long, painted claws dug their way into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he yawned, and stretched his wings with a small trill of noise. Today would be just like any other day and… Well… He’d just gotten used to that.

Jinx dropped to the bed with a very lazy ‘whump’ of sound after he noticed a significant lack of a certain, massive partner, and he huffed softly. Where could River have gone? Irritation welled inside of him as he lay there with his arms crossed, completely ready to storm his way through the Hold to find the other male. Kore knew the anxiety that was now attached whenever he left Jinx’s line of sight and yet… Here was the Baby Bat without his usual roost. Unacceptable.

He rolled, snagging up some big shirt with the back cut open for his wings, and started to stomp his way toward the door when he paused. Was that… sweets? Ears flicked in a rapid jingle and his head turned in various directions before he located the source of the scent. Cake? When did he get ca–… What was all this?

Painted claws reached to touch a massive cabinet that was definitely not there when he went to bed and the doors were swiftly pulled open to reveal the shelving. Considering the size, it didn’t take long for the bat to realize it’s purpose, and a hand flew to his mouth with a delighted squeak just before he went tearing around the room to find discarded shoes. Everything fit perfectly! His hands were pressed over his heart as he gazed at the lovely display his shoes now rested in before his attention shifted to the other things that sat on his dresser.

Another box? Two boxes. He opened the doors on the smaller box and let his fingers roam the various empty spaces with a pinched brow before the realization it him. Oh! A brilliant smile lit his face and he cooed, attention quickly shifting to the remaining things that were left. Curiosity demanded the gifts be opened with as much delight as possible and he was not disappointed. New make-up in his favorite colors, absolutely packed with glitter, and the added effect of a slight magical embodiment that allowed him to really ‘see’ the intended shade. Caythaes must have gotten this, there was no question, and Jinx made a mental note to smother his best friend in the world with so much affection for this. He adored Kore’s attempted interest in his desire to be pretty, but the poor guy just didn’t really… get it. That was fine, though. He loved him all the same.

The next box was opened and it about brought him to tears as his fingers touched the familiar, if less worn out, cordage on the boots. A replacement pair for the one he lost. He sniffled a bit, now realizing what Kore, and Caythaes, had been up to on Monday. He bit his lip, picked up the cake, and made his way down the row of doors to where he knew the larger male must be hiding. This was too important to be bothered by putting on his face. He didn’t even knock, simply letting himself in, and held the treat aloft in one hand, hip cocked as he also held up the fork that had been left.

“Uhm, excuse me, sir. I have been thoroughly surprised and brought to tears. I also have cake. I can only imagine it is because it is my birthday. As such, I think it’s your job to feed this to me, hm? Because… You know… I love you.” (( super late response to this, but I needed to do it right )) Mentions -  @mekandawn​ @koreriverwood​

Rebuilding Rustberg

Work on the dock started early every morning which suited Kore just fine. The large Illidari preferred to be kept busy, finding the down time between tasks where the time his own demon whispered incessantly. Volgath's constant scratching just under the skin, his restless need to be free, in control, had only worsened once the Legion was broken and the Centurion had found less and less prey to hunt. With no direction, no focus Kore was finding it harder to control the soul he'd trapped years ago. So he sought out his brothers and found the wave and wind battered island.

Perchedon, the commander of the island, seemed to immediately understand seeing the unkempt hunter walk into the Tavern. Not only had be offered Kore a place in the Hold with the rest of the Brother Illidari but had arranged for Kore's size to be put to use, to which Korellan was eternally thankful for. Frankly, he'd never expected to live to see the Legion fall, and was rather bereft on what to do with himself now that they had. What possible use could a frankly monstrous elf have to anyone? As if his size wasn't intimating enough, the wicked claws and lethal bone spikes jutting from his form were just downright unnerving. He had been remade into a hunter of things that went bump in the night...and not much else.

Perhaps that was why it was so odd to see the Demon Hunter not only volunteering to help with the clean up of the most damaged areas but taking orders from the smaller residents like a well trained dog. Mostly he hauled lumber, and debris from sun up till sun down, putting his strength to good use. Was it glamorous? No, but it gave Kore a sense of place and something to keep his mind focused and at the end of the day a dark ale always waited at the Tavern as he caught supper with the rest of the crew. 

It was while working one day that the idea came rather by accident. He'd been hauling a load of old dock wood, too shattered and in disrepair to be of any use anymore, when his claw had caught on a plank. The soft wood curled as the claw sank, leaving a furrow along its surface. The blind hunter tilted his head this way and that, unable to see exactly what he's done but able to feel it. He scratched again raking all four along the plank and feeling the damage left. Huh....

A memory surfaced of a time long, long ago when he'd still been a man. The smell of fresh cut pine and wood dust, his father sitting hunched over a workbench, his little brother usually making a mess of tools and precut poles. Riverwood, they used to be called. Named for the find craftsmanship of their woodworking that was damn near an art form. One of his father's tables made with color-stained glass could go for thousands of gold if sold to the right noble.

It had been a long time since Korellan had been a Riverwood. He'd given up the name and the craft when his Prince had ordered him to the Black Temple for Illidan's training. Now all that remained was a simple pet name of 'River' that Jari affectionately called him. But.... he gave up the name to become a hunter, and now he didn't even have that. He was rudderless, without direction or idea on what to do with his life now. But that did present a very unique opportunity that only had one answer. Anything. 

"Hey boss!" Kore called over the din of hammering and grunting men. "What are we doing with this old wood?" "Naw'tin. Bound for firewood prob'ly." The human called back only sparing a quick glance up at the Hunter and the pile of scrap before resuming his hammering. Kore looked back at the pile of splintered aged wood, barely able to make out the outline in the shifting grey-ness that was non-magical things. "You mind if I take a few?" The foreman just waved a dismissive hand before remembering the Illidari couldn't truly see such a gesture. "Do as ye like!" That evening when the others went up to supper Kore stayed behind picking through the scrap pile, carefully feeling every plank. ‘Too rotted, too broken, bad grain, terrible knot, barnacle covered....’ Eventually he found three good sized pieces which he carried off to his quarters in the Hold. After that the Illidari could be seen sitting in the sand down by the shore on his days off, turning blocks of wood over and over in his large hands. Sometimes taking a piece of sturdy leather to the wood, rubbing clumps of sand across the surface only to brush it away, feel the wood, and start again.

Four days later when Ajarik went to the Aviary to check on his little bats he'd find the newest addition, a carved wooden bat, hanging from a beam. The tiny orphans pups seemingly having taken a shine to their friend as they piled in the hollow of its wings, cuddling into the warmth they provided. A thank you for his flamboyant brother, and dearest friend.

A week later the second craft was found on the bar top in the Tavern with no note or explanation, a plaque baring two ravens perched inside a Triquetra. An offering to the Town that had welcomed the Illidari without so much as a second thought.

(( Mentions: @jinxandjingles @perchedon @heartoftheravenwra ))

A Nice pic of a Fel lord from World of Warcraft Legion

This one was abit hard to draw but after who knows how many times i got him just right!

Fel lord belongs to @blizzard-games

Artwork belongs to me @colordrake

“Important info”

If you use these pics for anything please give credit to me thank you”

Romance and friendship ship asks

1. When you RP a ship do you prefer to make everything be smooth sailing all the time or do you allow conflicts to arise?

2. Do you like to RP smut when you RP a ship?

3. Do you like to plan a ship out or just let it happen?

4. Do you prefer monogamous or poly ships?

5. Are there any characters that you want a ship for?

6. Do you like friend with benefits ships?

7. Have you ever regretted a ship, romantic or otherwise?

8. Do you like to be friends with the people you have ships with?

9. What do you look for in a writing partner for ships?

10. Do you think romantic ships should be longterm?

11. How do you handle an absent RP partner that you have a ship with?

12. How often do you think people should RP when they have ships together?

13. Do you RP out all interactions or do you assume some things happen ‘off-screen’ with your ships?

14. Is there anyone you know that you want to have an RP ship with (romantic, friendship, hateship, rival, ect.)?

15. What’s the most important thing you’ve learned when it comes to RPing ships?

Excessive Muse Workup

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

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

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

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

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

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

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

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

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

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

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

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

What is their biggest regret?

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

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

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

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

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

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

What makes them feel guilty?

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

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

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

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

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

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

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

How do they express love?

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

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

Wooden Plantation-Grown Plywood Hammock,

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