groaning, his circling hands now resting on his head palm down as he holds his own skull like one might clutch a melon. doesn't matter! he's fine, it's fine, everything is positively motherfucking —
groaning, his circling hands now resting on his head palm down as he holds his own skull like one might clutch a melon. doesn't matter! he's fine, it's fine, everything is positively motherfucking —
if that is all it can remember, perhaps that is all it needs to know, he is not one to further his own agitation with specifications that may or may not lead to recognition.
nor is he one to risk potential hostility through the reveal of more information.
if the construct knows, —
strange, it is, that the construct knows nothing of the dragon, and its only recognition at all is the strange fleeting sense of familiarity, perhaps akin to trying to grasp a distant childhood memory long buried or the fading remnants of a dream.
if that is all it can remember, perhaps that is all it needs to know, he is not one to further his own agitation with specifications that may or may not lead to recognition.
nor is he one to risk potential hostility through the reveal of more information.
if the construct knows, —
no one else has been able to help. —
no one else has been able to help. —
oh yeah I think I can get some replies cranked out
oh yeah I think I can get some replies cranked out
⠀⠀⠀❝——ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
⠀⠀ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇꜱᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ:
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ❞
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀❝——ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
⠀⠀ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇꜱᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ:
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ❞
⠀⠀
guac that was so long I am so sorry
guac that was so long I am so sorry
could he have just a little peace for o—
a tug.
not a snag, then. his first knee-jerk instinct was a —
Shutting his mouth he didn't realize was still cluelessly open, he eventually simply points his index to the scale's location equivalent upon his own neck, expecting the gesture to somehow be understood with ease.
could he have just a little peace for o—
a tug.
not a snag, then. his first knee-jerk instinct was a —
breath shaking.
his blue and gold sleeve still smoulders where his self directed healing spell backfired on him, and he's trying really hard not to break something.
fuck's sake. make it stop.
the living nightmare body horror was awful enough, these mood swings —
breath shaking.
his blue and gold sleeve still smoulders where his self directed healing spell backfired on him, and he's trying really hard not to break something.
fuck's sake. make it stop.
the living nightmare body horror was awful enough, these mood swings —
iclkabvd . ew. I need a new header to match my icon
iclkabvd . ew. I need a new header to match my icon
ALDUIN????? THE GOAT
ALDUIN????? THE GOAT
he's so overwhelmed.
he can feel the spikes starting to grow out of his back, and they make even sitting down hell. doesn't help that they're quite gorey in their growth— they form lumps, first, sensitive —
he's so overwhelmed.
he can feel the spikes starting to grow out of his back, and they make even sitting down hell. doesn't help that they're quite gorey in their growth— they form lumps, first, sensitive —
ouh this au has so much potential. gnawing on it. chewing on it. depending on the influences around him by the time anduin is fully fatalis'd the end result could be so completely different. ouh.
so many thoughts. buzzing around like a chorus of gnats
ouh this au has so much potential. gnawing on it. chewing on it. depending on the influences around him by the time anduin is fully fatalis'd the end result could be so completely different. ouh.
so many thoughts. buzzing around like a chorus of gnats
“ would almost— ow— rather the Old Gods, actually! ”
actually, Wrynn seems a bit more fire resistant than the average human, now. shouldn't he be charred to a crisp, or at the very least —
*Ragnaros grabbed the prince by the shoulders, shaking him vigorously enough to nearly give him a headache on top of a headache.*
"IS IT THOSE OLD GODS WHISPERING THINGS AGAIN!? BECAUSE I CAN TELL THEM TO YELL INSTEAD."
“ would almost— ow— rather the Old Gods, actually! ”
actually, Wrynn seems a bit more fire resistant than the average human, now. shouldn't he be charred to a crisp, or at the very least —
“ . . . caught me at a bad time, big guy. ” oh, he's not yelling anymore. “ i'm not. . . myself, I suppose? ”
shaking himself and ridding his shoulders of that red static with another —
“ . . . caught me at a bad time, big guy. ” oh, he's not yelling anymore. “ i'm not. . . myself, I suppose? ”
shaking himself and ridding his shoulders of that red static with another —
this one right here is still my pride and joy despite the shitpost pinned
this one right here is still my pride and joy despite the shitpost pinned
well now that was curiously not very like Anduin to say now was it! not to mention the red static running along his shoulders, which shook with some form of repressed anger.
“ GOOD RIDDANCE, —
*Ragnaros insulted, he doesn't like Mortals... Or their material possessions, or the way how they made them; Actually he is just a asshole, he doesn't like anything.*
well now that was curiously not very like Anduin to say now was it! not to mention the red static running along his shoulders, which shook with some form of repressed anger.
“ GOOD RIDDANCE, —
one could practically HEAR him biting back on a string of swears just through that alone. he won't yell he won't yell he won't yell h—
“ GOOD FOR YOU. ” he's yelling. “ DO YOU WANT A MEDAL FROM THE ROYAL TREASURY??? ”
"THAT WHICH MY REALM HAS TO OFFER!!!"
one could practically HEAR him biting back on a string of swears just through that alone. he won't yell he won't yell he won't yell h—
“ GOOD FOR YOU. ” he's yelling. “ DO YOU WANT A MEDAL FROM THE ROYAL TREASURY??? ”
oh ragnaros my dearly beloved
oh ragnaros my dearly beloved