Tumgik
#have a dumb idea born from a server i'm in
azerothtravel · 11 months
Text
Secret Origin
Tumblr media
I'm just an old time Warcraft nerd who's too dumb to quit. My first WC game was Warcraft II, when I was in high school. I gravitated toward the Horde because they were funnier. I liked the game, but wasn't too good at it. Jump ahead to the release of Warcraft III, it's a whole other thing. I read all the lore in the huge manual. I was completely taken with the concept of orcs as once noble, tragic victims trying to make their way in the world and atone for their crimes. A friend of mine had me read some of the novels. I was suddenly way, way into the setting. Plus, I knew a lot of people who played WC3. I enjoyed the Orgrimmar campaign in Frozen Throne with no idea it was more or less a test run for WoW.
Tumblr media
But I didn't like MMOs. I wasn't sure about WoW. Then I got into the beta. I hauled my whole-ass desktop over to the house of the same friend who loaned me those books, and we were up til 4am downloading the client and then getting started. Gormorash the orc warrior was born that night (And so was Skarsnik the troll hunter, but he lost interest after BC). I was immediately sold. Running around Azeroth at ground level, full of detail from the RTS games, was a ton of fun. Gormorash went on many strange adventures in beta, like a hilariously inept "raid" on Westfall where half our group died before we got there and none of us were even level 60.
Tumblr media
Then Gormorash was rebooted on Argent Dawn US when the game launched, a member of <Flaming Skull Clan> with several other friends of mine.
Tumblr media
By middle 2005, almost literally everyone I knew played WoW. My oldest friends, friends from college, friends from the internet, relatives. Basically 2 friends and my parents were the only people not playing. Friends of mine who didn't know each other met and bonded through WoW. It was a glorious time.
Tumblr media
By the end of 2006, I'd been through 2 guild collapses and one server move, as they opened up free transfers to Eitrigg and my friends all took it. I wasn't sure I'd keep playing. The novelty had worn off for most of my friends. I wasn't that into raiding, and doing Arathi Basin over and over was only so interesting (Gormorash just lived in Hammerfall for like a year). I was maybe gonna quit. And then, in early 2007, my brother found 2 Collector's Editions of BC just sitting on a shelf in a store, and asked if I wanted one. I had the vanilla CE, but I'd missed BC when they were released, and didn't buy BC at all. He bought them and shipped me one, and we leveled 60-70 together. It was a lot of fun.
Tumblr media
Along the way, I started a new guild with some online friends, and Gormorash is still in it. He's never missed an expansion. Most people have fallen off the wagon. Our guild typically only has 3 active members at any given time these days, but that's fine with me. Sometimes a couple people come back for major content. It was lore that got me into all this, and that remains my primary motivator for playing. My endgame is more PvP and leveling alts than raiding, but the game has literally never supported those 2 things better than right now (2023), so that's pretty good. I still have a good time. And that's why I have hundreds of screenshots to choose from stretching from the 2004 open beta to just a few days ago to post on this blog. With the sad exception of most of 2006, lost in a hard drive failure, I have a comprehensive collection of every screenshot I ever took, and that's what this blog is all about.
Tumblr media
I've made a few other Gormorashes on other servers, but rarely leveled them very far. Someone out there made a Gormorash that isn't me, a fact that shocked me when I found out. Who stole my name? Was it you? I have characters of every race on both factions, but still tend to prefer Horde. If you see me, say hello!
Tumblr media
Gormorash is an orc warrior who came of age in the camps. With his brother, Rugurrash, he's led a guild of adventures for many years, with trusty allies Snarfner, Vallkillmore and Canon rounding out the core group. His hair's started to gray after saving the world 8 or 9 times, traveling through space and time and the realms of death, but he's still out there, still exploring, still getting into trouble and mostly getting back out of it. He's an alchemist and herbalist in his spare time, and has a completely unmanageable collection of pets. He is really, really tired of being forced to fight his own Warchief, and really hopes the gods don't lean on that already very tired trope again in the future.
20 notes · View notes
primojade · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎
Hello, dreamerーthis is a place where thousands of stories were born, yet none are forgotten ! My name is Jade, and i'm a wandering auteur and artist! in any case, its a pleasure to meet you :>
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
rules | masterlist | carrd | moots and anons
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄
Requests and brainrots (including interactions): OPEN
all follows and reblogs are from my main: @araranas
currently listening to: 🎶 go the distance, cover by samantha barks 🎶
currently reading: the da vinci code by dan brown
currently craving: takoyaki 🐙
saving and farming/pulling for: focalors and neuvillette (eu), c2 wanderer (na), kokomi (asia)
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
Some important things to consider before following and interacting:
Gender is an important and sensitive topic for me, so please do be mindful that my pronouns are they/them, and I am agender/nonbinary ace.
I am a suffering university student (with a pursuing degree in business management!) so updates may be sporadic.
I'm also 21 years old, an adult, so if that bothers you, you may choose not to interact with me at all :> though this blog will remain, and will always be, sfw. Some of my works may contain suggestive themes, but nothing that borders n.sfw and dark content so minors are free to browse around here safely!
I can generally speak in four languages so feel free to message me via themーFilipino, English (my second language), Italian (my childhood lingua) and Japanese (a minor subject of mine). Though I can speak and understand Italian, my skills are now rusty and I'm not confident with it 💦 so if you don't want to suffer from my almost non-existent Italian, better talk to me in English xD
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒
#jaded momentsー! for personal writings and art.
#jaded musingsー! for important blog links and announcements.
#just jadeー! for idle musings, ramblings, spams, screeching, simping...
#jaded verses—! for brainrots too short to be a proper fic. Or maybe leftover ideas that I have no plans of turning into a fic.
#letters for jadeー! for answers to possible asks.
#jaded oathー! for fic/blog/art recs and personal favourites.
#jade simps for albedo/tighnari—! bc I know I wouldn't be able to help myself not to 💀
#jade clowning moments - for my crack-ish, idiotic misadventures in the real world🤡
#jade rated not pg—! smut and nsf-w stuff. Please block this minors or those uncomfy for ur own safety!
#jade reruns—! for my personal reblogs of writings and art.
#dear comrade: (name)—! interactions with lovely moots
#tw: (trigger name) , #genshin spoilers
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
I love a certain fictional alchemist and a botanist a normal amount :3
I'm AR60 on Europe server, AR59 on Asia server and AR58 on America server, but I'm afraid I'm not currently open to co-op rn since I have a very...personal reasons as to why heh. I won't be able to give you my UID in public as well (unless ur a moot! If so, feel free to ask me!) because my family plays Genshin with me and they certainly know what's my account 😂 I'd rather not have them know I write fanfics afー
I main Albedo (he's C4 now! and planning to c6 him soon!), but I usually switch to my C6 Diluc 💀. My team mostly consists/rotates between Xiao, Tighnari, Ayato, Kazuha, Hu Tao, Venti, Raiden and Zhongli. Not so proud of their builds though and I'm dumb when it comes to meta stuff so I won't be able to help you much if you ask me xD
Not so fun fact: I benched my Ayaka and C2 Keqing because they're poorly built 💦 did I mention that the rascal ginger dude didn't come home to me in ALL of his banners? 🙂
Pulling for wanderer cons!!
Tumblr media
37 notes · View notes
himbo-beel · 3 years
Text
There was only one bean bag
“Get off!” Levi yelled. He let go of his controller to slap a hand against Mammon’s side, sending his older brother tumbled from his place on the edge of the bean bag to the floor. 
“There’s enough room f’r two,” Mammon complained. He sat up on his knees, rubbing at his side. 
“No there isn’t!” Levi shifted, crossing his legs and taking up most of the bean bag with his knees. He held his arm out to keep Mammon from climbing back up, but it was his controllers turn to bounce against the floor when Mammon attempted to reclaim his spot, knocking the both of them off balance. The television screen went black and Levi’s mouth opened in a silent scream. 
“What’s the problem? The floor is fine.” It was Belphie’s voice that filled the room. He lifted his head, tufts of hair sticking up on side and knees curled up to his chest, the controller just inches away from his feet. 
“The problem is that Levi keeps hoggin’ the chair.” Mammon planted himself as firmly as he could on the uneven seat and knocked his shoulder against Levi’s when his brother stuck his tongue out. 
“It’s mine!.” Levi knocked back into him. 
“Well who paid for it?”
“That’s not how that works and you owed me for breaking the first one!”
Belphie rolled his eyes and picked up the forgotten controller as his older brothers snapped at each other. He slipped the attached headset over his ears, but even the loudest volume setting wasn’t enough to completely block out their arguments. It was difficult to hear the dialogue of the game, but, luckily, Levi hadn’t gotten too far into the plot. Belphie was back at the first boss they had encountered in little time, but even he was unable to defeat it when the character’s current gear. 
Levi’s foot kicking against his head didn’t help either. 
The headset went sailing and the controller rolled against the floor once more. Belphie twisted, lips pulled back in a growl directed at Mammon and Levi grappling. The bean bag was forgotten as they rolled on the floor, knees and elbows and hands locked together. 
Fine then. Belphie grabbed the controller again and made himself comfortable on the chair. 
“Hey-” It was the only warning Belphie got before his brothers noticed who had taken over the bean bag, and the only warning before the bag was picked up by them and he was dumped back to the floor. 
“No one said you could use it,” Mammon snapped. 
“You can’t use it either,” Levi snorted. 
Belphie frowned. “Fine. Bee-”
The door to Levi’s room opened before he could finish calling for his twin, and it was Beel who was behind it, blinking slowly at the three of them on the floor. “I heard shouting.”
“You’re right you did!” Levi jumped to his feet. “Mammon’s trying to steal my bean bag!”
Mammon snorted. “I’m not tryin’ to steal it I just wanna sit in it!”
Beel’s head swung between the two of them before landing on Belphie. 
“They kicked me and pushed me down.”
Beel frowned and took a step into the room. 
“No we didn’t!” Mammon raised his hands and even Levi scrambled back. “We were - yeah - we were just messin’ around was all. Right Belphie?” Beel crossed the room and Mammon flinched back as he neared, but Beel passed by him to kneel down next to his twin. 
“Did you get hurt?”
Belphie stuck his bottom lip out. “I think I have rug burn.”
“No you d-” Mammon started, but an elbow into his side quieted him. Mammon slapped at Levi.   
“Let’s look at it back in our room,” Beel said, already wrapping his arms around Belphie to pick him up and carry him down the hall. He turned, slowly, so as not to jostle Belphie, and gave Mammon and Levi a sharp look. “I don’t know what you two are fighting about but I’m going to come back and find out.”
“T-there’s no reason for that, yeah?” Mammon swallowed. “Plus, I, uh, yeah, I got somewhere to be. So, you tell ‘em Levi!”
“What? No-”
But Mammon was already gone, slipped after Beel as he took Belphie back.
94 notes · View notes
aquarii-writes · 2 years
Text
Lost on You(BBH x fem Reader)
Haha I have inspiration for once. Heavily inspired by Paprikup's Bbh/Quackity animation called "DEVIL'S DEAL" as well I started this like ages ago. Seriously please send me asks ;-; (omg I can post lmao)
WC: 823
Genre: Unfinished/kinda angsty??
NOTES/WARNINGS: Bro I started this back in like.. July last year so I completely forgot what the original idea for this poor thing was. As well here is the song that Devil's Deal was inspired by; highly recommend in general but especially while you read this :]
Tumblr media
The Nether was a hellish land. The lava, constant fear of hoglins, wither skeletons, and ghast left the Nether to not be laughed at. Yet for Bad and (Y/N) it was home.
Running from the demon behind her, she was left laughing. The two children ran for their play time before parents came to find them. Soul sand slowed them both significantly but it didn't stop the two. Tackling the girl Bad laughed and held her.
"I got you!" he shouts as the two fall down. Their blissful giggling ringing between the duo. Sand clouded before settling on them.
"Shut up Bad" (y/n) playfully huffed. A happy memory for a happy time.
~~~
The vines that lived around the server clung to anything they could. The life it hung from began to die. Trees, grass, and flowers all wilted and died from the vines leaching off of their lives. Whatever homes the red tendrils clung to would start to decay and crumble under its own weight.
Wandering deep into the caves of the server would find you. Dearest (Y/N) hiding amongst her own life. The vines had yet to reach her under ground home but she had long since learned of their horrid existence.
Climbing up from her home, (Y/N) made her way to the Eggpire's base. Finding a location based off of rumor's and her own findings. "Bad!" she called out for her old friend. The whispers of how he's changed worried her more than anything. The darling baker she knew not only as a child but well into adulthood would never do something like this.
Was the egg a bad influence?
"BAD!" she yelled out again, ever so hopeful to gain his attention. "Heavens where could you be?" she mumbles, walking further into the base. Various shades of red illuminated the space; if it weren't for the thing bringing the light it was almost beautiful. Yet this is where you found him.
Bad sat next to the egg; his face was one of pure bliss. He looked so happy sitting there next to a stupid egg. "Bad?" you called out for the third time.
Pulling from a fantasy he looked at you in a daze. The way he used to look at you before Sapnap was born. One of love and longing. It almost felt like the two of you were teens again; dumb and in love.
"(Y/N)! Baby! Where you've been muffin? I've missed you~," he slurred to you, seemingly in a stupor. Stumbling to you Bad lounged around your shoulders. His height easily towering over yours he ended up sitting on his knees and nuzzling his head to your neck. "Ooh I forgot how warm you are muffin"
"Bad, I have a few questions for you" you asked gently
"And what's that pretty girl?" he spoke into your neck.
"What is all of this? With the egg and the vines.."
"So you're interested in joining?! Ooh I've been wanting to invite you for awhile but Ant kept telling me to wait for a better moment-" he rushed out to you. Pulling away he stood up fully to stare back down at you. "The egg can give you your greatest desire beautiful!"
"This isn't you Bad.." You told him. Reaching up to cup his face you rubbed his cheek. "The Bad I know wouldn't hurt a soul. What has the egg offered you? I'm sure I can give it to you far better than the egg could.."
"Well you can't keep Skeppy alive forever.. Skeppy is everything to me (Y/N)" he said calmly.
Rather annoyed you pulled your hands away. "Well then.. I see my time has been wasted here. I hope the egg gives you the best here"
"Wait pretty girl don't go-" Bad called to you
"No I see I wasted my time on you, Bad." walking back you tried to leave Bad back to the egg.
"No please, (Y/N), you didn't waste your time-"
"Then what was all the danger we lived through as kids? Before Skeppy came along. What are all the hours I helped you raise Sap?," you interrupted. "All I've ever wanted was to be with you Bad, but I guess I'm not all that important; at least not anymore. Truly I wish the best for you all" ending with such you went off back to your home leaving the defeated demon in the trail.
Looking back to all the memories he had, all Bad could do is just sit. You spent so much time helping and loving him. Late nights up together in the Nether leading to unspeakable things; nights run by talking and taking care of an infant Sapnap. The nights where Skeppy, you, and himself would run around causing chaos for every living thing around the three of you.
You are important and you didn't waste your time, but sometimes time won't equate to importance.
28 notes · View notes
superhero--imagines · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
Etsy Store Here l Ko-Fi l Commission Info I Instagram I Zine
A/N: I just felt like it, this is pretty self-indulgent tbh. also please buy my stickers on etsy. Please. I worked so hard and I'm so scared they're going to flop.
* Yo babe, this guy is like your #1 supporter
* Like there’s two ways he meets you. The first is probably like that romantic “it’s fate” type of way, and the second is one of his brothers sets him up with you
* The first one is sort of romantic- you meet him when you’re still young at some book signing or a poetry reading or something
* And he sits next to you, and you start chatting a little about the author and their work
* “You sound like a writer” Jason says, and you blush a little
* “I guess I am” you’re just starting out though
* “What kinda stuff do you write?” He asks
* “The bad kind”
* He laughs at that
* And there’s this sort of romantic mood over the scene, like he just knows you’re going to be special to him
* But then the reading ends, and he’s waiting for it- to give you his number or to you see again but he never does
* You just get up and leave
* He see’s you again years later, at a charity ball Bruce is forcing him to go to “public appearance is important” and “optics need to be good” or something
* And you’re there, one hand on Dick’s arm, and the other around a flute of champagne
* “Oh, (Y/N)- this is my little brother Jason, Jason this is (Y/N)”
* The hand wrapped around Dick’s arm unfurls to hold his own, Jason can’t take his eyes off of yours
* “Nice to meet you”
* And there’s no familiar glint in your eyes, this isn’t some inside joke-
* You really don’t remember him
* “Nice to meet you too,” Jason says giving you a firm squeeze back
* Your hand is soft
* He can picture it, desperately clutching a pen, flying across a page, and scribbling all the ideas in your mind-
* It feels like a writers hand
* “(Y/N)’s an aspiring writer,” Dick says, and Jason flinches.
* So you are still writing
* “I’m not an aspiring writer, I am a writer”
* Jason doesn’t miss the slight bite in your words, despite your expressionless exterior
* “No I mean like a real writer- a published writer”
* “I am a published writer” you sigh, and Jason guesses you’re exasperated
* “Oh really where at?” Dick asks, and Jason almost wants to strangle his brother. Here’s the person of his dreams, and Dick had the stupid dumb luck to date them first- only to say all the wrong things.
* But before you can answer Dick’s eyes light up as they hover over the bar-
* Then out of nowhere, he grabs your champagne flute away from you
* “You’re running low huh?” The flute is mostly full, Jason notices. “I’ll get you another”
* And then he’s gone, leaving just you and Jason
* “I’m going to take a wild stab here, and say you’re not dating my brother”
* You shake your head with a small smile
* “This would be pretty sad if we were,” you say, picking up a champagne flute from a nearby server
* Jason mirrors the motion
* “Dick said he wanted to make an ex jealous, it’s a mutually beneficial situation”
* You motion to the bar, and sure enough Dick’s chatting up a familiar redhead Jason knows all too well
* “What do you get out of this?” The question is punctuated with a sip of champagne and your lips quirk into a small smile
* “I’ve never been to an event like this,” your eyes sweep the room- marble columns and men with shiny cuff links and tuxedos and women in polished gowns
* It’s like something out of a tv show
* “I thought it might be good for my writing” you shrug, your editor is always saying that you need more romantic elements in your work
* “Well you don’t need Dick for that,” Jason takes a sip of his champagne “I’m right here”
* You grin, and Jason has to pinch himself to snap out of the way you dazzle him
* “What a gentleman,” you say, still smiling, though it’s dimmed
* “Anything to support the arts”
* Elsewhere at the bar-
* “Do you think they’re hitting it off?” Barbara asks, and Dick grins
* “Of course they are, they’re a writer- Jason loves to read, it’s a match made in heaven”
* Barbara rolls her eyes, but she’ll admit, you guys look good together
* Things move fast after that, the way they always seem to when people are happy
* First dates at the pier
* Second dates watching bad movies and smuggling wine into a movie theatre
* Third dates where you do nothing but kiss
* Bookstore trips, late nights where you do nothing but dream
* Jason knows you’re getting close when you open up to him about your art
* “I’ve had this idea in my head for months now but it just won’t come out”
* And you’re taking such a huge chance talking about this- how many times have you been told to quit while you’re ahead, or ridiculed, treated as an annoyance, or even laughed at for opening up about your work.
* So the pure joy Jason shows when you speak to him about it makes your heart skip
* “Tell me about it, what kind of a story is it?”
* And this is such a vulnerable moment for both of you- but Jason makes it seem like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like this is how it should have been with everyone before
* And honestly it’s healing
* This dork will buy any magazine or journal you’re printed in and ask you to sign it
* If it’s web-only, he’ll print out your story on high-quality paper and ask you to sign that
* “You know you didn’t have to buy one, I have like 12 contributor copies,” you say hiding your smile as you indulge him by signing the cover
* “I just happened to see it-”
* He didn’t just ‘happen to see it’ he preordered this copy a month ago
* “Besides I like supporting your work”
* And no ones ever loved you like this, so you hide your smile behind your hand
* “Anything to support the art right?”
* “Exactly,” he says with a grin
* If you write a book and add his name to the dedications/acknowledgments he’ll straight-up start crying
* “Jason-“
* You’re a little concerned, you didn’t even write anything mushy just ‘For Jason, my number one supporter’
* When he finally shows his face from behind his hand he’s smiling so wide with the brightest blush on his face
* “This is my favorite book,” he says hugging the copy to his chest
* And you just smile
* He buys two books, one to make notes in and the other to keep in a shadow box
* Speaking of books-
* If you guys live together you have a lot
* Like seriously almost TOO many
* Have you guys seen that tik tok of the girl whose parents are professors and they have a whole house just COVERED in books- like even the bathroom
* Yeah
* That’s your house!!
* Well, probably apartment, but yeah
* You have a “guest bedroom”
* But really it’s a library with a bed in the middle
* Your living room has every wall covered in bookshelves and one small empty spot so he could mount the television
* It makes perfect sense- one bookshelf Is yours, one is for reference material, one is to keep all the stuff you get published, one bookshelf is for Jason, another is for shared classics, another is books you guys share with signed books in it, another is just a display case really
* And so on
* “Do you ever think we have too many books?” You ask Jason one night over cups of chamomile tea
* He looks up from the book in his lap, reading glasses slipping down
* “I think we’re the only people who have the correct amount of books”
* You grin
* “Yeah I think so too”
* He would totally show up to all your readings and book signings
* Your manager/agent might start to get worried
* “You don’t think he’s a stalker do you?”
* “Nah that’s just my boyfriend” you say with a smile, blowing a kiss in his direction
* Just- supportive Jason who loves that you were born to tell stories
190 notes · View notes
darcyolsson · 3 years
Note
i'm so sorry to ask this but i still didn't get what mucus stands for. explain. please. i see it everywhere in this fucking fandom and still didn't figure it out. just. pls explain.
ps: lrowanster can FUCK OFF we have mister hjsdvjdshkhd
oh you asked the exact right person bestie ps: agreed
short answer: mucus is the phenomenal ship of michael & lucas from solitaire
long answer: back in the day (i think late 2017 or early 2018) there was a beautiful beautiful discord server called sneartstopper which i started. right now it’s sort of chill (i’m not in it anymore, as jam likes to say i abandoned my creation like frankenstein) but back then. well.
basically all it was was a bunch of people all banded together to create the most cursed atmosphere possible. why... don’t ask us. a plethora of questionable memes were born as a result, and the most important one of them, was mucus. 
quoting the meme doc (because we did what any sensible group of friends would do and created a manifesto of all of our inside jokes): 
Mucus - (this was all written by snellen i hope she dies -vic 1.0) Michael x Lucas (Backstory: We were talking about what would happen if Alice became super popular and how there would be loads of ships. Someone said people would probably ship Tori and Becky (valid) and I said if people wrote fics about them there would probably be a side Michael x Lucas (not valid)
(note: this isn’t the full bit, after this ellen launches into a long list of incoherent mucus “evidence” which is hilarious but not relevant)
mucus then went on to become a bit of a running gang inside the discord, and because the osemanverse fandom was small enough back then (or we were annoying enough you choose) it also spread outside the discord and... the rest is history<3
so basically? any and all complaints/compliments about mucus to @ifididntlaughidcry since she started all of this. who’s changing the course of history like ellen literally NO ONE!!!!!!
(also, most of us actually ended up bonding so much over the sheer amount of dumb jokes we made that we’re still friends- if you ever see me refer to the “incompetent squad” in the tags of a post i mean the friend group that started in sneartstopper & part of the full group that terrorized the world with ideas of mucus and flashmob scenes<3)
64 notes · View notes