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[patchthemedic]

Enigmata + Leela

Commission for @uranium-lord of their characters Enigmata (the big lad) and Leela (the one chilling)! From their Toyhouse page: "Enigmata cares very much about his tiny Amica. He knows she is very far from being fragile, but he wishes to protect her anyways. He'd do anything for her, really, including this most recent endeavor of becoming musicians." I have 3 more to finish and will re-open commissions for the winter.

[theabsolutevoid]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 (so you can do multiple lines heehe)

you wanted a long one so SAD SISTER MUSINGS

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It had been a long time since he had last been this self reflective, probably too long. He found himself wondering how his sister had managed it, to live among mortals and continue to resent them. He had always found them at their very base nature, entertaining. Onyxia had hated them. Down to her very core she despised mortals. She thought them foolish, and lesser, and so many other adjectives she would string off to him while lounging dramatically over the warm stone furniture in Blackrock. He found himself briefly lost in bitter sweet memories of his fallen sibling.

She had been a truly terrible creature. They both had been. She had simultaneously delighted in and despised his experiments. She enjoyed the destruction and pain they caused, but always told him he wasn’t looking at the big picture. She always insisted there was something beyond the Chromatic flight, that he was just missing it, and if he figured it out everything would come together.

He wondered now what she meant. Did she know about the Twilight experiments their mother was doing? Of the “borrowed” research? Or maybe she had just lost her mind completely, and had been seeing patterns where there were none. Regardless of the atrocities they committed together, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that he missed her terribly. He wondered what she would say now--

[lilac-vode]

uranium-lord replied to your post “hi everyone!!! surprise, i wrote my first actual fanfiction focusing...”

This was really, really nice to read

;O; i’m so glad you liked it!!! thank you for saying so!

[atalzul]

uranium-lord replied to your photo

Imagine a crawg bean bag

Y E S 

[atalzul]

uranium-lord replied to your post “If Dazar fails to show up for the entire rest of BFA I’ll be pretty...”

He probably took one look out at the mess, was like "hell no" and turned right around and went back into his tomb to sleep again.

true BUT imagine Dazar chilling in KR, content knowing that his old enemy G’huun has been vanquished once and for all -

and then psychically realizing that his favorite pet gold elemental Opulence, his precious baby, is getting its face (or lack thereof) kicked in -

and then heroic leaping all the way to Dazar’alor, smashing through the pyramid wall and multiple floors just in time to bitchslap Genn’s head right off his body while he’s threatening Rastakhan.

canon divergence AU...

[atalzul]

uranium-lord replied to your photo “¤ï¸”

Your zul art always makes me so happy T^T

Thank you! ❤️ I love him so much 😍

[swampgallows]

1 and / or 2 from the new years ask ? Somebody already asked 3 so that's be the Music Trilogy

1. Song of the year? i think there are a couple of different songs that encapsulate different parts of this year for me. tldr is uhh trance, eurodance, mcelroy podcasts, young scrolls, and oingo boingo

early this year when i was in and out of the hospital and was still on my boingo kick from last autumn, but in my low energy and awful mood Private Life of 2019 had given way to a yearning for tenderness and healing with Stay. little did i know all the boingoloids would suddenly start empathizing with the plight of my Private Life come quarantine...

when lockdown happened i was listening to podcasts mostly (the McElroy podcast Wonderful is synonymous with Nazjatar for me now) but also a lot of trance and eurodance compilations, since they were pretty chill. i dont have a lot of memory of this time period truthfully. even my jukebox tag from this time is pretty sparse of anything super evocative.

song of the summer is definitely Chris C — A Drop of the Hard Stuff. the link is to the less fun remix (imo) but the original mix isnt uploaded anywhere. you can hear it at the end of my set from warstomp though :) (~50 min). farming mithril in felwood for all the fireworks/cluster launcher supplies for Warstomp also brings Mind of Man to mind. lots of eurodance and dark trance while farming too

the icecrown prepatch is defined by James Brown is Dead + (HAZARD remix)/James Brown is Still Alive/James’ Dad is Brown and Papa’s Got A Brand New Pigbag, all due to campin out for Bronjahm’s 34 slot Mint Condition Bag.  2. Album of the year?

Saint Jiub EP probably just for how damn much we listen to it haha. i dont really listen to traditional albums anyway; even all the boingo ive listened to has been pretty evenly split across all their albums (all but Boingo 94 anyway lol)

this is one of those times where spotify would be handy lmfao i have trouble keepin track of what i listen to and how often. memories remind me of songs more than songs remind me of memories i think

[swampgallows]

🌹 Sends you a rose :)

(a little more than a sentence for you... ;)   ) Deep in Ashenvale, whether on the wind or in demons' whispers, the spirit of Grom called to him. Dilated and wide, his pupils vibrated with surmounting madness, the voice of his father drowning out the Warsong. It was close. It lingered. Something, someone, some energy, channeled itself into him with claws and tendrils and thousands of eyes with lashes like daggers. Rivers of blood once spilled from Mannoroth pulsed in the soil beneath him, a grueling heartbeat under his feet, tasting the smoke and charred flesh of the demon's presence. "Son of Grom! Son of Grom!" "The demon's fire," Grommash croaked, "has burnt out in my veins..." His immortal words thundered in his son's head. The midnight soil spoke. "The fire... in my veins..." As another set of eyes within his mind, a spirit, he saw Thrall, younger than now, knelt by the body of Grom. "No, old friend..." "The fire... the fire..." Booming and rattling, the pit lord's words resounded. "He didn't know what burns within your soul... when in your heart, you know we are the same." This was not the reproduction Thrall had displayed in Garadar. This vision was the contribution of hundreds of the eyes and beating hearts of witnesses, and he still heard them beating, and he still heard the wet eyes rolling in their sockets. They lived, somehow, still, his mind trapped in their skulls.