#mothan

[seggsy-mothman]

Yeah mothman cometh but does mothman cummeth

(I'm so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it)

retreat to horny jail this instant anon

[airanke]

These are all GREAT prompts and I love all your characters ;-; how about #44 for Trigon, with or without anyone (ship or not, but he was cute with Nadia if it agrees!) Of your choice?

Trigon & Mothan44. “Look at me. Look at me.”

Waking up to the sounds of hysterical sobbing was not a sound Trigon would have ever suspected he would wake up to. His vision was grossly blurry, and darker in one eye than it was in the other. Not a good thing, he presumed.

The sobbing was coming from above him. Wind rushed against his face, threading through his hair. Trigon deduced he was being carried - but by who? He didn’t know anyone who would cry over him–

Whoever was carrying him choked on a breath; the sobbing ebbed to softer weeping, and Trigon soon found himself on the ground, barely held in their arms.

Mothan was too emotionally compromised to go on.

And of course Trigon should have known that Mothan would, and had, cried over him, multiple times, and always when he thought Trigon was unaware. It brought back many memories Trigon did not want to recall, not right now, and just as those memories - memories of watching Mothan soak bills and letters and papers with his tears, putting up a farce the next morning to assure his little brothers everything was okay - so too did the memories of what had happened just moments ago come.

“Look at me,” he croaked, mouth twisting in pain when he tried to move. Mothan blubbered, his hand tightening its grip around Trigon’s shoulders before loosening.

Trigon put everything he had into raising his arm and clapping it around the back of Mothan’s neck, forcing his brother to look at him, “look at me.”

Mothan tried. Trigon knew that he couldn’t see through his tears.

“I need you… to focus, Mothan,” Trigon said in a shaky whisper. He couldn’t tell if Mothan was shaking his head, or nodding it. Damn his own blurry vision.

“I need you to be strong,” Trigon continued, picking up on the sounds of the approaching hordes of undead; their feet rattled the earth, “like you are always strong. I need you to be as strong as you’ve always been.”

Mothan nodded his head; then nodded his head again when Trigon tightened his grip, shaking Mothan ever so much.

Like that, his tears stopped. The despair in his face was replaced with a hollow anger. His oddly colored pink eyes darkened, then lightened, and lit up brilliantly. Black tendrils swayed at Mothan’s back, and when he stood, back to Trigon and shoulders squared against the flaming sky, Trigon closed his eyes to rest.

Nothing would survive Mothan’s wrath.

(( I could have and totally would have gone with Nadia x Trigon for this, but, I don’t write enough of Trigon and his brothers so ; _ ; here’s some Mothan / Trigon for you guys aaaa ))

[bluerivea-blog]

Tazari admiring some troll hunters cuz she loves those who can tame beasts lmao she has a very picky style due to her preferring animals over people it takes a special person to catch her interest.... and then there’s Mothan because he could definitely be someone she would be able to stand.

the first two and last male trolls are @airanke and the 3rd one is @whiteincite 

I BORROWED THEM WITHOUT ASKING BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT 

[airanke]

10 for taz and mothan?

10. “staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in”

I cut the start of this one out because it’s a lot of unnecessary exposition. Hope you enjoy! 

@blueriveas-horde

Mothan sighed, letting his feet go where they pleased once he reformed. Dalaran had become an unfortunate familiarity to the assassin, and by now, Mothan knew the layout like the back of his hand.

The stables came into view soon enough, and when he stopped at the door, one of his feet tapped impatiently.

Tazari was busily tending to a yak in the far left corner, brushing out its fur. There was a pair of large scissors hanging from her finger, and as Mothan walked in, Tazari swung the shears up into her hand, and began trimming some of the fur over the yak’s eyes.

“‘Ello, spearmint,” Mothan chirped, hiding his exhaustion behind a broad grin. Tazari didn’t look at him, but her eyes were wide, nose scrunched, and cheeks dark with blush.

“I be busy, licorice!” she whined, glancing at him while brushing more of the yak’s fur, “don’ you be comin’ in here, bein’ all distractin’!!”

“Tazari I literally just be sayin’ hi,” he teased, chuckling when she jabbed him in the chest with her elbow, “careful dere~”

She pouted deeply, “go– go sit down!! Ovah dere, till I’m done!”

“Okay, okay~” Mothan walked over to the bench she had pointed out, smiling to himself. He sat, and settled for watching her go about her remaining tasks.

His mind replayed the moments of the day. Since early that morning, to little over thirty minutes ago. Mothan tried to focus on something else - anything else - but his thoughts were determined to twist and stretch every event, trying to decide if he could have done something better.

Truthfully, he could have. He was nothing like Trigon: not as intimidating, nowhere near as confrontational, and valued compromise over absolution. Trigon got results. If he wanted something changed, it would be changed, but Mothan didn’t have that sort of confidence.

That, and Azeroth’s issues - as Trigon had told him - weren’t Ether’s problems. They were here to route the Bane, nothing more, nothing less. Mothan sighed; Tazari moved on to a bat.

For a split second, he hyper focused on her. She was slim, but well built. Her soft musculature implied that she spent her days doing heavy labor, and while many wouldn’t immediately assume that stable work was “heavy labor”, stable master did more than just take in animals. They had to clean up after a variety of beasts, prepare a variety of food for different diets, feed those animals, groom the animals, and in some cases, care for animals in their care that wound up sick.

Quickly, Mothan averted his gaze. His thoughts reeled before settling back on meticulously deconstructing his way versus his brother’s way.

Mothan nudged, Trigon forced. Mothan was gentle, Trigon was harsh. Mothan chose safety, Trigon took risks.

He leaned forward against his knees, staring at his hands.

Mothan has always been better at killing. Za’hal always told him he’d make an excellent monk, especially given his natural inclination toward balance; toward mediation, but that would put the troll in the spotlight. Mothan chose to be an assassin so he could hide in the shadows.

But here he was, with that monk that Za’hal had seen in him rearing his head. He should have listened to Trigon. He should have gone with his brother to hunt down the Bane commanders, and their portals. He should have been with them because Trigon had twisted not only Jaina’s arm, but Khadgar’s, and Aethas’. The ultimatum was either they come help Trigon, or Azeroth would have another invasion on their hands, and this time, it wouldn’t be the Burning Legion. In Mothan’s experience, the Bane was a hundred times worse than the Legion, because at least the worst the Legion would throw at the Horde, and Alliance was the twisted spirits of the dead. They could free those dead, let them finally find peace.

The Bane threw civilians - children, mothers, fathers, the elderly, the lame. When the United had first realized it, they’d lost many, many of their soldiers. How could a tranied, honorable combatant fight someone that didn’t know the sharp end of the spear from the harmless butt of the spear? And the thought had always been lurking in the back of their minds, that the most heavily armored, largest soldiers were not properly trained - given their sluggish movements and incapability to use their huge weapons - but never once had any of them imagined that children were inside.

The Horde, and the Alliance would never be able to deal with that; both sides were too honorable in their own ways. Mothan doubted that even the supposed ruthless forsaken would be able to pose much of a threat. The Bane Commanders were ridiculously powerful in their own right, and the Elites were nothing to sniff at either. Based on the knowledge he had, Mothan could confidently say that only a handful of the leaders from both sides would even stand a remote chance against an Elite, and only a couple could stand toe-to-toe with a Commander.

Then again, both of those factors depended solely on who the Commander was, because–

“Mothan?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you be awake?”

“Mmm.”

Tazari was quiet. The hum in Mothan’s mind stalled at her voice.

He didn’t want to admit that she was the type of distraction he needed, just so he could stop thinking. He knew it when he hyper focused on her. He should have just kept watching her, it would have stopped him from thinking of how bad the situation on Azeroth could get if the Etherians didn’t do something.

A snort of laughter left him when Tazari tried to pick him up. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hefted, huffing in his ear. It flicked.

“I be up,” he said softly, standing. Tazari’s face was pressed against his chest. She kept her arms around him.

“You um…” she tilted her head up to look at him, “you be lookin’ distressed…”

“Do I?”

“Yeah…”

“Mmm,” he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hold her? His arms hung down by his sides, lifeless. He tired to think about the meetings again, but once again he found himself hyper focused on Tazari.

“Do you… do you be wantin’ to come over?” she asked, “I mean… it be a long day, for me, and looks like it be a long day for you… I can make you–”

“Okay, but only if I be getting to help.”

“But I can cook for you,” she grumbled, and Mothan wrapped his arms around her. She blushed.

“I don’t be doubting that, but your work be way more physically demandin’ than what I be doing,” he gave her a crooked smile, “so~ Let me be helping~”

Supper was easy. Tazari’s home in Dalaran was quaint and comfortable, and now the two sat on the one couch in her living room.

She told him how she’d grown accustomed to how the humans, and elves in Dalaran liked their homes, though sometimes she would still sleep on the floor. He couldn’t say he knew the feeling, because the reason why he disliked plush beds and furniture had nothing to do with how he was raised.

Mothan opted to change the topic of conversation before they could get into the more gruesome details of his childhood.

“So? How be your day?” he asked, grateful that he’d all but forgotten every thought that had been plaguing him just an hour before. Tazari tapped a finger to her lips.

“Hmm… not too bad. I be up since six, started with cleanin’ out the stables. We had a lotta’ birds in this week, so I had to be doin’ a loooot of scrubbin’. I didn’t be finishin’ that until nine, then one of the others be needin’ my help with a nervous warp stalker. Tryin’ to corner a warp stalker be hard, mon!” she exclaimed, waving her arms around animatedly, “he kept on warpin’ here, then warpin’ there, and so I had to be gettin’ another warp stalker to be helpin’ us get the nervous warp stalker!”

Mothan chuckled, “those ones be sounding like a handful.”

“They be!” Tazari huffed, sitting up more on the couch while Mothan shifted to lean his side against the back cushions. He kept his eyes on her face while she continued: she’d had to groom more yaks than she wanted to count, clipped the claws on several large cats, filed the claws on wolves, brushed so many different kinds of animal teeth that she had tried to brush a macaw’s beak, and spent the better half of her afternoon ferrying hooves on hippogryphs.

At some point during the conversation, Mothan’s eyes slid to her lips. Her voice became a lullaby in the background. She was telling him about one hippogryph in particular - a rare arcane one, brilliant purple in color, overflowing with such raw magical power she wondered how difficult it had been to tame. Shed hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to the hunter about his beast, because he’d come and left faster than she could say ‘good evening’.

And then, she stopped. His eyes noticed first, ears second. He continued to stare at her lips for several more seconds, in case she continued, but when she didn’t, Mothan refocused his gaze on her eyes.

Which were staring down at his mouth rather intently.

“Tazari?” he asked, unsure of why his voice was so soft, or why he sounded unsure. He didn’t know why he processed her movements so slowly either, and before he could react, Tazari slipped between his tusks and pressed her lips against his.

Out of reflex - when his mind finally processed what was happening - he leaned back. She followed, lips just shy of his, and Mothan was putting his weight against his arms seconds later. Tazari kissed him again, and again, and he raised one shaking hand to sweep into her hair.

Too soon - or perhaps, at the perfect moment? - Tazari pulled back. She looked dazed, and Mothan could hardly see through the golden haze that seemed to settle in his vision.

Thank the Great One his Vice was wrath, and not lust.

Tazari bit her lip, looking off to the side. A shade of guilt came to her face - and Mothan wasn’t sure why, he had never made it explicitly clear that he had an aversion to more romantic displays of affection.

Then again, Tazari was a stable master. Like him, she had to be able to understand body language, and Mothan didn’t doubt that Tazari perhaps understood it far better than he did.

‘In that case, I be supposing that I be makin’ it obvious.’

So he pulled her back in before she could say anything. He closed his eyes. Allowed himself the chance to enjoy it.

“I forgot,” Mothan mumbled against Tazari’s lips, “how much I enjoyed this.”

Tazari sighed contently, raising her hands to cup his face. The kisses never went past lips; Mothan was fine with that. He recalled lying down at some point. Tazari was on top of him. Her hair fell like a curtain around his face. It was nice not to think about anything, except her.

Thinking about her was lovely.

[airanke]

😱 for taz and mothan

😱 Make a silly face at my museMothan / Tazari

Great One, these meetings were boring. Normally Mothan would lounge, but here on Azeroth he wasn’t granted that same luxury. He sat prim and proper next to Baine Bloodhoof while the large tauren had a tense back and forth with one of the archmages of Dalaran. Sighing soundlessly, the assassin turned his head to look out into the street–

Was that… Tazari?

Standing outside the window?

Making a face at him?

Mothan was caught so off-guard by the appearance of the pretty stable master with her eyes crossed and tongue sticking out that all he could do was stare wide-eyed for a solid four seconds.

Then he pressed his lips together as tightly as he could to avoid laughing. A puff of air escaped his nose and he fluidly brought a fist to his mouth to feign a cough. The conversation stopped and he raised a hand in apology, “sorreh, just had ta cough. Continue.”

For about a minute, he managed to ignore looking back out the window.

But his curiosity got the better of him when he realized that Tazari was still standing there, and this time when he looked, she pressed her finger against her nose and pushed it up, giving him the absolute most hilarious grin he had seen in quite some time.

This time Mothan doubled over, choking on a laugh, and sunk into the shadows. He rose up again on Baine’s side and clapped a hand to the tauren’s shoulder. The younger man was looking at him with concern creasing his features, “Motha–”

“I’m sorreh. I have ta excuse myself. Dere be dis feelin’ dat if I stay, I’m just gonna’ be more cause ta distraction.”

Baine nodded his head, still concerned, and Mothan gave the archmage across from Baine a polite, two-fingered salute.

The troll was gone in seconds, outside the walls and standing where Tazari had been. Naturally, the moment Mothan had disappeared from his place next to Baine, she had taken off - all Mothan had to do was close his eyes. Magic, thin and strong like a spider web, raced out from one of his feet.

He tracked down Tazari in no time, grabbing her around the waist and hefting her onto his shoulder.

“There I be, tryna’ have a serious meeting,” he announced while Tazari broke into unstoppable laughter, “and then, dere be this stable master! An’ wouldn’t you believe! Dat she kept makin’ faces at me!”

Tazari repeatedly slapped her hands against Mothan’s back, though her laughter refused to subside. He confidently walked toward the streets with her slung over his shoulder, arm secured around her to prevent her from escaping. The two started to get some very curious looks from bystanders.

“An’ now lookit dis! She be gettin’ aaaaall dis attention~” he chuckled as Tazari pushed herself up, hands firm against his shoulder. Her face was bright red, but despite her attempts to frown, her smile was another thing that refused to leave.

Mothan cocked a brow at her, “wat? Dis is wat you get fah makin’ me leave.”

In one swift motion, he had her cradled in his arms, something akin to an expression of adoration crossing his face. Tazari drew her hands to her chin for a moment, eyes sparkling as she looked at him, then she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook between his chin and shoulder.

“It be worth it, Mothie.”

[airanke]

❤ and mothan taz??

Who thinks ridiculously extravagant gifts are the best and who prefers the heartfelt, sentimental gift?Both prefer the quiet, heartfelt gifts over anything else.

Who won’t stop saying “I love you” and making big, goopy puppy eyes?Neither do this. Tazari is too shy, and Mothan - while he IS a joker - is more of the soft and sensual “I love you” sort rather than the goofy “I love you” sort.

What’s the most extreme thing either would do for a kiss (or Klondike bar)?Mothan will shadow-hop indefinitely to find Tazari and this can have a very negative effect on him (like locking him in semi-shadows for an hour or so) but sometimes the boy’s gotta’ have his kiss y’know?

Who gets the obligatory cute stuffed animal?I can actually see Tazari getting Mothan the obligatory stuffed animal. She IS a stable master, after all. She could totally get one made for him on the side while pretending it’s for one of the animals.

Who would get a big bouquet of red roses?Tazari would get the big bouquet of red roses. And other roses. And it was probably a bouquet of yellow roses the first time.

Who would eat an entire box of Valentine’s chocolate?MOTHAN CAN AND WILL. AND THEN HE’LL EAT ANOTHER ONE.

Who writes the really sappy, romantic poetry?THIS IS WHERE MOTHAN’S JOKER REAR’S HIS MIGHTY HEAD. HIS SAPPY POETRY WOULD BE H I L A R I O U S .

Who actually likes those chalk-tasting hearts with cornball messages?Mothan enjoys them but only if Tazari will feed them to him. Totally not because he would teasingly nip her fingers if she’s not paying close enough attention.

Who sneaks home early to put up candles and scatter rose petals everywhere in the name of ROMANCE?Mothan does because he can just slip into the shadows and BAM he’s there. I’m sure that Tazari does something similar but in the bath instead ; ) Boy works hard, and so does she (and with animals), bath time is probably… A  LARGE CHUNK OF THEIR QUALITY TIME TOGETHER.

Who is the wine connoisseur that insists on “only the best” for their meal?MOTHAN LAWD. He can actually drink… a lot… and not get drunk (he’ll get tipsy, but that’s as far as it gets. You’ll never see Mothan actually drunk). He knows his drinks in and out though, Tazari will only get the best (if she even LIKES alcohol, and in that case, she’ll still only get the best punches and coffees and teas. Mothan’s got a good palette).

Who believes that Valentine’s Day is a corporate, soulless Hallmark holiday but still secretly enjoys it anyway?I think Mothan does, but what does he honestly care? What does anybody honestly care LMAO.

Do they watch bad chick flicks or horror movies (any excuse for close cuddling)?They’ll watch bad chick flicks. Mothan kinda’ sorta’ enjoys them.

Do they make reservations at the expensive, ritzy restaurant or prepare a home-cooked meal?Reservations! Mothan really likes to plan night’s out and when your gf is a stable master it’s kinda easier on HER if she doesn’t have to worry about cooking anything and stuff and things.

Do they go to bed early or stay up all night?Stay up all night.

Do they end up cuddling on the couch or heatedly making out?… this is interesting cuz I can actaully see them heatedly making out despite Mothan’s tendency to shy away and/or deny physical affection like this. Probably got really comfortable with Tazari after a while O:

[airanke]

ALSO I SAW AN OLD OC OF YOURS, MOTHAN, AND AM HIGHLY INTERESTED. CAN YOU TELL ME MORE ABOUT HIM WHEN YOU GET A MOMENT??

Oh @bluerivea ……….. you have no idea how much I love Mothan, he is my bby.

I mean look at him how can I NOT love him? He’s probably one of my only successful joker characters that I’ve created.

Seriously.

He’s also one of very few characters I’ve made who’s not outright flirtatious (well, the same can be said for Trigon. The brothers are all very subtle and low-key about their flirting). Aaaaaaaaaaaa I have so much I can say about Mothan that I don’t know where to start, so I guess I’ll go back to him being a joker. He can take things seriously when he has to, but only when he has to - otherwise, tough luck getting him to “behave”, so to speak.

Mothan’s also quite charistmatic, so it’s easy for him to turn a situation around (and dispel anger. He’s really quite good at dispelling anger - and like, not getting rid of it entirely, but bringing it down to a point of “okay well I GUESS you have a point but I’m still mad” and this is a good thing because his brother Trigon has Anger Management Issues).

Unfortunately due to events in his past, Mothan is terrified of magic, particularly fire magic (Za’hal, his king, also has a terrible temper and since Za’hal will spontaneously combust when he gets angry… Mothan had the unfortunate experience of being RIGHT next to Za’hal when that happened, while he was trying to bring his king’s temper down. Needless to say, the result was burns worse than the third degree across his entire body. Thank goodness this is a fantasy setting and all the damage was reversed??? ///BRICKED). This isn’t the only reason he’s afraid of it though but I’ll get into that later.

I don’t have any finished FULL images of Mothan but I do have this thing sitting around, which is kinda old but also I can’t draw right on paper anymore, my anatomy is whack:

Mothan in his full armor, but I mean as you can see he has five fingers - of course he’s a half-breed! Mothan’s father is a greater demon known as Matadox (//cough cough he and his siblings spell “MATAD” with the first letter of their first names), and his mother (who still has no name because I’m bad at female chars LOL) is a legendary sorceress (well gee this explains where Trigon gets his magic capabilities from).

Of course this makes Mothan half-demon - or well, on Ether, it makes him a nephilim (half-mortal, half-demon OR half-angel). AND THAT’S PART OF WHY HE HAS FIVE FINGERS INSTEAD OF LIKE THREE LOL. But because he IS half-demon, it makes him a target for warlocks since a warlock CAN form a pact with a nephilim (if the nephilim so desires to make a pact. One cannot force a nephilim into servitude - but, sadly, not all nephilim understand this and most of them get caught in abusive pacts with a warlock).

Which is what happened to Mothan (and his two little brothers, Trigon and Diagoth). Mothan was barely pushing adulthood, and their warlock was female, so in order to keep her from being more physically abusive toward his brothers Mothan let her take advantage of him, for lack of better wording :’ ) This warlock’s interest was primarily in Trigon as Trigon was quite handsome for someone his age, but she at least had some sort of moral boundaries and fucking a minor was one of them, so she settled for Mothan. And yep you guess it, as a result of this, he shies away from romantic interactions and grows easily uncomfortable when people try to push up on him and what not. He can’t give people a hard “no” or “stop” unfortunately so he tends to turn it into a humorous situation in which he can escape via a joke.

Or just flat out melting into the shadows HAHAHA.

Annnnd back to why he’s a joker again, much like how Trigon covers all of his emotions with anger, Mothan covers all of his emotions with humor. He’s considered a royal assassin and has the title “King’s Shadow”, and tends to do his own thing, but obeys Za’hal with little question, and will also take orders from Trigon. Oh um, and yeah since he’s half-demon he DOES have a demon form! It’s not something he likes to show though, he has enough trouble hiding from warlocks as it is (luckily for him he found a warlock to trust that he formed a pact with, but that’s an entirely different can of worms - and especially since I’m reworking Ether and removing the Sleepers from the race roster, just because?? Making everything OP is Not A Good Thing To Do You Guys).

Ahhh I could keep going but I’ll have to stop here, I have to go back to work!

[airanke]

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Every single expression from this SMIRK meme!! Which I love!! @whiteincite and @sleepysmeargle helped me decide on which chars to draw for it!! (At least, the ones I couldn’t decide!)

Also omg @madmadameem, I uh, totally see that smirk Vol’jin is making (the fifth one RIP these will look so much better when I get the chance to add color / lighting) being something he gives to either Mandokir or Farbreath.... SAVE ME.................

Anyway, in order of smirkers here we go: Shion Rejamike, Eli, Aleksander, Mothan, Vol’jin, Hal, Nascent Morningwhisper, Amita Dakini, and Trigon. Such a mix of chars, all ones I love!!!

I’ve come to realize I’ve never drawn Shion in his armor but it looks sexy as fuck some save me from this troll hell....

AMITA IS ALSO A LIAR, AND SHE ‘BOUT TO KILL A MAN---