#malfurion

[makanidotdot]

i was made aware a warcraft version of this meme didn't exist

[quietscrappy]

Some more sketch requests!!

More to come!

[wolfish-loup]

Malfurion loves his big stronk waifu

[jainaism]

The Night Elves are welcomed in Theramore, despite the tensions with the High Elves. Malfurion and Tyrande often travel to meet with Jaina Proudmoore. — RPG: Alliance&Horde

[renaultmograine]

@anoia

[cyborgraptor]

I've been enlightened recently about the mecha-heroes skins from Hearthstone back in late 2021, and I don't remember much social presence about it (understandably) so I'm fixing that - each name is in the image description. Luke Mancini - artist for Malfurion vs Illidan Konstantin Turovec - artist for individual mecha-heroes

[vampyr-boyfriend]

I LOVE NIGHT ELVES SO FUCKING MUCH.

[lothirielswan]

Jaina Proudmoore: Okay old man, what's with the flask

Khadgar: Old man? Excuse me?

Wrathion: The old lady's right. You've become a surprisingly integral part of my social circle. I can't have you interrupting my ecosystem. 

Lor'themar Theron: You can be honest. It's not stamina elixir. It never is. 

Khadgar: I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC. And it is NOT an addiction. People can carry flasks. Flasks are cool!

Kalec: You took out the flask three times during that meeting. And I'm good at recognizing red flags; I dated Jaina!

Jaina Proudmoore: ...

Tyrande Whisperwind: I have noticed a certain...pattern, with humans over time. Perhaps you should look into an anonymous outlet to speak about your feelings. Like when Jaina sought anger management sessions! And then she went to therapy!

Jaina Proudmoore: Okay, no one needs to know these things. I am FINE, and my life is not on fire anymore.

Malfurion Stormrage: Shh! Don't mention fire!

Khadgar: ...

Khadgar to Eona: This is why adults "seek help."

[genn-did-everything-wrong]

I know this will start WWIII but I will only speak the truth.

[rinwellisathing]

[makanidotdot]

[mouth pressed directly onto the microphone] yes i drew this part of the book again when malfurion frees tyrande from a trap and she's unconscious and fucked up and grody but is otherwise OK and it's the first time he's held her with his physical body in years and he cries bc she's ok and he's a huge baby and it's very sweet

[illidan-stormrage-headcanons]

stormrage apparently means “get put on a shelf until the plot needs you” 

[wolfish-loup]

spoilers SPOILERS spoilers spoilers spoil spoiled SPOILERS

Excuse me but this is the cutest thing ever. Look at Shandris... that look should be illegal! Happy Nelf Family!!!

[anoia]

dev patel and jamie ward (father gomez in the last season of his dark materials) are like perf human versions of how i envision babby malfurion and illidan lol

[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

Every flower blooms in its own time - 1

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AN: Is this silly? Yes. Is this heartwarming? Yes. Did I cry over this idea so badly like a million times already? Yes.

Malfurion is way more of a father figure to me than my own father has ever been and as such, he will be Kael's as well. Don't think about the logistics of that too hard.

Atleast half of this was written while tipsy (ginger shots with white wine are surprisingly good) so please excuse gramatical errors and typos.

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The boat ride was excruciatingly long and painfully... Wobbly. The prince's stomach was not built for this in any capacity, so the joy he felt when they'd finally reached the shore was palpable.

He got off the boat as soon as possible while still managing to look regal in the process. Finally taking a moment to look up at the sky and most importantly at the giant tree infront of him. He only barely silenced the little "Wow" that brewed in his mouth.

"Do they live... IN the tree? Is there like a... A door or something?"

"No, my liege," one of his servants started. "They live in the tree, yes, but-" he pointed up. "at the top..."

"Oh... That makes more sense-..." He nodded. "How do we get there then?"

"There is a portal over there-"

"OH-" Kael would swear it wasn't there just a second ago. "Yes, alright... Let's get on with this then, huh?"

His legs were a bit shaky, as was the entirety of him. The mana withdrawal symptoms were not treating him kindly and neither was the nervousness from meeting Malfurion Stormrage himself.

When the group of blood elven diplomats got to the top, he could swear the whole city suddenly fell silent. Atleast before a huntress took a step forward to them.

"You must be prince Kael'thas, am I correct?" She carefully examined the unusually pale elf.

"Yes, that would be me-"

"Good, Malfurion is expecting you..." She reached her hand for his and within moments was leading him -somewhere-. The other blood elves were shocked by her so casually touching royalty, but ended up assuming being hands-on was just a part of Darnassian culture.

The prince found himself in a... Well it was almost definitelly a building. A wholy unfamiliar one at that. He felt incredibly small compared to both the elves all around as well as the architecture.

He walked to the druid slowly, calculating every move as to not to reveal his weakened state. The energy of this place was tangible, he could almost taste it on his tongue- but it made him feel even weaker in comparison.

"Young Kael'thas" the deep voice spoke and Kael immediatelly felt a wave of distaste fall on him. "Tyrande told me you would come..."

"Ah yes... I have met her-..." Kael's voice broke and he had to cough a bit to regain the ability to speak. He should have drank that mana potion on the boat. This is embarassing. "I... We spoke about our need of aid and she didn't hesitate to tell me I should ask for help here... So I came..."

"She has said so as well... I am acquainted with the situation of Quel'thalas and... I am terribly sorry for your loss, young prince..."

AGAIN, under different circumstances, Kael would be fuming.

"Thank you..." He said, simply not wanting to risk a longer response. Pathetic. However, when a bit of awkward silence set in, he continued. "I... Know you have zero reason to help my people, however-"

"Why do you think so, Kael?" The druid asked, genuinely.

"I-... Well..." He choked up, trying hard to not let another coughing fit escape him.

"I would love to try and help you, young one... It truly pains me to see you in such a sorry state." Malfurion sounded worried to him, but the prince's pride was hit HARD.

"I am unsure of what to say, um..." He stopped, having no idea as to how to refer to the druid. "Sir... Thank you... A million times thank you..."

"Do not thank me prematurely, young one..." He shook his head. "I assume you have all the time in the world right now..?"

"You assume correctly- although, that only applies if said time is spent by working to save my people..."

"I understand wholeheartedly, young one..." He smiled.

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When Rommath arrived in Darnassus a few months later, worried sick for the prince who had barely responded to any of his messages, the city was quite noisy with chatter of all kinds. Most of it in darnassian, of course, which he partially understood even if sometimes it just sounded fully made up.

He was lead to a place outside of Darnassus, lush with greenery of all sorts and painfully beautiful. The beauty probably there to contrast what he saw next.

First he obviously noticed the far taller man, but when he saw the smaller elf, he froze up entirely.

Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, heir to the throne of Quel'thalas, head of Silvermoon military and once a member of the Six of Dalaran. It took Rommath so long to recognise the peasant looking man, covered in dirt, pollen and grass, his hair tangled, with... Were those sticks in his hair? And leaves? Belore.

"I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE!" The prince yelled, seemingly utterly insane to the grand magister. He was holding onto a couple of different flowers, smiling ear-to-ear.

Rommath came closer to the two and politely coughed to announce his presence.

"ROMMATH!" Kael screamed and ran to him, hugging him immediatelly.

"You smell like Halduron after a bad hunt, my liege..." He curled his lip and tried to pull the prince away. "Is this truly what you have been wasting your time doing? Laying in dirt?"

"Not precisely, I-" He said, still holding firmly onto his friend.

"I suppose atleast you gained some healthy weight back, you're no longer skin and bones... Nor are you deathly pale..."

"Those are all the side effects of nature magic, Rommath!" The prince's smile was shining like a million suns. "I feel... I feel incredible... You have to learn to channel it too-"

"I would rather not, Kael... You look horrible-" He ran a few fingers through the prince's hair, picking out leaves and sticks. "How undignified, your father would be disappointed so..." His eyebrows knit together, truly not taking in how much can go wrong with this man when he is not with him for just a bit.

"Rommath, I need you to listen to me, this is the way! It helped me and it will help all of us! We can heal the scar!" He pulled back. "Trust me..."

That did peak the magister's interest. "You think so?"

"I know so!"

"Fine... I will... I will hear you out- once you get a bath..."

The prince pouted. "Rude... Deal!"

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More time has passed and more blood elves have looked into the art of druidic magic. The grand magister, however, remained unconvinced.

"Any time you change back into your elven form, your hair is an absolute mess... Horrible..." He said, while brushing the other's hair. "I have never seen you like this... Well, if I forget all the times I saw you jumping around to get out of your undergarments..." He smirked.

"Stooop, I might look atrocious, but once I learn to control it better, I'll be glorious at all times..."

"I never said you looked atrocious, only that I have seen ogres more regal..." The dark haired elf chuckled.

"Hey! I still look like a royal... Especially here, it feels as if they haven't seen a short blonde in ages..."

"Wasn't the last short blonde they've seen Dath'remar?"

"Dath'remar was a ginger, Rommath, you should know that... "

"Ah yes, pardon me that I don't remember the hair color of each and every one of your ancestors... Or should I also remember their eye colors? Names of their partners? Do you know how long a list of those would be?"

"Ah, damn you!" Kael was laughing. "I think you should be aware the fully blonde genes only came around from my great grandmother's side of the family..."

"Why should I? To tell you your kitten form is blonde like your grandma or something?" He giggled.

"KITTEN?! IT'S A LYNX! AND A BIG ONE!"

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, darling..."

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... to be continued

[jacaela]

day 2 - favourite character of favourite race

Couldn't choose one:

Fandral Staghelm, later Majordomo Staghelm, was the former Archdruid of Darnassus, succeeding Malfurion Stormrage after he was lost in the Emerald Nightmare. Fandral played a key role in the War of the Shifting Sands, but lost his only child. His planting of Andrassil unintentionally induced the later appearance of the Emerald Nightmare. He was one of the architects of the plan to create Teldrassil, and believed that the future of the night elves demanded more expansionism and military planning. His radical beliefs and aggressive demeanor often led him to quarrel openly with the High Priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind. After it was revealed that he had been corrupted by the Nightmare Lord and had prolonged Malfurion's absence, Fandral eventually descended into madness and was imprisoned by the Cenarion Circle. He was later captured by the Twilight's Hammer cult on route to Moonglade from Mount Hyjal and turned into the first Druid of the Flame, becoming the new Majordomo of the Firelands, until he was killed during the final battle against Ragnaros the Firelord. Malfurion Stormrage was the first mortal druid on Azeroth, and the night elf who initiated the mainstream use of druidism among the kaldorei people ten millennia ago under tutelage of the demigod Cenarius. He is the twin brother of Illidan Stormrage, as well as the loving and beloved husband of the high priestess of Elune, Tyrande Whisperwind. Together, the two have represented the highest leadership of the night elves ever since the fall of Queen Azshara and her Highborne caste. Through Malfurion's guidance, the night elves successfully halted the Burning Legion's first invasion of Azeroth during the legendary War of the Ancients. In its aftermath, he became the greatest of the world's archdruids. Illidan Stormrage, commonly known as the Betrayer, is the first of the demon hunters, the former self-proclaimed Lord of Outland, the former ruler of the Black Temple, and the original leader of the Illidari. He is the twin brother of Malfurion Stormrage and was, like his sibling, in love with Tyrande Whisperwind. Originally a powerful night elf sorcerer, Illidan officially betrayed his people by defecting to the demonic Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients, though his reasons for doing so were noble as he secretly aimed to repel the Legion's invasion.[13] He eventually returned to the side of his fellow night elves, but his creation of a second Well of Eternity at the end of the war caused his people to name him "Betrayer" and imprison him in the Barrow Deeps below Mount Hyjal. There he remained for over 10,000 years, watched over by the warden Maiev Shadowsong and her Watchers.