#we love Illidan in this house

[l0serloki]

Are you familiar with Sylvanas Windrunner? If so, can I request a Radiant reader with her powers? Kinda like being a banshee, controlling dark energy sort of thing. Thanks!

Banshee Radiant!Reader HCs

CW : GN!Reader, a bit OOC!Omen... I just love friendly Omen I can't help it

A/N : UM YES I LOVE WOW. LOK’TAR OGAR, FOR THE HORDE!! Also, I haven't played in a bit and I might be rusty with WOW lore - so I hope I remembered correctly. I was OBSESSED with Illidaddy, sorry, Illidan. This made me want to play again omg,, I hope I did your idea justice - I might do a part two with the battle but I wanted to make it long!! So the blurb is kinda small for now/just an intro :)

Reader has the ability to go invisible/fade (Lich King battle cinematic has me whipped)

Reader also has the ability to chain enemies to objects/walls, kind of like Fade’s Seize

I see the ultimate being a deadly war cry that would deafen and stick enemies in place

Lore wise I see Reader being one of the most powerful agents, up there with Sage 

Reader can chain anyone, fear enemies, fade through walls/go invisible… No one will ever see you coming. 

We could always go a step further like Sylvanas and say you’re undead as well, the radiant blast reviving you on your last breath

So now you’re basically immortal, insane amount of damage with any weapon/ability + you can’t catch a ghost 

I feel like most agents would be wary of Reader BUT there is a few I see loving them

KAY/O would be fascinated with how powerful Y/N is, looking forward to fighting them as an enemy. He would constantly ask to practice fighting to ‘get the advantage’.

Omen would sympathize with the fading ability and totally be best friends with Reader. I feel like he would knit them sweaters or little cat plushies for their new bedroom too.

Fade is a bit intimidated but totally into Reader. You’re dark and mysterious - she can’t help it! 

Today was your first day at base and it was hard adjusting. When you had gotten a message from an unknown email you were skeptical but intrigued, meeting him. Said man, Cypher, had convinced you that your powers could be used to save the world. You decided that you would try it out, the benefits outweighing the cons.

You sat at the long meeting table, agents filling into their seats. To say you were nervous was an understatement, but you would never let anyone get under your skin. 

“Everyone welcome our newest agent to the Protocol. This is Y/N.” Brimstone introduced you and you gave a small wave, face blank. There were a few hellos and introductions, small talk boring you to death.

The meeting continued, Brim and Sage making teams for future missions. You couldn’t help but notice the man across from you, his body veiled in fog. Your curiosity grew at his powers, wondering if he was anything like you. 

It seemed luck would be on your side, Sage’s voice echoing your new squad. “KAY/O, Omen, Cypher, and  Y/N - you will be taking care of Fracture.” You nodded in understanding, eyeing up your new ‘friends’. 

You were all dismissed soon enough, leaving to get some rest for the big day tomorrow. You faded through the halls, making it to your new bedroom. The space was good enough, housing some trinkets from home and a queen-sized bed. You would definitely have to make it more homely but it would make due for now. 

Your thoughts were scattered as you heard a thump at the door, a voice quickly following after. 

“Hello Y/N, you forgot your papers. I thought I would give them to you.” 

You opened the door to find the masked man, who was apparently named ‘Omen’, waiting patiently. You reached out to take the mission review papers, giving him a small smile. He seemed wholesome - a good ally to have if he truly was like you. 

“Thank you Omen. I appreciate it.” 

He gave you a thumbs up, body fissuring around. 

“Don’t mention it. If you ever need to talk or hangout.. You can find me. We will do great on our task tomorrow. Sleep tight.” His shoes clacked against the floor, leaving your sight. 

He was right, the team would do good - you would make sure of that. You were excited for the battle and what the future held. Just the thought alone made your body shudder with power. You would make sure Valorant Protocol would always win, trampling anybody in your way.

#valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons

[ebonytails]

Good for Her x - art used for Illidan

@shakincoconuts

#i love this sketch so much I have to put it out here #deltarune #susie #susie deltarune #illidan #illidan stormrage #wow #Fictives #again everyone here is a fictive lol! #from sal #headspace #fictive #ebonytailsart #i know we dont usually post system/headspace art here Explicitly but i like how I drew Susie haha #she usually hogs the hands when we draw her but shes so sleepy that she didnt >:-)c #also this is a real headspace shenanigan lol #sorry to literally the fandom if you see this and go 'why is this on my dash' but you know what. love is stored in the #'im an artist and i can draw anything' energy #we love Illidan in this house #no i wont give you more context #but i can say that she adopted him as her dad and its cute haha

[nitewrighter]

8 for Gency !

Decided to continue my Illidan/Sugarplum AU from here.

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There was hardly anyone on the roads of the village, but given how cold it was, that was to be expected. Genji glanced over at the Seelie woman walking with her arm hooked in his. Her folk loved play-acting, it was said. He wondered what roles she was spinning for the two of them in her head just now. His idea of a mortal disguise was straightforward: Foreign soldier on his way home. He glanced over at her. She could be a camp follower–he glanced down at her hands–too lovely for scullery work. She’d have to lie for herself because he certainly couldn’t do it for her.

“I usually take the form of an old woman when I’m down here,” said Mercy as they walked through the village. Breath had fogged up the interior of nearly every window, but all the windows were lit up and moving with figures inside, “They practically never look at you when you’re an old woman. Suppose they don’t like being reminded of their mortality.”

“You come to the mortal world often?” asked Genji.

“Usually a moon or so after the solstice,” said Mercy with a shrug, Genji glanced behind her to see the line of crocuses in her wake. They would disappear with tonight’s snowfall, probably, and they would be back in their respective realms before sunrise, anyway, before any of the villagers could trail them to her. He was about to ask her just where she planned to go in the village but then he noticed the music she had mentioned earlier was getting louder.  There was fiddle, traverso, and frame drum and spoons and singing, voices with pitch warped by drink happily slumping into each other’s harmony. It wasn’t like the music of the Unseelie, a drumming din accompanied by throaty singing you felt in your very bones. Genji saw that Mercy was humming along with it and was bobbing a bit in her steps to it.

He turned his head for the source of the music and saw they were headed toward a large tavern. It was not so large as the old wood-and earthwork church which the little village spiraled out from, but still considerably large compared to the houses and shops of the village, enough to hold a good number of the village, anyway. They stopped outside the tavern and Mercy moved to push the door open when Genji caught her arm. “Are you sure about this?”

“Aren’t you curious?” she said before pushing the door open.

The warmth of a hearth and bodies and the smell of beer felt like an invisible veil drawn between themselves and the interior of the tavern that they passed through into a room thick with breath. The benches and tables had been shoved up against the walls to accommodate for a dance floor, and a handful of young men and women reeled and laughed to the music playing.

“Merry Saint Stephen’s Day to ‘ee!” the short, stocky tavern maid called to them as she pushed by with a tray laden with mugs of ale, “Lena! Get ‘em a pint! They must be chilled to the bone!”

A young woman with short-cropped dark hair in yellow trousers, a loose white shirt, and brown waistcoat pushed past several revelers to meet them. “Hullo there!” she said, brushing her hands down her shirt, “You’re a new pair of faces!”

“We’re just travelers—” Mercy started.

“Passing through,” said Genji.

“He’s a soldier—” said Mercy gesturing at Genji.

“She’s–yes–” Genji mumbled, glancing off.

Lena just snorted. “Don’t get many travelers ‘ere in the Ox Town,” she said with a smile, “But if you’ve got coin, we’ve got drink.”

“…coin?” Genji repeated but Mercy quickly presented a gold coin.

“Coin!” she said, presenting a coin, “Yes! We have that!”

Lena took it and her eyes practically bulged out of her head, “God’s wounds! A crown?! A bloody crown!?” she said, taking the coin and glancing up at them.

“No, it’s a coin,” said Mercy, a bit confused, “What you asked for.”

“I know it’s what I–” Lena laughed, “You’re a funny sort, eh?”

“Is… that enough?” said Mercy as Lena bit the coin without breaking eye contact with Mercy and then examined the coin once more.

“’Is that enough,’ she says!” said Lena, slapping Mercy on the shoulder, “Enough for a bottle of our finest brandy and more, it is!” she said before hurrying off, giggling and flipping the coin.

“Happy Saint Sivan’s day,” said Mercy after her with a smile.

Genji elbowed her, “Stephen,” he said, under his breath.

“No, Mercy, I told you to call me Mercy tonight,” said Mercy.

“No I mean they said it was Saint St–Never mind. I thought your folk didn’t like metal,” Genji muttered under his breath to Mercy.

“We don’t,” said Mercy, “The coin will be gone when we are back in our respective realms. I’ll make it up to them, of course. But everyone’s full of drink tonight. Things are easily lost.”

Lena hurried back to them with an ornate bottle and two crystal glasses.

“Come, come! Sit!” she said gesturing at them. Lena lead them over to a table where a single man was slumped over drunk and unconscious and unceremoniously pushed him off the bench with her foot, maintaining impressive balance as she did so, before whipping out a rag and hastily wiping down the table, “Only the finest for our guests!” she said as Mercy and Genji took their seats, “If you’ve need of anything, you need only call me,” she said, setting the tray down on the table and filling both their glasses before hurrying off to the other patrons.

“How will you make it up to them?” said Genji, furrowing his brow as Mercy tentatively sniffed the brandy.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out,” said Mercy, sipping from her glass, “Mortals always want something.”

Genji just furrowed his brow and sipped some of the brandy, blinking with surprise at its sweetness. “And what do you want?” he said, looking over at her.

“I think we always want what they have don’t we?” said Mercy resting her chin in her hand as she looked at the humans reeling on the makeshift dance floor, “Our days are dreams and nightmares and they all blend together because time means so little to us.”

He tilted his head at her. When she first spoke her voice was pitched as it had been since they first ran into each other at the top of the hill–like everything was a joke only she knew the punchline to, but an odd wistfulness bled into her voice now.

He followed her eyes over to the dancers who were now moving into two lines facing each other as the music picked up. He downed the last of his brandy, rose from his seat, and extended a hand to her. She tilted her head at him and he gave a nod with his head over in the direction of the dancers. 

“You are full of surprises, Mr. Sparrow,” she said, rising from the table as well.

Genji didn’t really remember that they had decided to give him the false name of ‘Sparrow’ for a few seconds before going, “Well I warn you, I don’t know any mortal dances.”

“We can figure it out,” said Mercy, as they took their places in the lines.

“You’re in the wrong spot, Miss,” said a man next to Mercy.

“Mm?” said Mercy. 

“You’re in the man’s line. He should be in your spot and you in his,” said the man, gesturing at Genji.

“Oh!” said Mercy, “Yes, that is a thing, here, isn’t it?”

“Why does that matter?” said Genji.

“Now now, Mr. Sparrow, we must not begrudge them their customs,” said Mercy, switching places with Genji. 

“Yes. Customs,” said Genji, taking his place. The music kicked up and both of them glanced down the line to see couples extending hands toward each other. The couples started one by one going down between the line, palms against each other, parting at the end, then going back to their spots, all the time in step with the music. Fairly straightforward.

“What do you want?” said Mercy, as they headed down the line together.

“What do you mean?” said Genji.

“You asked what I want–” said Mercy before the dance forced them to part and go back to their places at the end of the line. They were facing each other back at the end of the line, “So what do you want?”

Genji glanced over at the other couples hooking arms and turning in circles now now and he and Mercy did the same. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I think a part of me only came here because it was forbidden to me.”

Mercy hung her head so close to his he could feel her breath on his jawline, “Is that not the nature of the Unseelie?”

He chuckled, “Indeed,” he said, as they both glanced at the couples now breaking away from each other and trading off joining hands with others in the dance like a chain forming and un-forming itself, the couples forming semi-figure-eights in their trades. Mercy and Genji broke apart to join in this as well, Mercy smiled at the flushed cheeks and the eyes alit with drink and merriment, and Genji glanced over to see her and smiled as well before finding himself in a wheel of locked elbows with Mercy opposite him in the circle.

 The circle actually proved itself more complicated than the partner trading, switching directions, and having to figure out which foot to use so he wouldn’t trod or trip on whoever was next to him. Mercy grinned at him and for a moment he thought he saw a bit of violet flash in her eyes. Was is his own Unseelie eyes seeing through her glamour for a brief moment? Or had the brandy affected her? Or was it a ploy on her end, drawing him in further? He didn’t have time to ponder any of this as he spotted a familiar head of short-cropped dark hair. He craned his neck as the circle turned to see Lena tucked in a corner, chatting with a striking red-headed scullion. Eventually the circle broke apart into the figure-eight partner trading again, until Genji found himself, almost miraculously, opposite Mercy in two lines once more. As the couples brought their palms together and started the pattern over from the beginning, Genji whispered to Mercy, “Look.”

“What?” said Mercy, as they started moving between the two lines once more.

He nodded with his head in the direction of Lena. “You said mortals always want something, right?” 

Mercy followed the nod of his head with her eyes and saw Lena and the scullion chatting. Mercy watched as the scullion laughed at a joke Lena had told but then was shooed back off towards the kitchens by the tavernmaid. Both observed the smile fading from Lena’s face as the scullion left before she rubbed the back of her neck, huffed, and resumed her duties.

Mercy gave that wicked, teasing grin to Genji as the song ended. He bowed to her, she, in turn, glanced at the ladies curtsying and curtsied to him, and both made their way back to the table. Genji poured another two glasses of brandy for them as Mercy clasped her hands beneath the table, a small light shining through the gaps of her thin fingers.

“Light on your feet you two,” said Lena with a forced smile, coming back to them, “Has that dancing whetted your appetites? Shall I fetch you some blood sausage? Some rarebit, perhaps?”

“Oh we’re not–” Mercy started but Genji nudged her foot with his own and nodded towards the kitchens where the redheaded scullion was sure to be.

“Yes. We would like food. The second thing you said. We want that, ” said Mercy, smiling brightly at Lena.

“The rarebit?”

“Yes,” said Mercy, “Yes, I know what that is and I want it.”

Lena snickered again. “There you go, saying funny things again–” she said, turning around.

“Oh and Lena–?” said Mercy.

“Mm?” Lena glanced over.

“You’ve been so good to us this evening, I thought you should have this,” she brought her hands above the table and opened them to reveal a yellow crocus in her hands.

Lena gawked, “How came you by that?!” she said, “They’re nowhere near in season yet!”

“I just found it outside earlier this evening. I suppose it is a miracle of St. Sufjan’s day,” said Mercy.

“Stephen,” said Genji.

“St. Stephen’s day,” said Mercy.

Tracer laughed a little, “Well if you were lucky enough to find it, perhaps you ought to keep it. I’m no fine and dainty lady what to be receivin’ flowers.”

“Then perhaps you know a fine and dainty lady to be receiving flowers,” said Mercy, holding the crocus up to her a little insistently.

A look of realization crossed Lena’s face and she took the crocus.

“Thank you, ma’am, I’ll be back with your rarebit in a bit,” said Lena, heading off to the kitchens. 

“…You don’t know what rarebit is,” said Genji as soon as Lena fell out of earshot.

“Do you?!” said Mercy.

Genji just snickered and shook his head. They both sipped their brandy in a contented silence, watching the humans go about their business in the tavern. It was getting late, and a cold draft blew in as several humans exited the tavern to go home.

“How long do you think we have?” Mercy said quietly.

“Not too much longer, I’m afraid,” said Genji.

“A shame,” said Mercy, leaning back in her seat, “For all my folk warned me of the Unseelie, you seem a decent sort.”

“You as well,” said Genji, resting his chin in his hand, “For a Seelie. I suppose.”

He glanced back at the kitchen, “What makes you so sure your spell will work?”

“It’s not a spell, really,” said Mercy, fidgeting with her hair, green already starting to seep into its tips. Genji wondered if his glamour was starting to wear off as well, “It’s more like… a push. The coin I made, well that was out of thin air. Little more than an illusion that will fade as soon as I leave. Technically crocuses and daffodils and dew and berries are the only things in this world I can make that stay… but even those don’t stay long…” she glanced back at the kitchen, “I’m not spinning anything out of thin air for them, merely encouraging the growth of something already there.”

Genji smiled. “You’re a romantic.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t,” said Mercy.

“I suppose not,” said Genji.

“What do you do?” said Mercy.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I work with making crocuses and berries sprout even and especially if there’s still patches of snow on the ground… what do you do?” said Mercy.

“Have you ever seen a horse frighten for no reason?” said Genji, “Or have you heard a floorboard creak in your house that shouldn’t be creaking without a foot on it? Or have you felt something hanging in the dark, just outside your window?”

Mercy’s eyes brightened. “You?” she said.

“Me,” said Genji, sipping his brandy, “Someone’s got to keep mortals on their toes.”

“And horses,” said Mercy with a smile.

Genji chuckled and a contented silence passed between them.

 “Why do you think our kingdoms are separated so to begin with?” Mercy said quietly, “I feel our jobs are of equal importance–they add an equal richness to the mortal world, even if the mortals arbitrarily assign them as ‘good’ and ‘bad…”’

“Two sides of a coin?” said Genji, shrugging, “Your folk are as capable of cruelty as mine are of kindness.”

A clearly rumpled Lena half stumbled to their table, her hair mussed and her shirt and waistcoat disheveled as she set a plate of cheese melted on bread down on their table. “There you are, rarebit! Now uh, I have some urgent… business in the kitchen to attend to.” She stumbled back off and Genji gave an impressed look to Mercy, but Mercy seemed to be busy marveling at the plate.

“Rarebit is cheese on bread?” she said, tilting her head.

“You did mention a fondness for cheese–” said Genji.

“I love cheese–” said Mercy, picking up the slice of bread.

“Mercy–” Genji said her name in warning.

“What?” said Mercy, one eye violet and a full lock of her hair green now as she held the bread, but she noticed one of Genji’s ears already growing purple and pointed, “Oh…” she said a bit sadly, “We need to go.”

“I’m afraid so,” said Genji.

“I don’t want to be rude–” said Mercy, getting up.

“…I don’t think our absence will be noticed,” said Genji, nodding with his head off toward a corner of the tavern.

Mercy followed the nod of his head with her eyes and saw Lena and the redheaded scullion beneath a bough of holly, a sprig of loop-shaped leaves and white berries secured by a red ribbon hanging over them. 

“Mistletoe?” Mercy said, tilting her head.

Lena was tucking a lock of the scullion’s hair back, before the scullion suddenly closed the distance between them and kissed her.

 “I suppose the meaning has advanced significantly from ‘no swords may cross here’ then…” said Mercy, watching as Lena took the scullion up in a tight embrace.

“Come on,” said Genji, taking her arm as she stuffed the rarebit in her mouth and followed him out the door out into the snow. They didn’t take their glamours off until they were well out of the village, and the glamours blew off with the next hard wind.

“I missed these,” said Mercy, giving another knock of her knuckles to Genji’s horns.

Genji snorted, “And I am glad to see wings back on you,” he said, motioning to her glassy wings.

She was still gnawing on the rarebit as they ascended the hill.

“You sure you don’t want some?” she held it out to him.

“It’s all yours. I doubt I would have had the courage to go down there without you,” said Genji.

“I shall miss you, Mr. Sparrow,” said Mercy, as they reached the treeline once more.

“Perhaps we may meet again someday,” said Genji, “And you may call me Genji, then.”

“Genji?” said Mercy, taking the last bite of her rarebit.

“Yes, Genji,” said Genji.

“Handsome name,” said Mercy, her mouth half-full, before swallowing hard, “I think I’ll keep it.”

“What?!” Genji said in alarm.

“Kidding!” said Mercy. She put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m kidding. It suits you much better.”

Genji huffed in relief. “So we must part ways then?” he said, looking back at the village.

“If we ever want a chance of coming back here again,” said Mercy, “Of ever seeing each other again. If you can’t get away with it the first time…”

Genji nodded a bit sadly, but then glanced over to see Mercy clasping her hands together, a green light shining between her thin fingers.

“What are you–” Genji started, but Mercy unclasped her hands to reveal a sprig of a plant with loop-shaped leaves and white berries.

“Mistletoe?” said Genji.

“I figured if we are to say goodbye, we should do so in the custom of the mortals, shouldn’t we?” said Mercy, holding the mistletoe over her head.

Genji huffed and smiled. “I can’t think of any reason not to,” he said, tucking a lock of her green hair back.

“There are many reasons not to,” said Mercy, as his clawed hands traced along her neck, carefully.

“Then I am being willfully ignorant of them,” said Genji, leaning in and kissing her.

Her hand holding the mistletoe lowered to drape itself around his shoulder and bring herself in tighter to him as she leaned into the kiss. As defiant in its own right as bringing as much light into the dead of winter could be. When the first lights of dawn tinged the snow pink, both had disappeared, no evidence of their presence in the mortal world save a few glasses worth of fine brandy missing and meandering trails of crocuses.

#gency #tracily #seelie au

[dreamingdolls]

FFXIV, and why it’s unlikely I’ll ever return to WoW

So, inspired by my friend @luniil (who isn’t very active here but does occasionally write down some thoughts on gaming topics), I wanted to try my hand at writing a post about why I’ve grown to love FFXIV as much as I do, and reflect a little on how things were in WoW in comparison.

To preface this; I am not a Final Fantasy player. Nor Warcraft for that matter -- I had not touched that franchise until The Burning Crusade was in the middle of it’s lifespan. I play MMOs, and that’s what led me to both games. I’ve played WoW, Guild Wars, TERA, WildStar, ESO and FFXIV, but only two games on that list have kept my attention for any extended period of time.

I don’t want to spam people’s dash so, yknow.

General Gameplay

Let’s start this off with a flaw of FFXIV -- I’m not going to be sitting here saying the game is perfect. XIV does a horrible job at luring people in with it’s gameplay.

At the earlier levels, you barely have any abilities even compared to what an early WoW character will have. On top of that, the 2.5s Global Cooldown (as opposed to WoW’s 1s) means you won’t be hitting buttons too much early on. This has definitely been the cause of a fair few people giving up on the game early on.

However.

Once you press through that, your list of abilities is far more interesting than anything WoW will offer you. Positional requirements, utility spells, varied rotations and a huge amount of flavor is carefully woven into the class design. While WoW frontloads you with a fair amount of stuff but then doesn’t give you much to add to that in the later levels, FFXIV starts you off slow then gives you the more complex things when you’ve had time to get familiar with the game. By the time you reach level cap, you’ll easily have about 20-30 abilities to use at least semi-regularly, as opposed to WoW usually not going much further beyond 15 or so abilities.

The longer GCD will suddenly start to make sense, too, as a good deal of your abilities are off the GCD, and the gameplay essentially becomes a case of weaving on and off GCD abilities together.

I absolutely love how XIV handles alt classes as well. In essence, you are able to level every class on a single character if you so wish. Instead of levelling your character as a whole, you level your class. So say I’m on my level 80 Red Mage and equip my Dancer weapon, my level will be reduced down to the level I have on my Dancer, and my action bars will simply switch over. I personally adore this system, even if it does mean alts are a lot less commonplace.

Not all classes are available from character creation either. You actually get to unlock classes out in the world, which is a very neat concept.

Story

OHMYGOD THE STORY. Where do I start?

I’m not going to be going into any spoilers here, more so how the story is written. Whereas WoW’s story tends to be written more in chapters that don’t really link together all that smoothly, XIV’s story is an ongoing thing. Information you learned in your first few levels is still relevant today, at level cap, three expansions later.

This allows the characters to have personality. Growth. Whereas in WoW it’s not uncommon for characters to be used as plot devices rather than, well, characters. How many times has there been a discussion on wether Illidan, or Garrosh, or Sylvanas, or who have you, is a villain or a good guy? Well the shocking answer; they’re both. They’re whatever Blizzard needed them to be at the time, for that chapter, and that creates a very jarring experience.

That’s not to say FFXIV’s characters are clear-cut on their allegiances either, however their grey areas happen in a far more natural sense over the course of the story, as opposed to switching back and forth with every patch release.

Oh, and you know how I mentioned I had never played a Final Fantasy game before this? No problem! Each FF game is kinda it’s own game. There are elements that are in every game such as creature design, but as far as the actual story goes you don’t need any prior knowledge of the other games. And even while there are cameos that I’m sure would be that much more fun had I played the source game, they are done in such a way that you can follow things as a complete newbie to the franchise as well. It’s not like you’ll be running into Cloud every few levels (Which, I’ve been told, is rather shocking as Square seems to love milking that character. Anyway, that’s not my rant to make).

Group Content

This is an area where, while there is definitely some overlap due to the nature of MMOs, there’s also a fair few things that set XIV apart from WoW for me.

First off, group size. Groups in XIV tend to be much smaller than they are in WoW. Regular dungeon groups consist of a 1/1/2 tank/healer/dps set up. Raid groups are a mere 8 people with a 2/2/4 setup as opposed to WoW’s massive 20-30 people raid groups. XIV’s equivelant of LFR, which I’ll come back to in a bit, is the only thing to come close to that at 24 people, grouping three raid groups together.

Now in terms of raiding... WoW wins in quantity. XIV wins in quality. While WoW has more fights, let’s be real; who is going to remember fighting Skorpyron?

XIV definitely gets smaller raid content, with each tier only having four bosses. However, we also get a bunch of extra single boss fights sprinkled inbetween. In addition, it’s LFR equivelant isn’t merely a tuned down version of each fight either -- it’s a completely seperate instance with unique bosses *specifically designed* for a LFR environment. To make a list of what you can expect in XIV in terms of raiding;

- Trials (single boss fights) with a regular mode and an extreme mode - Raid tiers consisting of four bosses for 8 player groups, with a regular mode and a “savage” mode. - LFR raids tuned specifically for a 24 player group, usually giving each of the 8 man groups in there their own tasks. - Very rarely, Ultimate fights. These basically are the tip of the iceberg in terms of challenge. I’ve not gotten to see them myself, but from what I hear, they can literally take like an hour for a single pull. They’re definitely meant to be *the* highest challenge.

Group content does not stop there either, though. There’s treasure maps that can lead to little treasure vaults to run with people. The game’s equivelant of World Quests, FATEs, rewards *anyone participating*, giving the whole zone a shared progression bar instead of doing your own quests. This tends to mean that hey, people will actually go and help each other out in the world!

Misc

Here be a bunch of random stuff that I couldn’t really dedicate a specific part to.

- THE MUSIC IS INSANELY GOOD - There’s player housing, and you actually are in a neighbourhood with other players rather than being locked away in your own seperate area. It’s quite cozy. - Most mounts have their own music theme which very nicely adds to their flavor, such as a raid drop mount playing that fight’s soundtrack. You can disable this if it’s not your thing, though! - Oh yeah. Raid bosses have their own soundtracks. - You can customize the very first mount you get with bardings, different colors and even a name, and it can fight with you in the open world. - You can get married ingame which is insanely cute. - There’s this like, Las Vegas-esque place in game with a bunch of minigames and it’s just a lot of fun? Think Darkmoon Faire but not time limited and way bigger games.

Why I Likely Won’t Return to WoW

This bit will get somewhat personal so if you were only interested in the game comparisons, feel free to skip this.

Honestly? Purely from a game standpoint I didn’t enjoy WoW for the last few years I played it. The trap with MMOs is so often the friends you make. They keep you playing even if you aren’t that into the game anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing with my friends still, but had it not been for them I’d have left WoW long before I did.

Warlords of Draenor is often agreed upon to be a poor expansion, but truthfully? I didn’t feel Legion was all that great either. It was better, sure, but the story was still a fair bit of a mess and the gameplay, well... I can only stomach seeing Eye of Azshara so much, you know?

On a more personal note, leaving WoW has been good for my mental health too. I was being harassed and even blackmailed there and it caused constant headaches and drama, let alone making me feel unsafe in what was supposed to be an escape. That’s simply not really a world I’d like going back to.

I’ll never say never, but I will say likely never.

#WoW #Warcraft #World of Warcraft #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV

[khookcreations]

Why did I make this thing? If you missed this baby’s origin story, here it is.

Back in November 2018, I raised money for St. Jude PLAY LIVE for the first time with a $500 goal. $2500 later, I was in complete awe and had committed to making lots of projects as incentives for surpassing fundraising milestones. One of those projects was a crochet baby.

You see, my friend AHareAffair had said she would make one for charity too after she found this pattern of a baby. Her community quickly funded the project…and so did mine. After blowing past my original fundraising goal, I was running out of ideas and blurted out that if we raised even more money, I would make one.

So I knew I had to make this baby. I love a challenging crochet pattern and giant projects, but let’s be honest, it was kind of creepy. Who wants a weirdly realistic, giant crochet baby in their house? I knew I had to do something else with it to make it cool and something I was proud of making. I think an Avengers movie had just come out because my first thought was make a baby Thanos! I did just make a really cool infinity gauntlet and I thought it might be cute to cover up the baby’s hands with tiny versions of the glove. So in January 2019, I started following the pattern using purple for the skin tone.

The first tiny hand

Two arms!

Two legs!

Heh, this was a fun stage

The nightmare stage

This never got old

Somewhere before I got too far, I had a change of heart. I felt there weren’t enough details I could give this baby to turn it into Thanos. Gloves, helmet, his weird chin maybe? I’m not sure what made me think of it so fast, but I was thinking of other purple characters I could make and landed on Illidan Stormrage from World of Warcraft. There was so much more I could do; make horns, wings, even his warglaives. So baby Illidan was born!

It took me 4 months to follow the whole pattern, which I followed very closely. I only skipped the ears since Illidan has elf ears. I took guesses from my Twitch chat as to how many stitches they thought were in this baby. A couple people were extremely close, within 100 stitches. It ended up being 15,189 stitches! And he was tall too; he’s the biggest amigurumi I have made, besides Dave the Psyduck, at 18 inches and this wasn’t even his final form!

This is what 15,189 stitches looks like

Me trying to explain the epic-ness of this project to everyone who thought it was creepy

The rest of this blog post will serve as a written version of the process I went through to create this beast. It will give you a general idea on how I transformed this weird purple baby into an awesome baby Illidan that the world wasn’t prepared for. You know, so you can make your own. Or simply be amazed at how I did this. BUT! I’ll also include a link to the live videos I recorded and a PDF notes version which includes the patterns for all the parts I took notes on.

Watch the ‘making of’ videos on Twitch

Download the PDF notes

Full gallery is at the bottom of this post!

How I made baby Illidan.

The first change I made to the pattern was making the eyes completely green. I still followed the same pattern, and honestly I could’ve made the eyes in any color because I ended up covering them with felt anyway.

The only other change I made to the pattern was skipping the ears entirely. I came up with an elf ear pattern instead. But the first thing I did to transform him into Illidan was covering up that face.

Face Mask

I made a long chain, from ear to ear across the forehead and single crocheted for a few rows until I reached the eyes. Then I made more chains to create the space for each eye to show through. I single crocheted a few more rows until it sat just above the nose. This took a lot of guessing and measuring as I went. The sewing for this part was quite tedious as I sewed the entire thing, even the eye holes so they would stay in place.

Ears

The pattern for these is in the document. They may not fit your baby if you follow the notes exactly, but you can get an idea of the shape I was going for and adjust it for the size you want.

Hair Cap & Hair

Using black yarn and a bigger hook (so it wouldn’t take as long), I created a bowl shape to cover the top of his head. I made sure it sat just above the ears and created a subtle ‘V’ shape in the middle of the forehead. To do that, just do something like ‘hdc, dc, tr, dc, hdc’ in the middle of the last round of the cap.

I sewed this cap to the head and then cut lots of LONG strands of black yarn for the hair. Mine were something like 2 feet long each and there was probably 50 of them. I folded each strand in half and then painstakingly attached (okay, it really wasn’t that bad, I just dislike making hair) each one around the edge of the entire cap (skipping two small areas where I wanted the horns to go). You just want to make sure it is thick enough to cover up the cap.

I gathered all of the hair on top of his head and wrapped a small band of brown yarn around it to secure it in a ponytail. The hair ended up being the perfect length and he didn’t even need a haircut!

Horns

I used a charcoal gray color for these and they are structured with polyfill and some pipe cleaners inside so they keep their shape. The pattern for these is in the document!

Wings

These were easily the most complicated part. I drew them out on a piece of paper first to make sure I’d get the size right. Then I used that as a template to create the shapes. You can see this whole process happening at this part of the video series. The flat sections in between the purple tubes were made up of two flat panels single crocheted together. The border around really helped when it came to sewing them to the tubes. They are far from perfect, but the notes are in the doc in case you wanted to try them out.

Pants

Using brown yarn, I made a chain long enough to go around his waist, above his belly button. Then I joined it together and single crocheted in rounds until I got to the legs. I found the halfway point for the whole round and joined it together so I had two holes, one for each leg. I made enough rounds for one leg until the pants were the length I wanted and then did the other leg. I didn’t put them on until they were all done. They were pretty tight but that meant I didn’t have to sew them on 🙌.

With fuzzy brown yarn, I made the belt. Started the same way with the pants, but only made like 5 or 6 rounds. Then I attached it to the top of the pants, leaving the bottom part free.

The fabric flaps were made with sage green yarn and then gold surface slip stitches for the detailing. I didn’t take any notes for these but there are two smaller flaps on each hip sewed underneath the furry belt. The middle flap is sewed on top of the belt so it looks like it is folded up and over the pants.

Bracers

I thought I took notes on these, but now that I think about it, I guess I just winged it for each one. I made a brown chain long enough to wrap around the thickest part of the forearm then joined it together and started working in rounds. To create the texture, I used front/back loop only techniques. When I reached the back of the hand, I made a few rows just to cover it and then made a chain to wrap around the thumb. This is a detail you can’t really see unless you see him in person, but it helps make it look more impressive!

Warglaives

Ok, maybe I lied about which part was the hardest. These are definitely the most complicated. They are sort of made the same way as the wings, but more detailed. Also ignore the awful needle felting job 🙈. I added the lime green felt last minute because I wanted the weapons to stand out a bit more. I made 8 green panels all with the same pattern (it’s in the PDF) and sandwiched them together to make 4 blades. These were sewn to the gray center parts, which were also made up of 2 panels each and detailed with felt. I attached these to the bracers and then made another chain that wrapped around his hand so he’s actually holding on to something. Another thing you don’t really see unless you see him in person. It’s all in the details!

Arcane Tattoos

This was a really fun part to do and really made the entire character to be honest. I cut out pieces of lime green felt and needle felted them on. At first, I tried felting a lighter color yarn on top of it to create a highlight, but it wasn’t quite the right color and it didn’t work. So I took the lime green yarn I used for the warglaives, which was a shade darker than the felt, and needle felted that as an outline for each piece. The eyes were detailed in the same way. It really helped them pop.

  Front view

Side view

Back view

Close up detail

So what once was this strange looking purple baby has now become one epic piece of crochet wizardry! And it hilariously took 9 months to make him…😂 I have no intentions of selling him, but I have a few ideas of what to do with him other than keeping him for myself. One option would be to have a charity auction for him with all proceeds going to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. Another option would be to find a kid at St. Jude who just freaking LOVES World of Warcraft and would be over the moon to receive Illidan as a gift. Or I could just donate it to St. Jude so they can display it where the kids could really enjoy his presence. I’d be fine with any of these options, but I need to get in contact with some people first to see if any of them are doable.

Thanks for coming to my very lengthy post about the making of this project. It was an incredible journey and I am so glad it was made possible by the love my community has for fundraising for the kids. I hope I can continue to inspire epic projects like this and get you thinking about how you can use your love of crochet to bridge the gap between video games and fiber art. And help a wonderful cause at the same time. For the kids!

The Baby Illidan Project Why did I make this thing? If you missed this baby's origin story, here it is.

#diy #how it&039;s made #how to #illidan #st jude #stjude #stjude playlive #tutorial #world of warcraft #wow classic

[diguerra-moved]

Okay - so I admit I am a little out of date on Malfurion, but I always *despised* him. Like, really, imho Tyrande deserves so much better than him. Illidan would have been better. Maiev. THALYSSRA EVEN. So... Convince me I'm wrong?

RANDOM ASKS // always accepting.

You… literally came to the worst person for this because anyone who has ever seen me talk about Malfurion knows I hate him. He’s probably my least favorite character in the entirety of Warcraft. And if it doesn’t seem like that when I write Tyrande it’s just because she’s so insistent in her love for him that I swallow my disgust and write what she wants me to write.

My personal stance is actually precisely that: she deserved infinitely better than him. Illidan would have been better. Maiev in a enemies to friends to lovers sort of way? Gold. Thalyssra, Jaina, literally anyone else — or Tyrande being a single icon — would have been better than Malfurion.

Without even going as far as talking about his character, but focusing only on their relationship, he really doesn’t deserve her, and he never did anything to even try. Tyrande never wanted to be a leader and he knew that, and he had been more of the leading person in their efforts against Azshara during the War of the Ancients than Tyrande, and yet when the war ended and their people needed a leader he left everything for her to deal with — even though Tyrande asked him to stay. He left to sleep and do stuff in the Emerald Dream instead of staying with his people, and the woman he supposedly loved, for TEN THOUSAND YEARS. Illidan was imprisoned; Malfurion made a choice. 

And sure, that was a long time ago. Maybe he got better with time. Maybe he treated her right at least. But Warcraft 3 showed us he thought she had to obey him when she brings up releasing Illidan and he forbids her to, which Tyrande obviously doesn’t submit to. Later on, when they’re chasing Illidan with Maiev, Malfurion literally leaves the two of them alone to continue hunting him while he goes do nature stuff, even knowing they despise each other and that there was no way in hell it would work.

And even then, someone might say but maybe in recent Warcraft lore he got better. Not really. Malfurion only saw fit to marry her by Cataclysm. Speaking of which, I will never forgive the way he acted in Seeds of Faith – when Tyrande is consumed by worry for Shandris, because she was in one of the dangerous zones, and he just refused to go with her. She was literally on the verge of having a breakdown because her daughter might be dead, and all he did was act like oh, I’ve been away from our people from so long, I should stay here like he didn’t do when she asked him to stay. He let Tyrande leave alone in the middle of a terrible storm to look for her possibly dead daughter on her own. He showed up later, yeah, but was it really that difficult to say ‘I can’t go in this very moment but I’m going with you as soon as I can’ AT LEAST?

asiudfhaiusfhiu I am so sorry because you asked me one thing and I gave you the complete opposite but like… Malfurion is garbage we don’t defend him in my house.

#Tyrande defends him though #idk I can't even explain why she loves him she just really loves him #bad taste I suppose #raerns #anti malfurion #* out of character: the mun / JUST YOUR LOCAL ANXIOUS NERD.

[chenria]

5, 14, 27, 33 for Brianne!

Ohhh!! Thank you for questions for Bri!!!

5. What is a secret that they have?Oh my... where do we start? She has actually a lot of secrets... She did things she’s not really proud of... But the secret she kept more or less all of her life is that she betrayed her people... when she went with Kael’thas and some other elves to the Outland. When she found out that he made a pact with Illidan she told him that it was madness, that nothing good would come out of it... but Kael’thas dismissed her worries and mocked her fears. That’s when Brianne realized that she couldn’t save the man she loved... and she left. 

14. What is something that never fails to make them excited?Actually the floating islands of Nagrand in Outland. There she can forget about everything for a moment. When it’s just her and Loki (her fox) and the sky above them. It’s not excitement that gets her agitated... but more the excitement that she can go back there and just be herself with her thoughts and not needing to meet anyone’s expectations. Later she feels a similar excitement for Dalaran... but it’s way more crowded... so less being herself. But the fact that it FLOATS!!!

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?There is a scar on her left shoulder... it’s a reminder that Khadgar turned back time so she wouldn’t die... she got it during a campaign when they pressed to retake Draenor. She had been distracted for just a moment when she was stabbed from the back. There had been the taste of blood in her mouth and she felt the life drain from her body... but all of a sudden everything stopped and she felt pulled back. She only heard Khadgar’s voice in her head telling her that she would be needed for greater things... and he turned back time just a few seconds. Enough for her to duck and the blade hit her shoulder-blade instead of her lungs. That was a wound magic could heal... but she kept the scar - as a reminder how fast things could be over. 

33. Do they have a signature accessory?She has a necklace with a locket Khadgar once gave her. She never takes it off... when the locket is opened Khadgar knows that she wants to contact him and he finds a way to communicate with her. Brianne also wears an old family heirloom... a ring her mother once gave her that belonged to her grandfather. The legacy of the house of Darkwater is long forgotten and nobody remembers its former greatness. The ring is more or less all that’s left of the noble house. The House of Darkwater fell when the Scourge attacked and Brianne is the only living member of the once great family. 

#wow oc: brianne #wow headcanons #highexarchs

[archmage--khadgar]

(In other news, Illidan was in my dream at one point last night. And there’s nothing more hilarious than the two of us trying to have a serious conversation about some big ol’magical world issue at a dream rendition of my grandparent’s house, my mom is snooping around. And Illidan just sighs and asks...”Is there somewhere we can go, where you mother can’t spy on us?”  and I 100% loved it. The next best part was trying to find a place where there was enough space for him to hide while we spoke but people kept BUTTING IN rudely, because they’d hear a male voice and thought I was trying to hide a new boyfriend or something and wanted to meet him. At one point, I don’t know what the fuck he was hiding in, but he was up above me, and these people started getting REALLY rude about not wanting to leave until the saw who I was talking to. “Fine. I’m talking to Illidan.” “Are you two fucking roleplaying or something?” “No. I’m literally talking to Illidan. Right now.” And Illidan jumps down and the others LOOSE THEIR SHIT that Illidan is real and they kind of run out in terror. )

#ooc

[starbunne]

my story for any who want to know more about who i am

Hi Thanks for taking the time to read this! I have never typed my own bio, so it might be kinda long or weird...lol idk just stop reading now if you have a negative mind. These are my experiences, and please don’t try and question them. Sorry there is no click-link to view my life, you will just have to accept it or move on!

world of warcraft

as young lass, I checked my mailbox, Burning Crusade free trial! My days as normie girl child officially end here. 

I started as a resto/feral druid. Took me one month to find out how to leave the teldrassil area, another week-two to find the dungeon and battleground ques. I remember being genuinely scared of the Stockade loading screen, child excitement...one day randomly got into Arathi Basin battleground and STK (steel talon knights) Talison was on my team. I had no clue who that was, or what that meant for me later, but he was a feral druid, I was resto tree druid, and we held the blacksmith 2v8, or something like that. Next thing I know I am in the arena, and Talison is my partner, teaching me the ways of claw and fang, (lmao am weird) that was a great year. 

I got invited into the raiding community, and decided to server exchange Illidan to pursue hardcore raiding and arena environments full time. I switched to Discipline priest, asked my little sister to name my blood elf for goodluck, and I joined a guild called Shadow Warriors, raided for 6-8months with them. On the side, I was always grinding arena. At a certain point, my arena ranking was very high, and my skill as a healer was growing. It was time for me to leave SW, and find a guild that was further in progression raiding. 

Trial'd with Angry and found my warcraft home. Stingray and Aurora were the best officers, Much Love. True Leadership. This was before the introduction of modern day e-sports, and the guilds of Illidan reigned for years untouched by corruption. We raided together, pvp’d together, and came together as guild-houses to lend our best players to the imperial house Blood Legion so they could keep our server at the forefront of the world’s progression. After two amazing years with Angry, a Herald of the Titans title, and an Ashes of Al’ar mount, the officers from Raiding Rainbows approached me in Orgrimmar and offered me a healer spot, when I was ready to take it. I stayed on for one more season, before leaving Angry and heading off on my own again.

Raiding Rainbows was overall shorter experience. My mother passed away that year, she was hit by a drunk driver, and I was not able to stay with RR as long as I had hoped. I had to take care of myself irl. When I had more free time, I joined Blood Legion Special Ops guild, and started playing in the new esports driven raid environments. I was invited to the Blood Legion house in Huntington Beach, and got to meet some of the people I knew from the game, but I was very young, and very shy, and didn’t talk much. <3 I was invited to the Blizzard launch party for the panda xpac, and we all stood outside the spectrum in Irvine, watching Blood Legion on stage, wearing BL shirts, and overall it was one of the most magical times in my life. I tear up when I think of how young and happy I was, and the future of esports, and my road through it was just beginning. 

Starcraft

I was very young and struggled when my mom passed away, so I ended up walking away from world of warcraft. Personal reasons, like earning a degree,  some of it being I felt guilty for the time I had spent playing it, that I could not get back, and how that connected to my mother. I started playing Starcraft 2, Wings of Liberty during my free time from wow, and decided to stick with it. SC2 was probably the most fun and least serious time I spent in the industry. I played ladder and worked during the week, and on the weekend, went out with my sister and our esports circle, being young, loving life. I ended up with a few amazing jobs in the scene, I worked at ESL, had collabs with computer manufacture brands, redbull esports hired me to throw, and host the afterparty, at Red Bull Battleground invitational in NYC. They sent me 6 tickets to bring friends to the NYC battlegrounds. I was traveling constantly between, Seattle, Portland, Cali, NYC, and Vegas. I met some amazing people during this time. 

I had an unforgettable Blizzcon that year with my friends in the starcraft and warcraft scenes. Wearing cat ears and combat boots in the hilton lobby, as we gathered like something out of hogwarts. Meeting Jaedong and taking pictures with him at Yardhouse, visiting my friends at the Blood Legion house during Blizzcon, Hungover lunches with Apollo, JD, and Nathanias, partying all night with the sc2 players, the amazing stages during the matches, staying with Kaelaris in Cologne after Blizzcon was over, and making a few life-long friends. I still appreciate the irl connections I made then. 

Heroes of the Storm

I was given an alpha code by idra, who I knew irl. I learned how to play, and played with him, and his team mate, Faye. About one year passes, I was offered numerous modeling contracts irl, so I took a break from the game to work as an elite runway model. 

I walked for New York Fashion Week, Miami Swim Week, and slightly dominated the LA runway scene, just a little bit, lol! I made good money, and did some amazing underwater modeling/ free diving photography with National Geographic photographers. I was the host on FNL (fashion news live) on amazon prime, I was invited to represent the USA as Miss USA (MAPI, a pageant held by the Miss Universe organization) in the Philippines. I pushed my self during these years to explore my potential outside of gaming, but my heart’s calling was unanswered, and after a while, my step-sister passed suddenly from diabetic coma, all these bright things began to fade, and overall I felt un-satisfied. I wanted to fulfill my child dream, the one I had walked away from years before. 

I started playing HOTS again. I hit GM#1, I had been masters and rank 1 since the start. During this time, when I was GM#59, I met my bf who was a south korean semi-pro hots player and in master league. We played everyday. He ended up moving in with me at one point in California. He had some drinking problems unfortunately, that he had set aside at the start of our relationship, but re-surfaced later, and his family was part of some south korean Moonie cult, so it didn’t work out. I left for Seoul, to work with GenG at a local pcbang. My job was to wear the GenG jersey while playing on my hots account with GenG tags in game at the pcbang. This is where I discovered my love for hearthstone, since the masters qualifiers for Seoul were happening in town, and it was an exciting time for everyone there. 

Hearthstone

I fell in love right away. I made some weird hunter deck full of dinosaurs and somehow made it work while playing Phil Collins, Tarzan soundtrack. When I hit rank 3 shortly after, as murloc shaman, I decided it was time to tryout for the Hearthstone Master’s Tour. I went to the qualifiers while hitting legendary. 

When covid hit I took a break from Hearthstone, and pursuing a career there. I had a miscarriage irl, and needed time to get healthy again. I met my current bf, an audio engineer at blizzard. He lives 10min down the street from me, and our mutual friend an ex-employee introduced us. We spent a lot of time together connecting outside of vgs. He is my ufo buddy and teddy bear these days :P 

Today

it has been so many years, and I have truly lived a thousand lives. 

I am at my happiest, most fulfilled self. I work with a skincare company on the beach, I have my own skincare products. I’m a master chef when I want to be. 

I never planned on living here, and in this town, in southern California, The exact place where I stood as a child, looking up starry eyed at the launch party stage that night. My bf has lived here his entire life, he played at the same time as me, yet we never met then, but years and years after....

I know my road, and I know where I went wrong. I know what I want from my future. It’s in this time, that I will claim it. Be it this year or next, I know what my heart seeks, my feet follow. 

[hoxadrine-writes]

And so, this was born:

Surfas: Endearment for “love”.  Kal-tora(i): Literal: “Birth night”. (Trivia: Kaldorei celebrate birthdays every 100 years)

The traditional hunting ritual—or to the youngsters, mostly known as the Doe Hunt—has always somehow worn Mylenne down over the years. Luckily it was a once per fifty years event, yet that didn’t take away the fact of how tiring it always was, and that last one has been no exception. As for being one of the most skillful huntresses among her fellow Sisters, that usually left her in charge of the novices, up to help them sort out directions and weapons of choice, but even the Goddess knows how hard it is for her to really put up with adolescents.

Her mate seems to have had a long evening as well, neither having the strength to go on a conversation as she drops herself over the chair in the dining room of Illidan’s small house, giving him a tiresome smile in thanks after he hands her a plate with her meal. Sure thing—and as Suramari tradition demands—that morning they have deer.

No words are spoken for a while, until an odd flavor reaches her tongue after having her first piece of meat. “This is…” She chews some more until definitely can’t take it anymore, nearly spitting the meat over her plate as the disgusting taste travels down her throat. “Is this smoked?”

Illidan blinks twice, not amused and seeming to carefully pick up his words. “Yes. We like it this way.” He deadpans before taking another bite as if to prove his point.

“No, I don’t. And if I recall it correctly, I’ve told you I can’t have smoked meat.” Mylenne clenches her jaw, summoning all the remaining strength she has so to not snap at him over something that surely may be a misunderstanding. “Several times, at least…”

“We eat smoked ham all the time, surfas. I don’t see any difference with deer.”

“What!?” Her eyes blow wide, dropping the fork on the plate as if it just burned her hand, her stomach feeling like churning at the mere thought.

For the matter, that doesn’t spark any reaction whatsoever in him. “It’s all there is, though. So you can either starve or cook yourself something for once, take your pick…” He shrugs, genuinely uninterested, focusing on his meal as if he hadn’t said anything relevant at all.

Mylenne gives him a very heated look, to some extent thankful for not having any true magic skill—or else his cobalt ponytail would be bursting up in flames by then. “Illidan Stormrage, I can’t believe you right now.” Her awful mood shows up, brows knitting together. “Can’t you at least look at my face when I’m talking to you?”

Illidan complies—somewhat mockingly, though—straightening his back and hands relaxing at the sides of his meal, absolutely no emotion in his face as he finally meets her eyes. “I’m all ears, Milady.”

His aloofness starts getting the best of her, an attitude that can’t possibly relate in any way with the man before her. Yet still, Mylenne summons all her resolve to not shove her food straight to his face in her upset state. “Don’t you remember the dinner we had at Lord Blackforest? When you had to drag me home because my stomach hurt as much as I couldn’t stand up straight?”

“Ah, so that’s what happened,” Illidan fakes surprise after taking a sip from his glass, “And no, I can’t possibly remember, because I wasn’t invited…” His fingers tap calmly on the wooden table, golden eyes glaring ever so briefly.

“Oh, you’re right.” His long nails make an awful sound that makes the small hairs on her back stand straight, a disgusting shiver coursing through her spine. “But you can’t still be mad at that, it was twenty-five years ago!”

“And to put up with that, you brought Jarod to Lady Ravencrest’s kal-tora…” Illidan points out with a quirk of his brow, stopping his tapping and then dragging his nails over the table, his gaze unrelenting—almost as if he’s testing her patience.

“How could I not? He was requested by Lady Illysanna’s father! It’s not like I could say—argh, stop doing that!” Definitely losing it, Mylenne fists the table in her frustration, sharp fangs showing menacingly.

He doesn’t startle in the slightest, yet opts to comply and raises his palms a moment later. It’s the nonchalant manner and the ever so subtle corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk what prompts Mylenne to suspicion, however. “Are you trying to get back at me? Is that it?”  

“Maybe so?” His eyes travel elsewhere, amusement glinting in them and giving him away. Luckily it doesn’t last that long, a soft sigh following. “But… no, not really. In all honesty, I forgot you can’t eat smoked meat.” His lips purse in apparent regret, leaning forward over the table to take her hand in his, still balled up in a fist. “I’m sorry, love. Can you forgive me for such atrocity?”

Mylenne snorts at his tone, shoulders hunching down in both defeat and admission. They can’t be really having an argument over something as silly; she’s willing to give him that.

“Yes, surfas, of course. And I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Uncurling her hand, she intertwines their fingers together, her gaze losing in the way of how different their hands are—his palm doubling the size of hers, her nimble fingers seeming to disappear under his. “I’m exhausted and it’s been a really long night,”

He hums in understanding, a thumb tenderly scratching the back of her hand. “Maiev is still not giving you any respite, isn’t it?”

“No. She’s been like this ever since we all got together at Vanthir’s,” After a long, tiring breath, she gives Illidan a peck on his knuckles before dropping his hand and leaving him to his meal once again. “I really don’t know what’s gotten into her. It seems she’s mad at me, but I can’t figure out why…”

“Is that so?” His tone gives no indication of concern or surprise, though, “You really can’t imagine why?”

A violet brow quirks up in question, bringing her glass of water to her lips. “No? And what are you insinuating, love?” All her thoughts are lost in the course of a mere second, spitting her water all over the floor. “Ack! Really—Moonwell water!? Are you trying to kill me, Stormrage!?”

His wholehearted cackles reverberate all over the dining room, full of true mirth, unequivocally confirming her suspicions. “I knew you’d fall for that! I—hahaha!” Not appearing to help it, he doubles over, holding his stomach with both hands. “Oh, love, you should’ve looked at your face!”

“… Just so you know, you’re sleeping on the couch today.”

#Starsurge drabbles #Illidan Stormrage/OC #Mylenne Stareye #Starsurge 'verse #Warcraft fanfiction #Completely random as it is! #Have me pulling out drabbles out of the silliest things ever

[katieskarlette]

Warcraft Chronicle Vol. III -- A Reaction Post

This is kind of late, but I finally was able to read Warcraft Chronicle, Volume III and wanted to share my thoughts/notes.  This is mostly about the black dragonflight, but I touch on a few other topics, too.

We learn that both Onyxia and Nefarian were in Lordaeron with “Daval Prestor,” helping him manipulate the humans.  It doesn’t say what name Nefarian was going by, or if his mortal guise was the same one we’re familiar with in-game. 

Onyxia used her “Katrana Prestor” identity then, which raises lots of questions/issues.

In Day of the Dragon “Daval” claims to be the only living member of House Prestor.  This is apparently retconned now.

What relation did “Katrana” claim to be to “Daval?”  She couldn’t have been his daughter, as “Daval” was described as a young man, so he couldn’t have had a daughter “Katrana’s” age.  And we know “Katrana” was an adult then because she was influential among the Lordaeron nobility, who wouldn’t have taken her seriously if she appeared to be a young girl.

Wasn’t it kind of risky to continue to use the Prestor name after “Daval” disappeared so suddenly and mysteriously?  I suppose “Katrana” could have feigned total ignorance and pretended to be grieving too hard to talk about it, but if there was any suspicion about “Daval’s” motives, it would make her work harder.  I guess it turned out to be a non-issue, but it strikes me as precarious.

Maintaining a mortal identity for that many years may have required her to alter her shapeshifting slightly to make “Katrana” age.

Regardless, there’s fanfic potential galore there, with Deathwing and his two most infamous children lurking around Lordaeron, getting up to mischief.

I wonder if Onyxia was sneaking off to maintain her lair in Dustwallow then, too, like she did during her time in Stormwind.  It’s tough being a working mom.

This also means Varian Wrynn would have known “Katrana Prestor,” at least in passing, from his time in Lordaeron--much earlier than we thought.  That may have made it easier for him to trust her.

Moving on to the Cataclysm era...

“Thousands” died in the Shattering (when Deathwing burst forth at the start of Cataclysm.)

“N’zoth stoked the fire in Deathwing’s veins, filling him with excruciating pain.”  :(  *puts on her fire resist gear and hugs the poor guy*

The Twilight Highlands were just called “The Highlands” before Cataclysm.  I prefer my headcanon “Modan Highlands,” but okay.

It was Twilight cultists who resurrected Nefarian and Sinestra, not Deathwing directly.  “The dragons retained a sliver of their former personalities, but they were now obedient servants of the Twilight’s Hammer.”  *also hugs them fiercely*  

After being raised as undead, Nefarian “forged a new generation of chromatic dragons.”  Uh...this isn’t hinted at in game anywhere, unless you figure that Experiment 12-B was an example of this chromatic flight 2.0.  (I wouldn’t know because it never drops for me despite regularly farming it for years asljk;jl;atbjatkl;jafjkl;a;jklga)

Nefarian doesn’t get an entry in the index, but Onyxia does.  Harumph.  There’s no Rheastrasza, either, though, so he’s in good company.  :P

The book implies that Deathwing burned Stormwind to make the people so terrified that it would be easier for Benedictus to lure them into the Twilight Cult’s influence.  No mention of retrieving Onyxia’s head.  Okaaaaaay...

Deathwing led a force of Twilight’s Hammer cultists in “a great ritual” to summon Ragnaros to Hyjal and open a rift to the Firelands.  (I guess I’ve always been too busy cringing at the green drake’s voice acting to notice the cultists there when I do the intro to Hyjal.)  ;)

There were “hundreds” of Twilight dragons in Sinestra’s brood.

“Hundreds” of Twilight cultists and Twilight dragons died at Wyrmrest in the Dragon Soul raid.  No word on the death tolls from the other flights.

Re: what Thrall and the Aspects did to Deathwing with the Dragon Soul:  “The explosive power annihilated his tormented mind and body.”  *resumes hugging him*  :(  Seriously, I was glad the book pointed out both Deathwing’s immense suffering, and the fact that the Old Gods were controlling him for their own purposes and would have discarded him when they had no more use for him, because that all jives with my headcanons and fanfics.

Other stuff, mostly non-dragon-related:

After Tortheldrin and Immol’thar’s deaths, the remaining highborne fled Eldre’thalas (Dire Maul) and “spent years wandering the wilds, trying to wean themselves off demonic power” to “feel whole again.”

I don’t remember if we knew this before or not, but it was the Aspects who put the vrykul into hibernation to keep them from conquering the world.  (Which worked fine until the darn Lich King started waking them up.)

The Dreadlords built Icecrown Citadel.  Later on the Lich King came to admire the Nerubian style and incorporated it into his ziggurats and other architecture.

The book says Arthas made landfall in Northrend in the Howling Fjord, but in-game the spot is in the Dragonblight--i.e. two zones over.

It was the Old Gods who told the naga to answer Illidan’s summons in WCIII, not Azshara directly.  They wanted to stir up chaos as a distraction for Cho’Gall and the Twilight’s Hammer, who were trying to awaken C’thun.  (I preferred Azshara pulling the strings and personally sending Vashj to protect her interests along the way, but okay.)

“Nearly 80%” of gnomes died in a matter of days when Thermaplugg irradiated Gnomeregan.  Damn.

[Trigger warning:  the next two paragraphs vaguely mention rape, or at least dubious consent.]

After over a decade of speculation about the exact nature of Dagran and Moira’s relationship, Chronicle III tells us that he did kidnap her to use for ransom (i.e. it wasn’t a case of her arranging a mock kidnapping to escape her father’s stifling influence) but he soon fell in love with her “sharp wit and strong will” and the way she wasn’t intimidated by her predicament.  He related to her chafing under her father’s restrictions, because he felt the Old Gods’ influence was similarly limiting the Dark Irons’ destiny.

Apparently Moira did genuinely fall in love with him, too, (and her actions in the years since bear that out), although one cannot help but be a bit uncomfortable about how much choice she really had in the matter to begin with...

Others have already compiled lists of the new canon about which faction gets credit for which dungeon in lore, but I jotted down a few so I might as well include my notes here.

Horde got credit for Murozond, and the Alliance did the War of the Ancients dungeon to retrieve the Dragon Soul.  Molten Core was considered a victory by the Hydraxian Waterlords, using mercenaries of whichever faction showed up.

Vanilla Naxxramas = Alliance

AQ20 = Horde

AQ40 / C’thun = Alliance

Vanilla Zul’Gurub = Horde

Dire Maul = Horde

Maraudon = Horde

Wailing Caverns = Horde

Sunken Temple = Alliance

#deathwing #onyxia #black dragonflight #warcraft chronicle #warcraft chronicle spoilers #Twilight dragonflight #scary old god stuff #nefarian #Moira Thaurissan #naga #and others

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #308

“you don’t need treats, and you don’t need tricks, and you don’t need me.”

Middle name? Marie. Or Marie Catherine, if we're technical, but as someone who loooong left Catholicism and never even agreed with many aspects of it in the first place, I don't like to include it. If you're confused, there's a ceremony called Confirmation, and while I honestly don't even remember the details of it, you adopt the name of a saint you want to stand for, kinda. I chose Catherine just because I liked the name outta my other options. Democrat/republican/other? I classify myself as Independent because I really don't relate well enough to either, but I do know I'm becoming more and more liberal with time. Do you dress according to your mood? My mood? No. I dress with what I feel like wearing at that time, but my actual mood has nothing to do with it. Are you good at doing hair/make up? No. Are you always worried or stressed about something? 24/7, my friend. Can you swim? Yeah. Are you afraid of needles? I don't like them, but I'm not afraid of them. How many kids do you want? Zero. Long/short nails? I keep mine short. Do you like wearing hats? No. Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? Nah, I loved seeing Santa as a kid. :') Would you consider yourself clumsy? I am RIDICULOUSLY clumsy. Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? In concept, but I ain't easy to pick up anymore lmao. Do you like hairless cats? I do!! Females, anyway, for... obvious reasons lol. Not having fur makes some things waaay too ~obvious~ otherwise. I would love a sphynx. Do you like the color yellow? No; it's actually one of my most disliked colors. Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball? Yeah. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? Not by a dentist, no, just by myself as a kid when I was losing my baby teeth. When someone says don’t look do you look? It depends on why they're telling me to not look. Have you ever played spin the bottle? No. If you had to name three important details about you, what would you say? I'm a very emotional person, I need a lot of "me" time, and to be aware of my social anxiety so not every interaction I have is perceived as just a dumpster fire. What are your three biggest insecurities? My creativity, my goddamn body, and my lack of social skills. If you could write anonymous letters to three people, who would you send it to and what would you say? Ummm. I can only think of people I miss and don't WANT to be anonymous... Favorite photo of yourself? A senior prom picture I don't have anymore. I looked so, so happy and fuck my low self-esteem, gorgeous. Who are you disappointed with right now? I'm like, permanently disappointed in myself lol. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? No. My minimum is 21. What question do you hate to answer? "Are you a virgin?" because it's just a confusing answer. It doesn't sound like one at all, but trust me on this. The subject of sex just makes me uncomfortable anyway, so even if I was confident in the answer, I wouldn't want to talk about it. What’s your most listened to song? I don't have a way of actually finding that out, but I'd say I've been listening to "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli quite a lot lately. If you were a performing artist, what would you title your first album? I mean, I don't know. It would depend on what was going on in my life and head at the time. If someone told you you could give one person a present and your budget was unlimited–what present would you get and for whom? A nice car for Mom. She's had the same shitty car for yeeeeeaaaaarrrrrssssss now because she just can't afford a new one; hell, this one was free. A dance friend hit a deer, so the front of the car is messed up, and she bought a new one, but because the car itself was still functional, she gave it to my mom. Mom is so loved at the studio. The car just has various issues by this point, like trouble starting, accelerating, it's bumpy, etc., so it's way past time for a new one. Do you like licorice? NOOOOOOOOOO that's a big 'ole "ew." Have you ever visited your country’s capital city? No, but I've seen it from a distance when riding up to NY. When was the last time you were outdoors for over an hour? WOW. I couldn't even try to guess. What is the shortest amount of time you’ve lived somewhere? The house I was born into. I actually don't know how long Mom and Dad lived there, but I was only in that house as a very little baby. I have zero memories of it. What’s your favorite kind of mint? (Peppermint/wintergreen/spearmint/etc.) ... There's a difference? lol I guess peppermint? What was the last thing to frustrate you? I wanted to draw yesterday, but I didn't know what to draw to even get started. Have you ever been to a bachelor or bachelorette party? No. Did any of your family members serve in WWII? I don't believe so? Well... maybe my grampa did? I don't remember. What’s your favorite kind of salad? Gimme an Olive Garden salad and I will deadass eat the whole bowl. Are you more realistic or idealistic? I'd say I'm more realistic with most things. Are you currently borrowing something from someone? No. Is anyone currently borrowing anything from you? No. What is your last name’s heritage/country of origin? Ireland. When did you last buy a new pair of shoes? What kind? I got new flipflops a year or so back because my old Rainbows were so worn out and blackened my feet. Have you ever experienced culture shock while traveling? If so, where? No. Are you able to see the stars at night where you live? I actually haven't checked since moving here. We're in the suburbs though, so it's questionable. Do you include your middle initial in your signature? Not unless it's required, usually. I think. When's the last time I physically signed anything, anyway? What brand of computer do you have? It's an Acer Nitro. What operating system does that computer run? Windows 10. What’s the oldest piece of clothing that you still own and wear? I don't really know, given how much my weight has fluctuated. Went drastically up, went down, now it's back up. .-. I still own a handful of shirts I want to "shrink back into" from late HS and early college times, but yeah, I don't know if I'll actually achieve that. Is the area in which you live flat, hilly, or mountainous? Flat as my ass. What is your significant other or best friend’s ring tone? No one on my phone has a "special" ringtone. Where do you keep your hair brush? There's a comb I use in a drawer in the bathroom. Which pair of shoes have you owned the longest? Multiple pairs of Converse, also from high school. When’s the last time you were sick at the same time as someone else? I'm very happy to say I don't even recall the last time I was sick. My immune system is the fuckin GOAT. What did you have for breakfast this morning? A pb&j. We've got very little rn, but thankfully Mom's picking up our Wal-Mart order today. Last time you were in pain? If I'm standing, you can bet my legs hurt, so. What color is your mom’s hair? It's growing back totally gray now. Is that also your hair color? Well, no, I'm only 25. Do you watch any daily vloggers on YouTube? Who? No. I watch people who vlog occasionally, but not regularly. It's gotta be people I'm very into to really be interested in vlogs. What room of your house do you usually do your surveys in? Sigh, I'm always in my bedroom. Really hoping Mom and I muster up the motivation to clean up the extra room soon to turn it into my "dayroom" or "office," if you will. What do you put on your tacos? I hate tacos. What is your favorite stuffed animal and where did you get it? I have a bittersweet connection to the adorable plush meerkat Jason gave me for Valentine's our first year together; I always slept with it when we were together by apart, and for a year or so after the breakup. It was a source of comfort for me, so I'm really fond of it. Fella's fur is so worn out and matted down with age and lots of love. He's on my dresser now, towards the front of all my plushies. Last thing you hung up on your wall? My Illidan poster, I believe. Do you have a full length mirror? Yeah, on the back of my door. Is it currently raining? No, finally. It's been raining for like a fuckin week, it seems like. It's finally a clear day. It's nice to hear birds outside. Does anyone you live with talk in their sleep? Does this happen often? I'M the one doing the talking/screaming in my sleep. Thanks, nightmares. When was the last time you cried, or felt tearful? I'm not positive, but I know I had a pretty rough PTSD night not too long ago where I teared up. Did you wake up with a song stuck in your head today? What was it? Ohhh yes; I've been listening to Mother Mother's "Ghosting" on repeat because it's jammed up there. When was the last time you used moisturiser or lotion of some kind? Not too long ago on my hands. They get dry this time of year, and besides, I wash my hands a lot nowadays especially. What was the last thing you owned, that was accidentally broken or damaged? Were you able to get it fixed? My laptop, and yes. Tell me about the last dream you recall having. Was it weird, amusing, etc. So this is pretty wild. I know I had a nightmare last night, but I don't remember it; the night before, however, I had a nightmare about a possibly rabid and ginormous rat (I mean like, smaller dog sized) in the house and trying to bite me. It was SUPER weird, because I was actually afraid of it, yet I absolutely adore rats in real life. What was the last video you watched on YouTube? I've really gotten into John Wolfe (a let's player) lately, and I'm going through his The Evil Within playthrough. Do your parents use any social media at all? My mom has a Facebook, and hilariously, Dad has a Snapchat to talk with my sister Nicole. He has no clue what he's doing with it and it's adorable, haha. Mom also has a Twitter, but she doesn't use it. Is there anyone in your life who regularly asks how your day has been? Regularly, no. I've always been that person, especially in the WoW guild I'm in. I'm very close and comfortable with them and ask how everyone's doing any time I log on. Lovely people who give me some social interaction every day. Tell me something positive about the day you've had. It's still early, but once again, it's pretty and bright outside. Why do you prefer Facebook over MySpace, because I know you do? Ha, you'd be incorrect. MySpace was more personal, so I actually preferred it. But it's obviously long-dead, so I just settle with Facebook. Have you read the Pretty Little Liars series? No. My sister looooves it, though. What product do you use to moisturize your lips? I don't remember, actually... It's in my purse somewhere. When did you start using Xanga? I never have. Be honest, do you judge people on their appearance? Judge, I don't think so. I can make assumptions like everyone else, but I'm not gonna think someone is beneath me just by their attire. Do you know anyone who does not like The Beatles? Me. At least, most songs. "Hey Jude" is good, but everyone agrees with that, haha. Did you have a friend in middle school that you’re now enemies with in high school? I'm long since out of HS. I had a middle school friend who I disconnected with following a fight in high school, but we weren't "enemies," and we reunited our senior year anyway. Aaaaand we're not friends anymore once again lmao. What is one thing you hope your children don’t inherit from you? If I hypothetically wanted kids, God knows I'd hope they wouldn't have my psychological issues. Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? It'd be nice, anyway. What type of foundation do you wear? None. Who’s the most controlling person you know? Someone I'm no longer friends with, partially because of this. Do males look good in skinny jeans? Yep. Are you for or against guyliner? Ugggghhhhh guyliner makes me weak in the knees. How many jobs have you had? Where do you currently work? Three; nowhere. Who did you last hit? Um, nobody??? What way of self-care do you enjoy the most and what feels more like an obligation? I enjoy my alone time on the computer as the best self-care, especially after being social all day; I don't, however, enjoy the act of performing hygiene care. I still do it, it's just not fun. The feeling afterwards is great, though. Have you ever tried specific diet plans or fads? What made you do it and how did it turn out for you? I was briefly using NutriSystem, which didn't work for me. I hated too much of the food. More recently I stuck with flexible dieting and calorie counting for a while, but I drifted from it when I still lost no fucking weight in like a month. I want to get back to it, though... oh, and intermittent fasting. I don't think it really worked for me yet again, even though I did it correctly, but that and the aforementioned flexible dieting is all I feel like I can handle. I guess I just have to give it longer. Do you know anyone who has been directly affected by COVID-19 e.g. testing positive, losing a loved one, or their job due to the pandemic? Too many people I know have had it or had someone they loved die because of it. Take this shit seriously. Is there a kind of music you only prefer listening to during specific type of activities that you otherwise wouldn’t enjoy under normal circumstances (e.g. EDM while doing sports or instrumental music while studying, etc.)? No; I have to actually enjoy the music. If you had to start a YouTube channel and motivations/skills/resources/any other inhibiting factors weren’t an issue, what would it be about? Either animal (preferrably reptiles) education or let's plays, ig. Has anything ever happened to you that if you told someone about, they would think you’re making it up? I don't believe so. What travel destination or popular spot have you been to that you found overrated? What about a lesser known place that you thought was a hidden gem? I really don't know; I haven't traveled nearly enough for this.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''ghosting'' by mother mother

[the-royal-courier]

Memorial in Mt. Hyjal

By Risri Elthron

Members of the Horde and Alliance gathered together in the dusk of the evening at the food of Nordrassil to pay their last respects to fallen on Argus. High Warlord Jan-Mak of the Volkar Legion, Highlord Raseri of The Legion of the Dawn, and members of The Amberstaff Coalition put aside differences to honor those lost in the recent attempt to assist the Army of the Light with breaching Antorus. The success of their mission to provide supplies and create a way in to the fortress was at a high cost of life. Even now members of the Army of the Light make their attempt upon the Legion stronghold in an effort to break the hold upon Argus and the threat upon our own world.

The mighty troll leader High Warlord Jan-Mak arrived early to the chose memorial site and organized his forces as they waited for their Alliance counterparts. He spoke succintly in greating to Highlord Raseri, “Now is not de' time foh hostilities. Dey fought, bled, an' died alongside us." he started. "We planned dis. Come, Highlord, mingle. We both 'ave t'ings to say."

The Highlord joined Jan-Mak in front of those gathered, "I wasn't here the first time the Burning Legion was vanquished. When it came, it changed my entire life. But I did not come to Kalimdor. I did not join hands with the Horde like those of Theramore, the ones that followed Jaina. But it was a powerful Alliance the two struck all the same, and one that decided the fate of the world. I never could have imagined that I would be here.”

The leaders spoke of those they were honored to have served with and fight next to. Both shared their pain of leading their troops toward certain death. They called upon those gathered to not lose hope in these times before inviting others to speak.

Bigby Silversmith, of The Order of Amberstaff, stepped forward to offer his thoughts on all that had passed, “Those gathered here, let us be considered allies. We have all lost those we care to the Legion, who’s return is the blackest spot upon our world's history to date. Instead of remember the loss and pain that those that have fallen at the vile claws of the Legion, let us remember those who stood beside us! Do not mourn for them, for mourning does nothing for the dead! It is only a selfish desire for those that were lucky, or cowardly, enough to survive! Instead, laugh! Everyone! Laugh now! Remember those who have moved on, not as those bravely or not so slaughtered, but as if they were still living people! Laugh as though they were with you! Cry as if you are to spill your sorrows to them! Do not stand beside a memorial and silently lament! They aren't here, nor are they at their grave or their death site! Enjoy yourselves, let this event not be one of sorrow but of joy! A remembrance of their bravery, not the bitter taste of their passing! Even if it were brilliant minds lost, great friends struck down when others should have instead. Laugh. Show that we can not be beaten down by this."

Dawnlord Northwatch of The Legion of the Dawn named those lost, “We have seen much in the last two years. We have lost much in the last two years. Samuel Moorson. Vyphirion Dawnstrike. Erin Havenfield. Dengarl Dagon. Tyr Wolfblade. And thousands more. We all have grown together, as a family, through every hardship we’ve faced. Each member we’ve lost brings us sorrow, and reflection. I call this moment, a moment of Silence. For every member of the Alliance. Of the Army of the Light. Illidan himself. And the Dawn as a whole. Please, take this moment to reflect once more on the trials you have overcome, and the memory of our allies that too made the ultimate sacrifice."Raseri defended us with our lives. And with this, my own moment of mortality came to be. I. Am truly thankful. For all of you who stand before me, and have stood with me on the field, more than you can imagine. With the last of my family gone….well….you all have made it easier. For the Dawn. For the Alliance."

Highlord Raseri ended the memorial with quiet words, “I'll never forget these years. I wish it had been different, I truly do. That it was happiness, and joy, rather than sorrow. But we'll always remember." A large tarp was between them- the Highlord grasped one side, and the High Warlord the other, and in one fluid motion, ripped it away.  Tens of thousands of rings rested under the tarp, and as they ripped it both away, they flew- tied to small balloons. Some bore the lion of the Alliance. Some the crest of the Horde. Some balloons held the Eagle of the Dawn, or the Viper of the Vol'kar. Some held more recognizable sigils. The House sigil of Lancaster, and that of Dawnstrike. Some were the hammers of Orcish clans, families forever broken by the invasion. Within each ring was held a small light, flickering,  and dim, but as they rose, each shone so bright in the night sky. As the rings went upwards, deep up to the night sky, they could be hardly told apart from the stars. Forever shining in the night sky, always to be remembered by the loved ones they left behind.

The Royal Courier joins in the salute of all who have lost their lives in this fight to stop the Legion on Argus. For the Alliance! For Azeroth!

@legionofthedawn @alranon-purdue (for your people)

#wra rp #rp #risri

[tindomielsilverthorn]

Message in a Bottle

Part 3 - Them 

The library was quiet and still. She had cleared away the ever present mana wyrms in an attempt to focus on the books she had gathered. With a sigh, she lifted the top tome, shocked by its weight. Khadgar had been surprised at her visit, but nonetheless, he allowed her access to the books as usual. Over the last two years, they had found an understanding that she needed to study and read. And that she needed to be allowed a degree of freedom. She absentmindedly braided her hair as she read, stopping occasionally to take notes. A quiet step came from across the room. She thought nothing of it. The Guardian likely came in to retrieve something for himself. She kept to her work, eyes down in concentration. That’s when a voice broke the stillness around her.

“H....hello,” the deep voice called softly.

For her part, she nearly leapt out of her skin. Looking up, she is taken aback. Before her stood a man, a demon? No. One of the demon hunters, recently released from their prison. He looks at her, face full of apprehension. “Who let you in here? Who are you? What do you want?” she demands. This person did not belong here, she knew that for certain. She stood, moving toward him slowly. It was unwise to anger one such as him. But she felt the need to protect the library as well.

His face fell and he let out a sigh. “You don’t know me, do you?”  She shook her head, silent. He chuckles,  mirthless. He sounds disappointed, but unsurprised. “Of course not. Why would you?” His voice was quiet, almost pinched.

She took a few steps closer, confused. Pushing a lock of silver hair from her face, she looks at him carefully. Trying hard to look past the obvious, a picture began to form in her mind. The scars crossing his arms, his chest…his face. Her face loses all hint of anger. It couldn’t be. It simply wasn’t possible. She reaches out gingerly, her fingertips carefully brushing the scars below his right eye. He winces slightly, but holds his place.  Barely audible she says, “Gods…it can't be…” She shook her head trying to clear it before looking again. “It…Foro?”

Forosuul swallows and nods jerkily. His voice a bare whisper, “It's me…”

At his confirmation the tears came, running down her cheeks almost immediately. “How? How can you...you were dead! They…”

Forosuul shook his head slowly. “No.  They lied.  Faked it.  They did the same to me.” Tindomiel places a hand on the side of his face. Forosuul flinches. Very softly, she asks,  “Are you really here? Or am I hallucinating again?”

“I'm here...for what it’s worth,” he whispers gently.

Tindomiel blinks a few times. After a moment she manages to ask,“Foro…you...what happened to you?” He sighs and starts to speak again, but stops, uncertain. She reaches up and starts to pull the strip of cloth from his eyes.

Forosuul put his hand up quickly, holding the cloth in place. “Don’t...it's not pleasant”

“Let me see you....”

“Tindo…” Tindomiel looks at the floor. She releases the cloth, her hand falling to her side. Forosuul sighs, his shoulder slumping, he lets his hand fall, pulling the red cloth from his ruined eyes. Sickly fel-light floods out, throwing long shadows on the stone floor. Tindomiel looks up slowly. Her eyes squint slightly at the fel fire's glow, but she doesn't look away. Tears form and hiss into nothingness the moment they are born. He reaches a hand up and almost touches her face. “Never with two eyes before…." he whispers.

She nods and gently replies, “It’s all right.” Forosuul traces a taloned finger along her cheek, the scaly texture leaving a rough white mark as it passes. Tindomiel leans into it, unflinching.

Forosuul steps back, the stern expression returning. “My apologies. I should not take liberties.”

“Don't...please...don't pull away,” she pleads.

“It's just been so very long…."

Her voice softens, “I know.”

Forosuul shook his head, whispering, “Much, much longer for me, Tindomiel.” Tindomiel looks up, confused. Forosuul sighs heavily.

“It's been four years, Foro. Four years without you.”

Forosuul laughs bitterly, only to stop at the hurt expression on her face. “Ten thousand.”

“Ten...but..that's not possible!”

“Most of it locked up with a madman.”

Tindomiel’s knees fail her and she drops on the floor. Her eyes are wide, darting from one thing to the next. Her mind raced as she looks up at him, then back to the room. Quiet whispers escape her lips,  “This is another dream...Now I know it is. I'm dreaming of him again. Go away....no...I can’t…” She covers her head with her arms, desperately hoping she is not losing her mind. Again.

Forosuul kneels before her speaking gently, “This is no dream, Nightingale. But I will leave if you wish.”

Tindomiel looks up, her eyes searching his face. Without a word, she threw her arms around him. “Never again...don't you dare. I could not bear it again.” Forosuul sighs and slowly wraps his arms around her. “I should have said it, all those years ago. But I was waiting. And then you were gone.” Forosuul looks confused. Tindomiel says, “Gods above, are you still so oblivious?” All Forosuul could do is blink. “I love you Forosuul. I have for a very long time.”

His face grows pained, unable to say what he truly feels. He responds quietly, “You cannot love one such as I, Tindomiel.” He releases her, pulling back from her grasp.

“Isn't that my choice?”

“I am not the man you knew.”

“Oh no?”

“What is within me now makes me unfit for your company,” Forosuul slumped to the ground. “This was a mistake, I should not have come…” he whispered. Forosuul pulls a folded letter from his waistband. “I found this in my house...and I couldn’t stay away…."

Tindomiel reaches out for it, her hand shaking. “You found it...gods...I don't even know why I wrote it. It was just something I needed to do.”

Forosuul nods absently. “Tindomiel, you do not know the things I have done.”

“No, I don't. But I know you. I know who you are.”

Forosuul looks at her sharply, “You think so?” Tindomiel nods. Forosuul laughs bitterly. “I went to Edre'thas, Tindomiel, looking for you.  You were supposed to be there, doing research.” Her face falls. He continues, “When I got there, you were missing, and they had a story ready for me. They said you’d been killed when Satyrs broke into the Atheneum. Your family had done a good job making it look real. Even paid off some of the old highborn to lie to me.”

Tindomiel’s face twists, anger growing. Her voice comes out a hiss, “They pulled me out of there...showed me your bloody clothes. Told me you'd been attacked in the night while you slept. I was forced to go with them.”

Forosuul nods. “I stalked the catacombs there for days, killed every Satyr I could find, trying to find out what happened. Finally I snapped.” Tindomiel looks at him, pained. “I got a bright idea. I would stop what happened to you. By making sure you never met me.” He pauses a moment, his voice growing quiet. “By making sure I didn’t exist.” Tindomiel mouth falls open, she starts to say something, but it is apparent she doesn't know where to begin. “So off I went, to the Caverns. And there I found me a young bronze dragon. I made off with him, tied him up in a basement somewhere and went to work on him. Took a while, but eventually I "convinced" him to use his power over the time stream and send me back. He had the last laugh, I guess….”

Somewhat horrified she asks, “Send you back...To when? Where?”

Forosuul laughs bitterly. “Way back. The War of the Ancients.”

Tindomiel’s eyes fly open wide. “What?!” Forosuul nods. “But that's...Foro you couldn't possibly have…” She shakes her head. “That wouldn't accomplish anything! I wasn't even born yet!”

“I figured if I could make enough things different, I could change everything. You'd never meet me, maybe I’d never exist. Then you’d be ok…”

A tear rolls down each of her cheeks. “But Foro...no...I...you were the only one who…” Her voice trails off as she looks down at her hands, trying to understand it all.

“People who get close to me die.  That's all I know.  So I wasn’t going to let it happen.”

“So what happened? Because I am here, and so are you. “

Forosuul sighs, “I met him.  Illidan.”

Tindomiel looks a little scared for the first time. That name sending chills through her, despite having helped in his downfall years ago. “Him. You met…Him.”

Forosuul nods. “I saw what he could do, and I said to myself....that.  I need that. That's a lever that could move the world….”

Tindomiel swallows hard. “So you...chose, this?”

Forosuul nods, “Illidan himself trained me.  Figured out how to change me, gave me my tattoos.” He says it in such a simple matter of fact way, that she is almost stunned at the lack of emotion attached.

She sighs. “Then I suppose it's a good thing I have been here...studying what I have.” Forosuul looks at her curiously. “You aren't the only one who has changed, Foro.” He shakes his head, confused. Tindomiel raises herself up off the floor, thin tendrils of shadow beginning to creep around her arms. After a moment, they surround her, wrapping her completely. Forosuul’s eye sockets go very wide. He stands and steps back. “Mother wanted a priestess. She got one.”

“You....renounced druidism?”

“I left that part of me when I had nothing left in this world. Continuing that path was too painful.” Forosuul just stares, watching the flow of shadow with rapt attention. “After two years, I was dragged from my rooms and forced to finish what I started before we met. I had neither the strength, nor will to fight it.” Tindomiel raises a hand and twists the shadow around, creating long wisps that reach toward him. “Recently, Khadgar allowed me to spend some time reading here. If he knew what I was studying, he probably wouldn't have.”

“Tindomiel...I...I am sorry for this.  I am sorry they did this to you, but….It changes nothing...I am a monster.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“I always was, Tindomiel, you just never knew.  But now...I am a monster carrying an even worse monster.” Tindomiel’s face hardens. “You are not safe around me.” Forosuul stiffens. He grabs her hand, placing it forcefully on one of the horns erupting from his head. “Feel that?” His tone is agitated, but bears no malice.

Tindomiel tugs it toward her own face. “So you have horns. I don't care. If you are trying to scare me away, it's not going to work.”

Forosuul grabs her other hand, puts it on his shoulder where the scales are bony and coarse. “Do you know what these are?”

“Extra armor,” she replies, almost smug.

“These are the demon coming out.”

Trying another tactic, “If I am understanding your story correctly, you have had that demon inside you for ten thousand years?” Forosuul nods. “And in ten thousand years, he has not gained control?”

Forosuul tilts his head to one side, “It is a constant struggle.” With a cruel grin, he morphs into a demon, nearly doubling in height. “One day that could happen Tindo, and never go back.”

“And until it does, I will be at your side.” Forosuul scowls. Tindomiel says,  “You really don't understand do you?…I guess this never was for you, what it was for me.”

Forosuul looks hurt. “That is unfair.”

“Then give me the chance to be with you.” She whispers, “To have you back, no matter what has changed is a gift I could never have dreamed of.”

“I am trying to save you, Tindo.  That is all I was ever trying to do! Every time you urged me into your bed and I slept on the floor.  All I was trying to do was save you from me!”

“That makes no gods damned sense!”

“I was dangerous even then, and now it is a thousandfold worse.”

She snaps, tears streaming down her face,  “Stop trying to save me and just be there! With me! Do you not know you saved me before? All those years we were together, you saved me! And then YOU WERE DEAD! I had no one! No one to help me...I was alone again,” she shrieked. It was unintended, but he didn’t understand.

“If I saved you from them, how did they get you back?  It looks like I did a pretty shitty job of it.” Forosuul sinks to the floor again. Very quietly he says,  “I am a curse….”

Tindomiel waves the shadows away, and joins him on the floor. “You have been my savior. You showed me the world beyond Mire's walls. You taught me how to hold my head up.”

“I went back to save you...and the fate would not allow it, and now, if I stay away, it is even worse, and if I stay, I could be your death….” He stares at his hands. “What gods have I so offended….”

“Somehow, I think you are far stronger than you believe yourself to be. You found me again. Please...stand at my side once more?”  She looks at him, her eyes pleading. “Please stay?”

“Tindomiel...look at what I am…..” Matter of factly he says, “If you understood, you’d be running for the horizon right now.”

“If you did, you'd never be suggesting what you are now.” She countered him, not giving any ground. Forosuul scowls. “I love you, Forosuul. I have loved you for a very long time. I would not survive if you leave me again. Please, do not push me away.” Tindomiel reached a hand out to him. He sighs then reaches out and takes it. Her eyes fill with tears. “Gods... you are back...you are really back.”

“Am I?  Is it even really me? Ten thousand years, Tindomiel.....the man you knew is long gone.”

Doing her best to sound reassuring, “He’s still here. Why else would you have come?”

Forosuul sighs. “You were the reason I did all of this…” Tindomiel looks at the floor. “I found your letter...what else could I do?”

Barely above a whisper, she replies, “You could have thrown it into the fire and walked away. But you came.”

“That I could not do…"

“Just like I couldn't leave your house without writing it.” Forosuul sighs. “We have each other back. And I for one, think that there is a good reason for it. No matter what came before, we get another chance...how can we not take it?” Forosuul looks anguished. Tindomiel gently asks, “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

Tindomiel smiles. “Then let me help you? Let me help you find yourself, in spite of everything that has happened.”

Forosuul makes a gesture over his face. “Do you know what this really means?”

“Not fully, no. But I know you are forever committed to it.”

“Do you understand what that means?” Tindomiel shakes her head. “My only purpose is to hunt down and destroy the Legion. The Illidari aren't keen on people with outside interests. If they feel my dedication is wavering, they may hunt me down. And even if they don't, I will be in danger at all times.”

“Then I will be at your side. I can help. I will not take that purpose from you.” Forosuul sighs. Tindomiel squeezes his hand tightly. “We used to fight side by side, you and I. We can do it again.”

He lets out a small wry smile. “I am not sure if I am not getting though to you or if you just don’t care.”

“Oh, you are getting through. But when I said I cannot lose you again, I meant it. So if you mean to keep fighting the Legion, then I will fight with you.”

“I am not worth throwing away your life.”

“You are my life, Forosuul. You have been since the time we met.”

Forosuul smirks ever so slightly. “I don’t recall you being that impressed at the time.”

“I was a pain in the ass and terrified of everything around me.” She looks at him, abashed. “Forgive me? For how we started?”

Forosuul looks up at her. “Has my accent improved?”

Tindomiel barks out a laugh, truly smiling for the first time in years. “It's getting there.”

Forosuul chuckles softly, then sighs. “You're not going to take no for an answer.”

“Have I ever?”

“Not when it mattered.”

“You're learning.” Forosuul smiles faintly. “So...does this mean you are moving back to Ironforge?”

“I suppose so. The Illidari only just reawakened, we are still figuring out the details.” He stands abruptly, his tone becoming serious again. “The Illidari have a base of operations on Mardum, a commandeered Legion ship.” Tindomiel rises, nodding.

“Are you expected to be there?” / “I am expected there.”

Tindomiel chuckles.

“Do something for me.”

“What? Anything, everything…”

“Think very carefully about everything I have said.  Very carefully, Tindomiel, promise me.”

“I will. Don't expect my answer to change though.” Forosuul gives an exasperated sigh. Tindomiel smiles. “There he is.” He stifles a laugh, trying to look stern. She giggles.

“I will return to Ironforge in three days.  If you are not there, I will shutter the house permanently, and I will never return.”

“I will be there. I promise you. Be safe. As safe as you are able?” she offers, unsure what the right choice of words is.

“Safe is no longer part of my world.” Tindomiel grabs onto him, squeezing with all of her might. Forosuul slowly wraps his arms around her, awkwardly.

Tindomiel smiles into his chest. “Go. I don't want to be the cause of upset. I will see you in three days.”

“Just think about it, ok?”

“I have.”

“No snap decisions.” Tindomiel makes a face. “I'm very serious, Tindomiel.”

“So am I, Forosuul.”

Forosuul sighs. “Farewell, Tindomiel.”

“See you soon, Foro.”

Forosuul steps back and bows. Pulling a stone from his pocket, he utters a word and begins to fade from sight. She watches him until there is nothing left to see. Standing alone again in the library, she smiles. Tears roll down her cheeks, born of pure love and joy. “I will see you again, so very soon.”

Part 1

Part 2

#night elves #night elf #kaldorei #love #World of Warcraft #world of warcraft rp #oc #oc rp #writing #Tindo&Foro #The House of Silverthorn #converted rp session #long time coming

[youngster-monster]

Superhero AU 2: Electric Boogaloo

Honestly, the work ethic of journalists and reporters in Black Temple, OL is impressing to say the least.

The city gets shaken by fights between super-heroes and corresponding villains once a week at the very least; guess you don’t stay in the business for long if you’re easily shocked.

Lady Vashj in particular is known for how calm she looks on live footage, a few feet from roaring monsters and flaming buildings. Maybe it’s because she’s a super herself — the scales are hard to hide — or she’s just naturally stoic, but there’s definitely something supernatural about the way she sidesteps falling debris without breaking her speech.

No one knows here real name — she’s the Lady, nothing else, but it’s a nickname that suits the way she gracefully avoids the chaos around her.

“Kil’Jaeden’s attack on the city’s center is being thwarted as I speak by two well-known supers: Phoenix and The Demon Hunter match the infamous villain strike for strike, and the notorious duo shows no sign of fatigue yet.”

The Dreadlord, one of Kil’jaeden minions, strike a blow to The Demon Hunter, and the super comes crashing down next to the reporter. He leaves a cratere on impact, but she barely glances at him when he gets up and flies away, shooting in the sky like an arrow. 

And then there are the interviews. 

Light, the interviews.

They’re an ordeal for any other reporter: supers are... odd at best and absolutely terrifying to most. They usually stammer a few questions on whatever happened: Lady Vashj, of course, does better than anyone else. More often than not, she’s the one scaring the supers.

(There’s also only one person who’s ever managed to catch the Demon Hunter’s voice on camera, and it’s Lady Vashj. Some call it witchcraft; she calls it talent.

Officially, anyway. No one needs to know she goes on double dates with them twice a month: it’d ruin the mystery.)

The duo she’s currently interviewing is evidently an exception, once again for reasons she’d never reveal to anyone.

“So, Phoenix, I have to ask— why did you leave the High-Borns?”

The super-hero she’s pointing her microphone at is clad in crimson and gold, a costume that looks both regal and very annoying to wear in a fight. He’s pulling it off, though: might be the flaming bird on his shoulder, might be his princely appearance, might be both.

“I didn’t,” He replies pleasantly.

“We haven’t seen you fight with any of them in months, though.”

“Well, the High-Borns are a league more than anything else. We all have our home turf, our lives on the side, you know?” He shrugs. Despite the mask on his face, he gives off the clear impression of smiling. “Most of them looks over cities in Quel’thalas, I’m just— extending our reach a bit. Since the Regent partnered with Archmage and Ranger to protect Silvermoon, I’m far more useful here.”

“Speaking of partnerships, it’s rare to see you without the Demon Hunter at your side nowadays. With all the speculations around you two, I can’t help but ask: how would you describe your relationship with him?”

“It’s gay.” Phoenix gets closer to the mic and says clearly, “We’re in a loving, committed, homosexual relationship. The romantic kind.”

He glances above his shoulder, toward his partner. The other super is a far scarier figure: with his wings, his horns and the hooves on which he stands, he looks closer to the monster from which body he’s taking back his blades than a human. Quite a striking figure, though. “And my partner,” He says, saying the last word a little louder, and the Demon Hunter turns his head toward him and grins, revealing needle-sharp teeth. “Owes me a candlelit dinner and the best blowjob of my life for the stunt he just pulled. Now, if you’ll excuse us...”

Her phone buzzes. The camerawoman says, “It’s already trending on Twitter.”

“Of course it is, my dear.”

--

“The Huntress called.”

“What about?”

Kael’thas quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t look up from her phone. “You know, the usual. Swore to ‘take your vigilante ass to prison’, cursed your family on twelve generations and said she could do your job better. When should we expect her?”

“Tomorrow, probably. First train from Darnassus arrives at—” He checks his phone. “Eight. She better get there with croissants or I’m not opening the door.” Illidan scrolls down his Twitter feed, snorts at something — probably someone gushing about the Demon Hunter — and continues, “She’s throwing a lots of rocks for someone in a glass house. And she actually likes Malfurion, for some strange reason: what is she cursing him for, now?”

“Beat me, you’re the one she drunkenly rant to. I’m just here to look pretty.”

#World of Warcraft #kael'thas sunstrider #illidan stormrage #superhero au #OL stands for Outlands #warcraft is fantasy usa: a fanfiction by a french person #i lied about the 'later' part i just have ideas right now #reblog my shit you cowards #writing

[ayrenn]

A big post of thanks

Let me preface this by making a disclaimer, if anyone finds themselves feeling uncomfortable by this post please inform me and I will remove any mentions. Similarly, if anyone feels I have forgotten them, I am deeply sorry. I have tried to keep track of the generosity everyone has shown me but it is all still overwhelming to me. I haven’t forgotten you at all.

Anyway, under the cut is some babbling about love and appreciation. The names mentioned are under no specific order. 

@boethiah Thank you for being there for me when everything was coming to a head. When I was panicking, you did your best to help me out and you offered so much to make sure that I could remain safe. I will never, ever forget your wise thinking and your ability to help me make a decision. Your actions very well may have saved my life. Words cannot even cover the love and appreciation I have towards you and what you have done for me. One day, I swear I will do whatever I can to repay you for your kindness.

@namira You were the first person to respond to my call. Although I didn’t respond right away due to the chaos, I won’t ever forget that. It just reinforces the fact that you are one of the best people that I know. You mean so much to me as a person, and your willingness to do whatever you can brings tears to my eyes. I love you as a friend, as family, as my ridiculous friend who I can talk about ANYTHING with. 

@mistressdratha You talking to me when this was all happening helped so much, your presence your sympathy. It all means so much to me. We have always been such good friends, and this all solidifies that. I know that you have my back, and I always will have yours. We are sisters, women who will always always look after one another. I trust and love you so dearly. 

@adamthots We haven’t known each other for a long time, but that you reblogged my post so much speaks so much to me about what kind of person you are. You care, you are full of compassion for someone you barely know. It brings a tear to my eye to know that, and it makes me want to know you better because it just radiates from you what a good person you are.

@skirtsuit-angel Roxy, I never remember your url. Your url should just be roxy so I can easily @ you. The resources you’ve provided me with are invaluable, so is the sympathy and comfort. You are my sister. I love and care for you, and I know you love and care for me. You and I some point soon will meet up and chat, have a coffee and discuss Love Nikki. 

@orionesmajor You’ve saved me twice. You got me out of my first abusive relationship. I’m really not exaggerating when I say it was you who did it. That was five years ago, half a decade. You are my family, even though we don’t talk much you always always have my back. You’re there for me no matter what, and you just mean the world to me as a person. You are one of my best friends. It astounds me that you just try so hard for me, and that you talked to me and helped and just... I’m rambling lmfao. You’ve just done so much for me, and the day we finally met irl was one of the best days of my life. When I had to rush out of the house, the stuffed toy you bought me was one of the very few possessions I grabbed that wasn’t a clothing item. I literally have hundreds of stuffed toys, but that’s what I grabbed. Because of our bond, because of the love I have for you. It was a symbol to me. It’s been by the bed I’m sleeping in, reminding me of what you mean to me. 

@sweetbabyraysgourmetsauces You were with me the night it happened. I helped you and you helped me. We are sisters. I feel this solidarity with you, because you just... know. You know shittiness. I will help you in return one day, when I am more stable. I promise you. 

@samariyu-draws Sam, I love you. You know I love you. We talk every day and I appreciate that. I know despite your weirdness that you have my back. I have yours as well, and one day I’ll get someone to draw the dirtiest Maiev/Illidan porn all for you to do with whatever you wish. That’s the best way, I think, to show you my love and appreciation. 

And finally, to @wilcol you saved me. I don’t need to say any more than that, because you’re with me. Or, well, you’re at work right now but I know when you come back you will hold me and make me feel better. I am so lucky that I met you. I love you so much, you’ve done so much for me and I want to be the best girlfriend to you that I can be.

These next thank yous are combo ones because I’m struggling somewhat to say something more meaningful and personal, but here goes.

@wake-forest @jhunal @chimervera @guartist @vorynur @maievshadowsung Thank you all for contacting me to make sure I was safe. Your messages, although I may have been late with my responses meant so much to me. You are all amazing, and I love you all. I don’t love you any less, but I feel it important to mention all of you for your contributions. They help more than you could ever know. 

To all who donated and reblogged too, thank you. There is nothing I can do or say to explain how appreciative I am for it. You’re all wonderful, and I love you all so much.