#Noircraft

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Playing Pandaria makes me think of happier endings in other universes we've created for the Hellscreams.

Grom learned the hard way and wanted to be a father.

Meanwhile, Garrosh is still a shitbird in canon.

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He'd def fit into Noircraft. *nods*

Que convos over the best human metal bands with Garrosh and company.

Another design update for my Mag'har, Kugo'ro. I’m embracing that I’m leaning toward 80’s metal goth who knows where the best pizza is and sneaks you into the new horror flick. He still loves miniature goats.

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Part of an illustration I am doing to keep myself interested in art (YOU HAVE TO DO STUFF FOR YOURSELF)

Young Garrosh Hellscream part of a band with his highschool mates Jorin Deadeye and Dranosh Saurfang. Punk metal... lots of screaming.

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*Crawls out depths of bad internet connections*

I heard my name. Noir-au... also known as #NoirCraft because we original like that :P  And it wasn’t just me who made up this horrible yet amusing, and politically incorrect world (that we would have to fix) but a dynamic team of @sisterofsilence and @nightshade-victorian.  The whole Grommash Hellscream coming back after a long binge on felblood to discover feud between son Garrosh and dad Golmash who is trying to stay legit with Warsongs Biker Gang...

Varian dressed as casino pit boss (because that is the only thing he is king of now, a casino -- and gives life to many who miss him)

Blackhand and Varrok running police department...

Azerothian and Terran Human population basically being decimated by flu that mutated then mutated again (this was YEARS before COVID), so other races thrive whilst humans fought between themselves before ganging together for survival... (that is another story completely and IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED IN THIS INSANE WORLD, THE ART AND STORIES, MESSAGE US! Interest fans the flames.

Hope this isn't an annoying ask, but I just love your work and writings about Garrosh, both the interesting character analysis and the funny meme and jokeposts about him, you truly add so much to his side of the fandom it's amazing! Also, speaking of Garrosh what would you say your favorite AU of him is?

thank you so much!!! ummm a while back i had loosely developed a modern au where garrosh is a trucker. i had written a little bit on it that i posted in yamyell but i dont remember if i ever posted it here.. and i tried drawing something once but abandoned it. it's mostly just an aesthetic thing i guess and is adjacent to @steblynkaagain 's "resque au" where garrosh is a mechanic / welder / industrial worker of some kind. it's also tangentially related to @tangledredstringsoffate 's noir au where the hellscreams are a biker gang.

i also have a contemporary urban warcraft au that's pretty much a modern au featuring a lot of different characters. i think my crown jewel of that particular blend is here.

aside from modern aus, my favorite AU garrosh is probably steblynka's shaman!garrosh. look at him. happy and gentle...

shoutout also to death knight au, whether fitze's or husk's or lee's or hearthstone's...!

sorry this took so long to answer, i had a lot of links to grab!!

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Update on personal piece

It's ya BOYS! Garrosh, Jorin and Dranosh!

Cannon characters from Warcraft that I lovingly turned into flatmates and band members in Noircraft.

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Thrall is known as Ward in this universe. Or Wart by those that bully him. 

Jaina always used to remind him that in Disney’s Sword in the Stone, young Arthur was called Wart, so don’t let the idiots get to him. The joke remains that she must be his Merlin then - since they study all the time together. They are studying magic together being highly gifted he is still discovering where his aptitudes are.

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Yes, Grommash Hellscream. Leader of the Warsong. Father of Garrosh, and mate of Golka.  This is part of a family photo sketch I am trying to get done for #orctober and I managed to fuck it up and have to redo line work and chains... and MC patches. Hell. Grom is my fave orc if anyone is wondering. 

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A younger Golka, mate of Grommash Hellscream. This was from a family photo in an album Golmash holds on to.

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Garona the spy, the assassin, the enforcer of the Shadow Council even in my #Noircraft AU

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Teenage Garrosh

From a photoalbum grandpa Gol has.

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A reminder that I still love my orcs and the Warsong.  Also, Golmash is a perv. But that is another story for another day.

You’re welcome.

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Ressai had a serious dislike for moving into any space with too many orcs. Their idea of personal space was non-existent compared to a human who had faced a few too many pandemics that passed back and forth between the Azerothian and Earthling populations. Voices too low to be imitated by most human throats resonated and rumbled around her over the twangy tunes. The space smelled alive and relatively free of unpleasant scents except for cigar smoke and booze.

She gritted her teeth and slid between the large bodies oblivious to her being there to the back where pool tables rested on concrete bricks - propped up high so the taller species didn’t need to hunch over the little tables. One older orc with a long, shotgun gray braid draped over one rolling shoulder moved with a calculated step as he eyed the felted red table. He held the cue almost daintily in his shovel sized hand as he chalked the tip. His clothes touted Warsong biker patches and his rank - which was high. Although he acted as if he was retired.

 She was dressed like a small dark shadow -so out of place she caught his eye and as he moved behind the cue ball his overgrown eyebrows quirked at her in question, golden eyes squinting. She felt like a mute at that moment. “It’s been a while.” He spoke up in common. “What brings you here this hour?”

“Golmash.” She walked up to the pool table, and rather flatly said, “Rehgar Earthfury sends his respects.”

Golmash’s ears moved back and his top lip curled a little in a sneer. His voice dropping down to a whisper, “Does he now...”

She bowed her head respectfully, crossing her right hand to her left shoulder. The pool table with the only thing the separated them, yet if he decided to take a swing, he still had the arm reach to shatter her jaw. She wasn’t too worried about that. She had a whole audience at her back that could do more damage - and like always - she kept remapping all possible exit strategies. The only thing she had was her wits, speed, and size. This was the part she hated and forcing her tongue to unstick from the roof of her mouth without licking her lips, “I need to talk to you in private.” “If it’s about that grandson of mine...” He growled half to himself in orcish, that tusked jaw working as he focused on his shot at the table. He slunk down behind the cue ball and angled up his shots. The balls cracked and sped around the table and he straightened to hand his stick off to a younger orc. “I’ll be back.” He waved the young woman to the steel double swinging doors that lead to the kitchen and office.

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I live for these feels, okay.

If the Warsong were bikers and living in our weird little world.