#onyxians

[druidonity2]

Jaina of the blue flight and Varian of the black flight

[gendernull]

onyxian bi and onyxian gay flags!

[database-of-maverinities]

Every Maverine Gender I Can Find

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General Maveriquine Genders

Mviaspec

Mvingender

Maverique

Maveriquefluid

Maveriqueslider

Demimaverique

Themismaverique

Denebian

Aridedian

Onyxian

Miaverique

Faunverique

Faunvenrell

Homaverique

Fiaverique

Faeverique

Faesaveryn

Femaverique

Femmaverique

Liaverique

Drogyrique

Firthaverique and sarosverique

T-mavmac and T-mavfem

Mangiverique

Maverivir

Mavir

Maverera* - your-bigender-big-brother

Mavera

Demimaveriqueman and demimaveriquewoman

Malemavric

Femalemavric

Mavnix

Mavrois

Multimaverique

Peremav

Exomav

Mavilya (theoutherlings)

Pherique

Anler, jouine, melauche, orupin, and tragmat

Unmarevined, unmaverined, unmarverined, and maveriquelous

Lesmav

Plural-Exclusive Maveriquine Genders

Maveriqueplurid

Maveriqueroleic

Evomaverique

Xiaspec Maveriquine Genders

Xenomaverique

Dracomav

Princique and soverique

Lichtimaverine

Mavarchangel

Goldenhouraesimav

Maveriquething

Proximally Maveriquine Genders

Maveresque

Transmaveresque

Proxveri

Maveriquine Centrigenders

Mavapora

Mavautre

Mavilya

Mavrinix

Mavrox

Mavrynx

Melouine

Neutrautonome

General Non-Maveriquine Maverine Genders

Mavric

Transmaverine (transmav)

T-maverine

Transverinesquine

Verinesquine

Mavraen

Gallinian

Polymaverine

Panmvingender

Panmaverine

Bi-maverine

Multimav

Nixaut

Libramaverine

Maversculine

Neutramav

Renexaen* - your-bigender-big-brother

Verache* - your-bigender-big-brother

Veribinary

Mavnymangi

Solugender

Ouverine

Circamaverine* - your-bigender-big-brother

Mavouthrainic

Mavrest

Mavrifaen

Mavrimaen

Damocloidian

Rigelian* - your-bigender-big-brother

Neutronian* - your-bigender-big-brother

Neucloidian* - your-bigender-big-brother, coined by anon

Maverqueer

Régnavant

Loquite

Neuromav

Maverine Centrigenders

Centraut

Pancentraut

Angiverin

Xiaspec Maverine Genders

Cosmaverine

Maverigoth

Maveraster

Abimemaverine

Fossilomaverine

[keirawinsirl]

An Onyxian Teaser

A wee little snippet from some Onyxia that won't leave my brain. I'll eventually put the whole thing on AO3.

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Katrana emptied her stomach into the rosebush on the outside of the window. It had been over a month since she had last had her cycle, and the recent morning sickness all but confirmed that it was not a fluke of her unique biology:

She was pregnant.

Closing her eyes against the glare of the morning sun, she leaned back into the windowsill. Council would not start for a while yet, and all she needed was a moment to rest her eyes, a brief respite from the relentless onslaught on her senses.

A little voice broke the blissful silence. “Auntie Kat?”

Reluctantly, she opened one eye to find Anduin looking up at her. “How your dear mother pushed out two of you, I will never know,” she groaned, a headache already forming. “This is abject misery.”

Anduin cocked his head slightly. “But there’s only one of me.”

“As observant as ever,” she drawled, dragging herself up from her improvised seat. “But last I recall, you are meant to be in lessons. Which means you’ve either snuck out - again - or there are two of you.”

“There are two of me,” he said very quickly. “The other one is very good, and doing all of his lessons, and nobody is chasing him at all.”

She patted his head approvingly. “Good, you have a solid grasp of the fundamentals of politics already. Now come along, we wouldn’t want any of those people definitely not chasing you to run into us.”

His little hand found hers and she began walking - slowly, she was still nauseous - towards another wing of the castle. She should be babysitting the rest of the Council, but it was becoming clear she wouldn’t get anything productive done for the rest of the morning. Best to find someplace dark and quiet to hide away.

“Auntie Kat?” Anduin asked again.

“Must you pester me so with questions?” she replied, but her tone did not carry the bite that it once did.

He shrugged. It was an odd movement for a child of his age. “You don’t actually mind. You’re not really that mean.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Am I not?”

“Everyone says that you are,” Anduin continued, with the casual confidence only a child - or a fool - could muster. “But you’re always nice to me. So, everyone must be wrong about you.”

She snorted, an undignified noise that she was still learning to tolerate - even after all these years - and leaned in conspiratorially. “Perhaps I am simply mean to everyone else so that I can lull you into a false sense of security.”

“No,” he replied instantly, shaking his little head. “You only pretend to be mean so people will leave you alone.”

“Careful now, little king,” she purred, baring her teeth - which was less effective of a threat without fangs, but some habits were more difficult to shake than others. “If you tell the world of my secret, I shall have you killed.”

He looked up at her like what she had just said was unfathomably stupid. “You’re not allowed to do that, it’s illegal.”

“Is it, now?” she drawled, raising a hand to inspect her perfectly painted nails. “I must have missed that particular line during my last perusal of Stormwind’s legal codex.”

“It’s there, I saw it,” he declared, just like her whelps would when they believed they’d managed to outwit her. “It’s right below the one that says you have to buy me a lion.”

She managed not to snort this time, thought it came at the expense of another round of increasingly insistent nausea. Barely managing to hold it back, she distracted herself by humouring him. “Little lion you may be, but the treasury can ill afford to spend such a large sum in these trying economic times. Especially not on the frivolous whims of a boy king.”

“But aren’t I the king of the richest kingdom on Azeroth?” he asked, his tone curious. Then again, Anduin was almost always curious. A habit he had inherited from his mother.

She caught the scent of one of his usual tutors approaching and subtly guided him in a different direction to avoid the interruption. “I’m sure the House of Nobles wishes it was so, but no, we are not the richest kingdom. That would be Lordaeron, to the north.”

“How come they’re the richest? How did they get all of the money?” he asked, incessant in his questions once he got started. But she tolerated it; these were perfect opportunities to influence the young king to see things her way. And if it reminded her of someone else, Anduin was none the wiser.

She smiled fondly at the little furrow that had formed between his brows and said, “By spreading dubious claims and rumours of treason about their neighbours. And then annexing the disputed territories left in the wake of the consequences of these accusations.”

“Why don’t we do that, then? That way we can become the richest, and I can have a lion.”

“We don’t do that,” she answered, her smile turning wicked, “So that I can propose proportional contribute to Alliance efforts, based on the controlled territory of each signatory nation. Which everyone but Lordaeron will agree to, since it will reduce their own internal tax burdens.”

Katrana lived for the thrill of a good political scheme coming to fruition, and she could feel the need to grandstand deep in her bones. She continued, “Once it passes, and I will ensure that it does, Menethil will have no choice but to increase taxation on the annexed territories to account for the newly burning hole in his treasury. Resentment and discontent with the new order will inevitably stir in those territories.”

Anduin tilted his head up at her, that little furrow turning into a frown. “Is that good for us? It sounds bad.”

She turned them down a different corridor - she definitely wasn’t ready to face Bolvar yet - but there was an unquenchable in fire in her veins now.

“Oh yes! And my, how glorious the ensuing chaos will be,” she purred, practically dancing on her feet. “There will be riots, demonstrations, violent resistance! The name Menethil will become synonymous with the robber barons of old, just like those exploitative nobles in Westfall that think I don’t know about their tax evasion. Oh, dear Anduin, Lordaeron will tear itself apart!”

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing aloud in delight. It had been years in the making, and none of her political opponents had even suspected her hand in it, blinded by short-term mindsets and greed. Breathing heavily, she turned to the young king and found him looking at her appraisingly.

“Maybe you are mean,” Anduin conceded with another one of his little shrugs.

She hummed in response and squeezed his hand fondly. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Only to everyone else.”

Her stomach promptly demanded to be emptied once more, and so she found herself leaning out of a window again, over yet another rosebush.

[redtail-lol]

I totally forgot xenic on the poll so. All of these are nonexclusive or at least don't have to be exclusive

Tagging @accessmogai because I don't think I can ID right now

Onyxian: An umbrella term for any relationships between xenic people and aporagender people

Berylic: An aporagender person attracted to xenic people; APLX

Zoistian: A xenic person attracted to aporine people; XLAP

Zoisixyr: A xenic person attracted to both xenic and aporine people; XLX and XLAP

Berypalline: An aporagender person attracted to xenic and aporine people; APLX and APLAP

Apellistian: A xenic and aporine person attracted to aporine people; XLAP and APLAP

Berylixyr: A xenic and aporine person attracted to xenic people; XLX and APLX

Xyralline: A xenic and aporine person attracted to xenic and aporine people; XLX, XLAP, APLAP, and APLX

[renaultmograine]

WHAT DID THEY DO TO AN ONYXIAN WHELP

[mamabeefus]

Another portrait drawing of an onyxian derg :>

[silversoulcreations]

Rythyren "Rythecgos" Orn'sepa

=================== Basics Name: Rythecgos{a} Nickname: Ryth, Ruth Alias: Ryhyren Orn'sepa Other: Magister, Emissary of Dimplomacy for Azorius, Former Emissary to the Kirin Tor, Former Emissary to the Wyrmrest Accord. Age: 925 Years Old Race: Leucitic Blue Dragon Gender: Intersex {Male / Female} - Identifies as Gender Fluid Pronouns: He/Him - She/Her - They/Them Sexuality: Homosexual {One Exception to this due to borderline Demi.} Alignment: Chaotic Good Relationship Status: Multiple Partners ===================

Physical Appearance Hair: Silver-white with bright blue streaks, Normally worn in a braid that reaches the upper curve of their rump, though they have glamoured it to be shorter on occasion, depending on when primarily male or female presenting. Eyes: Bright ocean blue ringed in arcane violet Complexion: Exceptionally pale, with silver/white/blue scales that carry over to their draconid and dragon forms. Height: 5'9" (Visage) 6'5" (Draconid) 35' (Dragon) Weight: 125 lbs (Visage) 185 lbs. (Draconid) 65,000 lbs (Dragon) Build: Mesomorphic, lean but toned, with some feminine curves. Tattoos: Runes along both sides of their torso, persist in dragon form, White rose engulfed in blue flame on right hip joint. Scars: Long scar across center of their back, small bite scars on either side of their throat, left pectoral and left thigh. Piercings: Several in both ears from lobe to tip. Distinguishing Features: Two large horns and two small side horns visible in both visage and draconid that reflect their full horns in their natural form. Common Accessories: Jewelry. They wear a lot of jewelry between their circlets, horn chains and rings, mixed multiple piercings on their earrings, etc. =================== Personal Information Profession: Tradesman / Advisor / Emissary Hobbies: Stargazing, Magical Study, Reading Romance Novels, Tending their Rose Garden, Teaching the children of Ravenwolf Cove Languages Spoken/Written: Arcane Linguist - They can nearly be guaranteed to know what language you are speaking, though they may not speak it in turn themself, by choice or respect, and they can read all written languages, both current and archaic. Languages Other: The language of Flowers, ASL, Thief-sign Residence: Valdrakken Birthplace: Northrend Common Haunts: Stormwind, Valdrakken, Boralus, Likes / Favorites: Sweet Pastries, Colors Blue, Purple, and Silver, Birds, Butterflies, the numbers 3 and 13, Winter's Veil and Winter in general, Fencing, The hour of twilight, books, romance Dislikes / Fears: Losing everything, being hunted, losing the rest of their offspring, failing themselves and their loved ones, Solitude, Their past. =================== Relationships Partner{s}: Velion, Irridessa, Halandor, Saryx Siblings: Ithenigos {Adopted Brother}, Azraelagos {Adopted Brother}, Alora {Adopted Sister} Parents: Unknown, assumed Deceased Nieces / Nephews: None Yet Children by Blood: Aalhari {Half-Elf Daughter}, Ingiera {Half-Elf Daughter}, Mox'tilek {Daughter}, Ixen'sepa {Daughter}, Vebren {Son}, Thurkear {Son}, Dagaum {Son}, Ixen'driki {Son} Children by Adoption: Awena {F - Blue}, Roc {M - Red Proto}, Serethia {F - Onyxian}, Aohari {F - Jade Cloud Serpent}, Melisaria {F - Azure}, Xavier {M - Infinite}, Thandrius {M - Emerald Proto}, Korelina {F - Fae} =================== Mentality Social Level: Social butterfly, exceptionally outgoing and flirty. Positive Personality Trait: Generous Negative Personality Trait: Impulsive Random Quirk / Tick: Purrs or Trills in random situations. Addictions: None known Habits: Has a habit of getting too far involved in their work and forgets to do things like eat, drink, or sleep. =================== RP - Hooks

In need of a skilled tailor? Ryth enjoys sewing everything from plushies, to clothes, and often will sit and chatter for hours while doing so, should you let them.

Looking for magical tutorage? They enjoy teaching, more often than not they will be more than happy to help you work out a spell or incantation giving you trouble.

Need a specific enchantment? Skilled in ward magic and skilled as a scryer/seer, they have been called on to help with many things in the past and are always willing to at least listen, if not offer magical consultations.

Need a mediator? They have been known to take a neutral stance to help people come to terms that benefit both parties, where applicable. =================== Character Media

[cuma-lee]

Onyxian Drake

She has a lot in common with her mother, except for the being killed and reanimated. But she is young still. -Maloriak

Time Lapse:

Will make a weapon next. Please suggest some

[tynik-snowfeather]

Beautiful Xaela

From the heights, idly spied One with eyes of emerald hue. Walking with a hunters pride, Handsome mien so noble and true

Strong hands, yet gentle gaze Skin graced with Onyxian scales Smile to set my heart ablaze As I study his lovely details

Crowned he in ebony tresses Dreams of them twined ‘twixt My fingers as he confesses His adoration, souls transfixed

Alas that when I open my eyes, My Xaela has quit this place Leaving me with butterflies Fantasies of his beauty and grace

[diguerra-moved]

Taloned paw reached to settle against younger to drag daughter closer whether she wished or not, only barely mindful not to catch sharp points against Nalice. Not so small was she anymore, no longer a stumbling whelp or gangly drake. A clever girl now. Cleverer than any other of Onyxia's brood. In another life she might have been proud. In another life she might have been a mother at all. "You have been busy." Crooning, snout bumping in sham of affection. "Tell me about it. Make me proud, dear."

VERY MUCH PROMPTED ASKS // send me ic asks guys

Another may have questioned affection that could so easily leave marks, smiles of too many sharp teeth, claws that do not much care who they cause to bleed. Another may have outraged at one who allowed offspring to fight, who demanded they prove worth if she is to waste even a minute hovering over them. Another, but not Nalice. All she has ever learned was that soft mothers, caring and kind and eager to give love free and unbound, only ever bred soft children, dependent and weak and unable to stand by themselves. A childish thing, to act needy and cry out for mother dearest’s attention; childish, but that even as whelp they had been taught would not be tolerated nor heard. Naught of wrong in having to earn mother’s affection, nothing to be questioned in receiving it only when and as she saw fit to give it. Onyxia made them strong; and were they not, would they deserve to live at all?

(When you are not fed love in silver spoon, you learn to lick it from knives.)

Indeed, there is contentment in even forceful manner would-be affection is offered, in interested inquiry, in blatantly offered opportunity to receive recognition for her efforts (for herself). All she did, Nalice did for them; for all of them to become masters of this world, as it is their right. 

“I have.” Begins, agreement certain in spite of apprehension griping at her; oh, what she intended to do was ambitious indeed, but she was yet in earlier stages of long term plan, plan that she knew not would please for certain. Yet if uncertainty is felt, it is carefully guarded within heart, deep beneath skin; weakness most certainly wouldn’t do, when all she wishes is to please. It is no herculean task, to be sure; Nalice has long learned that it is confident aggression that keeps her safest, that fear is invitation for an attack. “With what I believe will prove most advantageous to us, mother.”

“Granted all continues according to plan, I will soon have access to the Life Binder herself.” Would that she had the strength to take her down, would that she could do it and survive the wrath of the reds; suffering her presence in order to gaining her favor was all too unpleasant a task, but better still than risking on skin in truly damning manner. 

Red hued eyes have hint of expectant, nearly hopeful, as she watches for reaction, waits for it with bated breath. Oh, how she longs for hard earned pride at last. “As is, I have been successful in making her believe me unaffected by the so-called afflictions of our flight.”

[druidonity2]

Thrall the Earthwarder and Anduin the light-infused Onyxian drake.

[malaikans]

Onyxian. An alternative name for mlm mlnb. Based on onyx.

mlm mlnb is also called asterosian, which is a combination of astroidian (mlnb) and erosian (mlm). Erosian is exclusive to black mlm, so it didn’t sit right with me that just anybody could use asterosian as it includes a term exclusive to black ppl. So this is one that isn’t appropriating erosian that anyone can use.

[mauvais-cadeau]

My perfectionist ass has been sitting on a wip for months and I keep going back and being like

“Oh the pacing is off I gotta add like 3 more scenes and 500 more words here before I can get to the rlly important stuff.”

Just let me post the first chapter already for fUCKS SAKE

[shleyyyh]

DUDE OH MY GOOOOOD, Either I'm the luckiest sum bitch there is or they upped the drop rate. Got Onyxian Drake on my 15th try. Booooooom. YES. So fucking pumped!

[ruins-mourner]

YOOOOO I was just in dustwallow marsh levelling the falcosaur battle pets for the mount chains, and I was like, eh let’s just run onyxia’s lair for the hell of it, I didn’t really expect much cause I’ve done it a good number of times in the past and!!! My girlfriend can attest once I got to the second loot page I stopped talking and trying not to yell because it’s 3:am just intensely repeated oh my gods, because I got the onyxian drake after all these years! Second rare and coveted boss drop mount for me, first being the white hawkstrider from kael’thas during timewalking a few months ago, maybe 2021 is my year