Well, lets see: woke up at about 7:30, got a shower and some hard boiled eggs and headed to work, today was a pretty productive day there, I got panda express for lunch. Oh, and Danni scored us Critrole Live tickets s that was a big upper!
Traffic was super bad going home so I tried to detour and I think it ended up taking longer cause i’m not super familiar with the backroads. Got some chicken sandwiches and got home and am now sitting here answering this ask!
*chanting* DATING TZAQUR DATING TZAQUR (I HAD TO SCROLL BACK A WAYS IN YOUR BLOG TO REMEMBER HOW TO SPELL HIS NAME PLZ HELP)
TWO FOR THE ROCKMAN [I’ll add Dragons’ again because Andel’s next LMAO]ALRIGHTY Pros
Romantic AF Medieval Knight Aesthetic; a definite fan of royal hand kisses and showing his loved one they’re absolutely precious to him through gestures rather than words.
Not so much of a spoon as he is a mattress, a very, very warm mattress that’s good for naps!
He’s very thoughtful and observant with the people he cares about, and his S/O is no exception. Learning their Love Language is one of the things he strives for and does his best to nurture when he figures it out.
Big Boy gives Big Hugs, and gentle smooches when having a quiet moment.
Cons
Stubborn. Very, very stubborn when it comes to letting down his walls even an inch to bond with someone; so it’s no surprise that him having an S/O is such an odd thing to see.
By proxy, he doesn’t so much bottle up his emotions as he does lock them behind 5 steel and concrete barriers and hope no one ever tries getting past them, because he doesn’t want those feelings unearthed or prodded.
lilinbee replied to your post: I should do some additional study sketches of...
I would -love- to see you try more Pandaren. Everyone has such different styles, it’s so interesting to see!
Honestly that is the coolest part about Pandaren is how wide the style differences are where some hug the super cute, others the hyper realistic, where I want to find the angular badassery that I know they can be. Something where you see it and you're like 'yeeeah that Pandaren could kick my ass'.
((LET’S DO THE MOST LIKELY IN THIS MOMENT HO GOOOOD))
“Control. Control!” Nektargo shouted at her, gripping her shoulders roughly. There was something like desperation in his eyes, and he shook her a bit when she did not immediately respond. “Shan, remember! Feel. Attune!”
“I…I can’t,” the broken whisper came as tears streamed down her face. The ice was climbing up her arms, her entire body covered in a thin layer of frost as she struggled to contain the outpouring of magic. The shattered pieces of Narak'het lay at her feet; even the ley-infused staff could not hold back what was happening.
Pure magic, manifesting half as ice shards, half as raw arcane power, pulsed from her randomly, growing stronger every minute, affecting everything within a mile radius. She had no idea how the orc managed to stay so close to her like this, and indeed on looking at his face she saw the pain in his expression. She was destroying him, and destroying everything else too. A bomb, about to go off.
“Get away,” Shana warned.
“Are you insane? If I leave, you’re going to–”
She placed a frozen paw over his mouth, tusks and all. “I…I can’t stop it. I’m trying. I’m trying! But it is…” She let out a sob, and a pulse of magic matched it, rushing out in a tangible wave, spiking upwards in ice. Already the immediate landscape was completely frozen solid, and the effect was reaching farther and farther.
He ripped her hand from his face and yelled roughly, “Control it! You know how. Reach for it!” But she could not. She couldn’t rein it in, couldn’t reach as far as the magic was going, and her failure to contain the overflow even a little caused her even greater panic. She could feel Nektargo’s essence, using his own shielding techniques to protect himself from her, even as she caused more and more damage, even as it got harder to hold back everything–
Something tore inside of her, and she cried out in pain as the magic surged in response, pulling from her more than she could handle. Her knees buckled, but the orc’s hands determinedly help her up. And there, in that moment, Shan saw the resignation in his eyes. He had failed, she had failed, they had failed together. There was no coming back from this, and he pulled her to him in a crushing hug.
Shana cried into Nektargo’s chest as she was torn apart from the inside, the magic ripping from her faster than her mind could process it, her body freezing slowly. An unearthly wind whipped up, blowing hair and clothing around, and her sobs became screams, only barely muffled by the warlock’s robes. Her body went terribly cold, and then searing hot in the next moment, and everything was tearing, ripping, stretching…
“We’re in this together,” she vaguely heard him, and then there was nothing.
The explosion was heard miles around, and sent every magic-user on the continent of Northrend scrambling for an answer to the sudden surge of power. Those who ventured to Dragonblight could find the crater and the arcane resonance in the air around it. No trace of the orc warlock or his pandaren mage companion was found, save for a small hairpin of cherry blossoms.
One muse accidentally hitting the other with a spell- FOR LAI AND SHAN :D
((OKAY I WAS GONNA ASK IF I COULD WRITE A STARTER FOR THESE TWO SO THANK YOU))
Frostpaw, Frostpaw, her paws are always frosty! Shana hummed to herself as she tossed a snowball in the air and caught it deftly. She couldn’t remember if she had made up the tune or if the other kids back home had and she’d just adopted it, but it was bouncy and pleasant and she liked it. She held out her paw and… poof! Another snowball appeared. This one she tossed up, too, and added another, and another, her smile growing wider as she juggled them. She could do a trick, maybe, if she just threw one that way and another one to cross it…
Smack! The sound of snow hitting something solid made her stop. She turned to the side to see a person standing there, snowball splattered across her face. “Oh! Oh, no, I am so sorry!” Shana cried, dropping the rest of her snowballs unceremoniously.
