#answers ( kiora )

[rubiesintherough]

“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?” / maya for muse of choice

@cleansefcrged

" 'Cause I numbed you up. " A hand came down quick, to pat at the other woman's shoulder. Bedside manner had never been her forte, even in the best of circumstances... and here, huddled in a tent, in the midst of a survivor camp struggling to survive? Definitely not the best of circumstances, by any means. " You're lucky we still had morphine on hand when they carried you in here... you were banged up really badly. Once it starts wearing off, though... sorry in advance, I don't have anything else to give you. "

[outlawfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / kiora sent a meme.

"I thought we were going to die."

"You and me both, pal --" The words were gasped, through rapid breaths as Kay grimaced, the hand holding the still warm blaster pressing briefly against her stomach as she tried to regain a steadier pattern after their rapid retreat. Her nose crinkled, a little, after she processed what she'd said. Super smooth. "I mean, we're fine, now, obviously." An attempt at recovery, a quick glance thrown back behind them again to check that they were, actually, in the clear. "If I'd known the Empire wanted this data kept secure this badly, I definitely would've charged more." Noble? No, but then she'd never been accused of such. Practical? Sure.

[asmollestgremlin]

Ame...rica ? ..in wich univers ?

...this ;-;

[vorthosjay]

Hi Vorthosjay! Until today, I had no idea you had a blog here! It's very fun to scroll through.

I have a question I'm unsure if you'd be able to answer: a character like Ashiok is unlikely to have gone through only one draft in creation, but that doesn't necessarily imply a certain amount of drafts or hands to have gone through. Through those drafts and hands, by the time a story comes out, how different is Ashiok (or any other big character in a story) from the original idea behind said character?

Thank you if you were able to answer, and thank you regardless if you weren't. Have a good day!

The answer is: it's really going to depend, and I'm not involved in most of it. It has also changed over time. This is just my educated guesswork, but I think I'd break it down like this:

Idea

Concept

Design

Character

Idea is "This set will have a Blue-Black planeswalker. We are calling it "Dark Jace"." I would imagine this is part of the design skeleton, although designing for planeswalkers has changed a lot over time.

Concept is giving that idea to the art/creative team (who were part of creating the idea, I'll note), probably during a creative push (usually like, a week where all the art concept decisions for a setting are made: clothing styles, architecture, broad categories of creature designs, that kind of thing based on the rough ideas the worldbuilding team put together). Worldbuilding Ikoria is a great article to read up on this.

Design is both the parallel and intertwined game design process and the hand off to the final artist to draw the pieces the public will see on cards.

Character is handing off the concept of a character for an author to, you know, characterize and write. Sometimes the creative team has strong feelings and a lot of guidance, sometimes the character is a broad sketch for the Author to fill in. For a new character, this can be tough because it can be where mismatches begin to arise as different writers (creative text or story authors) might take a concept in slightly different directions. Often (but not always) story, creative text, and art waves happen around the same time roughly a year out from release. This is likely what happened with Lukka, for instance, he got taken in two very slightly different directions.

That said, these things can vary a LOT. Ral Zarek, Kiora, and Nissa, for instance, were all designed for the Duels of the Planeswalkers games and had full concepts and designs and backstories before ever approaching an actual Magic card.

[incorrect-mtg]

Flavor Text Highlights - Duel Decks

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Today's entry has aggregated all duel decks, which gave me just enough options when combined.

Cool - Deep Analysis

“No fact escapes me. Why do you think you can?”

Funny - Incinerate

“Who said there are no assurances in life? I assure you this is going to hurt.”

Funny - Mortify

Many who cross Sorin’s path come down with a sudden and fatal case of being-in-the-way-of-a-millennia-old-vampire.

Emotional - Temple of the False God

“When gods become apathetic, the people will worship anyone who answers their pleas.” —Kiora

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[elspeth-tirel]

This new "MaRo eating Bloomburrow animals post" makes me think. What do you guys think are the most Iconic MaRo answers? i mean of course kiora ikoria is there but what else do you guys think of?

[bunnyphobic]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝕽𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊. ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ¡! ❞

NOT AN RP BLOG ! — character exploration & rewriting blog for characters of reprise ( an Arkham Knight fanfiction on ao3 ). Including, but not limited to, Kiora, Jonathan Crane, Barbara, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, etc. I'll be posting my personal headcanons as well as writing snippets here and there. All posts, & edits, not counting rebloggs, on this blog, are mine.

Triggers will be present, given the nature of the games, the story will feature mentions of gore, eating disorder, injuries, discrimination, military vulgarity, misogyny and homophobia.

❛ ━━･❪ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ❫ ･━━ ❜

❥ — 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

❥ — 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 . 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗇 . 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾 . 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗋 .

❥ — DNI — 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 . 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 .

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

SYNOPSIS:

Sometimes, you can choose your god / Revered Child Saintess, Kiora, hailed for her metahuman abilities to heal others, had long since forsaken the entity residing in the empty halls of Deacon Blackfire's church of blood, A god that did not answer her cries of sorrow. Bearing hatred in her heart, the child of 12 years offers her prayers instead toward the god of fear.

He answers her five years later.

DOSSIER. EXCREPTS. LINK.

[0itmelex0]

At a party + Art and KK for the places to kiss prompt?

omfg this entire friend group is just choas and somehow manage to be worse when drunk

They were all thankful that Echo's parents let them all spend the weekend away at the Foley residency on the mainland for Echo's birthday. With everything that was going on, they just needed a weekend to forget about it all and enjoy their last summer before they would all potentially go separate ways in life. What's an easier way to forget than get wasted? Echo's parents were kind enough to stock up the house with beers and White Claws for them, none of the other parents needed know.

"So a movie, yeah?" Bells went to turn to the group, she ended up having to catch herself on the wall. "Fuck," she muttered.

"Absolutely! Wait, there's an in-home theater, right, Echo? There has to be an in-home theater," KK giggled as they opened the sliding glass door while dealing with Art who had her arms around their shoulders and her chin rested in the crook of their neck.

"Of course there is. My parents love watching movies so much that they had one built in the house," Echo grabbed a towel and began drying off, being a little gentle around his scars from top surgery that he had done a couple months back. "And hey, dumbasses, make sure you dry off before you get too far in the house. Don't want anybody falling like wet noodle legs over there," he gestured towards Bells before putting on his hearing aid for his left ear.

"Fuck off, Hopper!" Bells flipped Echo off while still trying to gather herself.

He smiled and blew her a kiss, "Love you too."

The group dried off the best they could in their swimsuits and proceeded into the decorated house, some stumbling, and made their way through to the theater room in the basement.

“So, what mov- movie we thinkin’?” Thorne hiccuped, scrunching his nose for a few moments when the hiccup hurt a bit.

Tana was clutching onto Thorne as they walked down the stairs. She slurred, “Hooow about. . . how ‘bout Back to the Future, hm? That’d be sooo fun.”

“Yes! Oh me gosh, yes! That would be so much fun!” KK clapped their hands. “Wait! What about popcorn? If we’re watching a movie, we have to have popcorn! Arty, come with me! We’re going to make popcorn!”

“You know I’m going with you anywhere, baby,” Art smiled. She stood in front off KK before pulling them on her back.

KK yelped, wrapping their legs around Art’s torso and clutched onto her shoulders, “Arty!” they laughed.

“To the kitchen!” Art pointed up the stairs before running up with KK on her back.

The two laughed the whole way up while chaos ensued in the basement with nonsense, mostly from Kyle as he began blabbering on with something. Art sat KK down on the counter before rummaging through the cupboards and finding a bag of kernels and oil. Within moments, oil was poured into the largest pot to be found and a kernel was tossed into the oil.

“KK!” Art exclaimed as she turned towards her partner.

KK raised an eyebrow as they were finishing off a piece of breadstick from the pizza place the group ordered from for the birthday party, “What?” they slowly chewed and swallowed the breadstick.

“We’re about to have popcorn!” Art stood between KK’s legs and kept her hands rested on the counter.

“The popcorn is for the movie, Art. This is just a little snackie before the movie. Besides you know how good the breadsticks are from that place!” KK finished off the rest of the breadstick and giggled.

“True true. . .” Art kissed them on the nose before laying her head on their leg, occasionally giving them a kiss and a soft bite on thigh.

They wrapped their legs around her torso and grabbed her face. They quietly laughed as they pulled it up to theirs.

Art smiled in the slow, tender, and deep kiss while KK held her face. Her fingers danced up their spine until it reached the base of their skull, where Art let her hand firmly be placed. Resting one hand on their thigh, Art leaned into the kiss. Both of them tasted of beer and White Claws with a touch of the dinner they had earlier. Neither of them cared about the odd mix, they were too in the moment and too drunk to care.

“Why are you giggling so much?” Art murmured.

“I don’t know,” KK continued their small fit of laughter within the kiss. “Now shut it and keep kissing me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she smirked and leaned against KK, chewing on their lip for a moment. Art kept her hand firm on their thigh before laying them down on their back and practically crawling onto the countertop. She kissed up their stomach before meeting their lips again.

The sound of popcorn kernel popping was what managed to take them out of the moment.

“Fuck,” Art sighed before pulling away and got off the counter. “We can continue this another time.”

KK sat back up and chewed on their lip, their cheeks warmed. Their legs swung on the edge of the counter while they watched Art pour the kernels into the pot and covering it with a lid. After a few moments, they slid off the counter and wrapped their arms around Art from behind, “I’ll head back down, make sure that they won’t start the movie without us.” Giving her a quick kiss on the neck, about as high as they could reach from behind, they turned and headed back to the basement.

“Can you imagine taking the DeLorean back as far in time to like. . . the dinosaurs?” Kyle sat on the edge of the couch, sipping from a beer. “And then. . . like if it was also a mix with the Millennium Falcon to be able to travel at the speed of light but also be able to keep an eye on Earth. Could legit like. . . see the start of Earth, y’know?”

“Kyle—” Thorne hiccuped. “That shit wouldn’t work. The Earth— the Earth is way too old to be able to do it during the dinosaur age. You’re talk— talking nonsense. Doubt there’s a point you could go and survive being on Earth for a second.”

“No! It’d absolutely work! It’d be sooo epic! You just don’t have enough faith,” Kyle crossed his arms and turned away from Thorne, giving a little hmph as he turned.

“He done?” Echo signed to Bells. He sighed in relief as she nodded before turning on his hearing aid back on. “Okay, dumbfucks, we ready to start movie?”

“Wait. . . we’re gonna watch a movie? What movie we watching?” Tana raised an eyebrow, slowly blinking.

“I have returned!” Art’s feet hit the staircase hard, almost echoing off the walls. Four large bowls of popcorn were balanced in her arms. “I bear fruits in the shape and delicious taste of popcorn covered in yummy salt and melted butter!”

“Did you bring ranch powder to sprinkle on the popcorn?” Bells turned towards Art.

“Of course!” Art handed KK a bowl of popcorn and grabbed the container of ranch powder that was rested in her swimming top and threw it at Bells.

“Ow!” Bells shook her hand as the container hit her hard on the knuckles.

“Now, my friends!” Art began passing out the last three bowls for the group to share. “Enjoy my popcorn fruit while we watch this movie!”

“Let’s start!” Echo pressed play.

The whole group sat down on the big couch in front of the small theater. They munched down on popcorn, drank some beer, and watched a movie to close out the night. Totally not because they all passed out by the end of it,

Just like how Art and KK totally didn’t share a few heated kisses throughout the rest of the night.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

     @rubiesintherough - kiora sent in a meme for han.

⚡️bandaging hidden wounds

    “Hey - lady - ever heard a knockin’?”  The question was rhetorical, and short, and half growled, teeth clenched around a pack of bandages recently torn open, half of which were poised mid wrap his waist, or more specifically his ribs which showed a motley display of all the colors of the rainbow splayed out from a clear impact injury half a dozen inches below his shoulder blade -- visible only for a moment as his shirt dropped back down from where he’d hitched it up, snapping upright with only the smallest of tells of the pain the gesture must’ve caused him, an annoyed and now verging on suspicious glance flung her way.  The last thing he needed was someone running off to Luke or Leia or Chewie so they could rag on him about using resources better spent on somebody else. 

[firebirby]

rubiesintherough asked: ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ( kiora )

    IT WAS A TRETCHEROUS TASK, BEING CONNECTED TO YOUR TWIN BY SOME divine bullshit, and yet, there she was. Laid upon the ground, the firebird was choking on her own blood despite there being no one there or any sign of physical injury. To hurt her or her brother, was to hurt the other too. Both a blessing and a curse at times, today it was definitely the latter. She could feel the excruciating pain; the blood as it filled her lungs, caused her to couch and heave every breath that she could whilst extended talons clawed frantically upon the hard floor beneath her. 

    The figure that came towards her was blurred  ~  her vision was fast failing her as she felt her brother weaken and subsequentially, her too. She believed it to be her older sister at first with how their outline came across to her.   “   S   ---   S   ---   Si...m...   ”   She hadn’t the strength to talk or question who’d come to her aid. All that she knew, was that she was growing colder and colder by the moment and all that she could manage, was the faint hints of desperate whimpers. She did not want to die, not like this. 

                                     @rubiesintherough​        100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS  /                                                                                              ACCEPTING

[rubiesintherough]

" I, uh, I like what you did with the place. " kiora

@outlawfcrged

" Oh, thank you. " Sarcasm dripped from her voice, just like the spilled vials dripped from the edges of the counters in her makeshift medbay. She'd already spent the better part of an hour scrubbing up the specimens. " Wasn't my idea for the whole place to shake like that and knock everything over. ----- Sorry, just lost a lot of hours of work. What do you need? Did somebody get hurt? "

[lelaxtalionis]

@rubiesintherough​ sent a meme / kiora.

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

                She wished she could say that she was the exception to that saying about doctors making the worst patients... but she couldn’t.   The grimace that she offered was more at the question posed than at any physical discomfort from the doctor’s gentle probes against her arm.  It was already bruising in a brilliant splash of colors and the scrapes and gouges along the forearm and elbow and palm were not exactly pretty, but the last thing she felt like doing was sitting through all the tests they’d want to run.   She just wanted to go home, take a long, hot shower and pass out for the next twelve hours.   “It’s fine, really.”  Nothing a few tylenol or a few glasses of wine wouldn’t fix.   “It looks worse than it actually is.”  

[asmollestgremlin]

It's nice to meet you two -w-" ...yk why they keep calming me mama ? o o" (boy or girl just to know ?)

Someone: ..idk. It happens. When she sees anyone that already looks like a person she knows, the imprinting begins.

Someone: ..you may need to run now-

[rakdos-soulsinger]

so like do we know which ocean Kiora ended up in? Zendikar feels like the easy answer but nothing on her art for Aftermath screams Zendikar per se. Also the fact that she’s a “noble” now is interesting.

[kristollini]

NaNoWriMo 2021: The Runemaster’s Apprentice

Here’s the summary for my NaNoWriMo 2021 story!

In the Kingdom of Anashan, magic is woven into the lives of many who ply their trades there - sometimes, quite literally. Runemaster Batu and his apprentice, Kiora, practice the ancient art of etching inked runes into skin, imbuing those lucky enough to employ their services with the ability to manipulate the energy of the symbols that represent the properties of Anashan's magical world. Despite the lack of proper licenses, many still flock to the back alley establishment, a blind eye turned in exchange for the chance to be tattooed by Batu or his apprentice's legendary hands. But when the second prince of Anashan is found unconscious at the Runemaster's shop with an unknown rune etched into his skin and Batu nowhere to be found, Kiora is taken before the royal court and given the chance to clear her name... if she can find her master and bring him in. With the help of the third prince of Anashan, a master tracker, and a trained botanist, Kiora sets out on her quest for answers, navigating the magical, political, and personal challenges set before her in the way she knows best: with everything Batu taught her.

...And here’s my NaNoWriMo profile if y’all wanna be friends! (❁´◡`❁)

https://nanowrimo.org/participants/kristollini/

[inventors-fair]

Can’t Wait To Draft: New Archetype Winners ~

Congratulations to @helloijustreadyourpost, @naban-dean-of-irritation and @snugz for winning this week’s contest!

Going through the awesome cards for this week, we had a plethora of strong design choices. Winners were a lot harder. I had to ask myself a few questions:

Does this card re-inform how I’d usually draft these colors and/or understand these archetypes in a draft?

Does this card play well in with previous MTG cards? e.g. If these cards appeared in a supplemental set, could someone slot them into a deck and/or make a deck with cards of that concept without reaching?

Does the flavor resonate? How so? Does it make sense mechanically? How is it connected?

Finally, does this archetype inform me of what’s to come in a constructive way that implies fun and dynamic gameplay?

Not every question is answered here explicitly, but the options are weighed. Hopefully I can make clear the kinds of thoughts I had about these cards!

@helloijustreadyourpost — Titanspeaker

One of my old favorite cards wall Nulltread Gargantuan from Alara Reborn. UG big monsters shows up on occasion, but...at the same time, never really as an archetype. Eldraine had a little “big spell” subtheme, ish, and even WAR Kiora didn’t have a “build around me” feel. Big creatures in blue feels perfectly reasonable even when the slant would probably be more towards green, and mechanically, wow, that activated ability really is something cool. Not great for much other than limited and commander, but hell, that’s all we can ask for, and it plays great. Can’t play your big thing yet? Use it as an aggro buff. Really cool. 

Merfolk as shamans/monster whisperers also checks out and makes sense, playing against the Ixalan merfolk’s strategy; it makes me feel like they’re not the only speaker species. I can see the sort of misty, rocky, rugged merpeople in their shamanic getup, the speaker themself drawing from the ocean or the stream and being imbued with the monstrous energy. Cool!

Nitpick: it should be “5 or greater” and “gains trample.”

~

@naban-dean-of-irritation — Surgesword Sentry

[Art direction from user: “A spindly looking robot cobbled together from multiple metals, with tubes running from it to a sword that is crackling with energy. Behind it is a completely barren and desolate wasteland.”]

Okay, this definitely feels like it’s at the top of the “weird” curve. Having just played a little of MH2, there’s this sense of robotic artifact mess, and I say “mess” in a Pollock way, not in a disaster way. I mean, hey, you’re here in the winner’s place, so. RG storm isn’t exactly an archetype, and this card, well, it asks for something different. Bizarrely, the “cast 2-3 spells per turn” archetype shows up in BW on Kaldheim, occasionally in blue, and it’s just an odd little duck there. But, casting multiple spell is really cool, and this card changes gameplay hard. Blowing out as a charged mechanic, choosing your spells and/or working around what your opponent might be able to cast, debating instants, changing your curve—yeah, really neat. If R and G have any sacrifice in them in other archetypes, yeah, we’re there too. I think that the RG aggro shell can use this well, and that despite the constructed ease with which aggro decks could use this to go nuts, it changes limited in great ways. Not 100% sure that mechanic is worded exactly right but triggers are weird. Worth asking a legit judge.

Flavorfully! We have this world with green artifact creatures, RG artifact creatures, this kind of world energy, a strange old/overgrown/rusty series of sentries (what are they guarding?) on an inhospitable world. Where on earth are we? What kind of place built these kinds of creatures? I’m intrigued at what the world could be here, and that’s... I can see how it would be frustrating to read how the mystery evokes feeling over something explicitly cool/new, but the implication is strong enough to make me want more.

~

@snugz — Xaus, Unfettered Ritualist

I want to start with the flavor here. Convocation as a concept is indeed not just limited to this choral feeling of Selesnyan togetherness. The warlock demands that the cult come together to complete the ritual. Great! I see this person with their robe, their knives, the way they’re drawing their power, the strength of all the other cultists around them watching as the shackles of the flesh fall away, etc.

Mechanically, what do you need here? BR creature-heavy decks aren’t uncommon, but the extent to which you’d need them to make Xaus work here implies a larger connection. Tokens make that easy, way easier in colors like GW, but RB goblins exist, black spirits, thrulls, whatever—it hardly matters, because this is a weird and awesome subtheme. I’m getting strong Feaster of Fools vibes, or even Hogaak, where it’s less about big swarms and more about easing into some massive spell late-game while also being able to use your cards to get there. At six mana, Xaus is a really big spell itself, but it’s also an engine that can do some weird, weird things. I have no idea what a set like this would look like. I feel that the strength of this card’s ability to cast cheap spells would negate some of the utility considering its cost, but if this is the absolute top of your curve, then what other spells are you playing? I love the challenge of this theoretical set and what BR cards could make for convoke as a subtheme. What happens when they become convoked? What happens when you cast spells in a certain way? What recursion is there? All interesting questions.

Again, thank you all or your entries! I’ll be chipping away at commentary while catsitting and birthday-celebrating this next week. Strong choices mean lots of discussion.

— @abelzumi