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Kousan (left, sorc) and Anra (right, necro) teo of my Daiblo OC's, Mother and son, about to be real surprised when Tyrael (father/husband) shows up. In the meantime, Anra is going to protec5 Lorath and probably slaughter some crows (she really hates that tree)
Didn't canonically inarius START the relationship by venting about the war?
He got captured by Lilith, and before she could torture him, he vented his hatred for the eternal conflict. Being the daughter of hatred, that was probably like a mating call for her lol.
Technically, he seduced her first, before he even fell in love
EXACTLYYYYYY!!!!! I really think their moments together before the great divide (divorce) were filled with unintentional moments like this lmao I am "Himbo Inarius seduced Lilith" truther through and through
Did you go around collecting the chronicles of creation yet. I've only done one but you get to see Rathma as a toddler. The subtitles still call him Linarian
These two are the most darling. Both is the current game and last game. This is MY destiel.
This hug gave me actual hope for a few precious minutes and I will never emotionally recover from it
Tyrael is really great in this book.
He's incredibly insightful. Immediately picking up on Myrina being somewhat sketchy, and the weakness of the Amazon Queen within like a minutes of meeting them.
Also he's so good at lying while technically being completely truthful.
This book was amazing and i wish we'd gotten more chapters with Tyrael but what we did get was top tier.
With the Diablo 4 expansion out and having sat with it, really just wanted to share some of my oc's with the world, even if no one cares.
This is my main oc spanning the Diablo story. If anyone has interest I'll post her history and timeline of sorts but she is a Nephalem that was raised in the heavens (from before sanctuary, i came up with this back story when i was in middle/high school so its a bit corny but i was young and it was pre Diablo 3). She doesn't fall into any one class since she's spent her life studying with all sorts of factions on sanctuary, but mainly a necromancer. (Her original name is Kiriel which she changed to Anra when she chose to leave the heavens for sanctuary)
My main diablo 4 oc is Kousan, her son that she had with a Tyrael sometime in the 50 year span between malthael and D4. He's a sorcerer as I head-cannon he is most comfortable using elemental spellwork
He's been off exploring on his own and learning through experience when he gets wrapped up into the story. I don't have him as being "the wanderer" character but a part of the group.
*Spoilers for D4 and LoH specifcally*
Husbandos.
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Sorry. Couldn't resist.
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Lord Raiden and I can both be stressed out together! 😮💨
Gale is in horny jail because Gortash is jealous of how much sexier than him the Rizzard of Waterdeep is
Free him
HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.
This is my new favourite story.
When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.
But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline. Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number. And the number they printed? It went straight through to fucking NORAD. This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay. NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD. Oh no no no.
Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.”
“It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.
“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.
For real.
“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”
So yeah. I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source: http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
No okay THAT is adorable and I’m queueing this for next December.
Halsin deserves all the red roses, to be pampered like the pretty woodland princess he is — and honestly? Someone should drop to their knees and blow him properly for his service.
Reblog if you agree, my feral beauties🌹
What I love about Halsin is that he feels so DEEPLY. He has giant muscles but his biceps are nothing compared to the size of his heart. He loves deeply, cares deeply, has so much kindness and compassion in his giant heart!!!
Act 3 really said: here’s 47 main quests and 98 side quests, good luck soldier 💀
Anybody else's Tav crash out in Act 3?
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