Send ‘Look into my eyes’ and my muse will bold what they see

| Hope | Love | Passion | Hate | Resentment | Envy | Indifference | Confidence | Insecurity | Greed | Desire | Optimism | Spite | Hostility | Kindness | Warmth | Intelligence | Experience | Trauma | Aggression | Gentleness |  Arrogance | Pride | Lust | Cruelty | You’re soft | You’re trusting | You seem honest | You’re humble | You’re cold | You’re closed off | You’re reserved and guarded | You’re unfeeling | You’re remorseless | You’re heartless | You’re inhuman | You’re frightening | You’re frightened | You’re devious | You’re unpredictable | You’re struggling | You’re lost | You’re broken | You’re disheartened | You seem headstrong | You seem difficult | You’re stubborn | I see hope | I see purpose | I see absolute conviction | I see compassion | I see a shining light | I see shattered remains | I see something familiar | I see a friend | I see an enemy | I see a lover | I see thirst for blood | I see malicious intent | I see pity | You’re pitiful | I see darkness | You’re unwavering | You’re pure | You’re noble |

Should be fun!

On a scale of 1-10 how scared for your life would you be if my character suddenly snapped?

In Memorium: Lilysa Liao

“Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.” - Washington Irving

It has been a rough night for me and for a lot of you who heard the news last night. I was contacted by Lily’s cousin and with a heavy heart, he has informed me that our beloved Lily passed away on July 7, 2016. Lily’s player was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in June and while she and her family had great hopes, she unfortunately lost the battle. Lily’s player was a very private person when it came to her real life, so for that reason, this is all the information I will provide about what happened, but through the power of writing and ideas, we got to know Lily’s spirit, and for that I am sure we are grateful.

We can all remember logging into Tumblr in the morning and seeing her coffee posts praising the always-needed liquid gold she adored. In fact, many of us bonded over her love of coffee and boy did she choose some tasty looking memes. We also remember her positive perspective when it came to life. From what I gathered, she had found a comfortable position in her life and she believed in positive thoughts and vibes. Those of us who have her on Skype can recall her message: Be excellent to each other, from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, reminding us that we are all in this together. And that was Lily. She was always trying to bring out the good and positive in us. She was as fierce as the character was, and I’m pretty sure that the image of the tiger was not Lily alone, but her player as well, for I know she was protective and caring, like the gentle tiger. She would tell me about how she cared for her family and I know that many times, she would rise up and stand up for us if we needed that support. No one messed with her friends and family, and she made sure of that. Her writings were beautiful poetics and she knew how to weave a picture with words. The Asian inspirations of peace and serenity show us this zen that not only Lily wielded, but her player as well.

I can speak for myself when I say I’m heartbroken. I remember the Tiny Assassin, walking into the sewers to poke at the Rat King, only to have this woman do the impossible with a man who had given up on love. In real life, she would tell me that our friendship had helped her let go and open up, realizing that a friend can be there and not just disappear, like many of us have experienced before. I promised her I wasn’t going anywhere. Ratty wasn’t going anywhere. We would be here waiting for her. Ingame, she helped me achieve great lengths and I was so grateful for that. In RP, she helped me develop a character I love with a character who was simply amazing. In real life, she was online every single day, moment, second I was in the hospital. She stood beside me and I’m sure that if she was here, she would have held my hand through the entire ordeal. That’s the type of person she was. She bettered me and I cannot forget the moments we spent with each other. It was close to two years that I had known her and that we had rp’d and talked about life. When a person impacts you that strongly in that short amount of time, there’s something special about them and Lily was beyond special. She was a shining star in a world of darkness.

I feared this news so much. I sent her messages over and over since June and it aches my heart to think that she never saw them. Like many of you, I never got the chance to say goodbye and that hurts so much, but life carries on and Lily would not have wanted us to sit around and mourn, but rather celebrate those moments we shared with her. Her cousin said, “She did pass at peace and wouldn’t want you to grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the good times,” and that’s absolutely correct. We didn’t lose Lily’s player. We have her memories and her writing, and with that, she lives forever.

Do not forget her, the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. She was an amazing woman, writer, roleplayer, and above all, an incredible human being with a beautiful creative spirit. May she rest in peace and in our hearts.

@lilysaliao

Tiger Lily & Bumblebee

Temptations - Kaeion Ven'Darus and Cebina Ruavin

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“I’m starting to wonder if you’re deliberately suicidal.”

“I like to live dangerously.”

He laughs softly and shakes his head, “Yes. I have noticed.”

She gets on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, “Well, I’m heading back into the city now. Good night, Sweetie.”

Kaeion nods slightly and circles her waist with one arm, giving her a quick, gentle squeeze before releasing her. He then brings a hand up to her cheek, his voice lowering considerably, “Be safe, Cebina.”

She closes her eyes and leans into his cold touch, “Mm, but where’s the fun in that?”

He tilts his head a little to the side, dark eyes holding her, “Bad girl,” he muttered, his thumb idly tracing a line across her cheek. She gives him a warm smile in return, though not her usual wicked grin, her head tilting and leaning in until their lips almost touch as one of her hands moves up to gently stroke his cheek in turn. The Knight draws in a slow breath , his eyes very carefully watching hers.

“What are we doing?” he whispers, that little bit of motion enough to make their lips very, very lightly brush together for just an instant. 

- RP log between myself and @kaeion

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Death Knight and Shadow Priestess. One of my main OTPs. Cebina’s wanted a piece of Kaeion from the moment she first set eyes on him in Sub Rosa, way back in Cata. Years later, she jumped at the first opportunity to have him when he was brought back as a Death Knight. He’s had her heart ever since, even though she’ll never admit it, even to herself.

Cebina belongs to me ( @omgcebina )

Kaeion belongs to @kaeion

((This scene was awesome. You could hear the wheels spinning in Cebina's head when she approached Kae. Xar was with Roland and Kae had no memory of his past. She pounced like a cat.))

A Bitter End

It came as no surprise to me when I received Roland’s letter explaining his most recent predicament, he has always been a sort of liability to SR; his arrogance and inability to keep his dick in his pants often leads him to make foolish decisions.  He has been given more leeway than anyone else in the ranks only because by sheer dumb luck his idiocy has garnished positive results more often than not, but if he thinks I ever thought him a brilliant man he would be sorely mistaken.  

I had decided before receiving the letter that he had kept me in the dark, while pursuing his own personal agenda under the protection of my name, for the last time.  It was only happen chance that he got himself into a situation before I had the opportunity to inform him that he would no longer have free reign to do as he pleased.  

Now it seems he has found himself another infatuation in the woman who is keeping him safe; she will have her work cut out for her and considering that I have never even heard of her, she is likely of little to no significance.  She will soon find that his careless bravado and loose interpretation of loyalty goes only as far as it suits him; the pride he carries for his ability to keep an oath is a facade, something he brags about and hopes no one will question.  

What is loyal about a man who has turned his back on every allegiance he as ever sworn, who has never been faithful to a single woman, no matter how intensely he declares his love for her?  

A man who has been brought back into the folds and given numerous pardons for his indiscretions, one who was given his mortality back, even after he dismissed his previous loyalties and was nothing more than a walking corpse, and still abandons his savior for the latest piece of ass that catches is eye, is hardly a man with any standards of integrity let alone loyalty.  

I have brought Roland up from a mere soldier to the man he is today, everything he has and everything he is I have lent my name to.  Let him think he will walk away unscathed and take with him the success I have provided for him; it will be his downfall the day I call in the debt he owes me.  

Hide him well Ayami Cross, whoever you are; not even the saving grace of a so called Night Mother, will protect him from the darkness my vengeance against him will bring.  He will soon be reminded of the things he once feared of me, before he became far too comfortable; has he forgotten the things he has seen firsthand?  Let me remind him.  

@rolandnaerth @ayamicross

A Bitter End

It came as no surprise to me when I received Roland’s letter explaining his most recent predicament, he has always been a sort of liability to SR; his arrogance and inability to keep his dick in his pants often leads him to make foolish decisions.  He has been given more leeway than anyone else in the ranks only because by sheer dumb luck his idiocy has garnished positive results more often than not, but if he thinks I ever thought him a brilliant man he would be sorely mistaken.  

I had decided before receiving the letter that he had kept me in the dark, while pursuing his own personal agenda under the protection of my name, for the last time.  It was only happen chance that he got himself into a situation before I had the opportunity to inform him that he would no longer have free reign to do as he pleased.  

Now it seems he has found himself another infatuation in the woman who is keeping him safe; she will have her work cut out for her and considering that I have never even heard of her, she is likely of little to no significance.  She will soon find that his careless bravado and loose interpretation of loyalty goes only as far as it suits him; the pride he carries for his ability to keep an oath is a facade, something he brags about and hopes no one will question.  

What is loyal about a man who has turned his back on every allegiance he as ever sworn, who has never been faithful to a single woman, no matter how intensely he declares his love for her?  

A man who has been brought back into the folds and given numerous pardons for his indiscretions, one who was given his mortality back, even after he dismissed his previous loyalties and was nothing more than a walking corpse, and still abandons his savior for the latest piece of ass that catches is eye, is hardly a man with any standards of integrity let alone loyalty.  

I have brought Roland up from a mere soldier to the man he is today, everything he has and everything he is I have lent my name to.  Let him think he will walk away unscathed and take with him the success I have provided for him; it will be his downfall the day I call in the debt he owes me.  

Hide him well Ayami Cross, whoever you are; not even the saving grace of a so called Night Mother, will protect him from the darkness my vengeance against him will bring.  He will soon be reminded of the things he once feared of me, before he became far too comfortable; has he forgotten the things he has seen firsthand?  Let me remind him.  

@rolandnaerth @ayamicross

@kaeion

This is awesome. Love it!))

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((RP Log written by both me and @kaeion . NSFW due to extreem violence and gore bellow the cut. This would take place a few weeks after the previous story.))

“What was that?”

The man’s voice echoed loudly in the winding caverns, bringing a swift “Shh!” in response from his nearby companion. Quickly covering his mouth as he realized his mistake, he asked again, albeit quieter, “What was that?” “We’re in Northrend, you idiot. Probably just a roaming ghoul. Nothing to worry about. It’s partly why we brought the priest,” the other man replied with a sigh, glancing over his shoulder to the robed third member of their trio. “I do, indeed, sense undeath within these caverns,” the priest agreed, though there was a slight hint of unease in his voice. “See? Anyway, we’re not worried about the undead. We’re here to nab the boss’ whore, that’s all,” the trio’s leader grumbled, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “Hence, the primary reason we brought the priest. Should help put a damper in those powers of hers.”

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