#perchedon

[haikuandy]

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rush hour magica songbird perchedon the traffic light

[valarin-sunstorm]

💭 x 5 for Perchedon!

💭 “He’s such a good father. I love seeing him with Rien.”

💭 “Last I spoke with him, he seemed very weary. Commanding the Fel Ravens seems to be tough on him.”

💭 “I wonder if the horns make it hard to brush his hair? That must have taken some getting used to.”

💭 “I like it when he calls me ‘my dear’. I know he says that to everyone, but it’s rather sweet.”

💭 “Maybe I should bring him another cantaloupe...”

(ty @perchedon!)

[mekandawn]

I headcanon that the Sin'dorei see phoenixes as a ray of Belore's light made manifest, sort of like angels or mini Naaru, but more animal like in that they're mostly instinct and feeling rather than thought. What are your thoughts on this?

So honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly WHAT sort of power comes from worshipping the sun if not the Light because I want something solid Caythaes can use to refute people who suggest he may tangentially be a follower of the Light, and seriously? This is perfection. I really wish I had thought of it myself, but I am human and prone to tunnel vision so while I saw all the phoenix symbology around Silvermoon, I just did not think to consider why.

This, of course, leads me to the question; What The Fuck Is Going On With Al’ar?

Yes, yes, in-game mount, which I need more than ever now, let’s be real, but what about in-game lore?

Did Al’ar just not reignite when his master was killed?

Is Al’ar wandering around Outland, lost, confused, and forgotten? Or does he refuse to return to the Sin’dorei, feeling betrayed by the the way they turned on him and Kael’thas?

What if the Draenei and/or Naaru have purposefully collected Al’ar’s ashes and are preventing him from returning to the Sin’dorei? The little post-BC lore I’ve been able to find on the subject suggests that Akama and his people were the ones to break in and slay Al’ar, which… hoooooooboy.

Imagine if World of Warcraft had good, consistent lore and an attention to detail, and didn’t just yeet a Naaru into the Sunwell and called it good. What if the Sin’dorei were allowed to care enough and go back to collect their Phoenix God, instead of just… forgetting that he existed once the Tempest Keep raid was over? What if Al’ar’s ashes had been used to fix the Sunwell?

AL’AR’S HECKIN TITLE IS PHOENIX GOD, he deserves better than to be a farmable mount!

On a less conspiracy theory/depressing note; this would mean that I could justify getting all the wing glyphs for Caythaes at some point because they’d be phoenix wings and that would be so cool. I really need to work more of this into my shit, I’m thrilled and delighted.

[julesvalebright]

💭💭

“The Demon Hunters I’ve known have always been kind of… cold. Comes with the territory, right? We all were, like that place crept into our veins when we weren’t looking. Thought we had a moment’s downtime, only for there to be no such thing. But Perch seems like he’s trying to hold onto the warm, and that’s something.”“Perch and Vynix are together-together. I’ve heard they’re even getting married. I don’t know, but something about that is sort of comforting to think about. And I mean, I’ve seen those claw-tipped fingers stroking his guitar strings- there’s a soft fucking touch in there for sure.”((Thanks, @perchedon!))

[dreamfoiled]

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Blows you a KISS!!

[toastheaven-art]

A gift for @perchedon!

[everglow-botanicals]

"Ooo, how about... what's your secret kink?" Perch grins creepily wide.

“Kink?” Derin sputters, “I-- Erm. Well, between just the two of us, I suppose I enjoy the idea of... watching, others? O-or being watched as I ah... You know. There’s a vulnerability that’s appealing?”

[skeletalwings]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

Soft sentence starters - Accepting

There’s a soft sound of denial that escapes the arachnid in a puff of air, nostrils flared as the heat practically radiates from his entire form; and not that natural warmth that many Illidari found themselves harboring. It was a sticky, uncomfortable heat, leaving the poor man to sweat despite the cold temperatures lingering just outside his windows, and the image of the first snowfall coming into a blurry view. “Perch, I’m…fine.”Behail meekly pleads, both palms pressed roughly against the wooden table sat in the midst of the dining area, the Illidari’s body hovering over a small planter with new sprouts. Working–…it’s all he had the mind to do, if there were no fields to tend, then he could at least get a head-start on the next harvest. Though, as unclear as it was to himself, to the other, it seemed as if he should be nowhere else but bed. A clawed hand raises, knuckles brushing back slick bangs, and he gives another harsh breath out when steadying himself and returning to his work of pruning the miniature growth.“It’s gone down…I promise.”

[kavtari]

✩

“Oooooo those horn ornaments are absolutely gorgeous! I’ve not seen that before. I’m liking the vibes!”

[starflameaesthetics]

A request I got from @perchedon for a combined board with him and my character, Bella.  I really hope you enjoy!  

[forgottenflower]

The World’s End Cabaret(on Wyrmrest Accord) is a refreshing club where everyone is the star! Hosted by Perchedon Heartthorn and Nigel Midwinter, this is a show with comedy, magic and karaoke that you won’t soon forget. This particular night was open mic, so we got to see the performances of some of the other club goers(Iridella, Xepher, Denfehlath, and Nazgo’rak) in the form of dancing, poetry and singing. This is a club that definitely deserves more recognition than it gets.

You can find the cabaret hosting a booth at the upcoming World’s Faire Carnival.

World’s End Cabaret: https://discord.gg/j9jZXyQ

World’s Faire Carnival: https://discord.gg/HB2aWUD

@koraud @bluexepher

[flo-machina]

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Fnipper: "Birchadon...? Who the Fel is-- OH! PERCHadon. Yes, yes, that... Fellow.

Yes, Mister Adon, chastise and punish your little underlings, that will certainly keep them from selling you out the next time, I'm sure.

Meanwhile I'll continue fulfilling my deeds without spending any more effort than passing over a sack of meaningless material wealth."

He then chuckles again and mutters something under his breath about "typical Demon Hunters."

[blackbirdbrewery]

Heart of the Raven: Meet the employees, Perchedon Heartthorn. 

@perchedon

[mekandawn]

🎶

Stumbling slightly over his own feet, Caythaes yelped as Perchedon pulled him from his seat, his ears going pink as they flicked backwards. Perch caught him before he could lose too much of his balance, a hand resting on Caythaes‘s hip as he guided him towards the dance floor.

“What are you doing sitting on the sidelines?” the demon hunter asked, smiling down at Caythaes in a way that made a giggle bubble up to his lips as he ducked his head. “C’mon, Cay, I know you like this song. I’ve heard you singing it before.”

“I do,” Caythaes murmured back, shifting his grip so that his arms wrapped loosely around Perchedon’s shoulders. Behind his goggles, he closed his eyes, inhaling slowly as he let himself sway to the music. He let Perchedon lead, going wherever the demon hunter’s hands nudged or pulled, all the while humming softly.

In the end, he simply couldn’t hold it in.

“I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones,” he sang, turning around in Perchedon’s arms so they stood back to chest, his head lolled back against the demon hunter’s shoulder. “Enough to make my systems blow-”

“Welcome to the new age,to the new age -” Ever a skilled performer, Perchedon seemed to sense how Caythaes intended to move, shimmying and swaying in tandem, hands resting on his hips and his cheek pressed to the side of Caythaes’ head. “Welcome to the new age, to the new age, oh oh oh-!”

Caythaes pulled away, turning towards Perch once more as he let his muscles go slack, “I’m- Radioactive…” and Perchedon caught him as he swooned backwards, gently pulling him out of the dip and holding him close “Radioactive…”

They swayed together for just a moment more before Caythaes turned, tucking himself into the crook of Perchedon’s arm, resting his head to the demon hunter’s shoulder as Perchedon wrapped an arm around his hip to rest a hand on his stomach, the other reaching out catch Caythaes’ mechanical hand and raise it over his head. He almost felt like a martyr in that pose, but as he sang “All systems go, the sun hasn’t died,” he knew it felt right. “Deep in my bones, straight from inside…”

Caythaes dropped into a fullbody headbang as the chorus repeated, and he rose, he settled back into the standard dance position, draping his arms around Perchedon’s shoulders as they spent the rest of the song shimmying and swaying in time. As the music transitioned into a new song, Caythaes pulled away, ducking his head and biting his lip.

“I’m sorry, that, um, that got a bit dramatic, didn’t it?” he asked, cheeks and ears rosy as they flicked back and forth self-consciously. “I just, um- well, anyway, thank-thank you for dancing with me, M-mister Perchedon.”

[dittolicous]

also we’ve had like. crazy fog the past week and a half so when it becomes bird time its super freaking Ominous. you go out, you cant see the horizon. 1000s of wings flutter. you cant hear yourself think of their chirp chirp chip. its nothing but the faint haze of Birds. and thru the fog the SWOOP AND GOOD GOD THE BIRDS, WHERE DO THEY END

[dreamfoiled]

(hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (Behail)

Symbol meme starters - Accepting

(hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair 

Akin to a kitten Behail startles with a soft sound in his throat, long ears perked upright as the other’s nose buries to dyed locks. Near sleepily the Illidari’s head gives a slight tilt back, though, he had already known who’d drawn so close without needing to witness their presence.

“Hi Perch.”

Behail’s lips curl into a faint smile, and both hands clumsily raise up to seek Perch’s horns, giving each bone-like structure a few, affectionate pats.