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[maltacus]

My Dread Lady, Part 53

Jaina is faced with a moral dilemma when an elderly Theramorian dies and her Forsaken husband wishes to follow her. Jaina calls Sylvanas a dumb bitch and Theramore celebrates New Year’s Eve with both a proper diplomatic reception and a most improper one.

...meaning they kiss...

The last accord rang out and the last whirl of theirs was coming to a stop, to an end, and Jaina did for the love of mana not want it to come to an end, and she tensed her grip for a change and spun Sylvanas with her, languidly leaning back in Jaina’s own arms, and bent over her –

Jaina was falling heedlessly forward, heart and soul, into that red. Drawn, faster and deeper and unwilling to even think of resisting, so close that she imagined herself feeling the cool of Sylvanas’ lips, so close that she knew that she did –

Sylvanas did not turn away and Azeroth turned itself upside-down, and Jaina kissed her.

The tiniest of spots in the back of her mind registered that Sylvanas was undoubtedly keeping them both balanced and not tumbling into a heap on the floor. The rest of Jaina knew only the smooth caress of elven lips upon her own and their delightful wetness.  

Somewhere in the outside world spiralling around them, she faintly caught a dwarven tone addressing the Kul Tirans, dry as tinder.

“Nice diplomacy…”

It was quickly followed by the unmistakeably eager call of Rhonin.

“FIREWORKS!”

[omgkalyppso]

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During my recent isolation period I levelled 5 characters to max level in the mists of pandaria remix event:

2. I also finished The Magnus Archives and am caught up on The Magnus Protocol. I adored both. Looking forward to what's next.

Still, something I told my friends about that is:

i think the statements from tma lost some of their terror for me in seasons 4 & 5 because they were so plot-centric. The statements that spooked me most in tma were things like the person who could run forever in an empty world (i think a mall?), the university students holding the human hearts, the introduction of the stranger with the woman who could remember her previous mother or w/e, the pit that that whole town went inside of, "the blanket never did anything" etc. these weren't my favorite statements, but they were good horror, for me. and the beginning of the magnus protocol is back to being good horror again. that terror. that dread. bonzo, the lady hunter, and the speaking corpse that alice found all give me chills. and that's on top of the mysteries of what's going on with jon, martin and Augustus, and the IT guy.

3. I have been working on and off on this image from the free dragon age coloring book for months. Hopefully I'm learning something:

[annova]

Fanfic Master List

**All links will take you to Archive of Our Own**

Updated: Dec 28, 2024

Total works: 12

Baldur’s Gate:

From the Ashes

F!Durge/Astarion

Rating: E

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: Cyra had no memories when she woke up on the beach after the nautiliod crashed. The whispers in her head told her she was a killer, that she was made to do terrible things... But that's not what she wanted.

Astarion didn't know how he managed to escape his master but he refused to ever go back. He would do everything it took to free himself from the monster that broke him for so long.

Together, no master would ever hold them down again. They just had to find each other first. And deal with that pesky Absolute.

The Devil’s Consort Series (Contains Smut)

Re-Negotiating

F!Tav/Raphael

Rating: E

Summary: Tav re-negotiates the deal with Raphael to put herself in a better position post Netherbrain defeat. Set in Act 3.

Malicious Compliance

F!Tav/Raphael/Haarlep

Rating: E

Summary: Tav breaks the rules and gets punished for it, but with the help of Haarlep, she still ends up getting her way. Because in the end, she always gets her way.

When the Cat’s Away (Run, Little Mouse)

F!Tav/Raphael, F!Tav/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Tav is the unwilling participant in a game of cat and mouse and loses (kind of)

You Get What You Ask For

F!Tav/Raphael

Rating: E

Summary: Tav interrupts Raphael while he's working and it... goes about as well as one could expect

Dragon’s Blood Series (Contains Smut)

To Touch the End of Time (With You)

F!Durge/Spawn Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: After the creche is destroyed, Cyra thinks the worst happened. Astarion finds her after she sneaks away from camp, and he endeavors to make sure she knows he doesn’t hold it against her.

Silk and Sunshine

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Cyra feels forgotten about and decides to change that. Things go about as expected…

We’ll Dance Together, Forever

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: The Vampire Lords host a masquerade ball, and a coupl guests get a little handy. Lord Astarion doesn’t like anyone touching his things…

The Warmth of Your Embrace

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Cyra and Astarion spend some time together in front of the fireplace...

Mass Effect:

Shades of Grey

FemShep/Garrus

Rating: Gen

Summary: It’s easy to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don’t know what to do with grey.

World of Warcraft:

Ghosts

Rommath/OC

Rating: M

Chapters 24/30

Summary: Not every Alliance mage agreed with Jaina Proudmoore’s Purge of Dalaran. Rommath discovers that some ghosts just won’t stay dead and along the way, learns that love still has a place in his heart. Set during MoP and beyond

Soul Full of Scars 

Darion Mograine/OC

Rating: E

Chapters 14/?

Summary: She should have died in Naxxramas. And yet, now, years later the Kirin Tor is sending her to help fight Arthas in Northrend. Berryl is forced to face memories she would rather forget, while coming to terms with being forced to work with the son of the man who gave her those scars. She would just… rather not.

[beatrixacs]

Taking the Knights Radiant Quiz to find out that my result is a Windrunner which means that I chose well to be a Sylvanas loyalist 😊

I know those are completely two different fantasy worlds but it makes sense, okay?

[popfizzles]

me: my five hour vod has been uploading for 4 hours and its only at 20% finished. its 32 gb

my dad: thats like. the size of world of warcraft. i dont think you can upload world of warcraft to youtube

[ultimate-sword-showdown]

Pre-Tournament Info Doc

Here is a link to the document. It has images and descriptions for every sword. It's extremely long and hard to look through, but please ctrl+F to find the swords you're familiar with and check my work.

There are some swords that I left notes on asking for feedback or literally asking you to send me your own description. If you happen to find a sword that has a note on it, please give some sort of feedback so I know how to refine the description

I gave you the ability to comment on the document if you're comfortable with me seeing your email address, but you can always send me revisions through asks or DMs, or on the reblogs/comments of this post.

Polls will officially start on Sunday, December 17th. If I don't get feedback by the time the polls are set to go out it will be too late!

[sylvasa]

Tag game

Tagged by @dangerliesbeforeyou to list five things I can talk about for an hour without preparing. Thank you for the tag!

1. Ateez.

I only discovered them last year, when Bouncy came out (June 16th, a day after Yeosang's birthday). I was still in the middle of recovery, and wasn't able to game much yet. So I was lying in bed or on the couch all day, scrolling through various social media apps, amongst which tiktok. And when I did find them, I fell hard. I watched any content I could find on them for the past 5 years, bought so much merchandise, made my husband like them too.. up to the point where we got up early last Saturday to watch their coachella performance live through YouTube. My husband was even unable to sleep, scared I wouldn't wake up form the alarm and miss it. What a saint.

2. Doctor Who

I've only ever really seen new who. My all time favourite doctor is 10, but I really love all of them. I even have a huge airbrushed artwork done of the 50th anniversary episode, my favourite episode ever. Also arranged by my husband as a gift, commissioned from his friend and their airbrush teacher helped too! Okay my husband is great at supporting my obsessions. Did I tell you that I'm meeting David Tennant this summer!? We got tickets to comic con, including meeting and getting pictures with him! Just two more months to go!

3. Stormlight Archive

I've read this several times. First I read it by myself, then I read them out loud to my husband who is really into the series as well. Then, while I was recovering and couldn't properly use my eyes so I couldn't read, we listened to them on audiobook. I love everything about the world. I can probably rant for over an hour about my favourite character alone, honestly. If you like reading, read the stormlight archive series!

4. Elden Ring

This was the first souls game I ever played. My husband loves the dark souls series and I watched him play it a lot, but I never though I'd be able to because I can have a bit of a temper when things don't go my way while gaming. So he'd gotten the game for himself and when I watched him play, I was really amazed by everything about it. So before he finished (he doesn't game nearly as often as I do), I started the game instead. Then I cleared it before he did, and 4 more times after that, before helping him clear his run. After that I started to really like souls games, and I'm actually pretty good too!

5. World of Warcraft

I started playing WoW since 3 days after its European release on February 11th 2005. I have had periods where I didn't play much, but since a few years I'm back to raiding with some friends and I love it! I also push mythic keys, and of course have AotC every patch since then. New patch coming next week!

There are probably more, but these are my biggest obsessions, especially Ateez currently.

I am really bad at tagging so if you see this and want to do it, please do!

[ph-arrt]

Renthal’s and Maw Walker’s portraits I drew for my dear friend @late-to-the-fandom ❤️

The Nightborne Maw Walker fits so beautifully. I do enjoy the “Light and Shadow” series so much! Highly recommend it.

[hellolunara]

Pls, pls, pls comment and gives kudos. It can go a long way to help a writer out. Don’t be afraid to send a comment either. I don’t mind! 

[aratheon]

Fantasy Races

What are your top five favorite Fantasy Races? Also, what do you think is the most unique fantasy race? 

I think brandon-sanderson Spren in Stormlight Archives are definitely one of the most unique races I’ve read. Although, I love the Witcher’s use of dopplers. They’re the perfect con artists, especially in the story with Dudu impersonating the halfling. 

[lothirielswan]

Chapter I: "Plagues Were More Pleasurable Than You"

Quest Objective: Read the pamphlet.

— EONA —

— TEMPLE OF THE WHITE TIGER OUTSKIRTS —

Round two. If I fall on my ass, it’ll be really embarrassing.

Illidan Stormrage shot me a haughty look of derision from across the sparring temple. His crescent blades seeped with the putrid odor of fel as he angled their tips at me.

“You know, it’s been a long day. I’m supposed to be somewhere soon…people will notice if I’m gone,” Kalecgos’s head popped out from the side of a pillar. The wood was marred with blade kisses.

I ignored my brother. I raised my arm and let my fingers tickle the crystals embedded on my bracers. They hummed in response.

“People notice you?” Wrathion barely glanced up from his talons dripped in ochre. Despite his appointment as referee (black and white were colors that appealed to his wardrobe), Wrath was transfixed by the vibrant shine of his fingernails.

“High talk from someone who forced a makeover on me!” Kalec leaned out father from his hiding place, clutching the collar of his new silk overcoat.

“I pitied the people who were forced to look at you—mainly myself—at our coming engagement. Also, we must enter the premises separately. Makeover aside, this—” Wrath gestured at Kalec, “—cannot be associated with my public image.”

I flexed my arm. Crystal sprouted from my armor, sharp and curved like a sword. The quartz glowed a bright green. It matched the tattoos sprawled across Illidan’s chest.

Foreshadowing, the foreboding sixth sense that warned me of forthcomings, prickled my skull. Illidan burst into the air, leathery wings unfurling. The ground became a fool’s game.

I aimed my fist at the arches lining the roof. A thin wire shot out. The crystalized tip shattered on the wood, followed by a piercing crack. Tree roots curled out and grounded the wire.

It was my turn to take flight.

Air whistled in my ears. I darted across the temple without walking an inch. The dragon who can’t fly my ass! Ha!  

Illidan’s form flickered before my face. His blade met mine with a shriek. Wind brushed my cheeks at the power of his strokes.

“What is your brand, exactly? Hair extensions?” Kalec was determined to win his verbal match with Wrathion from his hiding place.

Wrath’s head snapped towards his voice. “This is genetic and unattainable, mind you!”

“So is your personality!”

“I am not lacking in charisma. I am a delight!”

“Plagues were more pleasurable than you—seriously. Death knights have better manners—!” Kalec’s words were cut off by the kiss of steel.

Whispers of death accompanied Illidan’s swift strikes. I grimaced as the vibrations of his blows pulsated up my arms. The air swept past as I glided across the temple on the wire.

“I LEFT YOU ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES.”

A hush fell upon the room. Archmage Khadgar stood in the doorway, hands on his hips. His disgruntled gaze (commonly formed in Illidan’s presence) drifted across the room. He briefly noted Kalec holding a curly lock of hair in his fist as Wrath chased him. His cobalt eyes caressed the scars from steel on every surface of the room. Khadgar’s face had aged ten years by the time he reached me, swinging from the ceiling by a wire and poking Illidan’s side with my sword.

“Eona, I will confiscate that toy if your pestering continues.” Illidan growled. He still gripped his twin blades with pale lavender knuckles.

“Hit him harder!” Khadgar shouted, using what Illidan referred to as Khadgar’s “over dramatic hand gestures.”

My gaze traveled from Khadgar to Illidan. The demon hunter’s leathery wings fluttered like a heartbeat as he hovered next to me.

“This is bad parenting!” Khadgar shouted up to Illidan.

“He’s right, you know,” I agreed.

“Still better than your father,” Illidan muttered.

“That’s not a high bar.”

“We’re late,” Khadgar called from the ground, teeming with exasperation.

Wrathion righted himself. His dark curls no longer bounced like goblin springs; they fanned the air around him in a chaotic smokescreen of black. He scowled at the smooth, ivory slopes on Khadgar’s head. “I don’t suppose you can summon curlers from thin air, Mr. Perfect Hair.”

Khadgar winked at him. “The fangirls don't lie, Black Prince.”

The roots holding my wire shrunk and dissolved. I slid down the nearest pillar and landed near the “elderly” mage as he handed Wrath black curlers. Everything seemed calmer in Khadgar’s presence, like an adored professor in a room full of students. There was something heartwarming about being around those I knew during my childhood on Outland, now intertwined with my Azeroth family. It was a rare and unfamiliar feeling.

Khadgar bowed his head at my crystalized suit of armor. “You may want to keep that hidden. It doesn’t seem to align with your status of retirement.”

“Sorry. I should’ve gone for something less flashy. Like a turban! Or go shirtless and show off some tattoos,” I dusted myself off and glanced down at my newest creation. The crystals lining my body gave off a soft violet glow. My hobby of crystals had bloomed into the new profession of crystology, relying upon both jewelcrafting and enchantments. The glittering armor wasn’t very rogue-like, but it made my job easier—my past job. Scouting. My new title was consultant.

“Those buffoons are lucky that hunting the Legion has hit a lull. What is this meeting’s purpose?” Illidan clicked his tongue as he lowered himself to the ground.

Our party looked at Khadgar. He sighed at our blank faces. “No one read the pamphlet, did they?”

“...We were all sort of relying on you reading it.”

Khadgar released a weary sigh. “Alright. We’ll just walk in with no foundational knowledge. We’re already ten minutes late. And—”

“Can we move this repugnant guilt trip along?”

“And Illidan will sit by himself!”

~ * ~

Illidan smirked as he sat next to Khadgar. The mage simply shook his head and removed a flask from his robe. When my eyes widened, he murmured, “It’s not what you think. It’s a stamina elixir.”

I patted his hand. “When Illidan returned and we both agreed to seek help, this wasn’t what I meant.”

“When you’re my age, we’ll talk about what the phrase ‘seek help’ really means, Eon.”

I decided to stay quiet and exchanged a quick worried look with Kalec. As Khadgar predicted, we were late, and Taran Zhu had already started his introduction. We pretended to be engaged in a meeting no one knew about, and no one really seemed interested in.

The most powerful beings on Azeroth were gathered in the massive domed room. Every race leader, every name that was sung in a song and still breathed (or used to). All traveled to the end of the world to attend and face one another.

I bit my lip as my eyes surveyed the room. It’s been a while since I was last here. My gaze roamed famous faces. They all seemed like blank canvases as my thoughts drifted to my first time in this room.

Andy…

“But we do not join now to judge or demand justice.” Taran Zhu continued. “We come together for peace. For all of Azeroth.”

Peace? I leaned towards Khadgar, “Please don’t tell me we’re bearing witness to Alliance and Horde: The Therapy Sessions.”

“Have you read a history book? That’s all they do,” Kalec muttered on my other side.

Khadgar muffled his sigh and took another swig. “Therapy implies growth, little one. I like to think of it as…marriage counseling.”

I tried not to stare too much at where his flask was located in his breast pocket. The weather-beaten pandaren carried on in the center of the room. His voice echoed off the dark stone walls like a mantra. “These meetings will serve as a respectful form of communication for world leaders.”

Wrathion leaned forward from his seat at Illidan’s side (no one liked it when those two were in close quarters. Environmental debates were ensured) and rolled his eyes. “If I wanted family drama, I’d spend the next Winter Veil in Northrend with the rest of those insufferable drakes. Oh, bother, they’re right across the room.”

Kalec and I searched the temple. I nodded when I spotted them first. The dragon aspects were in attendance. Chromie, Nozdormu, and Alexstrasza sat side by side. My grandmother held a quill poised over parchment, taking dedicated notes. When Alexstrasza noticed our stares, she grinned and waved like we were children excited by every ounce of attention.

I looked away. Kalec cleared his throat, “You shouldn’t take it out on her. With your mother—”

“Don’t mention mom. I’ve had enough bad parenting today,” I muttered. I knew he wouldn’t like that comment. But he was used to my disdain for my mother. I crossed my arms and legs as I searched in vain for some distraction. A various form of entertainment—

Tyrande Whisperwind was amusing. She tickled her sleeping husband’s ear with a borrowed quill. Malfurion’s snores battled Zhu’s speech for dominance, “—and we can work together to solve the problems of Azeroth—”

“Community service?” Khadgar stroked the stubble on his chin as he pondered.

“Maybe Taran Zhu is taking on a motherly role for the Horde and the Alliance.” I mused thoughtfully. I started to peruse the Alliance faces, “So many father-son relationships…”

Wrathion made a disgusted noise. “How overrated.”

My breath stopped as my eyes traced the lines of a face I knew well. The hair was longer than I remembered, gathered in a short blond ponytail. The jawline was taut and more defined. His lips were pale and pressed firmly together—

“Are you having a staring contest with King Anduin?” Khadgar broke my reverie.

Illidan’s voice was thick with sarcasm. “How wonderful it must be, to stare into a stranger’s eyes and make them uncomfortable.”

“King?” I blinked and tore my gaze from the living masterpiece. I knew he was king. I just wasn’t used to hearing that title in front of his name.

Khadgar smirked at my bluntness. He hummed in confirmation.

Anduin was seated between the colossal Prophet Velen and the ever-irritated Genn Greymane. Anduin’s posture was picture perfect, even with the ridiculous bulk of plate armor he wore, and he listened politely to Taran Zhu’s speech. The memory of the teenage boy I adored—loved, even—was there if I squinted. Past Andy and Present Anduin merged. Like a demon hunter’s spectral sight, layer upon layer of reality flashed before my eyes.

I traced along the golden trim of his breastplate, trailing upwards—and paused.

Anduin’s gaze met mine gently. It was the softest expression I’d seen in years.

Hi. I…I want to say hi. Am I allowed to say hi? My heart fluttered. I stretched out my fingers, hoping my gestures were subtle to everyone else, and waved at him.

A wide grin spread across Andy’s face.

[maltacus]

My Dread lady, Chapter 51

There is much to prepare for the grand evening! Guest must be gathered, masks must be masked and travellers be teleported. Brilliance Auras must Bubble and Snowballs have Effect.

“Lieutenant Kalira won’t be joining us.” Nara informed.

“Someone has to keep watch over Lordaeron in the meantime after all, and I have strict orders from the Dark Lady to do so.” Kalira said a little primly.

“She is going to talk strategy with Baron Frostfel while we’re away from home.” Lenara explained.

“Ah.” The Mirrah’s nodded in understanding.

“Presumably there will be tactics involved too.” Velonara elaborated. “Lots and lots of tactics. On the great table.”

“Thank you, Ranger Velonara.”

“I need to ask you something!”

“Of course, absolutely.”

“What is a mana potion?”

[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Song: Curse of the Worgen Artist: Russell Brower From: World of Warcraft: Cataclysm

Listen on Youtube:

[lilyofporcelain]

Writing Archive

𝔇𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔚𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢 (2024)

º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 001 - 17 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - ℌ𝔞𝔷𝔢 / 𝔖𝔢𝔵𝔶 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 002 - 18 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - 𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔱 / 𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 003 - 19 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 / 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 004 - 20 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 / 𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔩 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 005 - 21 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 / 𝔖𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 006 - 22 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨 / 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 º 𝔇𝔚ℭ 007 - 23 𝔑𝔬𝔳 - 𝔓𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔯 / 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔶

𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔓𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔰 (2024)

º 𝔓𝔩𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥'𝔰 𝔅𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔶 - ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

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º 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 - 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1 º 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 - 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 2

[lowkey-tunes]

Merry Casual Sex Day

[xellandria]

80 #4, Alliance #4, Priest #1. So there's my four potential mains all dinged, though only my hunter is in a good place gear-wise. I don't think the priest will make it into the finals, as she's got no durability without gear and my friend group either doesn't do outdoor content at the same times I do, or is completely uninterested in outdoor content (or helping with it even when they're bored out of their skulls, Duf) :( Obviously gearing her up would help solve that but I've been a pet class for so long and a tank hybrid before that, it's kind of a huge gap in access. Then again, in theory you don't have to do outdoor content on the character you do other content on so I could be a log-in-for-group-content kinda gal. I dunno.

It's a shame, because of the four she's definitely the one I'm most interested in aesthetically right now lol, her mog is so pretty! she's so on theme! I'm so sad!