[archmage--khadgar]

((Hee hoo have an elf. Sae being a BEAN.)) ((Commissions are open! Info ~Here~ ))

[displacedleylines]

Microsoft buys Activision for $70bn

All the updates as they happen.

Okay which one of you put this on their 2022 Bingo card as a joke.  WELL that’s certainly one way to get rid of Bobby Kotick. 

[displacedleylines]

Sharm on Twitter

“"Ah, We Are The Forsaken" 🖤 A World Of @Warcraft parody written by @Anidex based on The Beatles "Eleanor Rigby". "Pain turned her tears into scars and her songs into screams" https://t.co/38k7upsDdw #sylvanas #worldofwarcraft #banshee https://t.co/NZgyS2K4KP”

NERDING OUT. I've written so many songs, especially ones that were wow-inspired, or parodies, but none of them have ever been sung before so I'm just!!! A mess!

[dawnweaverestates]

#FireBobbyKotick

Sign the Petition

REMOVE BOBBY KOTICK FROM ACTIVISION/BLIZZARD

[archmage--khadgar]

I would like to challenge Bobby Kotick to a mak’gora.  (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

[archmage--khadgar]

Watching people claim they’re disgusted and angry over the harassment, only to turn around and harass the victims who have left or the victims who still work there is absolutely UNREAL.  Watching people, who after 9.1 dropped, harassed female devs, sent threats, or encouraged that behavior or excused it because “well if they don’t want to be harassed, they should make better content”, gasp in shock and disgust and virtue signal is making me 50 shades of mad.  If you actually are upset by what happened, and you participated in the community harassment, you fucking owe those female devs an apology and then some.  I’m seeing too many people try and act like each and every member of the community is a pure cinnamon roll who has done nothing wrong. Fucking hell. I’ve been sent anons telling me to kill myself and other harassing messages, and other community members have killed themselves over the harassment they’ve received. Don’t you DARE fucking act like the community has never contributed to the problem. Community members become influencers! And employees!  The employees were all fans before they joined the teams! You think they just suddenly became toxic once they got the job?  Stop supporting streamers that encourage harassment, stop letting gross shit slide in the community.  Christ on a cracker. Imagine being a female dev, trying to get something into the game that the players want, only to be blocked by your male superiors, and once it DOES get in the game, the community gets pissy because…”Omg why didn’t you do this sooner omg lazy blizzard omg you should be fired and replaced with someone competent.”  I never want to see any of you shit on the female devs ever again. (Unless of course the female dev says or does something hella toxic and uncool and needs to be called out.)

[archmage--khadgar]

If you’re upset about the Blizzard thing, but then turn around and continue to support community members who pull the same, or similar bullshit then you don’t actually care about the people affected by harassment and are just using it as an excuse to keep being assholes. “Hahaha, see? This is why I play…..” Just recently you were saying it was perfectly fine for someone to spout sexist and transphobic BS and encourage their followers to harass people, miss me with that shit. You’re compliant in frat-boy culture, don’t act like you’re not. The amount of times I’ve been upset over harassment and gross toxicity in the community, only to be brushed aside and told “don’t let them ruin your fun! Just ignore it!” (Or harassed further for being “weak”) is absolutely unreal, I don’t post all of it. But I’m already seeing people who told me to “get over” all of that, reacting so loudly to the Blizzard stuff for XYZ reasons is just????? (Not about anyone who follows me on tumblr, don’t worry! Y’all are in the clear on this one.) Demanding Blizzard to get rid of the shit employees (as they should) is an empty gesture if we don’t also work to get rid of the same toxicity in the fandom/community.  Because the female employee’s you’re all rushing to defend get the same, or similar bullshit from fans too. But the reaction to fan toxicity is always….”well, they should keep the fans happy/they should expect to be mistreated and not complain about it!” No. No. NO. Sink your claws into the throat of frat-boy culture and destroy it completely. Don’t give ANY part of it a “pass”. No excuses. 

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

you know there were a lot of bad decisions made off the cuff by the Alliance in World of Warcraft: Battle for Azeroth (2018) but honestly one of the absolute worst decisions made was Stormwind City having a sewage drain dumping into Mirror Lake.

Stormwind, a coastal city built on a cliff overlooking the ocean, dumping their sewage into a freshwater lake with residences on the banks of it and its tributary; water which flows by at least two agricultural sites—the Mirror Lake Orchard directly on the lake shore, and Stonefield Farm shortly before the tributary merges with the Nazferiti River.

Which, by the way, the Nazferiti River System is perhaps the largest and most complicated river system in the southern EK.

It’s also possible that this has disrupted the ecosystem in the area as crocolisks are present in the water while on the War Campaign quest On Track. Both the existence of the Sewer Beast (a massive white crocolisk that lives in the Canals of Stormwind) and the Shattrath fishing daily Crocolisks in the City make it clear that Stormwind’s waterways have had more than a few issues with crocolisks imported into them.  

While it’s possible these crocolisks migrated up the Nazferiti River from tropical Stranglethorn all the way to temperate Elwynn Forest for reasons unknown, it’s more likely that they came from the infestation of crocolisks in Stormwind’s own waterways since they are outside one of its sewage drains.

TLDR: Whoever is responsible for city planning in Stormwind needs to be fired and probably arrested for crimes against the environment.

[displacedleylines]

The pipes in Dalaran, are made of LEAD. Medich couldn’t get them to change their pipes, and I doubt Khadgar was any more successful.  I was about to say that maybe it was designed with SI:7 in mind, but the earliest activity I see for them is the Third War so  WELP. I guess not. Humans, ultimately seem to be really bad at designing cities. But this is also why you should always pay your masons for work.  In all serious though, this makes me wonder if it’s not actually an issue for Azeroth becase: magic! Or, because the humans would be biologically different from Earth humans and don’t have to worry about such things?  At least not until it’s really bad?

[displacedleylines]

A couple of digital paint bust commissions for Branvic!

[thetoocolorfuldragon]

The funniest thing about Shadowlands is the fact that you can gather crafting materials. Just imagine your character going back to their capital city like "yeah I have this flower it only grows in the FUCKING AFTERLIFE" and they just sell it for a handful of gold.

[displacedleylines]

Meanwhile, in the afterlife... “Oh, you looted this rock from a monster? Here’s 800 gold for it!” 

[displacedleylines]

"In fearful day, in raging night, With strong hearts full, our souls ignite, When all seems lost in the War of Light, Look to the stars-- For hope burns bright!"  I called Anduin a Blue Lantern the other day and then I couldn't stop thinking about it, and had to draw it. Only the second time trying to draw something in a more comic book style and??????I don't HATE it. But I feel like despite being familiar with the style for so long and only trying it twice, I think there's something I'm missing or not grasping? IDK. Maybe it looks fine and I'm just overly critical of my own work. XD Oath links to twitter post if you’d like to retweet! I  kinda maybe sorta want to do more WoW Characters as Lanterns now. Garrosh would totally be a red lantern as would Sylvanas and GREYMANE and Vanessa obviously SO MANY GOOD ONES FOR RED!??? Alexstraza as a white lantern!??  Jaina as a Green Lantern??? Baine as Indigo????  Gallywix as an orange lantern.  SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS, YOU KNOW IT BE TRUE.

[luwha]

Said on twitter and gonna say here, fuck trump, fuck you if you’re with him, voted for him or endorse this. My art is not for you.

[displacedleylines]

Now that I have internet and can post this. YOU KNOW I’M NOT WRONG. @wyrmguardsecrets

[archmage--khadgar]

"Not even death can save you from me!" - Diablo, the Prime Evil

(GOD I am so sorry, I’ve been sitting on this for so long, waiting for the muse, I have no idea where the original prompt meme list is - iirc the prompt was to send a line from the list + a character to get a writing drabble out of it. ) A sharp pain accompanied each of  Khadgar's breaths. He flinched, gingerly placing his right hand over his chest.  One of his ribs was most certainly broken, perhaps two.  The air smelled of smoke and blood; blood that trickled down his face from an unknown wound as his entire body ached - his only indication that he was still, in fact, alive.  Khadgar took a few heavy breaths before responding to the demon.

"I think...you'll find...Lord of Terror...that it takes more than that to frighten me."  He swallowed the urge to cry out in pain and inhaled sharply through his nose.  Diablo narrowed his eyes curiously, deeply amused.   The low growl that emitted from his throat turned into a raspy chuckle. He slinked as he paced around the Archmage and swished his tail back and forth like a snake ready to strike. 

"I see Archmages are just as foolish as Archangels. I, alone, brought down the Diamond Gates into the Silver City, and all of High Heaven trembled at my feet. You are a mere mortal, flesh-cursed Nephalem of Azeroth, and I am the Prime Evil, fear me!"  Diablo bellowed, eagerly awaiting for Khadgar to succumb. The Archmage firmly planted Atiesh into the ground, using it to help him stand straight as he panted; he couldn't help but give a quick smirk as he tried to catch his breath.

"And I defeated the vessel of Sargeras, The Dark Titan, creator, and Lord of the Burning Legion when I was a mere boy. Fear me." Diablo snarled and roared at Khadgar's retort; he feared no mortal! His tailed whipped around as he attempted to strike the Archmage; instead, the spikes and rough skin connected with a block of ice, with Khadgar safely entombed. The block of ice slid across the cobblestone road and tumbled over, melting away almost immediately with Khadgar no worse off than he already had been.  "Clever."  "I like to think so!" Khadgar avoided the next tail swipe by turning into a raven and flying just out of range. The tail struck one of the small homes and reduced it to rubble. Thankfully, no one had been inside.  "Coward! Are you fleeing?"  "Me? Run? Never! Perish the thought! I just wanted to see how close you were."  "Close? Close to what?" Diablo snorted. He was not near any ledge, and there were no traps lain at his feet. Reinforcements, perhaps? He stepped to the side to inspect the area, making sure there was no one else about to leap out to aid the Archmage in fighting him. Well, it was now or never. Khadgar quickly landed on a roof and shifted back into his human form. Arcane danced around his fingers as he focused on the demon with desperate determination. Satisfied that the Archmage has simply been spouting nonsense,  Diablo slowly turned to face him once again. "Your pathetic tricks will not -" Poff. It wasn't a perfect polymorph - the sheep was red and had some extra horns and his eyes were bright as fire, but he'll take it!  Khadgar allowed himself to smile, amused, as he prepared his next spell. The sheeped Diablo skreed in anger; he did not care that this spell was temporary, it was an insult to his very being. He ran towards the Archmage as he felt the spell begin to wear off, wanting to be in striking range once he shifted back.  At least, that was the plan until he ran out of...ground.  Khadgar waved goodbye as the Prime Sheepvil disappeared into a portal that had been summoned right under him.  

Once more, he shifted into a raven and flew a bit into the air as mere moments later, Diablo, roaring in rage, plummeted from the sky and slammed into the ground. Everything shook, and a few buildings that were already struggling to remain standing finally toppled over.  Was he dead? Most likely not, but he was certainly defeated for the moment.

Conventional? No. Effective? Yes. What else was Khadgar to do without the help of 40 of Azeroth's finest champions?  Unable to comfortably sustain raven form, he once more shifted back and sat on the ground, wheezing, but...happy!

"I'm not sure I like the Nexus." He said out loud to no one in particular. Though he was certain he could hear a distant voice laughing as a rumbly groan emitted from Diablo. He did not rise, although his tail occasionally twitched. It wasn't long before Tyrael himself, landed next to Khadgar followed promptly by a second raven, who quickly shifted to reveal Medivh.

"Khadgar! Tyrael and I are here, are you -..." He paused to glance between his former apprentice, with a shit-eating grin on his face, to Diablo, who still hadn't moved. "Young Trust, you are impossible. How did you manage to...?" "Oh...I polymorphed him into something more manageable and dropped him through a portal." "You what." Tyrael tsked slightly, amused? Concerned? It was hard to say. "Remind me, friends, to never anger the children of Azeroth." He hummed.  "You are all incredibly difficult to defeat." Khadgar winced as he shrugged. "Honestly, the Prime Evil isn't the largest thing I've ever had to fight. Once you've defeated something larger than an entire planet, everything else seems...manageable." Tyrael's face could not be seen, but as he slowly turned his head to stare at Khadgar, his voice gave his hidden expression away. "I...I beg your pardon?" "Oh yes, we have this sort of problem as frequently as it rains in a wetland," Khadgar grunted as Medivh helped him to his feet. "Hush, Young trust. You need healing. Come come, let us leave before Diablo awakens." Tyrael turned to look at Diablo, then back to the Guardian and the Archmage as they cautiously, but quickly, left the area. He did this several times as he struggled to process that information.  He glanced down at the ground briefly, before back at Diablo. "I see now, why the Nexus is always recruiting the children of Azeroth." He paused. "I have no desire to ever visit that realm." Diablo gave one final groan in reply as he gave up on moving for the foreseeable future.

[displacedcreativity]

Full body sketch commission for AnironS on twitter, of their supervillian Wyntra!  Commissions are open~! Prices here!

[displacedleylines]

LOOK MA, A DAMIAN~! @thy-sleepless-vigil  (I heard it wuz ur birfday tomorrow, HAP BIRFDAY)

[displacedleylines]

It’s just business

Brie teasingly dangled a piece of Hallow’s End candy in Cam’s face. It was a brightly colored lollipop, one she’d picked up from her pile and couldn’t simply offer it to him in a friendly manner. “D’you want it? Or do you need to go on a diet to fit into your leather and corsets again?” Her twin, Leon, gave a rare, amused snort as read from an old tome. Cam wrinkled his nose and snatched the candy away from Brie. “I didn’t have a baby. It’s not baby fat! I’ve just started eating like a normal person.” He pulled the wrapper off the lollipop and shoved it in his mouth. He made a face at the flavor and pulled it out again. “What is this? Tomato? Who the fuck makes tomato lollipops?”

“Congrats, you’ve found the trick?” Leon mused quietly from across the table. All three giggled; it was only recently that Cam had started to get along properly with Brie. Once the two of them became better friends, Leon had quickly warmed up to Cam.  “I wonder. Do vampires get cavities? Or are you now immune?” Brie pondered out loud, glancing at the ceiling thoughtfully. Cam raised an eyebrow as he glanced at her, lollipop back in his mouth.  “I dunno. M’not dead. Prob’ly still need to brush ‘em.”

“Now there’s a question. I’ll give you five gold if you walk up to another Vampire, an older one, and ask them!” Brie gave him a sly look.  “Easiest five gold I’ll ever make. That doesn’t even count as a proper dare; I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Brie.” They laughed and giggled, but the good feeling washed away when the door opened with a loud creak.   Gilzo (Brie and Leon’s father) and Verimay, A Darkfallen, entered the room. Everything chilled immediately, and the two looked very serious. Something was wrong. No words exchanged; just a simple gesture. Gilzo beckoning Cam to follow. He steeled himself, burying his fear and worries deep, deep down as he stood up slowly from his chair to follow the smaller man out of the room. Verimay wasn’t her bubbly self, as she remained quiet as well. Once all three had left, Brie glanced at Leon and mouthed: “What did he do?” Leon could only shrug.

Cam remained calm, as he always did when entered Gilzo’s office. Warmth emitted from the hearth as a fire crackled within it, purely for Cam’s benefit and not the Undead. A blizzard howled outside, shaking the windows gently, but did not break or open them. Verimay stood by the door, tall, long ears twitching slightly. Gilzo still hadn’t said anything, an indication of how angry he truly was. Gilzo pulled back a strand of blonde hair out of his face as he sat at his desk and stared coldly up at Cam.  “Please. Sit.” Cam didn’t like sitting, but he knew better than not to do as he was told.  “If any of your belongings have been nicked, you know it couldn’t possibly have been -”  “Nothing has been stolen, Cameron.” Gilzo interrupted harshly. “But I have been told something interesting. And no, it’s not about Vorain.”  “Well, that’s a first innit? Normally when I get pulled aside like this, it always has something to do with him for one reason or another. So. What is it then? What’s got your knickers in a twist so badly you left your kiddo’s in the other room?” Cam didn’t like the silence that followed before Gilzo spoke again.  “Two Knights of the Ebon Blade approached Verimay recently asking her about Cult of the Damned activity.” Gilzo’s gaze didn’t leave Cam. “Have you been making interesting friends again, Cameron?” Both of Cam’s eyebrows shot up at the accusation. He pulled the candy out of his mouth and glanced between Verimay and Gilzo.  “Oh. Woah, woah. Woah! No, no no no! I did not...I have not spoken to anyone affiliated with the Ebon blade about Cult of the Damned. I haven’t spoken to anyone about any of this. The only one who knows is Vorain, and you know he wouldn’t be dumb enough to snitch on you.” Gilzo narrowed his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.  “Oh, yes. I know. I know someone like him wouldn’t pull a stunt like that. But you. You might be stupid enough to try.”  “Do you still not..!” Cam glanced around, shocked. “Do you still really think I’m just here to bust you? I know I’m not part of the Scourge or a cultist, and I’m not undead. But in case you forgot, I’ve got these things now.” He opened his mouth to gently bap his fangs finger a finger. “There’s really not a whole lotta groups who don’t mind these!” Gilzo’s eyes twitched and in an instant, chains of shadow pulled Cam out of his chair and into the air. He kicked and squirmed as he felt his neck squeezed by shadows.  “Except your loyalties walk a dangerous line, kid. Azeroth is not a place where you can safely walk forever in the dawn that separates the night and day. Or Twilight, as preferred by some. So yes. If I hear that one of my people is getting quizzed by the Ebon Blade about the Cult of the Damned, or the Scourge, I’m going to wonder if someone snitched, and I’m always going to think of you first.” He waved his hand flippantly, and Cam was free. He hit the floor with a loud thunk, gasped for air, and glanced up as he heard Gilzo approach.  “N-never your brother? Never Brie? Never Ettore? Never Annette?” Cam hissed, aggravated that he was once again blamed for something he didn’t do just because he was a rogue. Gilzo’s sneered as he grabbed Cam by the collar, effortlessly hoisting him up, although he was a couple of inches shorter than Cam.  “Eventually, them. But always you first. You’re lucky they were looking into others and not us. Otherwise, this conversation wouldn’t have been so pleasant.” Oh, this was pleasant? Rich. Cam gave him a flabbergasted look.  “If you knew they weren’t asking about you? Why harass me, then?”  “Wanted to be sure.” Gilzo narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose, eventually letting Cam go and giving him a shove. He gestured for Cam to leave, and he did so gladly, rubbing his neck gingerly.  “Fucking...gods damned hell...” “ Oh, and Cam,” Gilzo called out to the young man, who paused but didn’t turn around. “Don’t even dream about telling him.”  “….’Course not.” Cam grumbled as he walked away. “Everyone’s always telling me to be careful about Vorain when he’s not the one I should be worried about.” He solemnly thought to himself.

@easternkingdomer​ @scourgemerchant​ @twincrusaders​ @sir-arsalot​ @levesquethevile​  tagging for the mentions! Annette, Verimay and Cam do not have their own bloggos.)