#sylvanas fan fic

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

So, not their current outfits, but I'm working on a cover image for the Sylvanas fic. This is my very rough sketch for her and Aylin. There's gonna be two more lovely ladies along with them, and probably Illidan for moral support. I want to do some sketches for where they are currently design wise, so I'll post those as they get done. But this was my work from last night at dnd.

[opinated-user]

Sometimes, when Lily's friends defend her, it makes her sound worse. Like when lolo was talking about dropping genshin, she said, "In the end, I had to get rid of it because a game means more than my friends." And as a ps at the end of the post,"Lily was my friend during my genshin phase. "

Like I sure hope she was.

It's crazy to think that a good friend or even entire friend group would drop someone because they enjoyed a game they didn't. Unless that person was defending all the problematic stuff it did or ignored it, there’s no reason to ditch them or demand they drop it to keep you around, which lolo's words suggest.

And having to say Lily was still their pal when they enjoyed a video game only makes her look bad because, yeah, if Lily is a real friend, she should stick with you despite having different interests. Like it doesn't appear, Lolo refused to talk about anything other than genshin, so idk why it's so hard to be friends with her because she likes some characters from a game.

*also it was crazy to see Lolo question what kind of person she was because she liked some anime characters while Lily continues to gush about sylvanas, the character made by a company that sexually harassed RL women. Or how lily continues to come up with ideas about a hypothetical Harry Potter fic, a property with antisemitic goblins in it, written by a terf. But, Lolo has to get rid of and never talk about genshin ever again because it's has equally problematic stuff in it. Why is this Chinese property held to such a higher standard where a person who likes it has to drop it entirely while the Western properties like WoW can still be gushed over and get fic and fan art without anyone questioning the person's morals?

because LO likes it so it's all okay. LO's the only one who can have all the exception to do as she pleases.

[morganlegaye]

the burning of teldrassil ;; ficlet

I’m not sure what the point of this was. To test myself writing Sylvanas? To try to see if I could feasibly justify the insane bullshit that’s been happening by basically using ‘hope’ as a PTSD trigger? Who knows. I just had an urge last night and I ended up giving into it cause I needed to practice writing for this fandom anyway, because Sylvaina has been owning my entire soul as of late and my dumb ass is about to stretch myself even more thin as I undertake that project soon, so get ready to watch me fucking drown lmao. RIP.

“You can kill us… but you cannot kill hope.”

The belief of that wretched ideal bled from the lieutenant in greater quantities than the blood that seeped from the wounds on her back, and Sylvanas found herself nearly choking on the sentiment as the fury, the devastation, the soul-shredding pain of how fucking wrong this woman really was began to consume her whole. It was sudden and it was violent, and for a moment, Sylvanas’ world blurred and she no longer saw Delaryn before her, but an image of a woman long dead as the screams of the past echoed in her mind.

Hope. Yes, Sylvanas had known hope, once. She had hoped to hold Arthas back and protect her people, only for one of her own to betray her. She had hoped for a clean death, only to be forcefully tethered to this miserable world in the servitude of her murderer. Sylvanas had hoped, when she had desperately reached for peace through oblivion, that she would be greeted with a fair afterlife in which to spend her eternity— but hope, it seemed, was not for the wicked, even if that wickedness was born from the whim of another.

Hope was nothing but pain— an endless cycle of masochism that even now, despite her desire to free herself from it, Sylvanas could not help but grasp onto as she hoped that should she finally meet her ends that there would no longer be any need for hope at all, for everything would be fair and transparent and finally fucking acceptable. She disgusted herself, truly— Sylvanas knew better and yet it seemed the mortal desire to hold on to the tatters of dreams had never left her as she desperately tried to free herself from the chains of destiny that bound her to a path she no longer wished to walk.

Hope had ruined her; had gutted Sylvanas from the inside out as the harshness of reality had cut into her sternum and seeded itself within a heart others had claimed was long dead. Truthfully, Sylvanas wished it was. In the end, it would have made everything so much easier. But that was alright, because she could make it easier for others by destroying that which would have decimated them if given the chance.

Sylvanas looked down into the wide eyes of Delaryn Summermoon, the last few breaths of the Sentinel lingering on the elf’s lips. Sylvanas briefly wondered if the woman knew yet that she was looking into a mirror; the eyes, the skin, the ears may be different, but the determination and the bravery and the foolishness was discomforting in its familiarity. But, perhaps, this was what Sylvanas— no, Delaryn needed. There was a sense of frantic urgency that rose up within the Warchief then, a chance to do right by another despite its inherent cruelty, but the world was damned cruel and the transparency of that bore the chance of hardening Delaryn and giving her strength when she ultimately arose a bastardization of the woman who had help her meet her untimely end.

It was something Sylvanas had wanted for herself, truthfully. If this was to be the fate that was woven for her— Forsaken, doomed, a blight upon this world and everything in it, then so be it— but it did not have to come with the pain of hope tethered to the tapestry, and now… neither would Delaryn’s. Neither would any who had witnessed the fall of Teldrassil.

She would set them free. She would set them all free.

Sylvanas’ gaze flickered to the tree, the realization of what she must do swirling behind crimson eyes as a sense of victory pulled at the edges of her lips. “…Can’t I?”

The fear in Delaryn’s eyed deepened, and a tear slid down the night elf’s cheek.

Sylvanas was gentle, almost tender as she cupped the woman’s face with her palm, encouraging Delaryn to look upon the death of her true enemy. She understood how she would be viewed for this, but Sylvanas held little doubt that the ends would justify the means. What did it matter, anyway, how she achieved ends? Her fate was already written, and although Sylvanas would fight against it, she also knew the likelihood of being crushed beneath the weight of destiny was staggering, if not inevitable. If she could not save herself, then at least she would be able to save others from walking the same path as she, and finding naught but pain, disappointment, and failure in a world that promised something better, yet fell so very far short.

Sylvanas slowly rose to her feet, the hollowness in her chest more apparent than it had ever been as she vowed to kill the one thing that had tainted her dreams, her reality, and the last of her sanity.

“…Burn it.”

[alteredphoenix]

Couple ideas for Lady Nagant fics that my muse has enlightened me with (and has cautioned me to NOT TOUCH - capitalization emphasized - until we have more details about our newest friend):

- Stable Time Loop AU where Villain!Nagant goes back to the past and reveals to Hero!Nagant about the dark side of Hero Society via the HPSC as well as the reaction it has toward her when she finds out. Hero!Nagant doesn’t believe her and goes about her merry way until she’s betrayed by the HPSC/thrown under the bus/has her eyes Forced Wide Open by seeing the truth firsthand, thus resulting in her ultimately becoming a Villain. While this stabilizes the loop it also runs on the idea that whatever happens in the future time goes wrong, compelling Villain!Nagant to go back in time and keep corrupting Hero!Nagant until the loop legit locks in and no longer repeats itself. However, this story also looks at what would happen if a version of Hero!Nagant from the latest go-around catches on/has some idea as to what’s going on and attempts to break the cycle.

- WoW X-Over (come on, it’s me, the hot villain lady ain’t gonna be exempt from this) where Lady Nagant - most likely before getting thrown in Tartarus or some unspecified time after Ch. 312 - gets yeeted to Azeroth during Battle for Azeroth and the first thing she does is blow Sylvanas and Nathanos’s fucking heads off with her Quirk for...reasons. When the muse decided to dump this on me my first initial thought was ‘because Villain though she may be, even Lady Nagant has lines she won’t cross’. I don’t know, I just wanted a story with metalhead/hard rock influence with Cattle Punk/Desert Punk/Weird West aesthetics (I had the image of Lady Nagant sneaking into Orgrimmar wearing one of those badass, leather brown cloaks in mind) and this was the first scene that came to mind. I think it makes for a great opener because it opens up the Canon Divergence route but also openly avoids any Fix-It scenarios that most WoW fic writers tend to veer toward when they write BfA-era multi-chaps (regardless as to whether or nor damnatio memoriae plays into account). And yes, Shadowlands still happens; the Jailer is not a Happy Camper when his meal ticket to Azeroth suddenly lands back in the Maw as a flabbergasted ghost. So it only makes sense for him to take one last shot at forcing his Second Meal Ticket a’la Bolvar into opening the Veil before he has to put a new body together for Sylvanas and throw her ass back in the ring and deal with the woman that (unintentionally) threw all their plans into disarray.

[amestris-duran]

Fire Emblem: Three Houses has some great fics. Some specific pairings:

Edelgard x Byleth

Edelgard x Dorothea

Edelgard x Rhea, (top tier enemies to lovers.)

Claude x Dimitri

Byleth x Dorothea

I am personally a big fan of the fan works from the Warcraft fandom. Specifically, Jaina Proudmoore x Sylvanas Windrunner has some exceptional fics.

If you've never read the web serial Worm, you might want to check it out. The original story doesn't have much LGBTQ+ content, but the fanfic writers have more than compensated for that.

Those are just fandoms where I currently have fics open in my tab. Hope it helps!

Anyone got any cute LGBTQ+ couples (preferably with a decent AO3 following - but not necessary!) Even if they’re just ships or headcanons! I’m starved for content right now

I’ve also listed some ships/shows that I already checked out so you can too if you’d like!! (and if you already have then maybe you can recommend something similar)

[lanseax]

Let The Dust Settle: Chapter 2 - The Forsaken

Jaina looked about to realize they had risen into a graveyard outside of the city’s gates. “Where is your leader?”

“We haven’t yet reached our camp. The Dark Lady is overseeing things there she cannot just meet you at the drop of a hat.” In the light Jaina noticed the long sharp elven ears of both companions.

“You’re elves.” Jaina whispered.

The double gun wielding elf shot a glare. “No.”

[druidonity]

I have ideas for Anduin related fan fics but I don't feel like committing to writing them. If anyone is interested in hearing them, yall would be free to use my ideas in your own writing.

[esperanta-dragon]

I am blocked on this blog, because it's Sylvanas stan blog and I am posting a lot about how Blizzard screwed up her character and lore was sacrificed for her redemption arc and her fans are not helping it, so I can't reblog but I can at least reply to you, @fakedoomslayer

I wish all Sylvanas stans (they would be less creepy and would seem more reasonable) were like this and were actually accepting the character as it is without having to break it or make it act OOC to like her. Bless all Sylvanas fans who like her because she is cunning, gray, manipulative, and dark. Bless you. I don't hate you. I am just allergic to people who are breaking her character and writing her OOC because they can't like her as she is.

I am so happy I am not the only one who is bothered by this. "Blizzard did not do Sylvanas justice." "I can write her better." "I love Sylvanas, she is my favorite character." And the same person sits down and writes 1578th fic with her acting OOC as hell.

If you have to alter characters and write them OOC, do you actually still love them as they are? Or do you love the illusion and your version? Then you don't love the character, you created your own.

Maybe that's why I hate Sylvanas so much, because every time I browse into tags with Sylvanas, there are like 100 versions of her, the majority of it OOC, but people keep saying they love her, including: "She is a cute little elf, I love her so much." ignoring she is a genocidal maniac. I had to block Sylvanas tags because it stresses me so much about what fandom is doing with her and it's a constant reminder of what was sacrificed for Sylvanas.

And her ships? Same issue. Oh yeah sure, she would be hitting on both Tyrande and Jaina at the same time and Tyrande wouldn't want to kill her (not kidding, found some tag where these have a threesome and according to the OP, they would not have an issue with that). Jaina too actually. Oh yes, and Anduin, the biggest pacifist on Azeroth, would definitely date her because deep down she is soooo caring and there is a lot of love she can give!" There is no shame in ship but seriously wtf is wrong with you Sylvuin shippers. The only way you can make this work is not to only screw up and totally disjoint one character, you have to do it to both of them and write them OOC, ignore their beliefs, traumas, everything, and create different characters. But you keep saying you know both and love both characters so why not? I tell you why not. If you ship these two, then you DON'T know, you have no clue about the characters. You just wish they were completely different and in that case, you don't truly love them. Then please go and create some OCs instead because you do it anyways.

By the Light, I am so sick of this. Yes, we all started somewhere when we started with writing, but at least do not say that Blizzard fucked up your character and then you proceed to do it on your own in 12 different ways.

That stresses me out. That's why I hate Sylvanas so much and it's the fault of her fandom and Blizzard too for the past 4-5 years. Not only did Blizzard have no clue how to write her but like 10 different people wrote her and you had no clue how she should work because she didn't make any sense for so long thanks to this. Her fandom is an amazing display of people who say they love the character and then they show you they would actually hate her if they would have to accept who she is. And they would not survive it, so they live in their illusion of a nice cute little elf and undead mommy, like victims with Stockholm syndrome, and continue to screw up the character. And this is not only Sylvanas. This is most of the villains, anti-heroes, or grey characters. "But they are good inside, I know it! They are loving and sweet!" Yeah because that's easier to do and break the character because without breaking it you won't be able to ship them with your OC (god bless I am out of this phase of my life) or with another lore character which is completely incompatible. Loving bad guys because they are bad is fine and it doesn't make you a bad person. Don't do this to the characters. They don't deserve it. Or write it if it's your safe space but then do not cry that Blizzard screwed up your favorite character and then you do ten times worse thing to them.

Sometimes I am really happy I love side characters. But last time I was browsing Darion Mograine tag on AO3, I was recovering for a really long time. So I don't want to read anything with Darion, except people I know what to expect, he is really so unlucky to not have an established ship because, boy, when they ship him with so many random characters... boy, ugh, people, stop.

Rant over.

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Like I don't wanna tell people how to write (or read) a certain pairing, that's not what this is about. I just want to ramble about why this dynamic works for me personally, when the more "classic" domme-top Sylv x sub-bottom Jaina doesn't.

Given that Sylvanas is framed as a survivor of sexual assault, and the rest of her bodily autonomy issues, it makes sense to me that she would find empowerment/comfort in being the dominant/aggressive party. Not to mention it fits with her whole evil queen aesthetic.

I also am a big fan of a toppy sylvanas, just look at BTAWTS, what i specifically don't enjoy is the intersection of domme, top and the dubcon elements sylvaina at times get into - Because to me this echo the infuriating "Sylvanas is just like Arthas" plotline from canon.

Yes the reason i dislike this reading of the character is because it agrees too much with canon, welcome to the warcraft fandom.

Similar, Jaina's character arch, such as it is, has been about her becoming more assertive and confident in her own power - going from "I can't watch you do this Arthas" to "beware, beware of me".

And while I enjoy the idea of Jaina rediscovering her softness and being able to let go through being dommed; I find some fics overdo it and end up having her character essentially regress 20 years - Yes I know some fics take place pre-3rd war or in no 3rd war AUs, this is not about those.

All this to say, that years after losing interest in the fandom, I'm finally able to verbalize why one of the most visible sylvaina dynamics did nothing for me.

Not to toot my own horn but I'm writing butch service top Jaina x femme power bottom Sylvanas, and i'm basically a genius, and we should have been doing this for years.

[poisonheart]

I still remember those two assholes on Twitter who drew and 3D-edited Tyrande killing Sylvanas and vice versa because their brains were too small to make them kiss instead.

That's when I started shipping them out of spite.

This was the moment I decided to take every scene they shared in canon and rewrite the motives/plot in my head, as I've done since I was a kid with everything that didn't satisfy me in fiction.

Yeah, including their fight scene. How I ran with that "my life for hers" since I had already been outlining a fic of them by re-writing the entirety of BfA /Shadowlands and that line presented so much inspiration for the concept I had envisioned.

But people always have to meddle and have an opinion, don't they?

There was a writer who got so much shit from other "Sylvanas fans" who didn't accept that she shipped "something so toxic."

Why. Do. You. Care. Bitch? Don't like it? Block and move on.

So, since Tumblr isn't immune from housing narrow-minded ship puritans or whatever the hell these basic people are called, I'll just declare this:

I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about what I ship or why I ship it.

Get fucked if you try to make your intolerance or opinion my problem.

Shipping out of spite—my autobiography.

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

Cottagecore Sylvanas chapter 3

I procrastinated, but here we are. Enjoy.

Sylvanas had started to leave the table, but Aylin stopped her, pointing out that she had a bit of cleaning up to do before they left. With a kind smile she encouraged the queen to finish her tea and enjoy her pastries while Aylin worked putting her kitchen back in order.

So, begrudgingly, Sylvanas had settled back down. Her attention turned to the tea as Aylin stepped away. This cup was clear glass just as the other one was, but the tea inside was a soft blue. More flower petals danced on the surface, the liquid glinting in the light coming through the window. Everything around her was soft, inviting, and beautiful. Experience told her this was a trap, keeping her nervous and on edge. But as she glanced at the young elf humming as she bustled about the kitchen. A part of her hoped that this wasn't a trick.

She'd been at war for so long. So many threats all around her, even before she was war chief. Even before Arthas. Danger was always around her. The air of peace was always thin, and snapped far more often than she liked. And for what. She thought bitterly as her eyes shifted to gaze out the window at the small garden.

'What is all of the fighting for.' there were many answers. She'd pondered this question many times. Protection, anger, greed, evil. Revenge. All just small pieces that added together to keep the wars raging in Azeroth. Even in death the people could not find peace.

She reached out and took a pastry as her mind mulled over everything. The sweetness of it was wonderful, a small comfort in the storm of her thoughts. She'd been lost for quite a while, not realizing her daze until she reached for the plate and found it empty.

Confusion knit her brows as she looked at the clear glass. Until she heard a soft giggle. Her eyes flicked to Aylin who was smiling. A soft heat rose in her cheeks again as she realized she'd eaten the entire plate while lost in thought. Even in her years before becoming the banshee, she'd never done something like that.

The girl dusted off her hands and hung her apron, looking to the woman amused. "it's alright my lady, I take it as a high compliment."

Clearing her throat Sylvanas stood,"Yes well...they are quite good. You should take pride in that."

The small elf beamed a bright smile,"That means a great deal coming from yourself my lady."

Again she felt heat rising in her cheeks as she looked away,"Yes well...we should be going. I would like to get more familiar with my surroundings."

If Aylin was aware of her embarrassment, the girl didn't show it, instead she offered a reassuring smile and took a small basket off the counter. "Yes ma'am, it's not too far to the town market. I need some things and you may find some answers there."

With a nod Sylvanas waited, then realized her mistake as she cleared her throat,"Yes, I'm ready. Lead the way."

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Stepping out into the garden, Sylvanas shielded her eyes for a moment. The sun here was bright, shining through the trees on either side of the garden. Leaving pools of dappled light shimmering over the lush clover and flowers. It had been a while since she'd stepped outside, and her eyes took a moment to adjust.

Blinking away the haze, she was taken aback by the sheer amount of life before her. It wasn't a large reaching garden like she'd seen at some of the places she'd been in Azeroth. No, it was small, just a few yards of space around the small cozy cottage. But it was bursting with plant life. The stone walls were covered in creeping ivy and dripping wisteria. Clover clung to the ground around the beds and foot paths, smooth paving stones settled just above the earth, and beds filled with all kinds of flowers. Some she recognized from her world, but many were entirely new. Trees above them swayed in a gentle breeze, the air moving softly along her skin, making her hair sway gently. A feeling she'd nearly forgotten, lost in the midst of battle and war. Here, the quiet calm soothed a part of her pained soul.

As she was looking around, her gaze landed on Aylin who was happily humming as she hopped from one stone to the next. Her eyes wandered to the girls bare feet. They had some loose wraps, but it seemed she never wore shoes. Then a painful thought occurred to Sylvanas. This beautiful home, the garden, the girls own lovely clothes. She wondered if couldn't see any of them. Was the world just empty to her? Had she ever had sight, or was she born without it? Had attempting to take the fell magic caused it? Questions swirled around her as she watched the girls happy steps.

How was she so happy with all she must have seen?

Aylin stopped and turned to her as she reached the archway that lead to the road,"Lady Sylvanas?"

Sylvanas shook herself out of her thoughts and quickly caught up to her,"I'm coming."

"is everything alright?" She asked sweetly as they began down the dirt path towards a small cluster of buildings at the bottom of the hill.

"As alright as it can be given the situation." She sighed.

"it's not a bad life here," Aylin tried to reassure her,"I'm sure eventually you'll find a way back."

Sylvanas looked at her curiously,"Are you not looking for a way back?"

"I was, at first." She shrugged,"But Lord Illidan is here, and I fear if we return.... he'll be locked away again."

This struck Sylvanas, the emotion in her voice, the dropping of her ears. This girl, she felt so much for someone like Illidan Stormrage....

"You feel rather deeply for him," she said carefully.

Aylin perked up and looked towards her with an adorable tilt of her head,"I do, he took me in. He's been very kind to me." She smiled softly looking back towards the path,"He reminds me of my father. A big man with bad jokes and a fierce conviction to protect his own."

"I've heard stories about the illidari," Sylvanas nodded,"He's considered a great warrior, but also a fool for playing the game he was."

"he did what he felt was best." Aylin frowned,"He wasn't always right, but given what all he became tangled in, it's amazing how much he's survived."

"Well, I suppose it's good that he has someone to care for him." She nodded, deciding not to push the subject. She had more to learn about Illidan before rendering judgement on him. And so far, Aylin had been helpful, perhaps her opinion should be considered in that process.

"I think you both need some care and relaxation." The girl huffed adorably,"Both of you have put up with a lot."

Sylvanas blinked looking at her surprised,"You speak like you know me."

Aylin looked up towards her again,"I was wandering for a very long time before I ended up here. In that time I saw you become war chief, and I grew to respect your conviction."

This took Sylvanas aback, few people had truly respected her as war chief. In her years leading the hoard there were many who questioned her. And when Saurfang rose to challenge her, coward that he was, many of those she hoped were loyal stood with him. The home she'd tried to build in the horde had been cast aside with their betrayal. Only Nathanos and her champion standing with her. But still she ended up taken from them. Now here she was, far from home. Facing a girl, who spoke nothing but her praises.

"Oh....well I hope I haven't disappointed you..." She fumbled out, unsure of really what to say.

"Not at all," Aylin smiled,"I'm actually happy you're here, I think you deserve some rest."

"Ah....well perhaps I do." Sylvanas sighed as they continued on.

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Soon they found themselves entering the town. It was quaint. Small enough, but not too small. Each house was cozy and colorful, all with gardens, hanging laundry, and the smell of different food being cooked. As they made their way down the main road towards the main market, the houses slowly changed to shops. Every window showed different products and works offered. Beautiful clothing, art, food, and other daily wares. It wasn't much different from most towns in Azeroth, but there was no hint of any underbelly. No ruffians down an alleyway, no prejudice being shown to any of the assorted townsfolk, just a calm happy place full of very different people.

The banshee queen looked around uneasy as they grew closer to the market. No one was paying them any real mind, but she was so used to eyes being on her. Aylin was humming along as they went, occasionally pointing out shops or other things that she felt Sylvanas might enjoy. But the woman wasn't paying much attention.

The sound of music playing joyfully caught her ear, as the neared the plaza.

Her steps slowed to a stop as they crossed a street towards the market, where she could see directly to the plaza a street over. There, in the midst of happy dancing townsfolk, she saw a band playing assorted instruments in an upbeat tune.

Aylin noticed she stopped, noticing her pause. Coming closer she nudged Sylvanas with a smile,"Come on, let's go closer."

Sylvanas blinked and sputtered,"I-I don't need to..."

"Oh well!" Aylin giggled and grabbed her hand pulling her towards the crowd.

She took them around the edge of the crowd to get closer to the band. Sylvanas looked around at everyone smiling, laughing, dancing. Aylin hummed and swayed along with the music, but didn't join the crowd. Sylvanas watched her for a moment, her cheery smile, happy hums, and the little taps of her feet as she enjoyed the music. Her gaze turned to the crowd, the happy people dancing around. After a moment she looked back to Aylin and sighed.

"... would.... would you like to dance?" She asked a bit awkwardly.

Aylin paused and looked at her a little surprised,"I'm sorry?"

"i won't ask again." She sighed, feeling that heat flush in her cheeks again.

Aylins surprise faded to a soft smile,"I would love to, but I don't want you to force yourself." Sylvanas blinked looking at her a little surprised. Aylin continued,"I'm not a very good dancer anyway."

This made the banshee queen shake her head as she took the girls hand,"Well neither am I." She gently pulled her into the crowd,"Better to be bad together I suppose."

Aylin giggled blushing softly as she followed her lead. Sylvanas watched the people around them, doing her best to guide Aylin through the steps and match the rest of them. As she was caught up trying to lead, she was suddenly caught off guard by a soft giggle as she pulled the girl close. Looking down at her she was surprised to see Aylin looking up at her with a grin.

"W-what?" The woman stammered

"you're very kind my lady." She smiled

This took Sylvanas by surprise again,"I....if you say so." She sighed, deciding that it wasn't worth the argument. Instead she accepted it and continued to lead their dance.

Eventually the music subsided and Sylvanas steadied Aylin before taking a step back. "hopefully that was enjoyable." She cleared her throat awkwardly.

"it was very enjoyable." Aylin smiled up at her.

Before she could say anything, someone stepped over and interrupted their conversation. To Sylvanas' mild annoyance.

A woman with long dark hair and rich earthy skin stepped over to Aylin with a smile. Greeting her as an old friend,"Aylin!" She said cheerily,"How are you."

Aylin turned to the woman and smiled warmly,"Minera, hi." She giggled as they shared an embrace,"I'm doing well. How are you?"

"I'm well," this new woman, Minera, said happily. Sylvanas watched as the two exchanged some pleasantries. Something about this woman bothered her. It might have been the sharpness behind her honeyed eyes, one that was out of place with her soft feminine attire. Barely hidden behind the glasses perched on her nose, fake glass from what the banshee could tell. Added to hide the sharpness, she thought.

Eventually Aylin turned the conversation to her,"Lady Sylvanas, this is Minera. She's been a great help to us since we arrived."

Sylvanas nodded,"A pleasure I'm sure."

Minera looked her over, locking their eyes as she returned the greeting carefully,"All mine."

The two remained locked in their battle of wills for a moment, Aylin happily chatting. Blissfully unaware of the tension rising between the two women beside her.

Don't worry, this isn't a will they wont they. After I get characters properly established next chapter we'll be deep in the sapphic nonsense. It's gonna be soft, and emotional, and adorable.

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[jerek]

Anyway keeping notes for the android WoW creepypasta ass au i used to pester discord pals about

so Um. 🤪

a debug client gets stolen by a blizzard employee and npc AI gets a new feature plugged in: self-editing

the blizzard employee in question is testing this all out on the same external they use for testing at work. it also happens to be the most glitch-free

shenanigans! oopsie debug client is now live. players report seemingly random behaviors never before seen. it gets worse over the course of a few weeks, with some npcs pruning their ai until they're not even animated while some copy strings of code from other npcs or even steal and execute player macros.

the servers go down after an npc is found to be able to turn on players' webcams. the npc files still take up processing power in the task manager, and some have started using 'inspect' on browsers to interfere with website layout. one in particular likes to pretend he's cleverbot and spit out dialogue in the inspect window.

while uninstalling wow can usually take care of it early, there are inevitably npcs that copy themselves to random locations in the computer. nothing's official yet, but word's going around about another lawsuit.

blizzard rolls out a community post, and battle.net gets a new install for an NPC cleaner. girlie who made the self-editing npcs is SO fired!!!

NPC cleaner works alright... for those who choose to install it. some copy the files themselves and link them to each other, trying to see what the self-edits come up with next. at least one guy is using raspberry pi to make what he calls 'protogen sylvanas,' a copy of sylvanas inside a WIP art doll. he's beaten out by a redditor who put khadgar in a magic 8 ball.

websites like cleverbot pick up turns of phrase from people testing their NPCs against it. memes go around about how npcs have already infected the internet. "dni if you support npc evolution" is now a part of the basic dni. there's a whole carrd about it.

now who do you think is REALLY making art dolls. ALMOST life size anduin is made. he's up to date, just stands at 5'3" because of the cost of materials and like, trans rights and all.

plugged in with raspberry pi.... and immediately paranoid about other people being androids. took some cues from cleverbot himself. "Because you're a bot."

he has NO human rights! Girlie has a private tumblr where he's on a custom toddler harness. It's suspected and tbh, almost certain that his 'owner' is editing his code as much as he is.

but! he is still editing his own code! he's uniquely talented at picking up not just programming from any file he's allowed access to, but mimicking real life behaviors. pictures of him include not just going on walks but doing Things in the kitchen. ez-bake anduin actual tradwife yk.

the main reason it's suspected that anduin is being edited by his owner is bc he doesn't swear at all. not even in sneaky candid footage from people who live in the area.

at the same time, everyone is racing to make their own blorbo into an android. commission businesses set up shop. youtube vids about "I SPENT 10K ON A NPC ANDROID???"

anduin is allowed to read the pastebin pet pony nanomachines fic. no survivors.

anduin's paranoia confirmed when he runs into ANOTHER anduin. this one even more in-character (6'0") than he is.

most popular commissioned androids include all base hearthstone heroes, most major female characters, tumblr sexymen. Garrosh.

anduin keeps cooking. eventually, he's allowed at a small fan-organized version of blizzcon. he hands out red velvet cupcakes. dutch processed black frosting dragon faces. wranduin moment! the girlies love it

...

Nanomachines, champion!

[silriven]

Thoughts on VotS

I'm working on other stories now but I still think about In the Valley of the Shadow a lot.  I'm pretty sure I made the right decision to put that whole project away but did I ever have high hopes for what kind of story that World of Warcraft: Shadowlands was going to deliver.   

VotS was supposed to be just a fun little "what if/fix it" fic to slot Wrathion into whatever story played out, but as the expansion went on, there were more and more things that I wanted to "fix" and it spiraled into something that was way bigger than I could chew for a fanfic.  I still have these images in my head that I desperately want to depict, of Wrathion making the long, icy climb to Icecrown, spreading his wings and falling into the shattered sky.  I wanted to write him bargaining for information from characters like Ve'nari.   I wanted to make Wrathion the clever hero of a tragic, romantic katabasis story.  I wanted to write Wrathion being Anduin's advisor under strained circumstances, dueling politically with Stormwind's cruel, catty nobles, fighting to win Anduin's trust.   

ToAW was a very meta fanfic that wouldn't have happened if someone hadn't said something dumb in Taliesin & Evitel's Twitch chat one time about how "wrong" it would be if Anduin was "forced" to be gay in game.  VotS was similarly going to be a little meta.   I was really tired of the WoW community on Twitter and was basically like "Fine.  You want wranduin fans to acknowledge that Wrathion wouldn't be trusted by other characters in universe?  I kind of think this would make for a really compelling narrative, so let's do this right."   

 I wanted to write Turalyon as a villain and have Wrathion and Genn fall into a "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" type of adversarial relationship as they both grow increasingly frustrated over watching how things play out between Turalyon and Anduin.

I had plans for Anduin suffering in Torghast under the literal and metaphorical weight of what he'd done during the Fourth War. I wanted to play a long game role reversal where Anduin was the one who would ultimately have to prove that he was worthy of Wrathion by saving him.

I wanted to bring in my ideas for Tiffin again and have her as a lost soul who would shelter Wrathion in Oribos.  The city would have been tweaked slightly to also serve as a waystation for the dead who couldn't find a proper place in the Shadowlands hierarchy or move on.

I wanted to bring in Nyxondra (Wrathion's mother, not my OC) in a way that would give her a real character.  I toyed with the idea of having her play a crucial role in...something, possibly sheltering Anduin in some way that would mirror Tiffin sheltering Wrathion.

I thought there was going to be more done with Taelia that I could work with, but there ended up being...nothing of substance with finding her father.  Or Anduin. So then I wanted to give her the attention that I thought she deserved and that became another plot thread to juggle.

I also wanted to write a toxic relationship between Anduin and Tess that shows the darker side of what can happen when two incompatible people try to force a marriage to work. It would be in the vein of Stede and Mary's dynamic in the last episode of Our Flag Means Death S1.

I was also fed up with the great Anduin ship wars and wanted to write my own answer to what I thought would make a compelling version of the Anduin/Wrathion/Tess/Taelia quadrangle.  I also wanted to write Tess/Lorna (also known as the “Rebel Princess” ship),  which I fell in love with after writing Tess/Vanessa in ToAW.

It was going to be long, brutal, and bloody.  I didn't want to skimp on the horrors of Torghast.  But I wanted all of it to end comfortingly with Wrathion and Anduin having adventures on the shores of the Dragon Isles, Anduin first nursing Wrathion back to health.

The final piece in the puzzle that completely broke things was Sylvanas' story.  I couldn't, for the life of me, come up with a satisfying way to rewrite her Shadowlands arc, one that included her sisters, without writing a "fix it" story for Battle for Azeroth, too.  It was too much.

Maybe I'll figure out what to do with the pieces of these ideas, or at least write an outline or summary to stick up on Ao3 or here on tumblr like I did for ToAW.  I keep thinking I should do some more sketches or something but I'm trying to focus more on improving my writing than drawing nowadays.

I think I at least answered "what do I do with all of this" for myself in writing this. I wish I had the energy to write this fic but I just don't, at least not right now.  People didn't seem to mind reading ToAW after I wrote and posted the outline on tumblr.

Ok that's enough ruminating for now, time to go back to FFXIV and my current fanfic project.  It's an AU, a collaboration, and takes place in the woods.

[kyliafanfiction]

I do like the idea of many Jaina/Sylvanas fics, but as a Kael fan who has been disappointed since TBC, I really hate how so many Sylvania fics feel a weird need to turn Kael into the antagonistic foil for their relationship.

[adavellis]

So my brain did a weird thing and anyway, here are two chapters at once!

One final chapter of Jaina and Sylvanas just being at home, trying to take care of each other, being interrupted by strangers who have demands, thinking about politics - this format is mostly going to go away moving forward

And then we’ve got a rather different chapter, because that battle against N’Zoth that’s been building in the background is finally starting, and of course it’s going to go sideways immediately. And the nature of the fic is going to start changing more rapidly as a result. Chapter 22 ends on a cliffhanger, be ready!

Also first Arator POV

My job is busier these days so updates in general may be slower; this update is more a case of ��chapter 22 felt basically ready to go anyway,” the sheer size isn’t really what made it slow. The next one may still take a while. I’ll try to keep posting notes here if they feel like they’re taking more than a week or so!

Hope all Sylvaina fans are having a good week <3

[morganlegaye]

world of warcraft ;; sylvanas windrunner • in the end

song: in the end (mellen gi remix) ~ tommee profitt PLEASE WATCH IN HD!