#orc merch

[shamanofthewilds]

Pop Mart have released a set of blind box Warcraft figures. The box includes the figure, a stand, and a card for the character inside. The figures themselves  are a decent size and are said to be targeted toward the player base in China, but are still available in the US. WoWhead states that they sell out fast, and that resell websites like Ebay will be your best bet.

Here is a focused look at Warchief Thrall in his Doomplate armor wielding the Doomhammer! This is a nice sculpt for an orc, and it’s about time Thrall got a cute figurine! (Especially considering he still has no Cute But Deadly figure!)

They currently have: Thrall, Jaina, The Lich King, Varian, Illidan, Sylvanas and Kael’thas.

They’re very cute, and definitely should be the direction Warcraft related merch should be going!

Website: Pop Mart

[marlynnofmany]

To the person who just bought both of these: I appreciate you.

And I hope you enjoy your purchases.

[little-noko]

A very special dakimakura for a very special kickstarter project made by @alainaprana's husband, the waifu handbook ! It is way more wholesome then what you might assume as this dnd project is about having a sweet partner alongside you through out your campaign where you forge an unbreakable bond with !

Okutsuna is a lovely half-orc maid that will use her trusty pan to beat her enemies to pulp in name of love !

This dakimakura is now available as PreOrder on the loading crew craft !

Art(c) @little-noko and @alainaprana Character(c) @Alainaprana's husband

[dcsart]

Made a Mini-Dom sticker cuz I wanted to! Get one via my shop! DarkChibiShadow @ bigcartel

[kozy4stuff]

Art vs. Artist 2023

This was a big learning year for me as well as the year when I think I've figured out what I really want to do. Next year is going to be executing my passion projects.

Like. Completing them. Not. EXECUTING, like killing them. Ugh.

All these characters are mine except for middle left which is Dilly's oc Vy and top left which is a Thwackalope from Cassette Beasts.

[glinski007]

DND enamel pin Kickstarter just launched! Link in bio via linkt.ree!!

[dr3c0mix]

Hiii! Could you please do a scenario where the reader is gushing over a fictional character and saying stuff like how hot they are and that they (reader) want to marry them (fictional character). And then the reaction of your characters to all that (specifically darik and hallow I think were the names) thanks!!

When Their Darling Simps For A Fictional Character

My OCs x GN Reader

hey silly billys !! ill be on a little hiatus for a bit because ill be visiting family <3 thank you for all the love yall have given me and my characters!

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Adrian sees you on your phone and smiling at...a cartoon character??

Over the course of the week, he teases and makes fun of you for it, but quickly goes through the stages of grief over how he's not getting your attention as much as before.

At first, he denies that he's jealous of a fucking picture, but that denial is soon forgotten once he hears you comment about how hot they were and he's fuming.

He'll try any way to get you to pay attention to him, slap your phone out of your hand, throw balls of paper at you, anything to make you stop ogling over that dumb character and be with him!!

"Stop looking at that stupid fanfiction and pay attention to me!"

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Brandon is not hiding the fact that he's jealous.

I mean he's trying, but you can clearly see he has beef with your fictional husbando.

He goes home and does research on the character, asking you all casual sounding what you like about them and change a bit of his style depending on your answer.

If you like how masc they are, he's gonna show off his muscles more during training, take off his shirt drenched with sweat in front of you, anything he can think of to make you think he's more manly and therefore more worthy of your love and attention.

"Hey (Y/N)! Check out my new haircut! You know, it kinda reminds me of that character you like right?...right?"

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Valeth brought you a few books to read and he notices you taking a liking to a certain character in one of them.

You tell him how dreamy and attractive the character is and how awesome they are, and he's trying not to grab your little book and throw it in the fire.

He would never want you to hate him for destroying something you love but goddAMN would it be satisfying.

He makes sure to note what characteristics you like about them and see if he can display them himself.

The big orc would even try to hide your book in a high shelf so you can't read it and pay attention to this fictional character instead of him :(

"Duckling? How about you put down that book and we prepare dinner together? I've missed spending time with my love~"

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Bo hates it. But he stays quiet about it, there's no way he can tear apart something that doesn't exist...

He's really salty and a bit whiny about it, begging you to compliment and love on him instead.

"Why settle for some fake when ya got the real thing right 'ere darlin'?"

Ribs is tearing apart anything that depicts the character. Say goodbye to your comic books or magazines.

He just throws a little pouty tantrum because you love someone that isn't the horde.

"You're our mate! Now please come here so I can hug you!" >:I

Soda is sitting across from you as you ramble about how cool this character is and he's not listening at the slightest. Fuck this guy, who even are they???

After you're done, he crawls up to you and pulls you into a tight cuddle.

"Thats nice...can we go back to kissing now?"

Screw just thinks you like the merch and not the character so he collects anything with your favorite character on it.

However, the others get mad at him for it and explain. Screw then takes it all away and hides it somewhere you'll never find.

"mmm I think we're cooler.."

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Wolfie isn't happy. He takes whatever thing you have of your character, and he rips it to pieces.

You run after him as he has your treasured item in his mouth and you hear his muffled laughing as he shakes his head around, ruining it..

He makes it his mission to jump in your lap whenever he sees you gushing about your little character, or pawing your face so you can look at him and love him now. It's been 5 minutes (Y/N)! It's his turn!

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Dorik's eye twitches as he watches you smiling and giggling over some picture. What's so good about it anyway?

He tries to get your attention on him by being extra obedient, making your favorite food, turning on your favorite movie for the both of you to watch, running you a hot bath, anything to make you praise him and not that stupid little image!

He almost settles to whining and begging for your attention, asking why and how you like this drawing and not him! He's your loyal servant after all!

"Master! They don't deserve someone as wonderful and perfect as you! Let's just eat dinner together and forget about them!"

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Kalva is a bit like screw and supports your interest in the character, but only if you praise him for finding little trinkets and stuff of them.

He loves seeing you happy, even though he hates the fact that you talk about them like they're your mate or something, but that's nonsense, he's your mate!

There will not be anything of that character in your shared bed/nest. You have a personal space for them, but your bed is special to only you and him.

He coos to sleep next to you, mumbling about you possessively while he huddles close to your warmth.

"Cute mate, my little mate, you're my mate! My happy little darling!"

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Jasper wouldn't really care unless you directly tell him you like them better than him then he's committing a war crime.

If he hears you saying you want to marry them, he's stealing all your merch of the character and burning them.

He might distract you with Jonesy like pushing a glass off a table and framing it on the cat so you could stop paying attention to your fanfics or whatever.

"H-hey, Jonesy's on the table again...maybe you should switch apps...take some pictures.."

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Viktor tries to stay cool but deep down, he's very very jealous of how much you like this character.

He's one of the only ones to actually confront you about it and he's adorable whilst doing so.

"M-my dear, maybe you should read some other books? I-I know how much you love that one but maybe uhm..we could read one together?"

Garrick doesn't even hide his hatred towards them, he insults and belittles them every chance his gets.

Why be interested in someone like them when you got 3 supernatural men hopelessly in love with you?

"Oh they're strong? Bet I could beat em in a fight. Can they turn into a bat? Probably not..I can though!"

Silas ignores it, he's sure it's just a little interest that will go away sooner or later.

But if he hears you talking about wanting to marry them, he's sitting you down and asking you why you'd want to do that. He hints a lot about him being a better pick.

"Darling I'm sure you can do better than them..I mean..you sure theres no other..attractive..intelligent and interesting people in your life?.."

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Baron has to keep his cold exterior from breaking every time you ramble to him about your favorite character. He's read the books you've read because he's a creep because he wanted to know you better and he can't help but find some similarities between him and that character of yours.

He wants to speak up about it but he's scared what he might imply. A bit of him is a bit flattered that you find people like him hot, maybe he should show off those characteristics more often around you.

"They're uhm..interesting, Boss..sounds a lot like someone I know..."

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Caspian is a whiny bitch when he finds out your liking to that character, he'll try to guilt trip you into dropping your interest in them because 'he should be your only love!'

He'll try his best to get you to look at him instead of that ugly little book.

"You love them more than me don't you? You're so very mean sometimes my treasure!"

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Hallow is hiding the book, no ifs, ands or buts. He's not letting some big strong hero protagonist person take up your attention. If you try finding it, he's ripping it up and disappearing for days.

He'll be extra cuddly to you from then. He'll make sure he's the one who makes you happy, not your other little friend.

"I'll give it back to you doll, if you give me a kiss~"

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 2

Propaganda

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

she's an orc! she's really fuckin strong! she's a butch lesbian! she has a short fuse, loves to joke, and loves to threaten! and she is very soft and loves ducks + her lizard wife.

I don't even think I need to say anything here, we were all smitten the moment Griffin said "orc woman"

Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE):

As long as they're not talking, they're the hottest character in the game

hello gay people. you know what must happen now.

Voting Brnine cause I like this headcanon where theyre like the hottest (as long as they keep their mouth shut)

Art of Killian from the official graphic novels by @careydraws. Art of Brnine by @ahcoffeebeans, available now on official merch at friendsatthetable.shop .

[doodle-pops]

The Lords of Gondolin | Meeting Reader Who's An Author

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a further headcannon on a react I saw about the reader being an author with the Lords of Gondolin? They can be a poet or author but the lords already know who the reader is because their famous and took shelter in Gondolin because they were saved from an orc raid nearby. How the Lords deal with the reader writing amazing books, asking suggestions from their elf, if they’d let the reader go on book tours and if they do, how they’d react to paparazzi. Thank you! - Anon

A/N: I kept it a lot simpler with them being in awe at their writing abilities and books. I searched high and low for that reaction I had written and almost didn't find it lol.

Galdor

He is ecstatic to learn that his partner is an author, especially one who has written dozens of his favourite books. He’s had the honour of reading a few of your books and became easily ensnared by them.

Knowing that you were here in Gondolin with him would prompt him to unintentionally corner you or whisk you away to have some privacy and question you on your previously written works.

Perhaps an unfinished tale or an alternative ending to a favourite book you’ve written. Are there any new genres you’d like to explore one day?

He might become a bit sneaky and ask if he can write something with you, most likely about flora and fauna or healing.

Since you are human and not many elves would be entirely interested in consuming documents or stories written by your folks, you don’t have to worry about walking about and being targeted or bombarded by fans.

You would mostly spend your time in Gondolin developing a new story, perhaps taking inspiration for a new chapter or book or maybe collab with some of their loremasters.

Ecthelion

Quiet on the outside but thrilled on the inside to learn about your arrival to Gondolin. Here you are in the flesh, a favourite author of his who managed to capture the attention of a highly closed-off person.

And guess which genre of stories caught his attention, romance. Perhaps it was the series where two lovers who were meant to be, never ended up together, and now that you were here, he was able to politely question you on the ending.

He’s the type of fan to understand and respect your choice and the reason why you chose to end the story in a particular way while asking if there were any alternative options without implying that it should have been that way.

Extremely respectful and classy around you. Ecthelion isn’t the one to ask if you could write a story about you two or collab with you, but more the type to aid like setting the ambience to write.

 He does come around to question if you’ve ever thought about venturing into other genres of writing like philosophy.

Glorfindel

You know those fanboys that stand in the crowd bouncing on their toes and squealing out of pure joy that their idol if before them, that is Glorfindel (he just does not shout marry me like them or wear merch lol).

He’s more ecstatic about meeting you and rambling about everything he loves about you and your writing— it’s the cutest sight ever. You swear he was following you from day one to currently.

You don’t have to worry about Glorfindel criticising your work or nit-picking it apart because in his eyes, there is nothing writing with your writing (not always be the best person for critiquing lol)

He does sneak it in that you should write a story about both of you falling in love but make it extra dramatic and romantic—he wants to be the hero of your story.

The love he has for you and your works reflects in the manner he defends you should anyone ever insult you and your work. To him, if someone attacks you, they’re attacking him and he doesn’t tolerate it.

Egalmoth

Oh, Egalmoth is overjoyed to learn that his favourite author is here in Gondolin. He's the first person at your doorstep and offering to show you about while striking up conversations about your work.

His level of interest in your work is just like Glorfindel's— his favourite author is here in the same city he lives in, ah oh my god, he must meet you and sit and have an extremely long discussion about all your work.

The biggest difference between him and Glorfindel is that Egalmoth will give you criticism if you asked for it, and he will be a bit harsh because he wants you to produce the flawless work that you also do.

With Egalmoth, he gives you ideas and inspiration for every story you’re creating even if it isn’t a romantic or heroic genre. Angst, horror, philosophy, history or comedy, Egalmoth is giving his thoughts.

He’s taking you to the best spots in Gondolin for inspiration, or to meet the loremasters. Would even give you tours around Gondolin and introduce you to people proudly and let them know who you are and no, they can’t have you.

Rog

He is subtle and a lot more like Galdor when it comes to meeting with you and indulging in conversations based on your work. More the type to have a little lunch with you privately or with the group for comfort's sake.

Not the type to be entirely philosophical with every phrase or terminology you use in your writings, but would ask you in between what made you use that description or if the tale was based on real-life events.

Rog would be more into life-changing and real-life stories that focus on persons in peril escaping to find happiness (like he did). Tales like those gives him hope and comfort, so he might ask you to never stop writing those genres because he loves them.

He would feel a bit more relieved if many people didn’t know you so he could have more of you to himself (so cute Rog), but wished that people also knew you to discover your talent.

Rog knows an artist when he sees one since he is one himself. He recognises talent and potential, and he is going to be your cheerleader as your writing continues.

Maeglin

No one ever expected him to interested in indulging in stories written by a mortal, but then again, he is a closed-off person so he keeps most of his interests to himself. When he learns about his favourite author showing up on the doorsteps of Gondolin, his curiosity is piqued.

He would wait until you were alone without having tons of people around you before approaching you. He would be short and simple with his introducing and informing you of his love for your books.

Maeglin doesn’t want to come off as being intrusive or annoying so he wouldn’t poke around for secret info about your upcoming books but he’s dying on the inside to ask.

Would slowly engage in conversation about his favourite books and slip in that he’s hoping for more in that genre or series. Would throw in an idea of how the story can swing if you are unsure.

Not the type to sit with you and provide advice and inspiration, but can critique if you wish it. Like Rog, he recognises your potential and would urge you to continue your work.

Secretly does not like when others are around you and prefers to have to himself (so cute).

Masterlist

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[tobiasdrake]

Time to meet my character. And also the other one, I guess.

My colors are cooler than his. Nyeh!

In seriousness, Valere and Zale both have killer portraits. Though the jagged upper edge of Zale's scarf makes it look like it's preparing to eat him.

That's a terrible idea, Zale. You want us to explore an unknown wilderness in separate directions and then when we find something... what? Yell really loud and hope the other one's aimless nature meandering hasn't taken them out of earshot?

I don't know, maybe we have mystical methods of communication but then we'll still be left trying to offer navigational advice like "I think I took a left at a rock?"

Sometimes games let you pick a character to play and then quickly sideline the other for the duration of the plot. Resident Evil comes immediately to mind. I'm sure Sea of Stars has no intention of doing that but it would kill me if the non-selected character just ended up lost in the wilderness for the duration of the game. XD

OH SURE, you take the easy flatland and leave me with the path that requires climbing up a ledge.

Well. Whatever else he may be, we know that a gentleman, Zale is not.

WHOA put the staff down, Valere. Look at his backpack. He might just be a traveling merch--

There are skulls decorating the backpack.

You know what, never mind. You're right. I'm wrong. Activate self-defense stick and wait to see if he makes the first move.

Not even "Goblin" or "Orc" or anything. Just. Wanderer. I'm having second thoughts about beating the shit out of this guy again.

I mean, I'll do it. I just don't feel good about it. I'm going to just focus on the skulls and try to assume we were being accosted by a bandit, and not a traveling vagrant who decorates his gear to try and ward off would-be assailants because life's tough when you're on the streets.

Have to climb a ledge and cross a rickety bridge. I hope Zale enjoys his pleasant stroll in the woods that seemed to be off in that direction.

Yes, I am petty.

On the plus side, that's definitely a previously-used campsite up there on that ledge. So we should be able to cross the bridge and then take a nice, relaxing walk up the hill to that bridge up there, which may connect us to--

I'm gonna put a thumbtack in his sleeping bag.

I got attacked by a rock bull, thank you for asking. It's like a regular bull. But made of rocks.

Oh, but the pleasant jaunt through the woods takes you to the well-used campsite. Great. I got mauled by a rock bull for nothing.

We weren't looking for the way to the top. We were looking for that campsite next to you. But sure, Zale's easy route not only takes him to the campsite I was trying to get to, but also to those delicious looking berries over there and also the way to our ultimate destination for good measure! Because life isn't fucking fair..

.... *deep breath* You're too nice to be mad at.

You know what, I take it back. This route isn't nearly as easy as it looked from a distance. Alright, Zale, I won't put a thumbtack in your sleeping bag.

The moral of the story is that assumptions make an ass out of u and mptions.

But I had to climb both sets of rocks so you're cooking tonight.

Credit where it's due, the writing for these two characters is strong. I don't know if they're supposed to be siblings or lovers or platonic besties or what. What I do know is, you can feel the history in their relationship. These two characters have been supporting each other with love and friendship for a long time.

The dialogue in Sea of Stars is already doing a great job of sounding organic. Valere and Zale don't stop to explain things because. Like. Why would they? They both already know what they're talking about. Instead, they convey hints of information through casual chatter and trust the audience to be smart enough to understand what they mean.

And painting in intrigue. Valere has regrets about a third person who should be here and isn't. Oooo, mysterious. I wonder what happened to--

Oh, I guess we're going to find out right now. Kinda thought they'd drag that out longer.

[coldgoldlazarus]

Had a weird dream last night, and most of it was irrelevant, (though there was some of The Bionicle Dream going on in an early section, went to this big fancy arcade place, that was selling some select old Bionicle merch out in the lobby area) weird stuff about the states on a map, but the last section before I awoke was pretty interesting.

It was basically like, a scene from some sort of alternate universe version of Lord of the Rings, where the orcs had more of a defined culture and stuff, and Saruman was a wizard of the sea instead. I initially started like, faceless camera view floating over this messy V-shaped artificial lake caused by some sort of mishap with a backhoe, but due to weird Dream Logic it somehow filled with water and transformed into this bustling Orc port, just with the same coatline and islands but at a larger scale, before coming down into the scene. There was an unusually fancy ship, glowing faintly with magical energy, sailing into it from offscreen, (when the lake had previously been in the middle of grass fields) and indecisively sailed back and forth a bit before finally coming to dock.

Saruman, in all of his pompously stoic Christopher Lee glory, stepped into a racious and loud orc bar, clearly curling his nose up at them a bit, trying to avoid touching the grimy furniture, but suffering the noise since he was a wizard on a mission. He reached the bartender, and asked if he could direct him to "Olag, the shipmaster" and described him a bit, along with listing some big events and sea battles he had been a participant in. (Again, had the tone of being somewhat patronizing to the bartender's intelligence.)

After a bit of thinking, the bartender responded that the shipmaster had died just recently, in an accident out in the harbor. Saruman went still, face unreadable, until the bartender added "I suppose you'll be taking your leave?" Saruman simply said no. "Then you'll be paying for a drink?"

And Saruman said no again, and his voice wavered ever so slightly as he added that he would have a drink on Olag's spirit, and sat down on one of the grimy barstools he had avoided touching before, which seemed to genuinely surprise the bartender. The view kinda retreated again, with a like, voice-over bit of Tolkein digression, explaining that to the Orks, having a free drink 'on someone's spirit' was how they mourned their dead, and while such a practice was in theory an easy thing to abuse for free alcohol, they all took it too seriously to ever consider something like that. From there it returned to Saruman's fancy wizard-tower-ship looking out of place amidst the controlled chaos of the port, as the voiceover further explained that Saruman and that particular shipmaster had been opposite sides of many of the aformentioned major sea battles, and so naturally when he turned coat to join Sauron's side, this one single Orc who he genuinely respected was the first one he thought to recruit in turn.

So yeah, that seemed intriguing enough to warrant writing down.

[marlynnofmany]

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[sonneillonv]

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Descent Into Avernus Do you enjoy Lets Plays? Would you like to explore the story behind game modules without actually having to play through them? Or maybe you don't have a consistent D&D group, but you still want a chance to experience the twists and turns of established in-universe stories. As a special bonus, even the lowest subscription tier can enjoy a serialized fic based on the popular D&D 5e Module "Descent Into Avernus", updated 2x monthly. Read a sample below!

(Refuge, Undersigil)

The deep, bass pounding of the drums shook the walls and floor. Ceiling too, if the intermittent rain of mortar was any indication. It rattled Hyx's organs, demanded his heart take on the beat, which was exactly how he liked it. The orcs in The Well were doing something really interesting with carefully pitched industrial grinding noises they made with rusted machine parts, chanting in dissonant harmony with the groaning cry of the war horn their tattooed tanarukk lead was blowing.

 The other patrons seemed to like it as much as he did, crashing their bodies together on the cracked, silt-stained dance floor and crowding around the bar, a collection of salvage lashed together with hemp cord and nails, propped against a stack of re-used barrels. The drinks were swill, clouded with sediment, but they flowed fast and free, and they were strong enough to ignore the taste most of the time. Hyx was good with the trade - no one in The Refuge would expect better - but he wasn't a noob. He was alternating. The thirst that propelled him from the crowd, weaving between bodies in the wild strobe of colored magical light, demanded water.

Fiends were immune or resistant to a lot of things that hurt mortals, but suffering for one's excesses was half the purpose of hell, so hangovers weren't on the list.

The water was warm and the dented tin mug made it taste metallic, but it was clean enough. He guzzled it and considered stepping outside for a piss, extracting himself from the bar crowd and shifting toward the entrance so he could puff his feathers and get some air on his skin. As a result, he was standing in easy view when a three-tailed celestial fox demon with long, white hair pushed past the crowd at the door. Hyx ground his teeth on a sigh and made a token effort to look for an escape route, but he wasn't fast enough.

Siblings were another form of suffering fiends were allowed, nay, encouraged to experience.

Xien strode in his direction, eyes burning white in the darkness between strobes. His expression was anger, exasperation, concern... different colors highlighted different emotions. It would have been fascinating if Hyx hadn't been busy bracing for impact.

He opened with, "It's 2am," and Hyx scoffed because he never understood why normies bothered pointing that out to people like him. If he was out partying until 2am, it was clearly because he didn't give two shits.

"I know," he shouted over the music, favoring his brother with a toothy smile. "You're just in time -  party just hit its stride!"

Exasperation took center stage. Xien knew when he was being annoying on purpose. "We have an early check-out."

"I'll sleep on the trip."

"You'll be hungover and puking on the trip," Xien shot back. "Come back to the inn and get it out of your system so I don't have to smell it all day."

Hyx grinned. "You're not going to fix it? Disrespectful. Am I not your favorite anymore?" He hooked an arm around Xien-di's neck and bonked their horns together clumsily, swaying a little. "Didi, breaking my heart. Respect your elders."

"Gege," Xien said as patiently as he could while shouting to be heard, "Don't just assume I'll restore you if you get excessively fucked up. That kind of spell takes effort, actually. Magic isn’t free."

"Of course it's not." He rolled his eyes and walked Xien over to a wall near the exit where it was a little easier to hear. "So what do you want?"

"You've had fun, you've gotten drunk, probably high. It's a good night, right?” Xien was clearly doing his best to sound reasonable. “So wrap it up, come back to the inn now, and when you start feeling like shit I'll restore you... as long as you go to bed, STAY in bed, and let ME sleep until you actually need help."

"You bargain like a fucking devil," Hyx sighed, but he couldn't help a lopsided smile.

"I bargain like I have two older brothers," Xien tossed back. "Agreed?"

He snorted and tugged one of A-Xien’s fluffy ears. "The little princess of Seven Springs Mountain doesn't get to talk. You should have grown up at Broken Stone, THEN you could bitch about siblings." But he extended his hand with an air of great affront, prepared to trade a few more hours of fun for a get-out-of-hangover-free card.

Then the floor dropped out from under them.

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You see, once upon a time, there was a cistern.

In the beginning, there wasn't anything very remarkable about it. It was built of stone and rusting metal, a reservoir for rainwater and run-off from the streets above. It was dark and quiet and alone, except for the ever-growing collection of trash it accumulated as the water ebbed and flowed through it. A peaceful, forgotten place that caused no problems and earned no accolades. Well-behaved cisterns seldom make history.

One day, a creature came to dwell in its collected waters. Slimy and seditious, with grasping tentacles and rings of saw-like teeth, it nestled into the darkness under the streets and made its home there. It attracted no attention and bothered no one, because its focus was elsewhere - an entirely different world, far from the floating city that contained it, a true planet with mountains and seas and a molten core that spun it around its sun. In that world, the creature had enemies and it lusted for their destruction, plotting daily, weaving spells and wearing down the barriers between itself and its prize. After many years of effort, it made a tunnel that would allow it to prey on the people it hungered for and retreat back to its nest from any resistance, escaping across the worlds, across the planes, where no one would reach it. It thought itself very clever for this.

Unfortunately, monstrous behavior indicates the presence of a monster, and the presence of a monster attracts adventurers. The greatest plague in all the realms, relentlessly nosey do-gooders, incapable of minding their own business... the whole phenomenon of adventuring parties is roundly condemned by would-be tyrants everywhere. And sometimes they are versed in magic, though the creature would have considered them clumsy as children compared to itself, limited in their minds, incapable of even rudimentary telepathy and limited to communicating via disgusting sounds they made with their actual MOUTHS. They hammered at the Weave like a child hammers at a toy lute, but they hit the right notes and the creature found itself cut off from its retreat.

All its plans collapsed quickly after that.

But even as its cartilaginous mouth with its rings of serrated teeth was mounted, hung in the halls of its killers as a trophy, the tunnel remained. With no living creature to maintain it, it anchored itself to those teeth, yawning wide enough to swallow a man whole. Then it went to sleep.

Time passed.

The forgotten cistern was truly forgotten. The waterworks of the floating city changed: new cisterns were dug and old, crumbling ones closed off. All paths leading to our subject were closed, and over time the water drained away and left only the refuse.

Decades later, someone exploring the depths of the floating city broke through a crumbling wall and found a vast space full of gently-rotting trash. Then another wall was broken through, and another, as the desperate dwellers in the dark searched for the resources to prolong their miserable lives. The former cistern became a place where the poor and suffering gathered. They dug for valuables, traded them, and eventually dumped their own trash so the next seeker could rifle through it.

The large, round hole in the ceiling didn't concern any of them. No one had reason to explore it, and even if they had, the tunnel was sleeping.

Because it was hidden and secure, the cistern became a place to trade not only garbage, but also information. Soon there was a goblin spit-roasting rats for barter. Then an enterprising wight began rolling barrels of his hobby wine down on alternate days and making deals for a stiff drink.

They called it Refuse at first, painting the letters over the entrances in used whitewash. Then, after a raid on Undersigil, someone messily painted over the 's' with a mismatched 'g' and it became Refuge. Availability of food and alcohol expanded. Locals gathered to make music together in street-corner bands, attracting others. Regular vendors pooled resources to have magic lights installed. Foot traffic swelled. Refuge became a place, not just to find things, but to lose them - inhibitions, memories, responsibilities, cares. It was elysium. As long as you kept the peace, nobody cared who you were. Living refuse, drifting into the cistern and settling in to stay.

Still, the tunnel slept.

Worlds away, there was a catastrophe. 

As it happens, the creature that had once resided in the cistern died not far from a tavern called Two Black Antlers, and its jaw was now displayed there amidst the remains of a dozen other monsters as an adventuring trophy. That tavern and its surroundings were being pulled across planar boundaries. Spikes were driven deep into the earth, chains rattling from Faerun to Avernus, reeling and ratcheting an entire city down to Hell. Dragged with it, the tunnel awoke screaming in the language of time and space and magic. It twisted, tearing, shrieking as the delicate threads of sympathy began to snap. But in the moment before it shattered forever, the tunnel opened and a portal bloomed between that old, crumbling cistern and a tavern sinking into Avernus. The ancient mortar gave - floors, ceiling, and walls all shattered. Screaming patrons and debris spun through the hole between worlds as if the dead aboleth itself exhaled them into Avernus, a last predatory act.

Then the portal shattered. The connection between planes dissolved into the nothingness between, and the place where the cistern had been was deathly quiet.

Casualty reports would change continually over the next few weeks as investigators in Faerun tried to tally the number of missing from the once-resplendent city of Elturel. Eventually the figure would crest 15,000.

The 73 victims from Undersigil went unmarked. No one even knew to look for them.

Like the rain trickling down the culverts of Sigil, they had disappeared into the dark.

[deusvervewrites]

Inhumans: Sports Festival being broadcasted across space is the reason Ashido landed in Japan specificaly. She's been a giant fangirl all her life and participating is a dream come true for her.

Humans are not Space Orcs humans are Space Blorbos. She actually has alien merch of previous students and some Heroes.

(Yes, she gives some to Midoriya to pay off her debt)

[ardynzine]

★MERCH PREVIEW★

Our foil prints designed by @happy-orc have arrived and oh boy they are stunning!!

The print dimensions are 250mm by 180mm 💜

[daintydoilypon]

Rant and unpopular opinion below about a certain game EYO

Please stop using my heritage to fight your battles. I have never, EVER, felt like the goblins in the HP universe were a slam at Jews because of their noses. YOU are the racist for constantly jumping on that bandwagon. “OH A BIG HOOKED NOSE?” Or “duplicitous and bloodthirsty, speaking a guttural language and having a culture considered inferior by mainstream society MUST BE A JEWISH CARICATURE!!” Literally, you’re the racist for associating that with us. God, it’s the “OrCs RePrEsEnT bLaCk PeOpLe” DnD shit all over again, which I never thought either, so why did/do you people think that? Stop comparing fantasy races with actual races FFS. Stop using us and minorities as a token for your arguments.

And before anyone brings up the Star of David that was in the bank in the movies, it’s an actual location and it’s NOT in the ride.

RIDE:

AUSTRALIA HOUSE (MOVIE GRINGOTTS):

If you want the game, get it. If you don’t, don’t. She’s set for life regardless with royalties from the books, movies, the theme park (she’s probably getting some for every ticket for Universal), merch, those expensive Hallmark interactive ornaments, etc. There’s nothing we can do that will effect her revenue unless everyone goes cold turkey, and even then, there will be people that agree with her that will keep her afloat like Chik-Fil-A. Enjoy your X amount of hours of gameplay then forget it exists again until the next controversy. The most she can do is continue to scream into the void that which is Twitter. Stop stressing out about what ifs. I assure you, if she did happen to do anything, everyone would be jumping down her throat and she’d get more publicly ostracized or worse. You’re not a bad person for wanting a game your younger self would have wanted, but wasn’t available due to tech not being there yet. If you want it, if it would heal some childhood things to play as a wizard for a few hours, don’t be made to feel bad about it.