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There were so many good moments but this one made me tear up unexpectedly
#stormlight archive#quotes#writing#art#thoughts#stormlightarchives#knights of wind and truth#wat spoilers#spoilers#wind and truth spoilers#kaladin stormblessed#kaladin#seth#im not saying szeth does actually like killing#szeth#szeth son son vallano#sylvanas windrunner
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Y'all.
I am so close to finishing The Lighthouse.
I'm so excited.
#jaina proudmoore#sylvanas windrunner#sylvanas#sylvaina#warcraft fanfic#the lighthouse's tale#the lighthouse#my writing
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Sylvanas bakes something for Jaina. It either ends up miraculously tasting incredible, or being a complete disaster from start to finish.
This prompt occurs sometime in my Tangled Fates fic, where Jaina travels to another timeline where she and Sylvanas are married.
Thanks for the idea! Hope you enjoy it!
Now I want donuts...
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With the final stroke of Sylvanas’ elegant, elvish signature, the office door swung open. She looked up to see her very pregnant wife walking toward her with determination.
“You know you’re banned from coming in here, right, Dalah’surfal?” Sylvanas said, her tone only half-joking.
Jaina was just days away from giving birth and had been forbidden from entering the office. The healers had prescribed bed rest to reduce her stress, which meant no paperwork or overseeing the kingdom.
As much as Sylvanas detested paperwork, she was willing to shoulder Jaina’s responsibilities. Her wife, however, was not pleased. Jaina had tried to sneak into the office many times, like an elf addicted to mana, twitching to tend to the paperwork. Sylvanas had ultimately prohibited her from entering the office.
“I’m not here for paperwork,” Jaina said. She lowered herself into the chair in front of the desk, resting her hand on her stomach and looking uncomfortable. “I have a favor to ask.”
Sylvanas set down her pen and tilted her head. “Luckily, I’m done for the day. What does your heart desire?”
Jaina looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. “I have a craving...”
Throughout the pregnancy, it wasn’t unusual for Jaina to crave something sweet. She once woke in the middle of the night wanting rice pudding. Now, all she wanted was rice pudding.
“I think there’s one serving of the pudding left,” Sylvanas said.
“No!” Jaina practically shouted, causing Sylvanas to raise her eyebrows. “I’m craving something unusual. It requires a bit of effort.”
Now, Sylvanas was curious about what Jaina wanted. So far, her wife’s cravings had been fairly ordinary. Vereesa had warned her about this—she’d craved cherry pie topped with cheese when she was pregnant with the twins.
“You know I’ll get you anything, Jaina.”
“Okay... this is very specific, and I understand if you don’t want to go through the trouble of getting it...”
“Jaina, just tell me what you want.”
“In Dalaran, a high elf with a bakery stall sells the most delicious glazed donuts!”
Sylvanas stared at her, confused. The request didn’t seem unreasonable or odd, and she couldn’t understand why Jaina was nervous. There was nothing unusual about this craving.
“Let me tidy up here, and then I’ll head out,” Sylvanas said, rising from the desk.
“Wait, there’s more…”
“Do I need to make a list?”
Jaina squeezed her eyes shut. “I want pickles, too. But the pickles have to be on top of the donut.”
Sylvanas curled her lip in disgust. “That... is an interesting choice.”
“I told you it was a strange craving.”
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The kitchen was in chaos. Mixing bowls were scattered everywhere, their rims dripping with batter residue onto the counter. A bag of sugar had spilled onto the floor beside broken eggshells, leaving the floor sticky.
Sylvanas had never been much of a baker. She loathed when her father dragged her into the kitchen, insisting she learn to cook. Sylvanas preferred spending her time on archery and trap skills. Eventually, her father gave up on her ever mastering the culinary arts.
Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, and flour was splattered across her face. If Sylvanas were alive, she imagined she’d be a sweaty mess from kneading the dough.
She hadn’t realized how challenging baking could be. Had she known it was this difficult, she would have asked Aimee, the bakery stall owner, for recommendations on other places that sold glazed donuts.
When Sylvanas arrived in Dalaran, she realized the high elf had started closing shop early. She recalled the surprised look Aimee had given her when Sylvanas approached the stall.
Aimee relaxed at the mention of Jaina’s name, revealing that Jaina had been a daily visitor to the stall during her time in Dalaran.
When Sylvanas requested a glazed donut, Aimee frowned. The baker had run out of them—Khadgar had ordered the last dozen for a so-called secret meeting.
Perhaps it was the oversized pickle jar Sylvanas was carrying or the crushing blow clear across her face, but Aimee took pity on her. The baker quickly scribbled down the recipe for the famous donuts.
Sylvanas darted around Dalaran, collecting the ingredients without regard for their cost. She was eager to get back home and begin making the donuts.
Sylvanas sighed as the dough started to become soft and slightly sticky. The shopkeeper had assured her that the flour had magical properties, eliminating the need for the dough to rise. Sylvanas was grateful for that convenience.
When Sylvanas returned home, Jaina was at the door, eager to snatch the items from her hands. Sylvanas quickly devised an excuse to keep her wife occupied while she made the donuts.
“It’s a surprise,” Sylvanas told Jaina.
Jaina eyed her with curiosity. Before she could bombard Sylvanas with questions about the surprise, Sylvanas gently nudged her toward the office. She suggested that Jaina handle the more mundane paperwork, though, to be fair, Jaina found all paperwork exciting.
Sylvanas moved swiftly around the kitchen, grabbing a rolling pin and the bag of flour. She dusted the counter with flour before rolling the dough into large balls.
Once Sylvanas was finished, she arranged the donuts on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and set them aside while she prepared the glaze.
The glaze was a blend of powdered sugar and vanilla extract, promising sweet goodness. Sylvanas was tempted to taste it but knew it would likely taste like ash in her mouth. With a sigh, she stirred the sugar, water, and vanilla extract until the sugar dissolved.
Sylvanas moved to the stove, where a Dutch oven was heating up. She checked the thermometer to gauge the oil’s temperature and smiled when it was precisely where she wanted it.
Sylvanas picked up the baking sheet of donuts, lifted the Dutch oven lid, and carefully lowered two donuts into the hot oil. She let them fry until they were golden brown on each side.
Once golden, Sylvanas quickly removed the donuts, dipping each into the glaze one by one, and then placed them on a wire rack to put the pickles on top. She repeated the process until all the donuts were finished.
As the donuts cooled and the glaze set, Sylvanas beamed with pride. She had never baked anything so intricate before. Though she knew these donuts probably wouldn’t match the ones from Aimee’s stall, she hoped Jaina would enjoy them.
“Sylvanas, what are you doing?” a voice called behind her.
Sylvanas turned to see Jaina standing in the doorway with a hint of annoyance. Jaina glanced around the kitchen, taking in the mess scattered across the floor and counters.
Sylvanas gently walked over, took Jaina’s arm, and guided her to a stool. “Come sit,” she said. “I want you to try something.”
Jaina narrowed her eyes as she sat down, her gaze sweeping over the kitchen’s disarray. “Sylvanas, you had me go into the office after you returned, and now you’ve made a mess of our kitchen.”
Sylvanas ignored Jaina’s complaints. Instead, she grabbed a small plate from the cabinet and placed a cooled donut on it. Then, Sylvanas set the plate in front of Jaina, stopping her mid-sentence.
Jaina glanced at the plate and then looked up at Sylvanas. “What’s this?”
“I went to the stall, but it turns out Khadgar had taken the last of the donuts,” Sylvanas explained.
“That bastard,” Jaina muttered under her breath.
“So, Aimee gave me the recipe, and I made my own,” Sylvanas said, her nerves surfacing as she worried Jaina might not like her baking.
“You made this? For me?” Jaina asked. Sylvanas nodded with a coy smile.
Jaina grinned as she picked up the donut and examined it closely. Sylvanas held her breath while Jaina took a bite. Jaina closed her eyes as she chewed, then moaned in delight.
As Jaina finished the donut and licked the glaze from her fingers, Sylvanas let out a relieved sigh. “Was it okay?” she asked.
“Sylvanas, it was amazing! If I’m not careful, I’ll eat three more!” Jaina laughed. Sylvanas joined in the laughter, pleased that Jaina enjoyed the donut. “Come here,” Jaina said, inviting her closer.
Sylvanas leaned over the counter as Jaina had asked. Jaina kissed her, her lips still smeared with the sweet glaze. Sylvanas was surprised to taste the sweetness lingering on Jaina’s lips.
“Who would have thought pickles and donuts would make such a great combination?” Jaina joked as she reached for
another donut.
“Our daughter has quite the interesting palate,” Sylvanas said with a grimace at the unusual combination of flavors.
“Let’s hope she doesn’t decide to become a chef.”
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this was supposed to be a light hearted comedy and instead, courtesy of mylordshesacactus, "Overall impact is "adorable"" and "It's VERY funny until suddenly it's sad"
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I woke up and this was in my notes app
Sylvanas stepped down into the Scar, trying her best not to focus too much on any one detail, aware in every fiber of her being of what lay just beneath the blighted earth. She closed her eyes and concentrated, humming quietly, reaching out for what she needed. They came at her call, the lilt of the cavalry song familiar to them, and she gathered them close: three chargers, spirits faint but bright, like distant stars. A wave of her hand and they surged out of the ground, alicorns broken but heads proud, jostling for position and knocking ragged barding against each other as they mustered. She reached out to take one under the chin, almost smiling as it tossed its head and ducked into her palm.
"What are you doing?" Alleria's voice was flat.
"It is a long way to walk, and dangerous to linger." So was hers.
"You mean us to ride--" the disgust in her older sister's voice was suddenly too much to bear; the numbness which had descended over Sylvanas abruptly evaporated, leaving her raw and anguished.
"Stop it!" She was aware that she was screaming-- not wailing, screaming-- but she didn't care. The horses shifted their weight, but didn't shy away. "Don't treat them like they're filth!" Sylvanas could feel her eyes burning brighter, the tear tracks on her cheeks smoking, as she rounded on her sisters. They stood a few feet back from the Scar itself, just as they always held themselves slightly apart from her. As if it would corrupt them if they deigned to touch it. As if she were contagious.
"How dare you," her voice was low now, growling, the banshee echo dark with rage, "How dare you turn away from them. These horses charged into the teeth of hell, fearless and faithful, for Quel'Thalas. Their horns broke and their hooves split upon the armies of her enemies, and every blow bought another life escaped from Silvermoon. Here they fought and here they fell for Quel'Thalas, horses and riders both, at my order, and even still," she looked back at the horses, watching them a moment.
Sylvanas raised her hand in an old familiar gesture, and the three chargers dropped their forelegs, ready for their riders, "Still they serve." It came out in a whisper. "At my order."
Vereesa hiccuped. She heard Alleria shift her stance again, the creaking of her boots and the rustle of her cloak; she imagined she could hear her older sister's jaw clench, too.
"Do not you dare to stand before those who did what you did not, and be revolted by what their sacrifice made of them." She turned her back on the both of them, ready to leave them there and carry on with this folly alone, ready for a knife between her shoulders, "Don't treat them like they're beneath you."
Don't treat me like I'm beneath you. The words would never cross her lips; she did not doubt that Vereesa, at least, heard them anyway. Her horse rose and settled under her as she swung into the saddle, still parade-perfect as an elven warhorse should be, and she flexed elbows and knees until they faced the distant Spire.
"Turn back now, if you cannot bear to face what survival cost your people. Return to your ignorance. Your comfortable superiority. Or come and see the empty grave of the quel'dorei, but take care. The shame of what happened here is not theirs to bear."
#spirit writing#automatic writing#demonic fanfic possession#lesbian revisionist Warcraft fanfiction#windrunners three#sylvanas windrunner
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i am two thousand and late to this discussion but lmfao this youtuber sums up my feelings on what Blizzard did to my girl Sylvanas
anyway what is your favorite WoW xpac and why is it Legion? and why COULD it have been BfA if that storyline hadn't been executed so poorly?
#world of warcraft#sylvanas windrunner#i am and will always be a sylvanas apologist#also WOOF at how pro-alliance and anti-horde the writing has gotten#Youtube
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There is something so important in a relationship between a woman and the woman she killed with a rock who continues to haunt her through the insufferable son she is survived by.
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An AU in which Arthas won, but finds trouble when the Banshee Queen teams up with the Shadowreaper. Both are deeply troubled beings trying to come to terms with the lives they've lost, and both dream of clawing Arthas' face off at the very very least.
#world of warcraft#anduin wrynn#warcraft#sylvanas windrunner#varian wrynn#IM GONNA WRITE THIS STORY ONE DAY I SWEAR#I just look theyre both broken souls who struggle with what the world has done to them and in this story they slowly grow to find#a weird comfort in eachother.#And it starts off hostile with Anduin just recently escaped arthas and unable to control himself and his feelings and Sylvanas wanting noth#ing to do with a child#but then she sees herself in him and tries to help him because like were all in this together and also she can help him kill arthas#anyway#i have lots of ideas for it#arthas at one point sends out varian to try and stop them and Anduin fights his father to steal control from arthas
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wonder where khadgar's been :p
#too scared to post this on twitter for some reason#because the wow gamer dudes will probably find it and think im weird lmfao#khadgar#warcraft#this man does incomprehensible stuff to my brain#he really needs a wardrobe change tho#just dont change his face. he looks so damn fine lol#i made this because i miss him so goddamn much its unreal#he really did just. Abandon Azeroth for two expansions#he saw cosmic conflict and was like “nope. not today. been there done that” lol#to be fair wrathion and anduin kinda took the reins#and sylvanas#maybe its a good thing we dont see much of khadgar#they might just screw him up. in the worst way possible. in terms of writing#anyway ill quit rambling this is a gush post#video#ALSO I KNOW he was in the amirdrassil campaign in the end#was nice to hear him speak and see him interacting with jaina (iirc)#i hope we see him in the world soul saga at some point#probably will... maybe midnight or the last titan#i have a hunch we might see illidan too but who knows
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Writing Sentry's romance with Halsin is really hard when you used to mainly write World of Warcraft femslash starring Jaina Proudmoore and Sylvanas Windrunner mainly....because I only spell Silvanus correctly like....40% of the time and then have to ctrl + replace 'Sylvanas' for the entire rest of the document.
#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#tiefling#oc#dark urge#durge#oc: sentry ojeda#writing#fanfic#halsin x durge#World of Warcraft#Sylvaina#Sylvanas Windrunner
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The first snowfall of the winter saw the children of Boralus take to the streets, pelting each other with snowballs. Occasionally their missiles would hit an innocent passerby, drawing them into the fray.
Children were not the only ones to partake in snow fight. In the practice yard of Proudmoore Castle, Jaina & the Kul Tiran guard had faced off with the Banshee Queen & her Dark Rangers after said Rangers had commented that elves had better accuracy than humans. Naturally this raised some hackles amongst the Kul Tirans, Jaina included.
What started as a bit of fun turned into a full scale battle. Both sides pelted each other relentlessly until two remained. The combatants breathed deeply, eyes narrowing.
‘You are out of your depth, Proudmoore.’
‘Am I now?’ Jaina, she swiftly rolled a snowball & launched it toward her wife. The missile soared true but at the last second Sylvanas moved & the snowball hit the ground with a soft thud.
‘A good attempt, but not good enough.’ Sylvanas goaded & reacted with a volley of her own. The snowball hit Jaina on the shoulder & the Banshee Queen laughed loudly.
Jaina’s eyes glowed a bright blue & raised her hands. A dozen snowballs rose from the ground & hovered threateningly.
‘Cheating does not suit you, love.’
The snowballs launched toward Sylavanas & she grinned as she drew her bow, her arrows flew faster than the eye could track. Each arrow hit it’s mark, showering the mage with snow.
Shadow tendrils grew from Sylvanas arms, three on each side. Each shadow arm grabbed the snow and rolled it into a tight ball.
Jaina grinned. raising her hands again & snowballs once again floated from the ground.
The air was filled with soaring snowballs, some hit their mark while other's fell harmlessly to the ground. Both women laughed as they surged forward toward each other, trying to dodge the volleys they threw at each other.
Suddenly Jaina conjured a mound of snow that landed neatly on Sylavanas head & laughed at the cone of snow on her wife’s head.
‘Lucky for you I do not feel the cold.’ Sylvanas smiled, grabbing her wife around the waist.
‘What a pity.’ smiled Jaina mischievously, tracing Sylvanas jaw. ‘I had planned to warm you up.’
Happy birthday @iceafterdeath
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Happy New Year!
Finally!!! Sorry for the delay, got the big seasonal sass, and it gave me delays with this chapter. Enjoy!!
#sylvanas x jaina#archive of our own#sylvanas windrunner#jaina proudmoore#ao3 fanfic#banshee#it took me five million years to write it and I just had to get it out
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sylvaina is, in retrospect, so funny as a pairing simply bc of sylvanas's character. a woman so miserable and prone to overthinking being FLIRTED WITH? sylvanas 'i will become the unloveable monster they think i am' windrunner being unconditionally adored by her once enemy?? incredible. 10/10
#if i ever write sylvaina w sylvs pov it will literally just be 15k of her having a complete breakdown#jaina says a single thing and she has a shakespearian level freakout#outwardly completely unemotional#i loveee her#sylvaina#sylvanas windrunner
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Chapter 3 - Night
Startled, Jaina jolted awake at a loud knock echoing from the other side of the door. She was wide awake throughout most of the night, fearing that the darkness would engulf her. She only moved to retrieve a knife from the kitchen, which she clenched in her hand and sat with her back pressed against the door. It wasn’t until the first light of dawn crept in that her eyes finally closed. “Jaina?” came a voice from the other side of the door. Jaina struggled to steady her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. The knife she had clutched all night lay discarded at her side. Her body ached, stiff from the awkward position she’d slept in. “Just a moment,” Jaina breathed, squeezing her eyes shut and placing a hand over her chest to steady herself. “Alright,” the voice mumbled. Jaina recognized the familiar gruff tone—it was Nathanos.
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In which there is an astonishing amount of yearning for two people who have already fucked three times
#jaina proudmoore#sylvanas windrunner#sylvaina#world of warcraft#the power to manipulate belief#blorbos from my games#my writing
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I have the dumbest fucking idea and it's only getting larger in my notes app SO:
Hanahaki disease is a magical illness.
Forsaken are immune to diseases of the living: those which require a living body to afflict, feed from, or grow within. They are not immune to curses, afflictions, spell plagues, or magical illnesses.
And while it's true that the Dark Lady was raised with her body intact as it was at the moment of her death, including the injuries she had sustained immediately before, resulting in some physical tics and strain; it is also true that when she suddenly developed a cough, someone was going to notice.
It can't kill her, because she doesn't need to breathe, but an impossible passion for Jaina Proudmoore has given root and rise to Hanahaki disease, a most inconvenient affliction for the Banshee Queen.
#Hanahaki disease#the girls the wives#dumb ideas#Banshee Queen#they're idiots your honor#jaina proudmoore#sylvanas windrunner#sylvanas x jaina#i will write this you can't stop me#brain worms
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