#KIT tor

[willingcannibalvictim]

i did a few doodles during class 2day

HA VORE JUMPSCARE!!!

[paintedskinenthusiast]

I really like the idea that Kit fills a supernatural ecological niche with his skin painting and doesn't even realize it.

[tormentum-ab-intra]

sometimes you just have to draw your oc when he was a baby and that'll cure you

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Dance with the Devil by Kit Rocha

Series: Mercenary Librarians #3Author: Kit RochaPublisher: Tor BooksReleased: August 16, 2022Received: NetGalley Okay, hear me out: mercenary librarians. You sold yet? Because that’s all, it took to sell me on this series (no, seriously – it’s true). Dance with the Devil is the third novel in Kit Rocha’s Mercenary Librarians series, and it has been such a delight to read. Dani and her family…

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

The Nublar Six at a sleepover (none of them have ever been to a sleepover in their lives for various sad reasons)

“this isn’t canon!!” to YOU maybe; i know them personally

Darius:

Usually hosts

If not at his house, he is the most careful with whoever’s house he’s in

Tries (and fails) to get everyone to bed before midnight

Intense video game marathon with Ben

Squished in between Sammy  and Brooklynn for the movie

He and Sammy suggest the Just Dance tournament

Makes sure there is pizza and party food for everyone

Drags everyone outside to go stargazing for a bit (they go inside after a while when they get cold, despite being bundled in blankets)

(if they’re older) is the one making sure people are being responsible with their alcohol consumption. No one is drinking irresponsibly while he’s around

Always wears a short sleeved T–Shirt and long trousers to sleep in

Gets five hours of sleep

Ben:

Is the only one not terrified by the horror movie Yaz brought (You think this is scary? You don’t know true fear until you’ve fought Tor— *gets a pillow to the face from Kenji*)

Sits on the arm of the sofa during the movie

Started the pillow fight

Makes a mysterious ‘potion’ for truth or dare by mixing virtually every condiment he can find in the person’s house and dares people to drink it

Would kiss anyone in spin the bottle (even a platonic cheek smooch)

Gets high on sugar and bounces off the walls until at least 3am

The one who keeps talking after everyone’s in their beds

Wanders around in just pyjama shorts or boxers to sleep in

Does not sleep at all. Wanders the house until the sun rises and then wakes the others for breakfast

Brooklynn:

Has never been to a sleepover so she researches what happens and things to do so she’s prepared

Overpacks hard. Her duffle bag has a week’s worth of outfits, her Espresso machine, her karaoke machine, all her makeup and skincare products, possibly hundreds of hair ties, an airbed pump, a hairdryer, a hair straightened, a first aid kit, a spare pillow and several extra blankets just in case someone’s cold. You need it? She has it

Brings five whole packs of period supplies just in case people need them

Teams up with Darius and Ben during the pillow fight and makes a whole strategy for how to take down Kenji, Yaz and Sammy

Takes all the party games a bit too seriously

Makes people play spin the bottle

Has either gorgeous, lacy pyjamas, or an ugly oversized  T–Shirt and boxer shorts

Gets six hours of sleep

Sammy:

Offers to bring baked goods

Starts the rounds of truth or dare

Keeps spinning the bottle until it lands on Yaz

Buries her head in Yaz’s shoulder throughout most of the movie

During karaoke does a romantic song duet with Yaz

Actually terrifying at the pillow fight

(if they’re older) gets drunk and cries about her family issues with Kenji

Sneaks off to cuddle with Yaz once everyone’s fallen asleep

Wears a tank top and shorts to sleep in (hot sleeper Sammy my beloved)

Gets six hours of sleep

Kenji:

Also has no clue what on earth to do

His dare suggestions for truth or dare get out of hand (I dare someone to climb into the upstairs window from the garden) (I dare someone to shave their eyebrows)

Manspread across the sofa when they were watching a movie; Yaz kicked him off so he’s demoted to the floor

Teams up with Yaz and Sammy in the pillow fight  but they offer him up as bait and Darius, Brooklyn and Ben destroy him

Actually believes Yaz’s ghost stories and pretend-sleeps the whole night

Gets Ben on spin the bottle and leaves the room (gay panic)

Chugs Ben’s potion to look cool and spends the rest of the night throwing up

Darius spins Brooklynn on spin the bottle and Kenji loudly says “let’s stop this game now I’m bored”

(if they’re older) gets drunk and cries about his family issues with Sammy

Wears a short sleeved top and boxer shorts to sleep in

Gets two hours of sleep (8am-10am the next day)

Yaz:

Shy and awkward at first

But just you wait for the ghost stories because Yaz has the most terrifying ghost stories the Nublar Six ever heard

Brings horror films and makes everyone terrified to go to sleep

Unexpectedly good at karaoke, she actually finds herself enjoying it

Her and Sammy win the pillow fight (“Yippee, a win for the gays” — Kenji, sarcastically)

Her and Sammy sneak off to someone’s bedroom to make out while the others are downstairs

Asks the most personal truth questions in truth or dare, and then psychoanalyses everyone's answers

Sneaks off to cuddle with Sammy once everyone’s fallen asleep

Wears long sleeved pyjamas to sleep in (cold sleeper Yaz my beloved)

Gets six hours of sleep

headcanons about their parents hosting sleepovers here!!

[kingofattolia]

I love you Obi-Wan Kenobi I love you Anakin Skywalker I love you Ahsoka Tano I love you Quinlan Vos I love you Aayla Secura I love you Plo Koon I love you Kit Fisto I love you Jocasta Nu I love you Vokara Che I love you Mace Windu I love you Ki-Adi Mundi I love you Barriss Offee I love you Luminara Unduli I love you Caleb Dume I love you Depa Billaba I love you Garen Muln I love you Bant Eerin I love you Yoda I love you Ky Narec I love you Adi Gallia I love you Siri Tachi I love you Stass Allie I love you Tholme I love you Ferus Olin I love you Tru Veld I love you Tallisibeth "Scout" Enwandung-Esterhazy I love you Fy-Tor Ana I love you Cal Kestis I love you Eeth Koth I love you Tahl Uvain I love you Clee Rhara I love you Whie Malreaux I love you Rael Aveross I love you T'ra Saa I love you Yaddle I love you Sifo-Dyas I love you Cin Drallig I love you Katooni I love you Feemor I love you Olee Starstone I love y

[indignantlemur]

Is there anyway we could take a tour through Thoris's weapons collection? Either the one on earth or the one on andoria.

Hello! We absolutely can do that! I hope you don't mind the delay - I took some time to draw concepts for a few weapons! (Scale is all over the place, just roll with it.)

Thoris' collection travels with him between planets, so it's all one collection rather than two split ones. Andorians take personal armaments very seriously, which should surprise no one, and Thoris considers his arsenal part of his personal kit.

Details below the cut!

So, pictured above we have:

Veeg-kaav (Veeg snare)

Rezhveeng (Throwing knives)

Punch-blade

Ngoog (Boot knives)

Ushaan-tor x2

Phoog aam Kor (Clan Kor-style sword)

Hrisal (tactical)

Hiith (Belt blade)

Plasma tonfa

Mace (traditional Andorian)

Plasma rifle

Plasma pistol

Shattered lirpa fan blade

Some of these are self-explanatory, such as the boot knives, throwing knives, punch-blade, and belt blade. Most of these are holdout weapons, or last-ditch close quarters options. An Andorian is never unarmed, if it can at all be helped, and Thoris has many years of experience in hiding weapons on his person.

The veeg-kaav is part of Thoris' hunting kit, as veeg cannot be readily be killed unless the head is separated from the body. The snare serves to pin the head (and thus the body) down while cutting through armoured chitin and allowing the user to give a sharp twist to the side to separate the head from the rest of the beastie. (The spikes along the haft are, in Thoris' words, "For when the little bastard dodges and I have to bludgeon it back into a corner.")

Thoris' ushaan-tor have a little wear and tear, as an oft-used weapon might. He's probably due to replace these with freshly forged ones, soon, but he has a fondness for weapons with a few scuffs and gouges; it shows they've not been idle.

The Phoog aam Kor (or Clan Kor-style sword) is a Clan variation on a traditional single-edge sword popular throughout Andorian history. Each Clan has a slight variation on the same theme, changing up the blade's edge, or length, or altering the shape somewhat. Clan Kor favours one which is serrated for the last two thirds of the blade.

The tactical hrisal (the blade from which Clan Hrisvalar draws its name) is a vicious weapon, meant for inflicting deep and catastrophic wounds. Andorians have a scant few deep arteries and veins in their bodies, and the rest of their circulatory system is a vast and dense network of capillaries. A hrisal blade is intended to punch through chitin and sink deep enough to not only reach but rupture any such major blood vessels. The triangular wounds left behind are extremely difficult to close, even with modern medicine.

A plasma tonfa might seem a bit bizarre at first, but I am compelled to remind readers that Andorians don't believe in nonlethal weapons. More than that, Ambassador Thoris is largely of the opinion that if he hits something, it shouldn't be able to get back up again. The plasma tonfa, to that effect, can discharge superheated plasma if the user desires - though it is a single-use charge, and meant as a last resort.

Thoris' plasma rifle and pistol are the standard Andorian Imperial Guardsman issue, though he has taken the time to customize the grips for both.

The mace is a very traditional, very old school weapon by Andorian standards. It's not something Thoris uses often, but he's as proficient with it as everything else in his collection. Mace design doesn't change much across species, as it turns out - something Dagmar will find amusing - but unlike most examples of Terran maces the Andorian versions are extremely heavy.

And, finally... the shattered lirpa. Contrary to what some believe, this is not a trophy. Somewhere out there is the Vulcan officer who led the boarding party that killed Thoris' eldest sons. The coward responsible fled before Thoris' squad arrived on scene, pulling back the moment the tide of battle turned in typical Vulcan fashion. It is a cold comfort, but even amid the chaos and the damage it was evident that his sons had fought well; a great deal of blood was spilled in the choke point they were protecting ahead of engineering, and most of it was green. The younger of Thoris' sons shattered the lirpa that killed the elder, but succumbed to his wounds before help could arrive. Thoris has carried the fragment with him ever since.

(Strangely, Ambassador Soval has never once protested the lirpa fragment's inclusion in Thoris' weapons display. No one can quite decide what to make of this, Thoris included.)

Hope this was enlightening! <3

[chromaji]

ok eo oc question. who of your eocs is most likely to be the veteran explorer who inevitably fights against the party and what would their kit as a boss look like

Torren, the Dragoon from my first EO5 run! He's Dragoon 1 with the alt palette. I dont remember changing anything in his palette but its also been like 58 years & i didn't use this team to the end of that playthrough

He's a prickly nobleman who doesn't work well with others (doesnt help that was practically raised to not rely on others, barely even his parents). He briefly starts my eo5 playthrough as a solo explorer, and while in this "veteran explorer" context he'd be soloing the whole time... The members of my eo5 guild actually found & rescued him from dying to toxapex poison. And since the guild really needed a shield, they hold the poison incident over him as a debt he must repay.

Work with them, Tor. Or else the poison incident gets out. Don't let anyone else know you almost died on floor 2. Imagine if your parents learned about that, Tor😧. Do you think they'd disown you for not living up to their expectations? What would you be without your noble name...?🫢

Anyway yeah if he were instead a veteran explorer who could actually make it far soloing, he'd pull a "nothing personal, your guild's just been running off luck & conveniences this whole time. You aren't actually strong enough to reach the end of the labyrinth... and I'm gonna be the ones to show you that" & then you jump his ass.

Since he's a Dragoon I expect his focuses to be about the same, with Decoys to pester your team. Translated into an enemy skill, I guess decoys would act like complete immunity to the next attack. He'd gain more dirty cheap tricks like that as his HP becomes lower, because he's NOT losing, especially after all his talk.

He'd definitely have an attack where he just up & kicks you like in the face. And one where he smacks you with his gun/cannon, also in the face. He might make someone cry whether through kicking dust & sand in their eyes or through insults that act as taunts.

And after the fight... he probably has to stop himself from panicking and spiraling after losing. He tries to get one more cheap shot on you before losing consciousness.

Whether you carry him back to town after that or not is up to you. He has been as ass throughout your journey, but just now, he really seemed to be panicking for some reason... Are your explorers curious enough to find out why, directly from him? Or does it not really matter if you see him again or learn about his reasonings?

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I just wanted to let you know that I shared your Perfectly Normal Spaceship with authors Judith Tarr and Katherine Kit Kerr, and they are hooked. They're sharing the link with the other authors at Tor, so my dearest hope is that it might lead to some good things for you. Thank you for sharing your worlds with us!

Fantastic, thank you! I hope they enjoy the story!

[queersrus]

OH MY GOD??? hi 🐦 silly !!!!

then could i please get names , pronouns ( 1st & 3rd ) and titles based off of the following drawings? you can pick & choose which ones you wanna do so please don't feel forced to do anythin'!

https://i.postimg.cc/1tnb0XFP/20240622-111341.jpg ( ac: @/chudokucha — primarily the left character but based off both of their vibes is good too :3 )

https://i.postimg.cc/zXS6F9yL/20240625-124743.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 — both characters )

https://i.postimg.cc/T3tsZgqf/20240625-124835.jpg ( ac: @/bomal1215 )

— @rwuffles

you got it ! so sorry this took a while!

image one:

names:

alabun, alabaster, alabastrine, arctic bunny/bunnie, blanc, blanch/blanche, blair/blaire, bianca, bianco, bronwen

cotton, cinnamon, cinnabun, cinnabon, cocoa, cloud, cream, choco, caramel, chili/chile/chilie ember

floppin, fluff ginger hazel ivory

kit lop, loppin nutmeg

pearl, pearly, pepper satin, silk, snow, snowy/snowie, sweetie, sorrel tawny, toast whit

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

bi/bune/bunny/bunine/bunnyself ci/coze/cozy/cozine/cozyself si/softe/softy/softine/softself sni/snuge/snuggly/snugline/snugglyself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

bun/bunny, bun/buns, bunny/bunnys, bun/ny co/cozy, cozy/cozies, co/zy so/ft, so/soft, soft/softs, soft/softly, soft/softys, snu/snuggle, snug/gle, snug/snuggle, snuggle/snuggles, snuggle/snuggly

titles:

the soft one(s), the gentlest, the white rabbit, the cuddly, the cozy, the snuggly, the soft darling

*one who is soft, one who is cozy, one who is gentle, one who is loved, one who gives the warmest hugs

image two:

names:

afix, afixture, aid, arter, arterie/artery box, blu/blue/bleu, bp, bpm cotton(candy), candy/candi/candie, coated, cross doc, docta, doctor

jelly/jellie, jellybean lil, lillie/lilly medi, medic, medica

nurse objecti, organa

pulse, pill red skele, skeleta vibrant, vein

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

di/docte/docty/doctine/doctorself mi/mede/medy/medine/medself mi/me/medicy/medicine/medicinself(medicalself) ni/nure/nursy/nursine/nurseself

3rd p prns: they/them/their/themself

blue/cross do/doc, doc/tor, do/doctor, doc/doctor, doctor/doctors med/meds, med/medical, med/medicine, med/ical, med/icine, medical/procedure, medic/aid, med/medic, medic/medics nu/rse, nur/se, nu/nurse, nurse/nurses red/cross

titles:

the doctor, the nurse, the medical supplier, the medicare, the medical team, the medical objectsonas, the monitors, the living medkit, the living med equipment

*one who supplies medicaid/medicare, one who posseses medical supplies, one who consists of medical kits, one who is made from medical equipment

image three:

names:

amber, aero, aera, aqua citrus, cat, catty, clementine, cara, cyba, cyber, citrine digi exe, exie

fruit, fruti/fruiti/fruity, file jellybean, jaffa, jpeg kiti/kitti/kitty

mandarin, mouse, mew orange pond, pute, puta

splash, summer, sommer, surf teal, tangerine, tiger, tangelo, tide, tropic, tropica web, wave, wade, wire

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

aei/aere/aery/aerine/aeroself ci/cate/caty/catine/catself ci/citre/citry/citrine/citrusself fri/frute/fruty/frutigerine/frutigerself oi/ore/orangy/orangine/orangeself

3nd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

aer/aero, aero/aeros ci/citrus, citrus/fruit frut/frutiger, frutiger/frutigers, frutiger/aero ora/orange, orange/oranges tropic/tropical web/core

titles:

the frutiger aero cat, the webcore cat, the orange tide, the orange loving cat, the refreshed page

*one who loves citrus fruit, one who adores frutiger aero, one made of orange slices and wires

*one can be replaced with any prns

[fio-renze]

<<We’ve been instructed to teleport the city. Leyline array shows destination SE of Kalimdor and E of Pandaria. Spool up will take ~45min.>>

That was all she needed to hear, really. Part of her wanted to simply be in the city when it moved — she had never experienced it before, and there was something thrilling about the sheer magical might it would take to transport the island and all its inhabitants halfway across the world. Then the Radiant Song shrieked in her mind, sending a lance of pain, fear, hope and desperation through her core and Fiorenze knew that being in the city was part of something bigger. 

She grabbed her camp kit and shoved it into her enchanted travel bag before giving Rue a smooch on the head. Pyraelia’s house in Eversong had been home for such a short time, and once Dalaran had settled her sister would be back here by the morning to take care of her if Talon’s orders came through to muster. 

Her hand wrapped around the smooth bark on her newly grown staff and she exhaled slowly before tracing the teleportation rune for Dalaran in the air, a glowing thread of arcane following in the wake — and in the space of a blink she was transported, the familiar smooth limestone and violet trappings of the visitor center filled her vision. 

She stepped out into the street and messaged her sister back, <<Here. Are you staying in your archive?>>

The chances of Pyraelia getting back to her quickly were slim, no doubt she was having to delegate work to her assistants to keep all the scrolls and tomes safe in her archive before stepping in to help with the great relocation spell. Fiorenze smiled wryly to herself as she walked through the street, pushing past Kirin Tor mages and civilians trying to get their last minute preparations handled. 

Her little sister wore responsibility better than she ever had — and for causes much greater than anyone in their family could have championed. 

“Ma’am?”  

Fiorenze flicked a long thalassian ear and spared a smile for the weary shopkeeper who had addressed her. The human woman’s face lit up to match, glad she’d been heard, “Would you mind helping us? The teleportation order… Last time we had a wine rack shift and we lost a bunch of inventory. I’d be more than happy to part with a few bottles as payment!” 

Who was she to say no to that? 

They made small talk while Fiorenze grew some vines to help keep the rack cabinet doors securely shut. This was her only shop, but her older sister had a similar one on the other side of the city. They didn’t own a vineyard themselves, but collected bottles from all over the world. Dalaran — and all her cosmopolitan travelers — had been kind to them over the years. Between the two of them it was quick enough work, and the proprietress wished her well as they parted. 

<<Yes, we’re the keepers of one of the conduits. In casies:>> A picture came through with the message, a diagram of the city with escape portals clearly marked. <<ETA 2 min. Find a spot to hang out with a roof and walls! Or not, I guess, you can be a bird now if something goes weird, right?>> 

She could, and she desperately did not want to be indoors for this. The evacuation points were the same as they always were, and she smiled as she shot back a reply, <<Appreciate you. I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me.>>

The minutes stretched on for what felt like eons, but she — and everyone else around her — gasped as they felt the upwelling of arcane beneath their feet. Great glowing lattices of runes raced across the flagstones and up the towers. There was an overwhelming rush of power, so deliciously concentrated. Would she ever feel anything like this again? The way it thrummed beneath her feet almost made her understand what her parents, and their parents before them on and on up the ancestral tree, had been chasing. 

In an instant it was over. Motes of arcane residue drifted down and dissipated into nothing as the city settled into its new space under an early evening sky. Halfway across the world in a split second. 

And then all hell broke loose. 

Thousands of void-dark portals cleaved the calm air, spilling Nerubian horrors in a torrent. Eldritch spiders swarmed up the great towers in a chittering mass that was rapidly drowned out by the screams of the citizens who were now having to fight for their lives. There was a great, shattering quake and the groaning cacophony of stone being sundered above her. She gripped her staff tighter and ran, dodging and weaving past a growing tide of people fleeing. 

Perhaps it was fate to see familiar faces. Xylaes and Stellan clashed with a gigantic, beetle-like hulk that cracked the ground beneath it wherever it stepped. Its wings flared as it roared in pain, the two men were experts in combat — and this was the street where they lived and worked. Ending the threats here came naturally. Xylaes shifted in a nimble dodge to get out of the way of one of those too-heavy legs. There wasn’t any time to say anything, but the look he gave her was enough to convey a clear and resonant ‘get the fuck out of here’. 

The hulk collapsed then, and they diverged. Stellan and Xylaes turned to clash with a spindly, orb-shaped weavemancer. She shifted shape and flew. Falcons were more nimble, and she was able to effortlessly bank and weave past the skittering swarmites that were descending on the city streets. The higher up she got, the more it became chillingly apparent that this was a coordinated assault. 

Her gaze immediately went to what had once been the Sunmote Tower — her family’s home here for nearly a century. Pyraelia’s final renovation before they’d sold it months ago had been to add an entire floor of glass windows as a conservatory. It glittered in the sunlight as all the panes broke out at once, giving way as the central pillar fractured and crashed down to the ground in a great cloud of dust. 

She tucked in her wings and rocketed toward it. There were people in that district, in the other homes around the base. One of the emergency portals would be nearby. Someone had to help. 

Finding a clear spot to set back down was nearly impossible. The rubble of what had once been her stately home covered a large swathe, but the living quarters had stayed mostly intact. Fiorenze crouched low and hid behind a jagged chunk of balcony, waiting, listening. Cries of agony ebbed eerily in the tide of discordant magic and the thrum of arcane defense. There was a distant part of her that knew that she’d hear that in her nightmares for centuries to come. If she stayed still any longer there was a risk she’d freeze and — 

“Help!” 

It was the faintest of cries, just beyond and below her perch, inside what was left of the tower. 

“Help me! Please! Anybody!” 

She scrambled over the balcony, looking for any access. This had been her balcony, and the more her hands clawed stone away the more it revealed pockets of entry into what was left of the collapsed bedroom she had known and loved. 

Fiorenze slipped down through a crack big enough to allow her and landed in the dark, her eyes adjusting to the low light as she blinked through the still settling dust. 

There Director Aradana Mirthstar was, trapped and bleeding under a collapsed section of the ceiling — staring at her with wide eyes and rapt terror. 

This was no longer a rescue. 

Aradana Mirthstar had tried to kill her. Aradana Mirthstar had bought her family home. Aradana Mirthstar was a pest, an annoying little mystery. 

“Fiorenze! Thank the stars!” 

She slid carefully down the banked tile floor until she was closer to the Quel’dorei woman, “Who gave you the order to kill me, Aradana?” 

Aradana’s face couldn’t get any paler, and whatever plea she was about to continue immediately silenced, “This isn’t the time. Please, free me and I’ll tell you everything.” 

Fiorenze’s charming, diplomatic mask slid into place, full of warmth and good intentions, “Tell me while I figure out how to get this off of you without hurting you more.” She made every effort to seem helpful, checking the edges of the slab to see where it could be lifted. 

There was another great rumble and everything shifted. Rubble and dust rained and Aradana’s body was crushed just a little more, “Faster, please,” she gave a shuddering little sigh and dug her nails into the stone below her as if to pull herself forward. Nothing budged. “… Director Embercrown. He heard the Grand Magister was setting you up to take his place.” 

Rommath had implied he was on the road to retirement. Forced, perhaps. How curious. She settled down next to the erstwhile double agent, thoughts racing under the gauze of shock and sheer instinct to get out of this dangerous place that could — and would — continue to collapse. Her fingers threaded through Aradana’s golden hair, “Thank you for your honesty.” 

They had been friends of a sort once, many decades ago when they were both fighting for notoriety. The ceiling she was trapped under was, truthfully, the only thing keeping her alive. Pressure on a great wound. Aradana was dying and didn’t realize it. Was it better to tell her? Was it better to let her go with hope? 

She didn’t get a choice. 

Another collapse nearby shifted everything again, just enough for the great chunk of rock to lift up enough that it gave Aradana immediate relief. Her eyes lit up, reality set in, and she laughed in a desperate, plaintive sort of way before going still. 

Fiorenze looked up at where she had come in — the hole that was supported by half of the door frame had gotten smaller. It didn’t matter. She had to go. 

She traced her teleportation rune in the air again, putting faith in the integrity of the city. She opened her eyes and swung her staff at the Nerubian guard that lunged for her when she materialized outside the Visitor Center. A city guard grabbed her from behind and shoved her toward the stairs that lead toward Krasus’ Landing, covering her retreat. 

Warbled, arcane warning messages warbled through the chaos, too damaged to fully convey their message but managing to do so in the most effective way even still, “Evacuate.” 

She ran through the next available portal with people she’d never seen before, only to land on an unfamiliar beach. They all turned their eyes to the sky as a growling peal of thunder rolled out in the middle of a nearly cloudless sunset, and observed as a roiling gloom engulfed the center of the city. 

Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears and the growing knot of tension in her stomach dropped as Dalaran exploded. Fragments of rock and arcane crystal hung in the violet sky for a second that felt like eons. 

Screams shook her out of her stupor, and for good reason. The force of the explosion was sending that debris rocketing their way. There wasn’t any time to stop, panic or mourn. She had to find cover and find it fast, but one extremely important thought was on her mind:

Where was Pyraelia?

@xylaes / @inistellan / @themercenaries

[help-an-alter]

Heyyyy

Back again! We kinda need some names and pronouns for some (William) Afton Fragments, we have a few, and they wanna be different from each other but they don't know how

Ok, one is based on Glamrock Bonnie, one is a corpse, one is a glamrock oc, one is a springtrap, and we have a springbonnie

Sorry if that's a lot, they've just kinda been fighting lately, and we wanna settle this

If it's definitely too much, you can just pick and choose which ones to do, and sorry again

@galaxialauthority

Hello, this one took us awhile to complete. Honestly, most of the pronouns and some of the names can be used for any of them, so i recommend all of them taking a look at more than just their section. If these aren’t what you’re looking for, feel free to send in another ask with more specific details.

Glamrock Bonnie

names: harper, ronnie, alani, beau, terry, alfie, leo, galvin, billie, bowie, bruce, boston, cooper, bliss, blue, bo, button(s), easter, galaxy, vega, comet, caelum, draco, gale, hopper

pronouns: glam/glams/glamself, glam/our/glamourself, bun/buns/bunself, ro/rock/rockself, guitar/guitars/guitarself, col/lor/colorself, blu/blue/blueself, bo/bows/bowself, haunt/haunted/hauntedself, bonbon/bonbons/bonnieself, hy/hym/hymself, dest/roy/destroyself, wither/withers/witherself, scrap/scraps/scrapself, per/form/perform(er)self, shatter/shattered/shatteredself,

Corpse

names: carcass, cadaver, carrion, mummy, decay, destroy, burn(t), ghost, morgue, bones, crow, crowbait, bait, stitch, socket, graves, elegy, crypt, mortis, atropos, thanatos, grim, mandos, scythe, mourn(e), sickle, nocturne, dread(ed)

pronouns: rot/rots/rotself, dec/ay/decayself, gut/guts/gutself, rip/rips/ripself, tooth/teeth/toothself (alt. teethself), flesh/flesh/fleshself, tor/torn/tornself, burn/burnt/burntself, horror/horrors/horrorself, crypt/cryptid/cryptidself, bite/bites/biteself, gore/gores/goreself, bleed/bleeds/bleedself (alt. bloodself)

Glamrock OC

names: names: hendrix, jagger, jett, elliot, creed, duff, henley, joan, acrylic, alby/albie, carmen, coda, cypress, dancer, disco, eko, exodus, fable, florian, friso, genesis, glyph, jynx/jinx, kit, lake, magic, marley, omega, patches, stitches

pronouns: glam/rock/glamrockself, punk/punks/punkself, ruin/ruined/ruin(ed)self, breach/breaches/breachself, paint/paints/paintself, spike/spikes/spikeself, mas/cot/mascotself, tech/nology/technogicalself, ani/tron/animatronicself, gli/glitch/glitchself, break/breaks/breakself, fun/funs/funself, party/parties/partyself

Springtrap

names: spring(y), atherton, caldwell, pascal, ansa, casimir/kazimir, seth, apophis, alecto, discord, ruin, havoc, blaze, eclipse, anarchy, omega, ash, crusher, bones, skeleton, end(er), phantom, ragnarok, abaddon, abandon, erebus, krampus, kronos, lucifer, metal, iron, decay

pronouns: spring/lock/springlockself, bone/bones/boneself, pha/phan/phantomself, twi/twist/twistedself, scrap/trap/scraptrapself, gli/glitch/glitch(trap)self, rot/rotten/rottenself, bro/ken/brokenself, greed/greeds/greedself, af/afton/aftonself, dam/damage/damagedself, wire/wires/wireself, tatter/tattered/tatteredself, hunt/hunting/huntingself, hallucinate/hallucinations/hallucinationself, fault/faulty/faultyself, night/mare/nightmareself, sal/vage/salvageself

Spring Bonnie

names: springs, bow/boe/bo, bowie, goldie, bon, bonbon, clank, orpheus, edison, destro, phobos, phoenix, gold, goldie, rabbit, mal, hare, malhare, glitch, glitchtrap, mel, melhare, mascot, sunny, yellow, sunshine, plush, plushie

pronouns: spring/spring/springself, enter/tain/entertainself (alt. entertainerself), rabbit/rabbits/rabbitself, yell/low/yellowself, gold/den/goldenself, dine/diner/dinerself, lure/lured/luredself, end/skel/endoskeletonself (alt. endoself, skeletonself), im/pale/impaleself, de/ceased/deceasedself, possess/possessed/possess(ed)self, bow/tie/bowtieself, trap/trapped/trappedself (alt. trapself), dec/ay/decayself, burn/burned/burn(ed)self, burn/trap/burntrapself

[johnkatsmc5]

Rainbow Generator "Dance Of The Spheres"1978 Private + Krozier & The Generator "Tranceformer" 1982 double LP Australia  Psych,Ambient,Experimental,Space Rock,Spoken World,Electronic,Synth Prog

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Rainbow Generator "Dance Of The Spheres"1978

Official reissue of a record originally privately pressed and released in Australia in 1981. Tracks on this album were selected from recordings of live shows and rehearsals conducted at Fission Chips studio between the dates of January 7th and 26th 1981, these being the last performances by the group prior to Geoffrey´s death. These tracks were originally recorded on a four-track TEAC and were subsequently transferred to an Otari eight-track, when they were overdubbed by David and Keith, and were then mixed and mastered at Fission Chips. Dedicated to the memory of Geofrey Crozier 1947 - 1981.....~ Rainbow Generator are Australia’s first true experimental electronic music group. Consisting of David Labuschagne AKA Mojo, and Rob Greaves AKA Ras. Starting in the mid-70’s, the pair took it upon themselves to begin exploring the possibilities of the sonic dimension and with an ‘open mind’ began investigating the interface between psyche and sound. In 1976 David established the ‘Lectric Loo’ studio in Woolloomooloo, Sydney. Known to the ‘heads’ as simply the “Loo”, the 3-story building was owned by the Department of Main Roads, and slated for demolition. So, it was that the entire block became a haven for squatters, and while Mojo had the main 3-story building to himself, the rest of the buildings were taken by a hotch-potch of people that included Anarchists, a Clown School and a collection of other random squatters. Recording in the ‘Lectric Loo’ provided them the ability to record freely. In 1975 they began to experiment, putting Mojo’s Fender Strat through effects pedals, playing with sounds while manipulating shortwave radio stations and also challenging convention by playing the insides of instruments. By 1976 they had built a kit synthesizer and shortly after purchased a full Roland 100 Synthesiser set-up and were on their way. In 1978, with little resources, or any form of distribution they released their sole LP ‘Dance of the Spheres’. As Mojo puts it, “we were intent on making music with whatever we could beg, borrow, buy, and liberate. Albeit with scant regard for the rules or conventions or niceties of the game. Ultimately, it was all an act of love, of joy. Not just an adventure; it was a musical odyssey”. This odyssey continued their exploration of the interface between psyche and sound. Fusing genres and boundaries, Dance of the Spheres incorporates elements of 70’s psych and folk with spoken-word and of course the emerging sounds of the synthesizer and drum machines. Furthermore, the addition of traditional instruments such as the didgeridoo and the classical Indian instrumentation technique of a Raga add a timeless layer, all seamlessly complementing the other elements and launching the album to another dimension....~ Line-up / Musicians - Rob "Ras" Greaves / All keyboards and all other instrumentation - David "Mojo" Labuschagne / Guitar and all other instrumentation Guests: - Damien Burnett - Didjeridu (track 3) - Naomi Lego - Vocals (on Essence and Rainbow Raga) - Tor Davis - Vocals (on City of the Sun) Tracklist Polyploid Spex Quiblings Query Wandjina Asymptote Embryonic Eye Essence Shockwave Rider City Of The Sun D.Lirium Rainbow Raga 'Ssence

Krozier & The Generator  "Tranceformer" 1982 double LP

One of the rarest Australian synth post-prog vinyl artefacts. Combining shamanic spoken word with nodding kosmische instrumentation fuelled by Australian synth technology....~ Credits Guitar, Synthesizer, Drum Machine [Rhythm-Machine] – David Mow Liner Notes [On sticker] – Anton Newcombe Percussion – Keith Casey* Producer [Reissue] – Andy Votel, Doug Shipton, James Pianta Remastered By – Gareth Mallinson Synthesizer, Drum Machine [Rhythm-Machine] – Robert Greaves Vocals – Geoff Krozier Tracklist House Of The Sun 2:33 Khan-Khallili Razaar 3:18 The Devil May Care 8:01 Slave Traders 2:33 Land Of Unclean Spirits 3:54 Perhaps Reincarnation 2:02 House Of The Joker 8:15 Take A Look 4:42 Temple Of Exotic Delights 14:23 Feed You To The Sharks 1:43 Lapis-Lazuli 6:35 I´ll Be A Sphinx For You 1:30 Doubting Thomas 1:30 Paid Your Money 7:18

Rainbow Generator "Dance Of The Spheres"1978 Private + Krozier & The Generator "Tranceformer" 1982 double LP Australia  Psych,Ambient,Experimental,Space Rock,Spoken World,Electronic,Synth Prog

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[queer-ragnelle]

So who among the Arthurian characters is into cottagecore? Morgan has to be right?

hi!

you know what i'm gonna have to disagree. i don't think morgan's affiliation to magic and nickname "le fay" are enough, especially bc she prides herself on a lofty status that elevates her above the humble rural living that cottagecore romanticizes. i mean here she is in the vulgate proclaiming herself a king's daughter (isn't she the daughter of duke gorlois?) while she prepares to kill her husband and get away with it.

queen shit. here are some characters i think would be into cottagecore.

arthur: when thomas berger wrote him as loving his simple life in wales with his family and sleeping out with the dogs and genuinely relishing his modest upbringing with his foster brother? i felt that.

blanchefleur: she definitely named herself "white flower" after her own garden's award winning blossoms at the county fair. she bottles it for perfume too, if you're interested. perceval always keeps a little vial around his neck so he can smell it and think of her while on quest or when he gets lost on his way to take out the trash. thanks wifey.

brangaine and palamedes: whether or not she can actually achieve this lifestyle whilst in the service of isolde, she definitely dreams of fleeing to the countryside with palamedes. it also makes his commute shorter (cottage is on the edge of the enchanted woods in which the questing beast roams).

culhwch and olwen: after the nightmarish tasks they underwent just to get married they absolutely retired far away from court life where those shenanigans wouldn't reach their children.

dindrane: she's the quintessential nun, one who didn't learn necromancy. she enjoys all the typical stuff expected in a remote hermitage; gardening, baking, making wine, going on an adventure bilbo style complete with chaotic means and tragic ends, bird watching.

fisher king and elaine: since the queen passed away they just want more father and daughter bonding time out on the boat to fish. they catch dinner in their little pond and take it home to cook and go to sleep happy. they do the same thing again the next day without any obligations besides living. nothing bad happens.

green knight and wife: pretty sure they invented cottagecore or at least introduced the concept into the realm. they have their own line of cottagecore starter kits with little seeds to grow personalized mini gardens for a country oasis even in the discomfort of your monarch-sanctioned barracks. so what if the plants they sell are annuals and you have to buy a new one every year. aren't you committed to the aesthetic?

isolde and tristan: did they or did they not smash in that grotto like their lives depended on it? i rest my case.

merlin: have you read mary stewart's merlin trilogy? my guy wanted the quiet life so bad it made him look stupid. he died as he lived, in the middle of fucking nowhere. say what we will he committed to the bit to the very end.

tor: he is literally a cowboy farmer kid turned knight. actually forget the whole list he's the only one.

thanks for the ask!

[bl-bracket]

4, 8, 16, 24 for ask game

4. Favorite Side Character

Okay this is so hard cause I love side characters so much. I think in terms of who has given me the most brain rot, I gotta go with my son Sound from My School President. Like angsty lonely gay teenager being adopted against his will by a group of weirdos (affectionate)? It's like they made a character specifically for me to project onto. I'm constantly torn between wanting to shake him around in my teeth and wanting to give him every good thing in the world. He's just so!!!!

8. First BL

So way back when (like 2017), I somehow discovered 2 Moons (the original one). Now I had never seen or heard of bls before beyond like yaoi manga, so like a full length live action tv show was so revolutionary to me and I could watch the whole thing on youtube? wow! I was obsessed (especially the ming/kit story line). Now, I wouldn't rec the drama nowadays but like little old me was shook and told all of my friends at school about it. BUT somehow I never watched another bl or show from Thailand until 2022 when I saw people posting about Not Me on the dash/trending tab and decided to watch and then from there I got into the BL fandom proper. Anyways when I saw people posting about Triage I was like so shook because I knew those guys!!!! I, for the record, have not seen 2 Moons 2 nor rewatched the original in so many years.

16. Favorite Trope

Ok so there are many tropes that I love a lot, but nothing gets me more excited then some good ol classic identity porn (side note: I really wish that it was called something else because telling my irl friends that I'm into identity porn is the worst). But yes I love it when characters have a secret identity and then when they interact with the same person in both identities? ooo that's the stuff. Guardian is my favorite example of this. Like all the work Shen Wei put into keeping Yunlan from realizing he was the Black Cloak Envoy? The quick identity switches? Zhao Yunlan putting the pieces together slowly? Ugh it's just so good, especially in romance stuff where like the character is falling for both identities and doesn't know what to do. I also love a good character reveal, particularly when they're revealing that the character who seemed very ordinary and normal is actually very powerful and cool. (another reason why I love it in Guardian). It can definitely be dragged out too long (I have not watched Miraculous Ladybug other than a couple episodes in my French class when I was younger but I have heard much about the infamous love square that is two people), but like it's definitely something that needs to last for a considerable amount of time in order to really scratch that itch in me. 23.5 kinda did this with the Earth/Ongsa thing, but while I did love that, I wouldn't label it was being the same as Shen Wei/Black Cloak Envoy. Like with Ongsa it was more of a mistaken identity/miscommunication thing while I like it when the character already has an established alter ego thing that they don't intend the LI to get close to, if that makes sense? Anyways this is a quite long of saying I like when characters are revealed to be more than they seem.

24. Dream Actor Pairing

Look I'm not breaking new ground here when I say that I want Jeff and Bible to do a drama together. It's so evil that Kim and Vegas didn't have any interactions. I think they would kill it (no pun intended) playing a couple in a drama. Other than that, I'm not too sure? There's a lot of actors I really like and want to see more of or think could act well with another, but I don't have many other I need these two to play lovers that haven't already? Like I would absolutely love to get Gawin/First again (Danyok was not enough for me) or for Tor and Gun to actually get to play lovers some time.

[tactical-songbird]

Drabble Set #1

tags: omegaverse

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His teeth hurt. And his bones ached. An ache that went to the very marrow. It threatened to penetrate his very being- just like how he wanted to sink his fangs deep into-

Lavender. Heather. Sea salt. Ylang-ylang. Wild honey.

Rot.

The foul acrid stench was enough to snap him out of the hazy thoughts entrapping him. Teeth clenching down upon the rubber-like plastic of the biteguard in his mouth. He felt his fingers reflexively twitch inwards and the answering small jerk of the body lying against him.

She was curled up into his side like a kit to its mother's belly, seeking safety. Comfort. Yet rather than see the slow deep breathes of peaceful sleep, König could see she still had the quick shallow breathes of earlier; cheeks flushed with fever.

A low growl escaped his throat. Anger threatened to boil his blood, rising up to meet the muttered curse leaving his lips.

"Verdammt."

Days in the care of Kortac's medical team and they still hadn't managed to break the goddamned fever. Why had he brought her here if they couldn't help her in the first place? They were only prolonging the omega's suffering and with every passing hour König could the need- nein, urge to pierce her neck grow ever stronger.

She was in heat no? A problem easily remedied by an alpha's company. An alpha's bite. The bond.

He gripped at his head with a hand. Nein nein. Not an easy problem and not an easy fix. He had done the right thing. He knew it deep down but instinct was making it difficult. She was making it difficult.

The omega.

Sparrow.

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tags: omegaverse | angst

AU & Context: Sparrow is in the London tunnels with Price and Soap when the attack occurrs. Soap lives & Sparrow instead takes the wound. A bullet to the chest. | Musings/HC --> Drabble

Aksel getting the news while Konig and others are in the middle of an operation of their own, and he realizes he can't tell the Austrian the news right away. That the mission has to come first. That he will understand (he does, oh how he does, but god he wishes he didn't) - and it's Declan who is given the news first as he was leader of the mission. The man needs to be aware of what may happen upon arrival to base and such- but it makes so much sense as to why his operative was acting a little strange after a certain point.

But upon landing the Austrian can feel something is amiss. Something is wrong. Aksel commonly does not greet them upon the helipad, yet there he stands. Arms crossed behind his back, standing straight. Declan puts a hand on the giant's shoulder, steely gaze full of warning... and sympathy

Tor clears the others from the area, asking for a minute to speak to Konig, apologizing ahead of time as he knows that the other only just returned from a mission; but that he is needed urgently in London.

London? Was that not where his liebling was deployed to? Back to join her old pack? And that wretched sensation tugging at his heart the latter end of the mission- did it have something to do with that? Did something happen?

He straightens out to his full height at the thought, icy blue eyes boring into Tor's.

"What happened?"

Aksel is used to the Austrian's imposing figure, the meancing bloodrage he can radiate but this is different- nevertheless he does not waver. But his gaze does soften. Sadden.

"There was a... complication. I have not obtained full details of what occurred but- Sergeant Medic Sparrow has been gravely injured."

Gravely injured. The words echo in his head, the world fading out as his mind hones in on the implications of Aksel's words. On their gravity.

Sparrow. Robin. Liebling.

For the first time, Konig feels himself waver for a moment. An unfamiliar feeling has his heart in its hands. One he has not known in a long, long time:

Fear.

The rest he does not remember. Not clearly. There was an explosion of emotion, their cages opened by fear's machinations. Rage. Frustration. Desperation. There was shouting, a lover's wrath. A king's declaration for war. A brute's need for blood. It all became a cacophony of voices, hands upon his body- were they holding him back? Consoling him? He could not recall. But then there was the stench of gasoline. The whirling of blades. The bite of restraints against clothed muscle and bone.

`How could he let her go? How could he let her go back to those dogs? They were the ones responsible for her decay in health last time- allowing her to push her body beyond its natural limits for the sake of their loyalties- It was infuriating. Maddening. He should have done more to convince her to stay. Should have made her stay, as her Alpha-

His hands gripped his head, blunt nails digging into the old worn cloth of his hood.

'I could not do that.' The thought brought with it clarity admist the ringing in his head, the whirlwind of emotions.

He could not clip his Sparrow's wings. And she would not let him. Stubborn little thing would have spread her wings and taken flight with the help of Tor. Freed from the jesses that tied her to Konig. Jesses any other Alpha would have imposed on their Omega alongside clipped feathers; things he never felt were needed because he knew his beloved bird would always return to him. For she had made her nest within him. Her home. His heart.

Nights spent sitting outside on the balcony, him leaning against its railings while she was perched upon them. Never fearing the fall beneath and instead looking to the stars.

"I want ta take ye to m'homeland one day." She said one night, eyes crinkled from where beaming cheeks made them crease.

König said nothing, instead responding with a curious 'Hm?'

"I think you'd like it. A sea of grass as far as ta eyes can see. Wild an' free. Ye could just run forever and it'd never end." She sighed, leaning to the side to rest against his shoulder and arm. "All wi' the smell o' the ocean in your lungs. The cold air blowin' through your hair."

She paused, letting out a soft sigh.

"Nothing like it."

A soft rumbling came from deep within his chest, the noise comforting the Omega who nuzzled the side of her cheek against the top of his shoulder.

"You sound homesick, Spatz."

He could see emerald eyes looking up at him, faint longing in them.

"You could say tha'" She mused, looking away to turn back to the stars. "But can ye really be missin' home while bein' with 'em? Sounds gas."