kinds of pairings i’m all about
- height differences
- high contrasting designs like light and dark colors
- happy one with the grumpy one
bonus points if
- the grumpy one gets embarrassed by kisses
- the short one is the grumpy one
- the happy one’s presence makes the grumpy one really shy
- LAUGHING SO HARD OVER THE MOST RIDICULOUS SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, CLUTCHING THEIR STOMACHS, SNORTING AND STRUGGLING TO BREATHE
- Person A leaving tHIGH HICKEYS ON PERSON B (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)
- BOTH OF THEM BEING THE BEST FRIENDS THAT EVERYONE JUST ASSUMES IS A COUPLE AND NO…
Commission for Sparrow!
Akraluu the nerd.
ps books make great props.
i already gushed way too hard on skype about this so i’ll keep it simple right here
its so perfect
your art is perfect
What an adorable little shit.
Imagine your otps.
Imagine them at the end of their missions.
Imagine them going on with their lives.
Imagine them creating new traditions for themselves, like breakfast in bed, or sleeping late one day, taking a walk when the weather is nice or curling up by the fire when it snows.
Imagine them having a normal life after everything they’ve been through.
Imagine them happy and safe.
Known for their Arcanist roots and strong ties to magic, House Firestorm rise to power was through the force and driven ambition of its paternal founding member – Vaelindor Firestorm – a feared and powerful mage whose strength resided primarily in the art of arcane and pyromancy. To the west of Quel’thalas along a mountainside lied their ancestral home – Shallowbrook – a fortified fortress at the peak of a high mountain that oversees much of their lands below. Their sigil is that of a burning tree, a symbol of their familial claim of a growing legacy through fire and embers. It is also doubles as a symbol of their ability to bring an end to all that may stand in their way, the tree a representation of a House and the fire their Will. They live by the motto “Through Fire and Flames, We Light the Path.”
Their legacy has brought about some of Quel’thalas most aspiring and talented arcanist battlemages, wizards, ley walkers, enchanters, scholars, instructors, and dutiful lords and ladies who have served and taught for their people since their exile from Darnassian Society. Their line is known to boast of their so called ‘pure’ bloodline as the reason behind their strong attunement to the magic and arcane arts and said only capable of producing such in their family. Whether or not this is true is an argued opinion, but the fact remains that one member of their family did not inherit this ‘pure gene’. That member being Vaelrin Firestorm.
Born to Fandell Firestorm and his mother Livonia Silversong, Vaelrin Firestorm is the third child and their first born son to an offspring of ten. He was named after his greatest of great grandfathers out of sheer ego that the father believed he would be as equally strong as he. Eager to see his son take to this path, there came a great disappointment when he failed to quickly pick up the arts as easily as those before him. Much of his adolescence was spent raised with the belief that he was a failure to his family. It was not until his twentieth summer did he decide his real passion belonged not with the art of magic but with the bow and arrow. With his mother’s blessing and his father’s disinterest, Vaelrin was removed from his schoolings of the magic and enlisted to train as a Ranger so that he would later be admitted into the ranks known as the Farstriders. To some this was considered a less respectable path (and a shocking revelation for someone who hailed from the House that cried of only producing one kind) for that of his lineage, but Vaelrin was determined to prove that this was equally as honorable if he had become a powerful arcanist.
The greatest betrayal came when he had disobeyed his father’s last wish to try and make use of his son by arranging a marriage to an equally prestigious and large house yet one that held strong ties to the great and royal line their people served and could secure an even higher place in their ranks. Their union would bring about a joining of forces that would – or was said to— produce a new form of arcanist magi. Sadly this great arrangement was doomed from the start to never take place. It was never to be as the man had married in secret to another woman, one named Callisto Fairstrike. A priestess and daughter to Dinavos of House Fairstrike, a humble yet lesser noble house with allegiance to the Church of Holy Light. It was an unwanted union that was left with little choice but to acknowledge the existence of since she was already with child.
This blissful union was a short lived fantasy, however. Happily ever after was never achieved due to the of the newly wedded wife’s previous affairs. She was murdered by the hands of a mystery attacker in the dead of night and a great hunt to find the culprit was set into motion. The nature of Callisto’s murder was a mystery seeing as there were several who desired her dead for a number of reasons. That of her once lover and the rage of a father who felt robbed at his opportunity for glory. But whatever schemed plan was devised backfired when the named murderer was said to be the husband, Vaelrin. It was a mystery left unsolved but one Vaelrin sought to seek revenge by murdering the ex-lover himself. With two crimes that now tarnished his name, the man was left with little choice but to banish himself and fled for safety by joining as a poor cabin boy among a galley of thieves and pirates. As a last standing effort to protect his son who he did love despite his faults, Fandell proclaimed him dead and thus ended the hunt for his head.
This scandal was buried and hidden away with the news of a new union between that of his second son and another. The scar of this scandal was bandaged by this union, though it was one never forgotten by those who knew of the participants.
Their reign came to an end come the war of the Scourge, exterminated either by their roles in the army that sought to defend or the invasion that ransacked their home unexpectedly. They had believed themselves safe atop the mountain, yet their own foolishness became their undoing when the scourge flowed in numbers and destroyed their beloved fort and all whom lived there. It is said that their House is now a deceased one, buried beneath the plagued lands forever. It is unknown whether any of their line managed to survive, only rumors of their scattered existence. A son born of the unwanted arrangement, a magi prodigy whose abilities likely stem from that of his controversial bloodline. And another known possible survivor, the murderous heir that had abandoned that of his born legacy and said to be – or assumed – dead. Whether these rumors are true remains unfounded.
Should any come forth to retake that of which was once a great and noble house will birth and bring forth a new era for House Firestorm and all that it stood for.