#orillion

This time it's @scribe-of-hael

On the agender this year we have

Of course Orillion. In his oh so wonderful pastel western gettup aka his regular outfit. Ignore his hand.

Pocket Watch stealing someone else (Hael's fursona, Meadow - love her) for time and space shenanigans.

My second favourite ship Ula x Starscream (Erza) but I made Erza into the same species as Ula. Thought it would be a fun exercise and surprise to attempt.

Finally my favourite ship (i'm sorry, i'm bias) Starscream x Starscream or Sterling x Estelle. I cannot help myself, they deserve to be loved and why not be loved by another alternate version of yourself? I also need these old people to be so deeply in love.

OOPS SECRET ENVALOPE ART??? Inspired by creature commandos; specifically my boy, G.I Robot. Pestilence was excited draw their Angel friend a picture of the both of them obliterating their enemies together in their... unfathomable forms. It's also my attempt at a language for those who are unearthly.

but wait a minute IT'S A DOUBLE FEATURE?! Angel's birthday is really close to Christmas so I send both at the same time.

So! We have Another Growlwire teasing/mistreating his creator.

I have a big soft spot for merformers and I thought drawing Skybyte and Tidal Soar, the two aquaticformers as mermaids was very apt. Also they're cute.

Finally another envelope pic of Human! Growlwire and Sky Drop bonding. Also an excuse to keep drawing GW in outfits I wish to also wear one day.

"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSFORMER~"

HE'S DONE HE'S FINALLY DONE AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA.

I present Humanformer Overlord aka Orillion. Wanted to make him an outfit so badly because I love him dearly.

His wings on his arms for his bot mode i had the idea to give him tasseled jacket and those this outfit was born. He was always planned to have pink boots!

Born in the dawn of the Kaldorei Empire, the ley-walker Orillion Starsurge survived through his people’s splendor and fall. He was there to watch the ivory spires of his Queen’s grand empire be smashed by the Legion and he was there to take up the call of Moon Guard, defender of the world. Now his time has come once more, with the Legion threatening Azeroth like it never has.

I have a few mages, but I shall answer for Orillion, my old Highborne.

Orange - What are some of your comfort foods?

“As a child, I would be served sweet dumplings filled with various delights from spiced mashed potato, onions, pea, and chilies. We would serve them with a manaberry chutney and a sweet and spicy relish.” 

Spice - Do you like to cook? Do you cook often?

“It is one of the few things I can do that does not require energy into spellcasting. Cooking is its own form of art, and as such something that I take time to savor.”

Tangerine - What is your favorite fruit?

“I find that there are few greater pleasures than a snowy-peach from Winterspring if you ever are able to catch it in bloom.”

Peach - Are you generally a more gentle and soft spoken person or a louder and rougher person?

“I speak when it is necessary to accomplished goals. Though at times I find myself prone to instruction and lectures.”

Squash - Do you live in an agricultural setting?  If so, are you a farmer or something of the sort? What kind of crops do you grow?

“Zin-Avashi is a plane of volcanic islands sprung up from Azeroth’s core. Few things grow there, and as such my people are forced to look outwards as means to survive.”

Amber - Do you wield any sort of superpower? If so, what is it?  

“I am an arcanist of the highest order once blessed by Queen Azshara herself. While I do not find any value in a self-inflated ego, I would be remiss to not speak of my talents honed for countless millennia.” 

Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general?

“My time for love has come and gone. If she would have taken my hand, it had been scorned long ago.”

Sandstone - Who in your life has been the most healing for you?

“Seeing my people live without agony has been the only purpose I have found in life.”

Rust - Have you thought about becoming old? Can you become old? Are you scared of being old? What do you think about elders?

“I have learned to not be frightened by anything out of one’s destiny. Age has no meaning, and I am only a single star in the night’s sky.”

Pumpkin - What is your favorite part of Autumn? (If that exists in your world)

“The waxing and waning of our great trees are one of the few true markers in the passage of time.”

Jumpsuit - Have you ever been arrested/ in trouble with authority?

“I believe that at every moment there is some sort of Sentinel eager to see my sent to the Wardens.”

Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold

Slowly working on getting a customized Orillion portrait for our events. Big shout out to @brothersemberfell and @azriah for helping me sort out some editing details.

“How can you claim that you have never felt nostalgic for anything? You must think me far more gullible than I am to believe such kwamapile.” Orillion gave Sovaliah a dubious look over the meal between them.

She fidgeted and took a sip of the mazte, wrangling her thoughts over a bite of the stuffed hackle-lo wrap. “It’s not that I haven’t experienced the feeling,” She replied defensively. “I just choose to block it out.”

Orillion furrowed his brows and cocked his head as he studied her. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Sovaliah scowled, sinking into her chair. “This is why I said I wanted to talk about something else.” She huffed, picking at an errant piece of ash yam on her plate. 

“Why would you deprive yourself in that way?” He questioned. “Nostalgia is sweet; it’s one of the few gifts in life.”

Her nose scrunched up. “I’m going to remember this next time you don’t want to get into something.”

“Sovaliah.”

“What?”

“You can trust me.” Orillion reminded her. Far from tender, his was the rebuke of one who had grown all too familiar with her particular blend of paranoia and reservation.

“Ugh, fine.” She groaned. “B’Vehk, how can I explain this?”

Orillion waited.

Sovaliah summoned a deep breath, rubbing her temples as she considered the issue. After a few moments, she started slowly, choosing her words with deliberation. Slowly, slowly, as if each truth was a painful excision. “If I allowed myself to start thinking about the past, I’m not sure I would stop thinking about it.” She paused. “It would inevitably lead to some internal catastrophe the likes of which I have neither the time, patience, nor the interest to address.”