#but CLOUDSPIRE.

[razberrypuck]

also the only person that came to help troy after he got knocked out was lint. out of the entire cloudspire team, referees, and crowds full of fans, the only person that made sure he was okay after he was run over by his own sled and dragged down a slope covered in obstacles was lint. smiles.

[beetlerings]

Happy lusting day . Troy fursona

[whatsthatmagiccard]

I don't know what it is, but this is the most awkward official mechanic I've yet seen.

[googlyeyesonmagiccards]

Professional cat herder

[girlboytroylougferd]

sorrgy guys but im gonna talk about the rats in the fic that im writing instead of writing the fic. because i love the rat dynamics.

troy jr. lays ontop of steamsled a lot which is part of the reason steamsleds name is steamsled. because troy jr. lays ontop of him like troy and his actual steamsled sort of.

cloud follows his rat brothers around a lot and isn't as outgoing and wild as them and he is hesitant to be social unlike steamsled and troy jr., but he comes around eventually and is a super sweet rat

[estarion]

mount everest huul ain't got shit on me ; 'cuz i'm on top of the world.

[overgrown-estate]

Now that the Omenpaths have opened the Multiverse to travelers, I really want to see Kylem in a Standard set. Perhaps show the people of Kylem building out other forms of entertainment. After the Phyrexian Invasion, though, who knows what could happen. Prior to the invasion, the Elves were pretty much in charge of the plane. The Azra could take control of Valor's Reach and throw any off-world visitors in the arena. I really want the characters from Battlebond to be fleshed out. Maybe Kylem will be the third plane that "Death Race" takes place on?

[shaytheranger]

More Street Fighter themed art!

[almostlookedhuman]

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Cloudspire Coordinator

Artist: Eduardo Francisco TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[xmtgmayhemx]

Aetherdrift Teams: Racing for the Aetherspark

[razberrypuck]

cloudspire hoohah rise up

[rentumblsstuff]

“They call me Cloudspire for a reason I fucking vape a pirate ship outta my mouth and it sails off into the sky”

“Can you like believe what the fuck comes out of your mouth sometimes?”

[googlyeyesonmagiccards]

Is this tron?

[sagesparrow394]

Been looking at the JRWI merch, specifically the Wonderlust steamsledding team sweaters. And like, I was initially under the assumption that red and orange would have been Cloudspire’s team colours, given Troy throwing away his tracksuit that was those colours when he got kicked of the team

But now I’m looking at the sweaters, and Cloudspire’s team colours seem to be blue and white. Meanwhile, Troy, Runt and Blink’s new team, Smokestack’s colours are apparently going to be red and orange

And honestly thinking about it, that makes complete sense. Troy Lougferd didn’t wear his first team’s colours because he was never really a part of a team with them. He’s selfish. When he raced, he was racing to win himself, not win with his team. He was never truly invested in Cloudspire specifically, hence their willingness to replace him almost immediately.

And then when Troy creates his own team, of course he picks his own individual colours to represent it, because again, he is selfish and arrogant.

… Except those aren’t his colours anymore, he threw the tracksuit away. No longer do those colours belong to just him, because Smokestack isn’t just him - it’s also Blink and Runt.

I am manifesting that Troy, Blink and Runt all get new custom tracksuits for the race, and they’re all the exact same design with the exact same red and orange colours. Troy, finally, is racing as a part of a team rather than racing for just himself

[girlboytroylougferd]

Ah, rats!

Lint and Troy find three rats that were dumped by an old owner. Troy insists that he doesn't want to keep them, but he cannot resist the love of the rats.

fuck it post 670 word lintroller fic at 3am. there is probably grammar/spelling mistakes but im too tired to care right now. will probably post this to ao3 some other time

“Lint, broski, we can’t keep those things. Those are freakin’ rats!”

“But they’ll freeze out there, it’s too cold! We can send ‘em back to a pet store later, man.”

Troy doesn’t have time to protest before Lint is already out the door and rushing to a pet store to get supplies. He takes a seat next to the small cardboard box, because what else is there to do? And suddenly a small gray head pops out of it, making him jump. Black, beady eyes staring back at him. It’s kind of freaking him out.

Lint mentioned there being multiple of them in there, so Troy takes a peek in the box to see what they all look like. And there sit three little rats. A  gray one with a white snout, which he’d already seen, an albino one, and a dark brown one with white feet. They’re all huddled together in a corner trying to keep warm, and the white one looks scared.

Troy blinks, and before he can even do anything, he feels the claws of a rat running up his arm and onto his shoulders. And it feels so cold. So cold. He feels bad for these small animals, they’ve been out there for who knows how long, just trying to keep warm. How could someone do this? They seem so sweet, why would someone want to give that up? He feels the rat sniffing his ear. He sees in the corner of his eye that it’s that little brown rat. Troy sees a bit of himself when he looks at that rat, when he felt it running up his arm so quickly, it’s like when he’s steamsledding. And hey, that gray one there sort of reminds him of a steamsled! And that tiny little albino rat, it’s white like a cloud. Like cloudspire. And Troy thinks those are great names. Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloudspire. They could just call him Cloud for short. But it’s not like they’re gonna keep these rats, anyway.

Some time later, Lint comes home with a small cage, it’ll be temporary, and some rat food. When they walk through the door, he’s shocked to see that Troy, who said that he couldn’t care less about these rats, was covered in them. The brown rat on his right shoulder, the gray one on his left, and the albino one hesitantly crawling onto his hand.

“I thought you hated rats, man!” Lint called out from the doorway.

“I do, broski, but Troy Jr. here climbed up on my shoulder super quickly and the other two followed him out! And I couldn’t just put ‘em back, man, they’re cold and I’m freaking, like, warmer than them, or something. So they wanted to keep warm!” Troy defended himself, although it’s very clear that at the very least, he doesn’t hate these rats.

Lint stifles a laugh. They don't think they’ll be getting rid of these three any time soon, considering Troy’s already named them.

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And he was right! A few days later they were returning the small cage to the pet store and replacing it with a larger one fit for three wonderful rats. They got more supplies, more toys for the rats, and soon they’d both forgotten about the fact that they were going to give these rats up. Every morning and night, Troy just watches the rats eat their food. He likes the sound they make. He likes to watch the way they act around each other. He likes seeing Troy Jr. lay on top of Steamsled, he likes watching those two fight while Cloud sneaks up and steals whatever they’re fighting over. Even if he hates most rats, these ones surely have a place in his heart.

It’s always just been Troy and Lint, but now it’s not just them. It’s Troy and Lint, and Troy Jr., Steamsled, and Cloud. Neither of them even know if rodents are allowed in the apartment, but neither of them care either. It’s all worth it.