#artoriyasart

[braxiatel]

Hey! I hope you're well

Hello friend! I was pretty sick there for a few weeks, but I am doing much better now, thank you! And you?

[fakedoomslayer]

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[fakedoomslayer]

@artoriyasart​

[wolfish-loup]

I love your art, especially tyrande and Sylvanas. Thank you ❤️

Have you ever drawn them in an archery contest?

You're welcome and thank you as well! I don't think I've ever drawn them holding a bow at all, lol. I would assume a contest would just end in them shooting at eachother anyway. Or Shandris would call them noobs and show them how it's done. 😋

[tornsurvivors]

Saw the ask about the Sylvanas ship asks, could you do a Sylvaina ship but both are Ace and they have a nice picnic in eversong woods?

It’s okay if you misread my post, I honestly don't mind that you sent this anyway! Writing drabbles on a ship with different perspective on their sexuality could be interesting. I hope I did well.

The worst of the heat wave had passed, for now. While summer could be bountiful to those who wished to bask under the sun and soak up the vitamin D...  it also had it’s flaws. Sunburns so harsh on sensitive skin, and unbearable humidity. Today, it’s as if Spring had decided to spare mercy on this particular pair. Well, one of them more than the other. Jaina would have preferred Old Man Winter’s biting breath, than to deal with the sweltering afternoon heat. She is a frost mage after all. Sylvanas, on the other hand, was perfectly content. The Ranger General laid on her side, propped up on an elbow and her long legs stretched out across the flannel picnic blanket spread out near the shore of a lake.

Dragonhawks occasionally passed in a safe distance, but the family of lynxes Sylvanas had happily greeted earlier were long gone now. They were unfamiliar with Jaina, and the mother lynx was more cautious and that was understandable. It was probably strange for them to see humanoids that did not have long pointy ears and Jaina smelled different. More like ozone, and something possibly sweeter that Sylvanas could never pinpoint. Not that she bothered to ask... some things she prefers to keep a mystery. 

“Why am I not surprised to see your nose sticking in a book already? And today, out of all days.”  The Ranger General drawled, a corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly in amusement and light blue eyes glinted under the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy. Her gaze was steady on the mage, while she idly popped a berry or two in her mouth. Sylvanas took her time to savor the sweet juices of the fruit, chewing thoroughly and swallowing them. She was a creature of flavor, always preferring to enjoy nature’s nutrition at every opportunity. 

“Oh please, Sylvanas. You would not last a day in my shoes in Dalaran. At least you have the opportunity to enjoy nature’s fresh breath of air and roam wherever you see fit, even if it’s for the means to ensure Silvermoon City is safe. Whereas I am swamped by the tasks and burdens of the Kirin Tor. I very rarely have the opportunity to sit down for more than five minutes and enjoy a good read.”  Jaina retorted, her eyes mirroring the playful glint in her companion’s and Sylvanas couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Fair enough. The mere thought of being trapped in a crowded city without a single lynx to entertain me is rather dreadful. Oh, the horror.”  Now it was Jaina’s turn to laugh as Sylvanas gave a dramatic shudder, and waved her hand dismissively. Honestly, Sylvanas would probably be bored to tears, or annoyed just enough for her to indulge in the temptation to cause a scene. Just for giggles. 

“You haven’t thanked me yet, though.” The Elf added, giving a side glance to the mage as her lips turned down into a pout.

“What am I thanking you for, again?”  Of course Jaina knows. The minute the Ranger General was given the day off, she became Jaina’s savior. What’s fascinating is the other leaders bought into the lie that a situation had risen and the request for the Kul Tiran mage’s assistance was oh-so-urgent. The next soft smile curling Jaina’s lips said it all, as she closed her book and carefully set it down. Sylvanas secretly admired the mage’s care for her books. It just tells her a lot about Jaina. 

“You know, I wonder how long it’ll be before they catch on to the lie.”  Jaina mused out loud, features creased into mock pensiveness. Ocean blue eyes then flicked to Sylvanas, when the Elf suddenly sat up then rose to her feet in a fluid motion-- stretching out. 

“I suppose we will find out. But until then...”  Sharp pointed teeth were revealed as Sylvanas grinned, a mischief that Jaina was all too familiar with, shining in the ranger’s eyes. “I think the heat wave is returning. Last one in the lake will have to think of an excuse to why we lied.”  With that, she took off in a dash. Suddenly, the scent of ozone lingered in the air and she could’ve sworn she felt a burst of cool air--  then a splash came from the lake. Before Jaina surfaced with a laugh.  “Have fun with that explanation!” 

“Hey, come on! That’s cheating... that doesn’t count!” Sylvanas yelled out, jogging towards the lake with a light scowl. 

“You never said I couldn’t use magic, so anything goes.” Jaina remarked with a blink and an innocent smile... that was soon wiped off her face by a decent splash from Sylvanas’ cannonball in the lake. 

[tengwar]

You're awesome.

Thank you I love u

[fakedoomslayer]

@artoriyasart

World of Warcraft Mermaid AU Sylvanas

Plus a little Jaina for scale :3 Here's all the individual drawings:

[diaryofomellas]

Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by @late-to-the-fandom. Thanks!!

Tagging: @celenacallaghan, @jetalveran, @brisaveloz, @wolfandwild, @artoriyasart 

Gotta tell ya, choosing just seven lines from a WIP is harder than I thought.

Here’s my latest hyperfixation, Truth Only:

In a rabid storm of frenzied rage, Garrosh charged against the unyielding metal bars that held him. “Was it not enough to see me chained and caged like a common dog? You had to publicly humiliate me as well?”

Undaunted by his wild fury as always, Omellas’ stubborn gaze never strayed from his. “If it makes you feel better, I also humiliated myself pretty thoroughly.”

“It doesn’t,” he growled, fists curled so tightly his knuckles paled.

“For all their boisterous self-righteousness, no one ever had the intention to give you a fair trial and I— I just couldn’t sit there and watch that shitshow any longer without doing something!”

[tornsurvivors]

You are awesome, just wanted to say that. Dark lady watch over you.

Ahh, thank you! You're too kind. I may not know you that well, but I can tell you're just as awesome. :D Especially if you share my love for Sylvanas. <3

[braxiatel]

First Stories Tag

I was tagged by @diaryofomellas. Thank you so much friend! :D

What’s the first thing you ever remember writing?

The earliest thing I can recall having written was a fic called ‘What If?’ For a book series called The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. I am guessing I must have been around 12 years old at the time.

In the books the two main characters, Sophie and Josh, get mixed up in a war between gods and the like, after an incident at the two adjacent shops where they work.

The premise of the fic was simply “what if they skipped work that day and the apocalypses happened because they didn’t end up involved in the plot?”

What’s one piece of advice you wish you could give yourself for writing it?

Honestly, I’d just tell myself not to delete it. I recently discovered that I taken it down from ff.net at some point, and I’m a bit heartbroken I don’t have access to it anymore.

I just think it would be nice to have it as a frame of reference for where I started out.

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Tagging: @presidentromana @thebraxiatelcollection @artoriyasart @stitchthesewords & @atherix

[fakedoomslayer]

@artoriyasart

I love this post so much

[diaryofomellas]

WIP GAME

.The rules: List the titles of your WIPS. Make a new post instead of adding onto this one cause it'll get long really quickly.

.The game: your followers or anyone who'd like to can ask for snippets from any wip or just ask a question about it, without knowing more than the title.

I'm gonna tag @brisaveloz, @artoriyasart, @catfirebrand and @segasister. If anyone else wants to do their own WIP game, feel free too.

Warcraft WIPs

Arrow in her Quiver

The Death of All Things

The Lady's Necklace

What am I to You

What is Love

The Truth Untold

Sweet Dreams

Alive

Glory and Gore

Snowflakes in your Hair

Delirium

[diaryofomellas]

Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about our Dark Lady and savior, Sylvanas Windrunner?

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@artoriyasart We should make a petition for Blizzard to let us run around like this all the time. Just saying.

[braxiatel]

WIP Askgame

The rules: List the titles of your WIPS. Make a new post instead of adding onto this one cause it'll get long really quickly.

The game: your followers or anyone who'd like to can ask for snippets from any wip or just ask a question about it, without knowing more than the title.

Tagged by: @artoriyasart

My current Warcraft WIPs (naming things is my weakness so I’ll give you the working titles instead)

Folklore AU

Cause I know, the Sky is Going to Say My Name part 2

The Forsaken should have a racial leader actually

Self indulgent fluff

Reunion fic

Arranged unmarriage

Ria AU

Dance fic

Touch averse undead

And the Gallifrey Warcraft fusion that got me started writing Warcraft fic in the first place (yes it has been like 10 months since I last worked on it, but I still consider it a WIP)

On This, Our Scorched Earth

Tagging @presidentromana and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it

[braxiatel]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @mysdrym. Thank you so much, this was really fun! 

Rules: Find the words you’re given and post the snippet from your writing that includes them.

My words are: night, peer, read, and fight. 

I decided to pick from my WIPs. 

Night: 

The man turned, and where a moment ago he had stood, was now a woman more beautiful than any he had met before. Hair like moonlight, cascaded past her strong shoulders. Her dress looked as if spun from pure starlight, embracing her figure so perfectly that he barely noticed the knife on her belt. Her eyes shone brighter than the stars above them, and as he met them the man found himself so consumed that not even breathing mattered. 

“Well?” asked the woman, just as amused, her lips reminding the man of the rosehip that grew in the thicket. 

“I…” he replied, but stopped. What had a man like he to offer a creature such as her? 

“You should not be here,” he realised. “The moors are dangerous, more so at night.” 

Peer: 

Technically an official member of the royal family, Romana was occasionally invited - and expected - to attend court. On the first such occasion after her parents’ passing, she had prepared herself for an evening of socialising with distant relatives and friends of her mother, to strengthen relationships and financial ties. However, it fast became evident that she remained the persona non grata. 

Little had changed since then, excluding the fact that very few of her peers bothered to hide their scorn at this point. At least Braxiatel’s ascension to the higher ranks of the Magisters had earned him a place at court as well, and he would talk to her, even ask her to dance with him (and not complain when she stepped on his toes).

Read: 

The chair creaked as Sylvanas pushed into its plush backrest, eyes remaining focused on her champion. He was not disturbed by the sound as he continued to meticulously read through her notes. When he reached the penultimate sheet of paper in the bundle Nathanos hummed curiously, having no doubt noticed the careless ink stain splattered across the page. 

The creak of his leather gloves as he balled his free hand into a fist and the tightness in the way his jaw was set, were all the indications she needed to know he had reached the most crucial point of the proposed treaty. 

Fight: 

“Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here,” she told him. 

He thought of home. Thought of his mother, too sick to fight off the invaders, and his siblings, too young to understand why they had to be afraid. There had never been a choice - it was this or death. Or at least it had seemed like it when he left home.  

Before he could find a way to express this in a manner befitting a god, movement in the corner of his vision caught his attention.

Tagging: @artoriyasart, @thebraxiatelcollection, @brisaveloz, and @presidentromana

Your words are: fall, end, nature, and light

[braxiatel]

WIP Askgame

@artoriyasart​ 

I think I might have mentioned this one before? It’s basically ‘the fact that the Forsaken don’t have any kind of leadership bothers me’ mixed with ‘hey so maybe Nathanos should have betrayed Sylvanas after BfA because I think that would actually be a much more fitting (and interesting) turn for his character to take than him just dying and being yeeted out of the plot’. 

Or in short, Nathanos pretend-betrays Sylvanas because they both agree someone should stay behind keep the Forsaken safe. He is made leader of the Forsaken against his will, and whoops now they've accidentally become his main priority and he has to sideline whatever Sylvanas had planned for him, and in doing so ends up for-real-betraying her. 

thanks for the question! 

(WIP list and askgame rules here)