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Hello! I have read your fanfic with Maiev and Illidan ("no one ever could") so I want to say it worth more readers. It's really good job! Can I translate your work for another site with your name as the author and a link to the original text? I'm waiting for your answer so much...
I had almost forgotten about that story, it's from so long ago! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yes, as long as you give me credit and a link, you may translate it. :)
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New Year
Wrathion looked up to the sky, he saw fireworks in the distance, he wanted to see them closely but it was impossible, apparently Azeroth was having a party for this “new year”.
For him the past three years were the exact same, but this time he decided to go out of his cave and watch the fireworks. He offered Left and Right time to go and see the city, they both refused, Wrathion is their prince, their responsibility, no other kingdom is as important as he is, but they both remembered the beginning.
“You are now at his command.”
Fahrad said that a long time ago, and if it wouldn’t have been for the money they would have leaved that Black Prince long time ago, but now it was different, both the orc and the human cared for him, too much actually, their factions ceased to exist in their heads, Wrathion was the only one worth protecting.
The dragon went to the higher pick of the mountain where he was hiding, he wanted to see every single thing he could, he remembered, and daydreamed about what could have been of him if he was born just…a normal dragon, no corruption, no titanic device, only a whelp, he would probably not even know how to talk at this age, but…at that point, he hoped for that, to be with his mother, with his flight which he had to erase forever.
Far from there a Tauren raised his sight, the sky was quiet but he could see those flashing lights far away from the forest, and suddenly out of nowhere, he knew, Wrathion was somewhere out there, hiding, but at this moment they were both watching the same sky, Ebonhorn smiled while going back to his tent.
“Don’t worry, our flight may be small even if we unite, but at least, we are going to be a family…”
And so, both dragons let the night passed, without knowing what will happen next.
(Ok yeah so first of all ＧＲＡＭＭＡＴＩＣＡＬ ＥＲＲＯＲＳ I’m sorry, I wrote this last night and I tried to correct it right now but we’ll you can’t ask me much lol I will get better at English 2018 promise yes, and(?? Yeah there’s nothing much to say, couple of feels with Wrathion and Ebonhorn and cia 💕 so yeah! Some Chill this January 1st ✨
Alrighty! Now the nice message ❤️ thanks to the ones who started following this page(?? I mean really wasn’t expecting that at all, yes Wrathion has fans and all but idk I wasn’t expecting attetion and getting acknowledged by really nice people lol but thank you! I’m glad to know you enjoy this things 💕✨ thank you to @ravenholdt-crypts because those AUs are 👌🏻👌🏻 hope you had a nice new year really. Also @katieskarlette because she inspires me so much and is super awesome and her fanfics are gold and she knows so much and and omg you are a role model seriously, ily 💕
Sorry for tagging! If you want me to delete it no prob! ♥︎ and yeah, that’s pretty much it~ happy new year!
#wrathion#new year post#world of warcraft#headcanon#imagine#fangirl#seriously you are so nice#i love this part of the fandom#ebonhorn#wow headcanons#fantasy#dragon boy#black dragon
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Fanfic Writer Appreciation daaaay
I’m not reading all that much these days X_X but here are some shout outs!
@ussjellyfish writes the softest-fluffiest floaty Slice-of-lice fics which are like comfort food for the soul. You don’t even need to share the OTP they’re that comforting. If you like supportive spouses and found families and have a taste for characters just... getting along and finding common ground (even if they face opposition) then you should read her stuff. Actually, just go read her stuff. it’s wonderful.
@inquisitorhotpants I love her works because she has some really lovely OCs and she writes sassy snarky ladies very well. Read her Kryn stuff! it’s delightful. Her Marr is super duper fun and she’s got a whole cast of great chars to combine with the canon ones.
@katieskarlette DO you like dragons? You should read her dragon fics. They’re delightful. Of partiocular favorite is her wrathion series and her Nyxondra/farhadion set.
@mylittleredgirl I haven’t read much of her recent stuff but her stargate fics were sooooo goooood and she’s a doll. I’ve loved her fanfics for yeeeeeears and they are all lovely.
@wolfandwild I like your sassy mage and king fic. I need to catch up eventually ^^ but I like your mage OC she’s great!
Special shoutout to @jthorsten who’s started her own OTP stuff but who has been my super awesome supportive beta type person and pre-reader for the last year and who is just THE BEST
there are people I am forgetting but it has been a very long monday X_X
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since its fanfic author’s apprecation day i figured i’d give a small shoutout to some writers whose work i enjoy
@ezrisdax (writing tag) (ao3) : shes writes for many different fandoms, mainly femslash which is always needed so bless her for that alone, and is very good at what she does and i hope more will get to experience the blessing of her writing
@shinyforce (ao3): where would we be without shiny’s wonderful rommath fics? she is super kind as well always recommending other’s fics so im gonna keep on recommending hers! seriously, she has such a way with words im blown away every time i read them
@katieskarlette (fic masterpost): i don’t think i’ve ever read something that made me fall for a couple of super minor characters that have never interacted with each other before and made me pine for what could’ve been - also comes with nice model edits and who doesn’t like that?
also @emiza ‘s mermaid gency au fic was something i could not stop reading and it was beautiful and i highly recommend it and her other works as well
*coughs* go leave nice comments and kudos/likes on their stuff *coughs*
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Your OCs could still be canonically albino, its not like WoW has modern science to explain genetics so they could fully believe hybridization caused it despite being coincidence!
True! It's a bit more complicated in my fic, but since I never finished and posted it, I can't expect anyone to know that. LOL
I do have an idea about how to finish that long-neglected story, depending on how the lore about the Dragon Isles develops. Namely, I want to know how possible it is that Neltharion made a secret underground entrance to the Isles so he (and his eldest son, hint hint hint) could still sneak back there even after it was sealed off to the rest of the world.
It's not my best writing to begin with, but I'd still post it if I could figure out an ending (mostly because I promised I'd do a sequel to "By Any Other Name" that gave Rhea and Romy a happier ending.)
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This cutscene felt a little short and generic considering Bolvar and Jaina are both very much surrogate parents to Anduin, and seeing him like this would have been devastating to both of them. I would have liked to see them try to appeal to Anduin on a personal level based on their shared history. A real missed opportunity, in my opinion.
Any characters could have spoken dialogue like “Resist him! Do not let the Jailer win!” and “We will save you, Anduin. No matter what it takes.” Yawn.
Imagine instead:
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Time seemed to freeze as Bolvar beheld the man before him, a man who had been just a boy when they parted. “Anduin,” he said, his hoarse voice subdued with emotion. “You...you’ve grown so much since...” He quickly composed himself. This wasn’t the time. “Stop this instant!” he bellowed in a tone that had once stopped the young prince from wandering into danger or mischief.
The pale figure did not react in the slightest, continuing to channel dark energy at the Heart of the Forest.
Jaina took a step forward but was jolted back by the magical barrier. “Anduin! Please! I know this isn’t you. Fight him! Fight off his will! You can do it! You have to!”
Again, there was no reaction from the erstwhile King of Stormwind.
Jaina pressed on despite threatening tears. “Think of your people! All of us who love you! Come back to us!”
Bolvar raised his voice again. “Draw strength from the Light!” The words tasted sour on his charred lips, for the Light had been inaccessible to him for years, and he feared it might be beyond Anduin’s reach already. Still, if there was a chance...
“Anduin!” Jaina yelled in desperation.
Anduin had the Heart of the Forest in his grasp now, but there was no expression on his face: no triumph, no resistance, no anything. The Jailer didn’t bother responding to their pleas in even that small way.
Jaina cast a frostbolt at the magic barrier, but it immediately shattered into icy dust. “Anduin! We will save you! Whatever it takes, we will not leave you to this fate! I promise!”
The armored figure disappeared into a sinister portal without sparing a glance in their direction.
Bolvar clenched his jaw. “We will save him,” he said with a grim nod.
.........
End cutscene. HOW MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN?
(Hey Blizzard! Commission me! I’d even write this crap for free!)
#katieskarlette's screenshots#katieskarlette's fanfics#9.1 spoilers#bolvar fordragon#anduin wrynn#jaina proudmoore
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A stupid, pointless skit in which my mage gets off her butt and tries to “fix” recent lore (especially the Arthas thing) through the power of sheer frustration, a prop from a different IP, crappier image edits than usual, and a blatant disregard of logic that even eclipses Blizzard’s
Somewhere in Dalaran, my mage, Skarlette, has been quietly minding her own business since shortly after 9.1 launched. Catching up on her reading, letting Murky play in the fountains, failing to organize her bank, and just generally ignoring anything going on in the Shadowlands.
Now I’m imagining her giving a weary sigh, setting aside a yellowed tome of magic, and heading off to Zereth Mortis. She marches into the Sepulcher during the newest cinematic, looking thoroughly fed up.
“Champion, where have you been?” Uther asks. “We could have used your help in the Sanctum of Domination.”
"Never mind that. What the hell is going on here? I can’t leave you guys alone for a single patch without everything falling to pieces.”
Skarlette stomps up with one of those spirit-catching vacuum things from Ghost Busters and sucks up what’s left of Arthas into a box.
She turns to Sylvanas and tries to point at her, but the author only has access to WoWhead model viewer at the moment and can’t figure out how to unequip her weapon, so pointing makes her also whack herself in the face with her fiery staff. It is just as uncomfortable as you imagine.
Recovering quickly, she says, “You. Go find Nathanos and then make yourself scarce for awhile until the discourse quiets down.”
She next turns to Uther and Jaina. “You two, come with me. There’s a pod in my conservatory in Ardenweald with Arthas’ name on it, but the three of us will have to grind out a few million anima to grow his soul back.”
As you can see, they are not looking forward to that. That’s a lot of daily quests.
Skarlette then stomps further into the raid and screams in the general direction of Zovaal, “And you, Mister ‘I Show More Nipples Than Characterization’, can just go away and not come back until you’ve developed a personality and a master plan that doesn’t involve a degree in quantum physics to understand. You are a bad villain and you should feel bad.”
Zovaal cries a little bit, but nobody can tell under the helmet.
Skarlette then makes a portal to Oribos and physically shoves a confused Jaina and Uther through it.
They plant the wisp of Arthas’ soul in Skarlette’s night fae garden and feed it anima until he’s whole again, then drag him before Pelagos to be properly judged.
He ends up in Revendreth, naturally, and after a few centuries of grueling atonement and hilarious shenanigans with Kael’thas he can join Uther in Bastion, where they train new Kyrian together. When Jaina dies they can find a lovely little cottage somewhere in a part of the Shadowlands that doesn’t completely suck and (un)live happily ever after.
The End
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I don’t know wtf this turned into but I have a headache and I wanted to make a comic but WoW Model Viewer isn’t working for me and rather than troubleshoot it I decided to crank out this stupid skit with WowHead, Google images and stuff I had already made instead and I’m sorry but not really because damn it if Blizz can write dumb plots that make no sense then so can I nyah
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The Sire’s Legacy
I was going to make a meta post about why I think Denathrius created the venthyr as his children, and my headcanons about how he and Zovaal were close before the latter’s mysterious “betrayal,” but it turned into a short fic instead.
This is set long before Shadowlands, when Denathrius was still the compassionate, beloved ruler of Revendreth. Renathal is having a minor existential crisis and turns to his sire for answers...
Word count: 826
Content warnings: If anima wine counts as alcohol use, then that. Otherwise, nothing in particular.
Spoilers: 9.0 only
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A flock of oversized bats passed high above Darkwall Tower, and Renathal's eyes followed them idly while a dredger servant refilled his goblet. The prince sat in a comfortable chair on a balcony overlooking the forestlands to the south of Castle Nathria, slightly reclined with his feet up on a cushioned stool. A low table bearing trays of snacks separated his chair from another, identical chair currently occupied by Sire Denathrius.
The king of the venthyr swirled the red liquid in his goblet contemplatively and sniffed it. “This is even more exquisite than you promised, Renathal,” he said before taking another sip.
“I knew you would appreciate it,” the prince said with a smile. “Extracted just this morning from a genocidal tyrant's soul.”
Denathrius closed his eyes and savored a longer drink. “You can actually taste the arrogance.”
Renathal nodded in agreement and shooed away the dredger, who had been standing nearby in case the royals needed anything else.
Once they were alone on the balcony, Denathrius set his goblet down on the table. “So, my dear prince, what troubles you?”
“Troubles me? What makes you think something is troubling me?”
“Not that inviting me over to try some particularly good anima is unprecedented, but I know you far too well to miss your preoccupation. Something is on your mind.”
Renathal cast his gaze out over the spectacular vista of forests and mountains. “Why do I exist?”
Denathrius raised an eyebrow. “Why...do you exist? Well, I...” He shifted his weight in the chair. “If we were mortals, I would have given you the talk about where babies come from long before this.”
“But we are not mortals,” Renathal said, still avoiding eye contact. “And I know you created me and the other, first generation of venthyr out of nothing.”
“Not 'nothing,'” Denathrius corrected. “Anima, energy, and a great deal of powerful magic.”
“Yes, but why? You're immortal, so you don't need to worry about leaving an heir. None of the other Eternal Ones have 'children.' Why did you make us?”
Denathrius took another drink while choosing his next words. “The work we do in Revendreth is vitally important--not just to the Shadowlands as a whole, but to every soul who crosses our threshold. It involves confronting their darkest, most damaged aspects. Doing so for too long, alone, can be...taxing on the mind.”
“You chose to spread out the burden.”
“Not only that. I wanted companionship from someone who was not a soul I had broken down and rebuilt, who had not led a mortal existence that I could never fully understand, who could offer a fresh perspective, and...” His voice trailed off as his gaze turned distant, staring into his goblet. “As I said, our duties require us to face darkness head-on. Having a family of sorts helps to counteract that, but also affords a layer of protection for Revendreth, in case...”
Renethal waited for him to finish with a curious frown.
Denathrius took another sip. “In case I start down Zovaal's path,” he finished quietly.
Renethal sat up straighter. “But that won't happen! You are not your brother! You care about the souls under your guidance, and--”
“So did he. Right up until the end, I think he genuinely believed he was doing what was best.”
“But he wasn't!”
Denathrius sighed. “Irrelevant now. The point is, we Eternal Ones are not infallible, nor invincible. And if the day ever comes when I fall to either an enemy or my own hubris, well...I'd prefer to have personally trained my replacement.” He raised his goblet in a toast to Renethal before draining the rest of the anima in a long gulp.
The prince considered this. “It must have been difficult to depose and banish your own brother.”
“Probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do over the eons,” Denathrius said softly.
“I don't relish the thought of doing something similar to you,” Renathal said.
“Understandable. Regardless, I trust you to do the right thing, no matter the circumstances. That's why you're my heir.”
Renathal looked down modestly. “I hope I live up to your expectations.”
“You do, my prince. Every day.”
“I would have big shoes to fill.” He glanced at the Sire's hoofed feet ensconced in crimson boots trimmed with ostentatious gold ornaments. “Literally.”
Denathrius laughed, immediately breaking the tension. “Be glad when I created you in my image I took some liberties below the knees.”
“Why don't the other Eternal Ones have hooves?”
He gave a sly look. “Why are you so sure they don't? Have you ever seen the Winter Queen without a floor-length skirt? Or the Primus without his robes? Perhaps Kyrestia and Zovaal are the odd ones out.”
“No, but surely...”
Denathrius shrugged. “Now, I would love another glass of that anima...”
Renathal shook his head fondly and called for a servant.
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*scribbles on a blackboard*
I will not revive an OC that’s been untouched since Cataclysm in order to shamelessly indulge my Denathrius fangirling.
I will not revive an OC that’s been untouched since Cataclysm in order to shamelessly indulge my Denathrius fangirling.
I will not revive an OC that’s been untouched since Cataclysm in order to shamelessly indulge my Denathrius fangirling.
I will not--
*has a slow day at work manning phones that barely rang at all, and thus ended up writing three pages of a fanfic reviving an OC that’s been untouched since Cataclysm in order to shamelessly indulge my Denathrius fangirling*
Oh hell.
This is Kalizai, my first DK alt, created on Day One of WotLK. I haven’t done anything with her since Cataclysm so I decided that instead of gathering dust on my loading screen she’s actually been in Revendreth canoodling with certain raid bosses.
[Rambling mess of an explanation below, as well as a stupid skit about Denathrius embarrassing Renathal with TMI about his personal life.]
I loved playing her as blood spec in its original form, but after they made it a tank spec I lost interest. Then I rolled another DK on my main server (Vallkyrie) and I’ve played her instead ever since.
Recently it occurred to me that the last time I actively played Kalizai, back during Cataclysm, she was in Uldum. She could totally have been killed by Deathwing during one of his random flyovers.
She’d be sent to Revendreth, where the venthyr were like, “Uh...why do you have Maw magic all over you? This is most peculiar. We must let the Master know about this.”
Denathrius took one look at her and was like, “You like leeching blood magic and flinging a huge sword around. I like leeching blood magic and flinging a huge sword around. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
She also had a lot of shit to atone for because even before she got turned into a DK she was an assassin-for-hire, thief, spy, and extortionist. Blah blah blah time passes strangely in Shadowlands blahty blah blah, and by the time the rift between Azeroth and the Maw opened she had already completed her atonement and chosen to stick around in Revendreth to help the venthyr. And bang Denathrius occasionally. Because you know darn well he has more lovers than there are spammers in trade chat and Draven didn’t mention depravity happening in the castle for nothing.
I’m amused by the thought of Kalizai trying to explain the concept of “step mom” to Renathal, who insists by that logic he’d have hundreds of stepparents. Denathrius walks in on this conversation and thinks it’s hilarious, much to his firstborn’s disgust. For some reason I’m highly amused by the idea of Denathrius being really nonchalant about his robust sex life and Renathal cringing, pointedly ignoring him, changing the subject, and absolutely hating it.
“Guess what I did last night?”
"So I just finished a really interesting book about the history of tea. Theotar loaned it to me. You should read it.”
“Twins were involved. It took the servants two hours to clean up afterward. That divan with the claw feet got broken, but it was so worth it.”
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!”
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This post started out talking about reviving an old alt, and I don’t even know how it turned into...this.
Oh well. It’s much more pleasant to clown around with this goofiness than it is to think about how my workplace is packing up and moving into temporary buildings for the next 1.5 to 2 years while our real location (a.k.a. my home away from home and workplace for the past 19 years) gets completely gutted and renovated, and how I have no idea what my job is even going to look like or how things will work, if things will work, etc. It’s not doing my mental health any favors, so imagining deranged vampire elves in a ridiculous sitcom plot is a good distraction. :P
#nsfw-ish text#rambling about wow#katieskarlette's fanfics#sorta#kalizai#things I post at 2:30 AM and will probably regret in the light of day#insert filler tag here#and another one#and one more#renathal#denathrius
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Guess who spent part of her evening writing nine pages of shamelessly self-indulgent canon x OC whump/fluff that I will probably never have the guts to actually post?
Uh...
Certainly not me.
*cough*
Sometimes a family is an insufferable bastard from the death pantheon, his totally non-canon death knight girlfriend, and the long-suffering son he created out of thin air who is just so done with the melodrama
#there are plenty of#katieskarlette's fanfics#that are only written for my own amusement#and will remain safely on my hard drive#because the cringe doesn't kick in unless someone else reads them#that's how it works right?#anyway I amuse myself and that's what matters
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I don’t think I ever posted a link here because a lot of people around here seem to hate him, but awhile ago I wrote a one-shot fic about Nathanos and his relationship with Sylvanas, before and after the Scourge.
Inspired by recent discussions around here (and hype for the next novel) I just wrote a followup fic that focuses on the vastly different lifespans of humans and elves, and the “be careful what you wish for” solution provided by undeath. It’s not long, just 2145 words.
If that sounds like something you’d enjoy, here it is!
If it sounds like something you’d loathe, please keep scrolling.
Either way, have a lovely weekend, and if you live in the U.S. have a fun but safe 4th!
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I had a scene in my fic where Wrathion basically does this to clear snow at Ravenholdt and Fahrad was like, “This is beneath your dignity, my prince.” Heehee...
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Months of blood, sweat, tears, and psychological torture had led to this.
He had retraced his steps from Andorhal to Stratholme to Dragonblight to Icecrown, witnessing his reign of terror through the eyes of a common soldier of Lordaeron. He had looked into his victims’ eyes, shared their fear, heard their cries, healed their wounds when he could, and felt each senseless death like a knife in his chest. The true depth of the evil he had wrought was crystal clear. He had made amends where he could, said his apologies--and had meant them.
The frigid wind howled across the Frozen Throne’s spire, cutting through every chink in his armor, whipping his long, golden-blond hair around his face. How had he endured this cold for so long without discomfort?
He looked down, finding his answer in the shattered runeblade at his feet. His body had been as dead as any of his loyal Scourge while his soul had been trapped in that cursed blade.
He remembered dying.
As his liberated soul passed from Frostmourne into his broken shell, he could feel the sharp pain of ice crystals throughout his body, the gaping wrongness of his missing heart, and the burning of fresh wounds delivered by the Ashen Verdict’s forces.
Pain, fear, guilt and relief had swirled around him in a dizzying vortex of unfamiliarity. He hadn’t felt anything in so long...
He knew he didn’t have much time. Already an inexorable pull was calling his soul...somewhere else. Too weak to move, he was unable to look around for Jaina. She was near, somewhere. He could sense it.
But then his father was there, taking his hand and cradling his head as if he was a small boy again. He was only a spirit, of course; his body (which Arthas had run through with Frostmourne) had long ago been turned to ashes (which Arthas had unceremoniously dumped out of their urn to make room for Kel’thuzad’s remains.)
Yet there was no hatred on Terenas’ spectral face; only pity.
“Father! Is it...over?” He had almost forgotten the sound of his own voice.
“At long last, my son,” Terenas said calmly. “No king rules forever.”
Ebon shadows began to narrow Arthas’ vision, and he felt the feeble tether holding his soul in his body fraying. There was no glorious column of Light shining down from the sky, no winged figures coming to lift him up, nothing he had been taught to expect. Instead a jet black miasma closed in around him, hungry and inevitable.
His soul slipped from his body even as his last words issued from his pale lips: “I see...only darkness...before...me.”
And so it had been: the vast darkness of the Maw had swallowed him whole.
A particularly strong wind gust brought him rushing back to the present. Even the muted gloom of Icecrown felt uncomfortably bright on his eyes after the memory of that Stygian realm.
That was in the past. He had been given a second chance, an opportunity to atone for his misdeeds and prove his soul deserved a kinder fate.
Surely this was the end of his trial. What more could the Arbiter ask of him?
He looked up to the swirling gray clouds, expecting Kyrian heralds to swoop down and bring him back to Oribos for judgment. Yet there was no sign of anything or anyone crossing over from the Shadowlands.
Arthas frowned in confusion.
A melodious voice came from the aether: “There is someone else who must pass judgment on you before I do.”
“Arbiter!” he said aloud. “What...?” Then it clicked into place in his mind. “Jaina.”
A faint tinkling of chimes on the wind soon faded, leaving him standing alone on the icy platform. He knew what he had to do next.
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Okay, so, that tarnished necklace and badge Apari claims in the new novel. It rang familiar somehow. After scratching my head for a while, I realized there was a badge like that in one of your older fics ("Remembering Why"). It was even granted to Nath under the same circumstances, an official Farstrider ceremony. Your headcanon got canonized, cool stuff. Ever wondered if your work inspired it somehow?
I honestly hadn’t even thought about it that way! It’s not that much of a stretch to infer that Nathanos had some kind of Farstrider insignia, and Shadows Rising doesn’t specify exactly how he got that particular badge, just that Sira assumes it was related to his promotion to Ranger Lord. (Whyyyy couldn’t that scene have been from his POV instead of Sira’s?!) So I doubt Roux was inspired by my little fanfic. (It’s awesome that you made the connection, though!)
If Blizzard wants to take any of my fics/headcanons, I’d prefer it to be Fahrad-as-Wrathion’s-actual-father. Or Rheastrasza-was-secretly-in-league-with-Nefarian. ;)
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Black Dragonflight Family Trees
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SPOILER WARNING for my fanfics.
There’s been new canon (and new fanfics) since I originally made these back in 2014, so I figured it was time for updated versions.
For the canon version, I really only had to add Ebyssian (and Obsidia’s mate and children, who I forgot the first time.)
The fanfic/headcanon version got pretty darn complicated, mostly thanks to Nefarian making babies with four different dragons, both the old-fashioned way and in a laboratory. ;)
Further notes and explanations below...
Canon tree notes:
Although Wrathion calls Deathwing his father, it has been stated by Blizzard multiple times that he is not his literal, biological father, but a symbolic one. I’m also aware that Wrathion’s egg was created from three others, so his lineage is potentially far more complicated, but the narrative considers Nyxondra to be his mother.
The War of the Ancients trilogy shows Neltharion had at least two significant consorts in addition to Sintharia.
The birth order for Neltharion/Deathwing’s children is mostly speculation, although we know Nefarian is his eldest son. Ebyssian was obviously the youngest, given that he hatched after the Sundering.
Nefarian and Onyxia are explicitly stated to be the children of Neltharion and Sintharia. The other siblings (Sabellian, Nyxondra, Obsidia, and Ebyssian) may have different mothers.
Fanfic/Headcanon tree notes:
The following are canon characters whose placement on the tree is the result of my own speculation and headcanons: Fahrad, Sartharion, Searinox, Atramedes, Hemathion, Hematus, Hematos, Rivendark, Gyth, Rheastrasza, Smolderwing, Ebonroc, Ivoroc, Firemaw, Pyrecraw, Flamegor, and Maimgor. Zardethian is my headcanon about Zardeth, an NPC in Stormwind who appears human, but I have my suspicions...
Seara, Nith, Romatria, Blazerion, Sootia, Pedria, Opalia, Ashy, and Fahrad’s brothers Riftion and Mesion are all original characters.
Neltharion’s other original consorts exist in canon (see above) but their names are my invention. Fahrad’s full name being Fahradion is also my headcanon.
An explanation for Nefarian’s alternate name, Romathion, is here.
“Inklia” is the name I made up for Samia Inkling’s dragon identity (mainly because other fan authors had already done cool things with her as “Samia.”) It’s heavily implied in game that she is a dragon, but even that is not known for certain.
#black dragonflight#I've had this sitting in my drafts for a few weeks#but since there's confusion over#wrathion#yet again#it seemed liked a good time to finally post it#katieskarlette's fanfics#katieskarlette makes images
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Okay can I just tell you I just binge read all of your black dragon related fics over the course of two days neglecting everything else I should do because it was so good. just... Thanks so much for the amazing fic?? And also I love Obsidia so much which I did not expect! So um any random facts about Obsidia? :))
Oh my gosh, what a fantastic message to see when I got home from work! Maximum warm fuzziness! Thank you so much!
Let’s see, random Obsidia fact... Hmm...
I had originally imagined her as quite a bit younger, still a drake, acting like the dragon version of a teenager. Which meant she just wasn’t old enough to have a mate, not that she refused to start a brood because of the Old Gods’ interference (as it is in the fic). Then I realized that Deathwing hadn’t been able to sire offspring since the Sundering, which meant she’d have to be at least 10k years old. So I had to adjust a few things to make it mesh with the canon timeline.
Also, the very first scene in chapter one of “Draco ex Machina” with Deathwing and his kids around the campfire, is set in the Black Morass. Originally I wrote it as taking place in the Blasted Lands...until I realized I had the timeline messed up again, and it wasn’t blasted yet! :)
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