#chyrus

[toastvogel]

Needed cuddles ... sought wing cuddles. Chyrus' wings are soft (at least in my mind)

#chyrus #kyrian

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Songs that make me think of Adrestes:

#Chyrus is there #finding his pants for him and calling him an Uber #Youtube

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

carried away | alex summers

Request: hey! hope you're okay. sorry to message you from here but i didn't find the anon question box on your profile so quwjaiqj. saw you were taking request and i wanted to ask if you could do an alex summers x reader. maybe some fluff after a mission that went wrong, either a mission by alex or by reader? he's so underappreciated there's so little content of him. if you can't write it or won't it's okay. sorry to bother you and thank you in advance! good to see more x-men fans here!

Of course I’ll write it! I’m so excited to write for Alex, I’ll do the Apocalypse version of Alex! I don’t know why just I think that Alex would act like an idiot when having a crush and overreact cause he’s never felt something like this before! @cchambers

After the Vietnam War, Alex was able to return to the school, but was no longer a student. He found crowds upon crowds of students and the halls bustling with teachers. But there was one person he really wanted to see. And that was Tessa. Tessa White was one of the people in the First Class, who possessed the power to bring fear to life using the shadows around her. When she first arrived, in tow of Charles and Erik, she was easygoing, yet never speaking and only finding comfort with Charles in their one to ones, or alone with his girlfriend, Ash, who knew exactly how she felt. He never knew how she changed after he left to serve in the army. While he strolled through the corridors, he watched out for former teammates, and found one walking across the hallway, yelling out instructions to little mutant children who were performing shenanigans here and there. “Charles!” He called, waving. The brunette caught sight of his former student, briskly strolling over and engulfing Alex in a hug. “Alex. How are you?” “I could be worse. How’s Ash?” “She could be worse. The bullet, as you know, to her spine caused her entire right side to be partially paralysed, drove her crazy. Now her arm’s left.” “Where’s... um…” A knowing smirk slid itself onto Charles’s face, because he knew exactly who Alex failed to mention. “Follow me.” They wound through straggles of overexcited students, finally arriving at the study door of Ash Cyrus, Charles’s girlfriend. He knocked softly on the door, the chuckle and profuse blush that appeared after that telling Alex that Ash reached him from inside his head, allowing him to enter. “I need, of course, the lesson plans so I can overlook them, I don’t want another explosion in Hank’s lab, I’ve had enough of containing the fires in there. Tessa, can you pick that pile of files up?” When the two men entered, they found a black-with-red-streaks-haired woman, the waves of locks tumbling over one shoulder, one strong hand gripping a pile of papers, the other bound in a white cast to support it. She was a little wobbly, so Charles strode across the room and took the files in his hands, greeting her. “Good morning, love.” He murmured into her ear. “Hello, darling.” She turned her head, joining their lips in a swift kiss before turning back to her work, signing a piece of paperwork, flicking her eyes up to see Tessa and Alex staring at each other like they were attracted like a moth to a flame. “Charles, how about we leave these two alone?” “Are you sure, love-” “Never been surer in my life, darling, now let’s go.” That left the two staring at each other. Alex gulped, unable to take his eyes off the way Tessa’s hair smoothly fell over her shoulder as she attempted to lift the stack of papers, succumbing to what Alex noticed was a sprained wrist. “Tessa! What are you- what are you doing?” He quickly lifted the stack from her, placing it on the table and gently taking the wound in his fingers, noticing the hiss of pain she quietly let out. “Did you tell Ash?” He bored his gaze into her, the guilty look telling him all he needed to. “I learnt how to block her attempts to reach in my mind…?” “So no. Sit down, I’m sure Ash keeps one on the underside of her desk.” Bending over, Alex groped for the cooled green first aid kit in a freezer compartment in his former leader’s desk. It was ironic, because of the fact that Ash was a mutant who controls fire. In there he found a giant block of ice and a transparent bag, so he dropped it in and started crushing it, then held it over the injury gently, hearing the sharp intake of breath slow down, thankfully. “You good?” He smiled, well, as much as he permitted himself to, before making a bold move. He kissed her hand. Tessa blushed, running her free hand through her hair, and while Alex looked calmer than the word itself, neither of them were sure as to what to say. “I gueas… I’ll see you later?” Tessa broke the silence gratefully, giving Alex something to say. “Yeah, later. Tomorrow? In a few hours? I’m going to leave before I say anything worse.”

Spinning on his heel, he left, nearly losing

his cool before reaching Charles’s office, not even bothering to knock when he reached there, just opening the door and meeting a peculiar sight. Charles was busy (or was he?) perusing a thesis of his while Ash was marking work that she’d already marked. The peculiar sight about this was that they were both flushed from top to bottom, dishevelled, which was not normal, and the three top buttons of Charles’s shirt were undone and his lips were redder than normal. “Let it all out, Alex, what did you do?” Charles asked, raising his eyebrows without looking up. “You- you know about that?” “Of course we do, the tension in that room, Jesus, it was thick enough to be cut with a knife. You’re freaking out cause you kissed her hand, but why?” Ash groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Ok, yes, I kissed her hand, then she said ‘See you later’. What does that even mean? Did she not like it, or did she? Is she angry and never wants to see me again? Did I enter her personal space without verbal consent-” “Alex, you’re ex-military, entering someone’s personal space without any verbal consent is kind of your thing.” Ash piped up, blinking as if she couldn’t believe what a group of idiots she’d let inside the school, “God, this is entering my mindspace without any mental consent.” “WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!” “He’s-” “Yes, he is.” “Is what?!” Alex looked from Charles to Ash, who were acting like Yoda and seemed batflap crazy, but who was he to complain? They always were batflap crazy. “He doesn‘t realise, does he, darling?” “Not that I know of, love.” “Alex, you are in luck that you get as close as that to a woman without slapping today’s breakfast out of you. So there’s only one explanation. She…” Ash gestured for him to continue, the frightening truth dawning on him. “… likes me.” “Precisely, and you like her. Come to think of it, we are like Yoda, even if I entirely, verbally, mentally and actively are against the part where he says we’re batflap crazy, eh, love?” Charles raised an eyebrow, tapping the side of his head with a smirk. “Right you are, Professor.” Alex left the room in shock, his life suddenly making sense. The entire time in the army made him long to find something, but he didn’t know what he was looking for. He missed something, but didn’t know exactly what. But now he knew. The problem was, he could’ve gotten any more advice from the two unexpectedly spectacular love gurus in the room he just left but he didn’t. So he went to Ash’s study, opening the door to find Tessa splaying her wrist on the table, the flesh swollen and red. “Oh, shoot, Tess, what did you do?” The sudden nickname made her blush, partly out of admiration for Alex’s perfect timings and how much her wrist hurt. “I tried to lift something up-” “Wrists don’t heal that quick.” Grabbing a bandage and healing ointment, he dabbed it on so gently Tessa could barely feel his fingers, then he tightly wrapped the bandage around the injury, enough to support it but not enough so it would hurt. “Thanks, Alex.” She murmured, smiling. “Listen, Tessa, about earlier, I shouldn’t have-” “It’s fine.” He looked up, “I rather liked it.” His blush became obvious to him, cheeks heating up and immediately flustering. “You- you did?” “I may or may not have spent my entire summer at Professor Cyrus’s house discussing exactly how to break the fact that I have a crush on you. You’re not exactly the most… open… person, but then again, neither was I.” The room was completely silent, their breath hitching in their throat, wondering what to do next. So Alex, like the person he is, decided to take the biggest leap of faith he possibly could. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling the change in temperature. Waiting for her to pull away, she didn’t, so he tilted his head further, pecking her cheek softly. His breath fanned over her lips, pausing and taking in the atmosphere. Maybe time stopped when he looked into her eyes, or the world was waiting in anticipation to express what he’d subconsciously been feeling for ages. But he didn’t know how.

“I-I can’t do this. I can’t take this moment away from you.” “You would be if you didn’t do this.” “Tessa-” “Tess.” The agreement of the nickname gave him a rush of confidence he never knew would come to him, fulfilling the long-awaited meeting by sweetly putting his lips on hers, feeling her fingers thread through the golden locks of his hair, his hand on the soft skin of her cheek activating every nerve in her body, electric jolts buzzing through while the candles and fireplace burst into flame at the time they both met, the slow, passionate kiss lasting ten seconds but felt like ten years. Kiss her again, moron, she liked it. And in Tessa’s head: Well played, Miss White, well played. Not too forcefully, he pulled Tessa to a standing position, his lips colliding with hers more fervently, a magnet trying to pull them together when he finally let go of her. “You heard one of them in your head, didn’t you?” “’Fraid so.” Striding to Charles’s study, they threw open the door to see Ash pinned against the wall, Charles‘s digits pressed into her face and his lips glued to hers as if he was dying. He pulled back with a disgruntled look, fixing his hair. “What?!” He snapped, closing the door. “Darling, they’ve just…” “Ah! Good for you, I must let Scott know so he can start dating Jean- oh, shoot.” He turned his gaze to Ash, who was staring at him with fury, fire almost literally laced in her gaze. “SCOTT SUMMERS WANTS TO DATE MY SISTER?!” “Love, that’s not at all what I meant-” “WHY THE HECK DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS BEFORE?!” “You know how you get when you’re protective!” “OH YEAH?! GET READY FOR A BUTT WHOOPING, AND IT’LL BE YOURS ON THE LINE!” “Love, I’ll make you one of my special cinnamon buns, just please, don’t use the baseball bat in training!” Alex and Tessa laughed, shutting the door to the office, finding that everyone had gone to bed. “Well, that was eventful.” Tessa laughed, running a hand through her hair. “Charles can make cinnamon buns?” Alex questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “He only makes them for Ash, anyone touches them and they’re automatically against her for sparring.” “Feel sorry for anyone who does that.” “So do I.” MASTERLIST

#alex summers #alex summers x reader #ash cyrus #charles xavier #chyrus #alessa #x men apocalypse

[stcrlghts]

Hi 🤗 i don’t have anything to ask but I just wanted to say I know I don’t know you and like just saw your tumblr tonight but I just wanted to say that you seem so precious and I’m so glad that Taylor was able to help you out, so sweet 🥺💗 that is all ☺️

omg this is so sweet thank you so so much ♥ 

#do-i-have-chyrus #answered

[bloobabloo]

silly little gift for @toastvogel 😳 sadly i don’t really take commissions anymore so i made this little... thing for u 😌💕 

imagining chyrus convinced him wear this to the winter’s veil ember court and he’s questioning his life decisions

#half traditional painting and half digital #it has an extended ver but #not feelin too confident abt it #art #bloobinart #polemarch adrestes #adrestes #kyrian #bastion #winters veil #fluffy hat man #gift

[amani-outrider]

I love that the quest to get Polemarch Adrestes’ RSVP is literally him going like “Oh no thanks I don’t want to go, Chyrus would be a better to represent Bastion” 

and then you go to Chyrus and he’s like “hey adrestes, you think you’re too good for Renathal’s party huh bitch? you think you’re too important hm? you’re a little baby that can’t handle some social interactions right? :)”

#amani chattering

[gloamingdawn]

Lyn was beginning to find that it was hard to be surprised anymore. After countless years of Azeroth’s own brand of buckwild fuckery — the world heaving and cracking because of a dragon aspect, time travel, the Legion invading, a Titan stabbing the planet, and now death itself shattering the veil between the worlds — it was almost pleasant to recognize that she could still feel some modicum of shock and disbelief. 

The Polemarch had ordered some of the Ascended to the Temple of Humility in an effort to aid the Paragon, Chyrus, and the other aspirants against a wave of Forsworn that threatened to destroy the place. It had been a hurried kind of call. Of course another onslaught was expected, it had been a while, but this felt a little different. As the winged fighters were grabbing their weapons and belting on their armor, two of them that she’d come to know a little better— Ileana and Nephele — bid her to take up arms, too. How could she refuse? 

Initially the Kyrian foray into the temple had been easy enough to keep up with. There were harried trainees being heckled into a state from which they’d never recover by their former comrades who had fallen to Devos’, and now Lysonia’s, force. The efforts of the Ascended in stemming the tide had always been a study in efficiency, but this time was different. The moment they set foot on the grounds the Paragon of Doubt’s voice howled out commands that echoed the Forsworn’s discordant bells, and Chyrus’ pained response answered back as he fought to hold her off. 

To have the Paragon here herself held so much potential — they could end this if they ended her. Who else would take her place? Uther? He was here too based on Lysonia’s calling out to him. 

Her friends were tied up fighting, the clamour of steel on steel ringing in ferocious chimes as each side fought for ground. Lyn had to go while she had the chance. Ileana and Nephele would be fine. The path was wide open, if she hurried she could make it and Chyrus wouldn’t be left on his own. They could do this together. 

So she made a break for it and ran toward the back of the sprawling complex, spear in hand. 

Most of the constructs were engaged, their mechanical voice boxes warbling out unnervingly polite quips as they attempted to subdue the Kyrian they had once served by whatever means necessary. One of the larger ones ambled with heavy, lurching steps back into place after pummeling an aspirant down, blocking her final turn up the stairs. Lyn’s heart lurched as she realized they likely would never rise again, and there was nothing she could do about that. 

But she could do something about the rest of this. 

There wasn’t going to be any getting around the construct, not with the way anima glowed in its palms ready and waiting for the next furious blow. Her plan was a long shot for sure, she wasn’t as young or spry as she used to be, but there’s always that saying about wills and ways. She sprinted in just close enough before dropping solidly onto her knees, momentum and the sharp lack of resistance between her winged metal greaves and the marble footpath carrying her forward faster than she expected. Lyn leaned back and tossed her spear, the weapon disappearing, before she slid between the hefty constructs legs quicker than it could slam a hand down on top of her. 

She pushed herself back to her feet in a fluid motion, running up the stairs and re-summoning her spear to her hands as she went — and that was where the surprise came in. A spectral manifestation, tall in the center of the pavilion that led to the formal floating temple of humility, ripped open a portal made of some of the foulest feeling dark magic Lyn had ever been in the presence of. 

Helya. 

She and the goddess of Helheim locked eyes at the same time and the great witch laughed, the tone making Lyn’s skin crawl. 

“So Eyir is sending her mortal pawns now, too,” she looked down at Lysonia, the Paragon still trying to force Chyrus into pride, “Leave your plaything, my pet. There is work to be done.” 

No. Lyn bared her teeth in an angry snarl as both the Paragon and her Hand turned and left through the portal. Chyrus would be fine, wouldn’t he? She shook off the shock and chased after the departing. If she could just get there before it closed — 

The magic dissipated around her as she stutter stepped and tried to catch herself before she ran smack into the teleportation dais. 

Fuck. 

#kyrian campaign spoilers #spoilers #the chronicle of eyir's chosen

[p2gamerblog]

wow A Personal Shoulder Angel/Demon in Shadowlands

wow A Personal Shoulder Angel/Demon in Shadowlands

Players keep discovering fun toys scattered across the Shadowlands, and it turns out you can have your very own shoulder demon/angel, and they interact with each other.

Bondable Sinstone comes from the Taskmaster’s Trove in Revendreth. It summons a demon named Sinny that gives you questionable advice.

You can get 

Bondable Val’kyr Diadem from the Gift of Chyrus in Bastion. The toy…

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[alistairelenncrd]

“ a CRAVEN can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. and we all do our DUTY when there is no cost. how  e a s y  it seems then, to walk the PATH OF HONOR. yet soon or late in every man’s life comes a day when it is not easy -- a day when he must choose. ” 

∹ general information.

            *// name ┊ allister le hugh             *// occupation ┊ lord of chryrus, military commander                                *// age ┊ thirty four                     *// marital status ┊ married                              *// alliance ┊ house of imber                            *// faceclaim ┊ ben aldridge

∹ headcannons.

            *// born into a wealthy family after they tried for many years to have children. many stillborn babies and miscarriages later, allister was brought into the world and trained to inherit his family’s fortune, lands and responsibilities. childhood was not something he particularly enjoyed, though one could find him occasionally hiding out in the estate’s large library with his nose stuck in a book.

           *// he was taught the art of war from his own father, learning to wield a sword at a tender age and knowing the taste of blood and scars of the battlefield a decade before he even stepped on one.

           *// allister was a squire for imber’s ruler, but was ascended swiftly after manifesting superior skills of physical and mental degree. he climbed ranks and was knighted at age fifteen.

            *// at age twenty he was married to a beautiful lady of equally high status and expected to continue building the line of le hughs. he met his bride on the eve of their wedding and, despite the aloof and frigid nature of their matrimony, they managed to make it work.

            *// his father died when allister reached his twenty fifth summer in this life, automatically inheriting all fortunes and lands and titles. he became lord of chyrus, his family’s castle, and soon after was asked to command imber’s military forces. 

            *// despite his father’s death, his mother continued playing a hand in allister’s life. she made decisions and very much ran the estate, at times competing with his wife. allister, not one to be bothered by the theatrics of it all, hardly said anything about it.              

            *// he took on a new squire three years later, and the young man was more than lord le hugh was hoping for when he accepted to teach the younger male. a spark of something occurred, a hint of magic, and for the first time in his life allister knew what it was like to be in love.         

            *// a secret affair, a wife, a dominant mother, a large sum of lands and the blood of innocents from leading battles turned the man into a war-torn individual. smiles from his face were rare and mostly private. he dragged these all into the sacred city of castus hoping that, somehow, they wouldn’t entirely bring ruination into his life. it hardly helped at the holy city seemed to have more in store emotionally for the usually stoic man.

∹ ( wanted ) plots.

            ❛ the shield that guards the realms of men. + [ OPEN. ]

fellow soldiers. men under his command who follow and respect him. brothers at arms. it’s a minor and mostly plotless connection but it’ll help to mostly get a sense of who everyone knows! ranks can certainly vary!

            ❛ a room that smelled of blood and roses. + [ AJAX COLLINS. ]

allister’s squire and confidant. lower in level of training and certainly younger, but social status is entirely up to you! this is a romantic or romance-centered connection, seeing as this squire is likely the first person allister feels romantic love for. this is definitely a scandalous plot seeing as the event is centered in times when homosexuality was seen in a bad light so it’ll likely be secret, meaning that it’s a possibility that this relationship comes with a ton of frustration and angst. add on the fact that allister is married and you’ve got more drama. 

            ❛ one flesh, one heart, one soul. + [ OPEN. ] 

the wifey™. they very much have a loveless, arranged marriage. whether they have kids or not is up for discussion! despite there not being any romantic connection, they get along well and respect each other. she may or may not be aware of allister’s bisexuality or even the fact that he’s cheating on her. 

            ❛ do you like the taste of your victories now?  + [ OPEN. ] 

anyone from opposing kingdoms who has felt the aftermath of war and has been affected by imber’s violence against other nations. maybe they have a personal vendetta? maybe they just want to make the military commander see what his actions have caused? it could go any way, really and is applicable to more than one character!

           ❛ our great glory, and our great tragedy. + [ OPEN. ]

a woman, of any social class, who catches allister’s eye. this is really vague but the general idea is that she’s the one who makes him realize he’s interested in both sexes, and a source of further confusion in his love life. 

          ❛ my queen, my country. + [ CLAIRE LAVELLAN. ]

basically goes out to whoever ends up being the ruler/s of imber! this is their king/queen so you know, they’d be close due to al’s position. the nature of this relationship is 100% up for discussion!

#hst.task #∹ edits┊ ❛ all the castles left to stand on bones of ash and sand. #∹ events┊ ❛ the land of tellus. #∹ visage┊ ❛ the boy is a graveyard and all that is left are mirrors. #hmu for plots!!!! and if you have any that you'd like to add/suggest/propose just @ me bc i am totally down for it #homophobia tw #miscarriage tw #stillborn tw

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

I want a crack fic with the paragons living together as roommates.

Every now and then someone mentions Devos and she's just glaring through the window at them.

#Adrestes learning the house rules #Chyrus being a snack

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

The Eternal Ones Centennial Skype Call

The Archon: And as you can see with the recent soul influx--

Sire Denathrius: Kyrestia! Fuck marry kill, Adrestes, Vesiphone, Chyrus.

The Archon: Fuck Adrestes, kill Chyrus, marry Vesiphone. Anyway--

Sire Denathrius: What the fuck? You didn’t even have to think about that.

The Archon: 

Sire Denathrius: 

Everyone Else: 

The Archon: As I was saying--

Sire Denathrius: No. I have questions.

The Archon: Denathrius. Fuck marry kill: Renathal, Zovaal, Titania.

The Winter Queen: 

Sire Denathrius: 

Sire Denathrius: I’m. I’m related to all of them.

The Archon: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Answer or drop it.

The Winter Queen: If you do anything other than murder me, I’ll declare war on your realm.

Sire Denathrius: 

Sire Denathrius: And people call me evil?

The Archon: :)

#this is the last one i promise

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Thanikos: *sulking, feathers ruffled with irritation and arms crossed*

Xandria: What’s wrong?

Thanikos: It’s nothing.

Xandria: It’s not nothing. What’s wrong.

Thanikos: Really, it’s--

Apollon: Everyone keeps choosing him to kill in that new game.

Xandria: 

Thanikos: What about me screams, ‘Kill off Thanikos!’? What, I ask you?

Xandria: Well, I’d get involved, but it would look bad to have a paragon coming down, demanding people choose to marry or sleep with her second in command.

Thanikos: No, it’s... At least you would never kill me off, right?

Xandria: *just chose to kill him in a game where Chyrus named him, Vesiphone, and the Archon*

Xandria: Well, much to do. 

Thanikos: 

Thanikos: Xandria? You didn’t answer--

Xandria: *flies off*

Thanikos: ;.;

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

If the Ascended were my fucking birds:

Xandria: And that is why--

Maldraxxus punches into the realm with a hellish boom.

Xandria: 

Xandria: Anyway, as I was saying...

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Vesiphone: It is very important that we--

Maw Walker: *rustles a paper*

Vesiphone: *grabbing the nearest aspirants and taking to the air* What the fuck was that? Every on alert! Danger approaches! Save the aspirants!

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Maw Walker: Oh, hey. I wanted to return this scroll--

Arios: *fluffing defensively* What the fuck is that?

Maw Walker: ??? You literally gave this to me two days ago.

Arios: *ready to fly to safety* I’ve never seen that in my life.

Maw Walker: 

Arios: Is it...going to eat me?

Maw Walker: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Twenty Minutes later...

Arios: *holding scroll like nothing happened*

Maw Walker: 

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Chyrus: *talking with aspirants*

Chyrus: *abruptly takes to the air and flaps his wings like crazy, sending scrolls and aspirants flying everywhere*

Chyrus: *sits back down* Anyway. 

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Kalisthene: *talking to Maw Walker, playing with her own feathers*

Feather: *comes out*

Kalisthene: OOOOOOOH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?

#world of warcraft #shadowlands #i love my birds #but they are so dumb #and get scared of the weirdest things

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Consider: the shadowlands folk get to visit the living side if Azeroth if they take a mortal guise. What forms do you think they would take? (Mostly referring to Andrestes and the hands, but will will hear about any SL NPC)

I love this ask so much <3

So originally, Eridia was going to go get Liila and Thales from Azeroth, and she was going to show up in the guise of a zandalari troll, so I sort of have her in my head that way xD

Chyrus and Vesiphone would be pandaren. Xandria would be a worgen or zandalari, depending on faction.

Thenios would go for something super unassuming, so he would either be orc or human, depending on if he thinks he needs to deal with one faction or the other. He puts more thought into this than the others. Arios would be either a kal'dorei or shaldorei because he would feel it easier to "write off" strange knowledge while impersonating an "ancient being" (he scoffs at Azerothian version of ancient).

Thanikos would be a vulpera. Voitha would be an orc. Kleia would be a dwarf. They would all be sort of like, "What do you mean I'm barred from X city because I'm not their faction?" Faction conflict would go over their heads. "They got along so well in the Shadowlands."

Adrestes would be lightforged draenei because he likes being toll. Or Zandalari if he went to the Horde.

I feel like Renathal would go shaldorei or kal'dorei, too. To be toll. And have nice ears, even if they *are* a bit too thin to be regal like his natural ears.

Lady Moonberry would be a gnome.

Plague Deviser Marileth would show up as a murloc and wonder why people keep trying to stab him or run away screaming. Grandmaster Vole would be a vrykul, and be elated that people kept trying to stab him.

Pelagos would be a tuskarr.

#ty for the ask <3 #this was fun

[fluffleforce-mysdrym]

Vesiphone: *hovering in the air, frowning down at two senior ascended* Ours is a sacred task, a duty to help keep the very fabric of the Shadowlands itself running smoothly.

Ascended#1: We know.

Ascended#2: It is an honor. 

Ascended#1: Indeed.

Vesiphone: *Points to a sign* So what is that?

Sign: Dear Mortals, Please do not die here. We’re on break.

Ascended#2: We’re supposed to ferry souls from the Realm of the Living.

Ascended#1: Not our backyard.

Ascennded#2: We said ‘please’.

Vesiphone: 

Ascended#2: You can’t pretend it doesn’t annoy you, too.

Vesiphone: 

Vesiphone: They are surprisingly bad at staying alive. 

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Mortal#1: So you’re telling me if I fling myself off this ledge, the ascended will catch me?

Mortal#2: *sitting on the edge of the cliff with popcorn* Totally. 

Mortal#3: *takes some popcorn, nods*

Mortal#1: *considers it, shrugs, jumps, and plummets to their death*

Passing Ascended: Oh, come on!

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Xandria: We should just start throwing them into the Maw.

Thenios: We already tried that. It took them less than a week to get out.

Chyrus: The Jailer pinned a note to one that said, ‘I’m not keeping these’. 

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The Archon: *watching two mortals fling themselves off the edge of the Archon’s Rise for the eighth time in half an hour, just to be carried back to the commons by annoyed Bearers* Maybe the Jailer was right.

#world of warcraft #ascended #bastion

[toastvogel]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

I found on @emelkae dash and fell in love with it! Just decided to do official characters. OCs are on a different post.

I used this site

Adrestes: The first time I ever got upset in front of Vesiphone, she put her arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask her if she were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Vesiphone: I was doing both, for your information. Chyrus: The first time Vesiphone hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Vesiphone: If I run and leap at Thenios, he will most certainly catch me in his arms. Vesiphone, running towards Thenios: Coming in! Thenios: No! I’m holding coffee! Thenios: *Drops coffee and catches Vesiphone*

Vesiphone: What does “take out” mean? Thenios: Food. Xandria: Dating. Chyrus: Murder. Adrestes: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Xandria: You can do it Chyrus! Xandria: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.

Thenios: Anyone d- Vesiphone: Depressed? Chyrus: Drained? Adrestes: Dumb? Xandria: Disliked? Thenios: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

Xandria: Why does Adrestes always do the laundry so loudly? Vesiphone: So everyone knows that no one helps him out in the house. Adrestes, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

Xandria: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Chyrus: But are you shuffling? Xandria: Everyday. Adrestes: What language are you two speaking??

Adrestes: Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse.."

Adrestes: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Xandria is walking in this room. Thenios: *wheeze*

Vesiphone: Your smile? It makes my day. Chyrus: Your happiness? I live for that. Thenios: A room? Get one. Adrestes: Hotel? Trivago.

Kidnapper: We have your child Chyrus: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich? Chyrus: Oh god, you have Vesiphone

Thenios: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Thenios: All snacks are gone. Chyrus: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

Open Tag for anyone who wants it

Got a bit overboard ... might make a series out of this.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes warcraft #kyrian paragons #i could do this for hours