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Atlas Shudders

The first trigger that something was wrong was the explosion coming from the generator building, but before the knight could make heads or tails of anything else his mind was filled with screaming so loud he couldn’t hear himself yell.

“What the fuck just happened?!”

The first suggestion that things were going wrong was the explosion in the control room. The succubi tasked with watching the effortless engine running power through the whole island were ill equipped to handle the situation. Azeroth’s ley lines were suddenly causing overheating and losing power at the same time. They were quickly overwhelmed by the situation, one of the diamonds was knocked out of alignment. The locker of stored power cores exploded. Everything happened in in a matter of minutes.

The entire island of Atlas shook violently, its stones and ground flexing to crack along its faults releasing gases, mud, and showers of sand through the gardens. Remaining standing through the situation would be quite the feat of skill and concentration under pressure.

Darnath stormed and tumbled out of his office to see the initial explosion just in time for whatever was in his and Ash’s labs to catch from the surge of power and ignite in another shuddering explosion knocking him to the ground and the wind out of him.

The hanger came next. The equipment used to refill the batteries on Calypso, Aurora, Maia and Janus - all the functional airships cracked in the earthquake, leaking flaming and crystalizing arcane and ley line magics, melting or burning anything it touched literally like rocket fuel.

The rookery was a din of crying pain, palatable even to those without connection to the planet or to the dragons. The azure whelps were retching up mana, growing considerably weaker as precious moments went by. Ruby whelps were going stir crazy trying to call for help and unable to sit still in the fevered worry for their kin, particularly the emerald whelps, crying in rage and pain, some falling instantly into a deep, translucent slumber. Several of the bronze were no longer whelps, crashing from their tiny nests into their cousins as their timesteams were entirely fucked. One returned to its prehatched egg. The minority flights seemed to fare better, the storm, scourge, and twilight, frostwyrm, proto-whelp and others were merely upset at the scary sounds and shaking. The tiny, fearful black dragon was missing for the moment, but considering the yelling Mira had made over the comms through the whole process it didn’t look good for him or Leona.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Dar called over his communicator.

And then all the lights went out across the island. Power was out.

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bad at gifting.

Everyone in Every major city Everywhere (and some side streets and across Azeroth) were saying the presents we’re available under the big tree in Orgrimmar.

Everywhere places smelled of Holly and whatsits and Kissing and sounds of wrapping paper being torn and games and laughter and-

Nedriece hadn’t failed, maybe? It’s still Winter’s Veil, right? She had even gotten a present to give! It’s just… It’s supposed to be wrapped with notes and…

She could see that she was making excuses, so she hauled her blind ass back to the island (don’t ask how; she didn’t see), and got to work.

The haphazardly wrapped items now bundled under her arm were taken to the only place that smelled most like greenery, dragon, and The Bossman all at the same time, and she just thoroughly hoped it was the right place because honestly, it could be anywhere on the island…

A painstakingly scribbled note was placed between the two gifts and then the sneaky demon hunter high tailed it out like nobody’s business.

(note below:)

“Cap'n. Genral. …happY wInter’s Veil? MeaNt to give earlier. toothpick and backscritcher. Enjoy?”

( ( images source https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.pinterest.com/amp/pin/352336370825853572/ and https://www.bladeplay.com/item–Aero-Blades-Thunder-Bolt-9-2pc–14627 ) )

(( @darnath @jackarychaoti ))

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Udon the Kiss-bearing Noodle Dragon

It was near the end of the day.

Nedri was in the rookery when it happened, cleaning out nests and re-lining them with the fixed-up furs they had gotten from the Yeti Hunt. Molting season should be close to over, if it wasn't yet? So this is good timing for fresh fur and fresh nests for all the babies and dragons at Atlas! And for some, a little extra (fart) cushion here and there for general amusement?

She felt a plop on her head, so in a quick motion she stuck her hand on a paw, and with a determining sniff, almost beamed. "Oh! Udon! Hi hello!" She stuck her head around gently while he chirped and determined Leona's whereabouts, talking to Zaer closer to the entrance.

"Wanna hang out with me a while, while Leona's just over there?" she asked the little dragon. He chirruped in response, which Nedri took as affirmation, so she went along with the next nook... where the dragon inside gave Nedri a quick peck on the cheek before running off to play with the next set, surprising her so much she almost smushed the extra cushion she was putting under the linings - which would have given away the next surprises.

Instead, Nedri ended up blushing and patting the kissed spot. "Odd..." she said out loud, feeling Udon wiggle his tail into her hair and back. Was that a bow tied to it, or a plant? Nedri couldn't tell. Luckily the next dragon was too little to Know and scampered out without anything weird - but Nedri could hear some too-quiet coming from the common area. When she turned around to have herself a look...

Whoomph! Fwoosh! Thump! Brrrrrrt! Next thing she knew she was on the bottom of a dragon-pile, with every one of them giving her little dragon kisses and all her other fart-cushions deflated. Udon was chirruping happily; Nedri just doing her best to (unsuccessfully) wriggle herself out from the bottom of the pile, laughing all the while.

A very strange result indeed...

As the little NoodleKiss Dragon winged his way back around Leona and Zaer (whose reactions Nedri couldn't see... or smell even, from this position!), the dragon-pile would slowly deflate. Someone was probably going to have to explain this to her! Eventually...

((@batandmole and @zaerathian for mentions! @ahordeoftrouble for presences? From Leona's Mistletoe Dragon prompt!))

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1 & 4

A trait they have too much of.

A trait they are ashamed of.

Nedri: Too much….muchness. I have trouble? With paying attention. It’s either I’m with everything at once or nothing at all. Or dead. Maybe dead.

Calamue, as Izi: I have… Confidence. Confidence in spades - enough to be a playful flirt or lead an army. Though… I’ve never lead an army; that’s just speculation. It’s not in my expertise… yet.I do have times… where I’d sooner solve a problem with explosions than discourse, but… Demonic explosions. That’s my expertise. No one has died, at least!

Ava: *indicates is mute, is the preference thoughtshare or writing?*

(( Thanks! @firemagicked ))

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1 & 4

A trait they have too much of.

A trait they are ashamed of.

Nedri: Too much….muchness. I have trouble? With paying attention. It’s either I’m with everything at once or nothing at all. Or dead. Maybe dead.

Calamue, as Izi: I have… Confidence. Confidence in spades - enough to be a playful flirt or lead an army. Though… I’ve never lead an army; that’s just speculation. It’s not in my expertise… yet.I do have times… where I’d sooner solve a problem with explosions than discourse, but… Demonic explosions. That’s my expertise. No one has died, at least!

Ava: *indicates is mute, is the preference thoughtshare or writing?*

(( Thanks! @firemagicked ))

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7&8 - Darnath 💐

What is something they do that hurts themselves?

What is something they do that hurts others?

Ava:

*pauses for a moment, what little is visible of her face scrunched in thought. Hand movements start slow, then more rapidly, leaving trails of Light magic in the air, a temporary note.* -I genu'nely forg•t ind'viduals’ ag•ncy, at times. My life has be•n a war with ‘oth•rs’ and I at tim•s trouble adjusting to civilian view. Don’t touch th Light, and this answ•rs both.-

(odd character notes are smudges vaguely resembling the missing lettering)

Nedri:

“Oh! …..Do you wanna long answer or a short one?”

“I have walked off a building before and a cliff and one time I almost fell off the end of a world - but I smelt it and that saved my ass, big time~ but for others..? I don’t know. I try real hard not to take life too seriously, and to keep things interesting and fun. Apparently there’s a whole lot more to life than killing demons and letting fel spiderlings loose across the ship that I’ve full-on forgotten, and… I just don’t know what to do with it!”

((thanks! @darnath ))

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((Pls thnx))

((!!! Apparently I mussed and need to update to allow asks! It should be fixed? Let me know!))

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (a fun ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)

a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)

a trait they express in the wrong way

a trait they’re ashamed of

a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)

a bad habit

something they do that hurts themself

something they do that hurts others

a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR

a way that they are improving on any of the above!

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(@batandmole for where I found this! Yes!)

Person A being held hostage in exchange for B’s money. Person B furiously barges through the door and strangles the captor, purely over the fact that the sum demanded was nowhere near the amount A is worth.

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((Ooh! Noted. @darnath ))

original theory: succubi are always women, incubi are always men 

facts: in fact succubus comes from the latin word “succubare” which means “to lie under” and incubus comes from the latin word “incubare” which means “to lie on”

new improved theory: incubi are always tops and succubi are always bottoms. gender doesn’t matter at all.

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This blog did not and will not send requests for bitcoin donations.

There seems to be a virus or some sort of malware going around causing blogs to “send out” chat messages to blogs that they follow asking for help with the purchase of certain items through donations of seemingly small amounts using bitcoin and adds a link to the message.

The message goes as following (at least the first message I got went like this): “Hi there buddy. I need help, I’m trying to buy a laptop and I can’t afford it. I’m about 0.36$ short, and I’d really appreciate if you could help me and transfer some money to me via bitcoin using this *link*.”

The small details in the message seems to have a few variations with the greeting, amount and purchased item showing up in different variations from formal to friendly, from 0.016 to 2$ and from a phone case to a laptop among others.

The blogs that are affected send out the messages to blogs that they follow for a long time mostly, so you are most likely to receive the message from a long time, active follower whose name you might recognize or a mutual etc. The blogs that are affected are not spam bots but actual active followers who follow the recipient for months or years and most likely the blogger who “sent” the message is unaware of the message being sent.

DO NOT OPEN THE LINK.

Opening up the link will cause the virus to spread even more and infect your computer/mobile with any sort of malware.

If you have received a message of that sort from this blog please know that it was not sent by me or within my control and ignore/delete the message without clicking the link.

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Reblog with your muse's height in the tags.

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This is magical. I'm a mess.

((admittedly I cry uncontrollably every time I hear the Moana soundtrack; this is such a powerful moment))

How cool is this?!

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DO NOT LIKE THIS POST. REBLOG IT. NET NEUTRALITY

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Drabble prompts

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.

Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra.

Home: I’ll write our characters living together.

Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.

Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other.

Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa

Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa

Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm.

Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa

Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together

Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game.

Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love.

Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.

Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other.

Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa

Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together

Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments.

Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child.

Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa

Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice

versa

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Rats swarmed the cheese crumbs dropped beside the ramshackle cart, bodies squirming over each other in their haste to get a taste of the feast. Slender hands reached out from the shadows behind the stall and scooped up one of the rodents. Dragging it over to the darkness, one foot settled gently on its back, holding it in place while nimble fingers tied a length of ribbon around its neck. A scroll had been attached to the string and when the rat was finally released, it scampered off in the direction of The Great Nyehehe’s heinous hideout. 

Written on the outside of the scroll in a large, lazy hand were the words: “FOR THE EVIL AND IMMORTAL WARLOCK LORD.” Should The Great Nyehehe accept the message, he would find several lines of poetry scrawled inside. They read:

 “In Stormwind’s alleys, dark and scary 

 lurks a villain, bald yet hairy, 

 watching mortals who have nary 

 a clue about his churlish crimes

He creeps on by the city guard, 

 hurls curses at a playing bard, 

 has many times seen the prison yard– 

 and surely they’ll arrest him -this- time. 

 Plague rats follow where he’s stepped, 

 fur dampened from the place they’re kept, 

 in gutters has our villain slept 

 before he summoned the Pumpking Great. 

 "You called?“ bellows the giant gourd, 

 whom all the children have adored, 

 but our villain wishes for a sword 

 to dole out a devious fate.

But need he not a sharpened blade 

 to put the gourd back where it laid 

 and all who saw him have thus made 

 a hero of our vile villain. 

 "Bah!” he cries and shuns their praise, 

 repeating his favourite hateful phrase, 

 returning to cantankerous ways–  

 I suspect he may be mentally illin’. 

 But there he goes to sow the seeds 

 of chaos and destructive deeds; 

 it’s true that every hero needs 

 an antagonist to oppose

What’s this? He ran a gnomish race 

 and lagged behind to claim first place 

 to raise money for a charity case– 

 his low-down legend grows. 

 He is a master of disguise, 

 a gossipmonger spreading lies 

 and no matter how he tries, 

 his sinful schemes all go askew. 

 But one day in the future nearing, 

 all you mortals will be fearing 

 the tales of evil you’ll be hearing 

 though none of them may be true.

What propels our subject, charming 

 and, to others, makes him alarming, 

 yet still he has this air–disarming– 

 he is a complicated maze. 

 Under dirty lens of microscope, 

 we inspect this wondrous trope 

 with the burgeoning, tender hope 

 of helping him escape his craze. 

 Yet do we want him whole and healthy 

 when we are richer than the wealthy 

 while observing his antics, stealthy– 

 he is every disaster we want to see.

 A self-proclaimed immortal lord 

 whose genius never leaves us bored– 

 to the heavens, it must be roared, 

 our adulation for The Great Nyehehe.”

~anonymous

The Great Nyehehe sure wishes he could read. Bah.

Keep reading

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A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP.

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=Unhappy 500 Followers, mortal fools!! *Raffle*=

Oh what a frabjous day!! Callooh!! Callay!! The Great Nyehehe has amassed 500 mortal fools as adoring fans, fearful servants, and stupid subjects!! How positively dastardly!!

“So?” you foolish mortals may ask, “So what does it matter if The Great Nyehehe has five hundred followers? So what if there’s a raffle? What does that pertain to the average, pathetic, miserable mortal such as myself?” 

Well, shut your trap and let The Great Nyehehe tell you!! Bah!!

The Great Nyehehe is giving you lowly mortal fools a rare chance of making something of yourself in the grand scheme of things, by becoming The Great Nyehehe’s lowly apprentice, which is still a lowly position in comparison with The Great Nyehehe himself, but not as low as before, in the ways of villainy, Dark Magicks, and the true secrets of becoming an Immortal Warlock Lord!! 

Nyeh? “But what could The Great Nyehehe ever have need for a mere mortal beside him when he could do everything perfectly nefariously by himself,” you mortals may ask?

Well, first off, stop asking questions!! Bah!! Second, it’s obvious, isn’t it!?! When The Great Nyehehe has conquered Azeroth and the rest of the universe, he’ll be so blasted busy doing evil across the cosmos to deal with all you mortal fools on this planet!! One among you will just have to do as the manager of Azeroth, overseeing the construction of all The Great Nyehehe’s magnificent statues, managing all of The Great Nyehehe’s adoring fans and their indomitable desires for his autograph, and figuring out just how many evil deeds must be committed to fufill their monthly quotas while he’s having his fiendish fun in committing dastardly deeds. All that mundane bee’s wax The Great Nyehehe shan’t push himself to bother with when he can thrust it upon you mortals. 

The Great Nyehehe shall train this mortal for upwards of FIVE training sessions of scheming, executing, and perfecting the art of being the best bad guy a mortal can be!! Progress shall be recorded here, as shall all their inevitable mistakes and any improbable successes!! 

Nyes, but The Great Nyehehe is most definitely not a benevolent god!! His demands must be met, which are as thus follows!! Nyehehe!!:

Be following @thegreatnyehehe!! Obviously!!

Reblog this post, keep in mind that only one reblog counts per person!!

Have a presence on Azeroth!! That means no visions or hallucinations!! The Great Nyehehe isn’t going through that again!!

Have a presence on Tumblr!! The Great Nyehehe may not know what this “Tumblig” thingamajig is,but he requires it nevertheless!! Bah!!

Don’t doubt The Great Nyehehe’s dastardliness or limitless power!! It is strictly prohibited and extremely foolish!! Bah!!

All re-bloogs or whatever you call them must be submitted by November 16th, 2017 (11/16/17). The winner shall be chosen randomly out of The Great Nyehehe’s brewfest hat from last month, of which he never plans to don in a nyehehillion years. The winner shall be announced on November 17th, 2017!! And keep that in mind, only the winner!! No participation trophies!! Bah!!

Nyehehe!! Bad luck to you all, mortal fools!! 

= OOC Info =

((A quick, small raffle to celebrate 500 followers! The randomly chosen winner will be included in a short series of posts of Nyeh here trying to teach them of his specific, allegedly superior brand of villainy. We would also likely RP a decent amount of time in-game for the lessons themselves, which isn’t as much as a gift as it is a curse, but nevertheless will likely be necessary. I wanted to do something as a celebration, and with a limited budget, i hope it is satisfying to both the winner and the readers. As stated, reblogs are due 11/16/17 and will be announced 11/17/17. Thank you, and good luck))