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Old wow was better because they let major characters look like shit. like someone’s supposed to be the son of the Big Bad and super uber powerful and has a six dimensional mind chess Machiavelli plan that you only get to see a little of because he’s a master manipulation and then you see him and he looks like this

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holy shit

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manlet wrathion

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raven wont stop yelling at me

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lol

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you are my daaaad you're my dad! boogie woogie woogie

                       welcome        home       ,       son       .

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btw once wrath gets officially patched in and i resub and catch up on a lot of bfa content i’ve missed (i had to unsub recently because of money issues but i should be in a good place very soon where i can resub) then hopefully activity will pick up on this blog again :^) for the timebeing you can catch me on tw.itter @ zhamusiel!

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my headcanon that wrathion’s hair gets longer when he gets older now being confirmed canon *chef kiss*

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SO I HEAR BLACK PRINCE REP IS UNLOCKING.

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His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth : Act II, Scene III. (via vladadoll)

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hallowedcraft‌:

         “   I   CAN’T   HELP   BUT   WONDER ,   ”   ANDUIN   BEGINS ,   LIFTING   CURIOUS   BLUE   eyes   to   meet   wrathion’s   crimson ,   “   when   you   said   you’d   spirit   me   away   on   adventures   that   would   have   made   my   father   age   ten   years   in   one   day ,   what   were   you   thinking   about ?   ”   somehow ,   anduin   can’t   help   but   CHUCKLE   at   the   memory ,   even   if   the   thought   of   varian   is   still   a   somewhat   open   wound .   “   and   has   their   nature   changed ,   given   that   we’re   both   OLDER   now ?   ”

@glorycraft    //   knock   knock ,   time  to  get   back   on   wrath .

        It earns Anduin a chuckle, accompanied by wisps of smoke from the corners of the dragon’s lips. He leans back in his seat, one leg folding over the other, a clawed finger tapping thoughtfully at his cheek. This was bound to come up eventually, right? Actually, part of Wrathion is a little surprised that Anduin remembered, while he himself never forgot.

        “I could whisk you away to the most dangerous parts of Azeroth and see how we fare, but I may be charged with making an attempt on the king’s life,” he hums. His face cracks open in a wide grin, all teeth and fangs. “I could show you places and things you’ve never seen before. Far-off lands hardly anyone knows about. Or maybe someplace new for the both of us.”

        Wrathion turns his gaze up to the ceiling just for a few moments. “Why do you ask? Have you been itching to get out, dear king?”

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surprise bitch

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bats at and gnaws on her tail >:V

       Mother  of  thousands,  seldom  is  she  permitted  moments  of  rest.   Entertained  by  one  another  or  even  beloved  consort,  yet  still  they  flock  to  behemoth  who  gave  life  /  from  whence  they  came.   bundles  of  scales  not  yet  grown  impenetrable,  claws  deadly  only  to  mortal  flesh.   O’  how  precious  you  are  to  her,  placed  ‘pon  pedestal  beyond  heaven’s  reach. ( even  he:  blood  of  another ) 

       Thus  when  noise  tells  of  stubborn  whelp’s  actions  more  than  subtle  touch  felt  through  ancient  plates,  attention  never  strays  from  intricate  journal  before  her.   Dark  ink  flowing  from  intricate  quill  /  history  preserved  for  eons  to  come.   When  the  time  comes,  will  the  world  find  them ?   Books  organized  by  the  ages,  tales  of  all  that  transpired  ;  her  testimony. 

          A  recurring  thought,  quickly  dispelled.   Cosmos — borne  force,  forged  from  eternity,  your  time  will  not  come  for  eons  /  it  cannot !    Breath  exhaled  past  ebony  lips,  finally  her  gaze  averts  and  tail  shifts.   Serpentine  limb  drags  into  view  across  cavern’s  heated  floor  with  headstrong  whelp  attached  and  promptly  lifts  him  up.  

        ❛ Having  fun ? ❜   gentle,  coated  with  an  amusement  gracing  edge  of  exasperation  /  fine  line  walked  as    talons  twirl  writing  tool  in  their  idle  hold.    Reminiscent  of  felines  known  long  ago,  revenant  queen  muses,  how  small  creatures  clings  in  defiance.   lowered  back  onto  stone  and  attention  returned  to  task  at  hand,  patient  mother  leaves  offspring  to  his  own  devices. 

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lays across her lap, dramatically

@glorycraft‘s gonna GET IT.

        He was like a bloody peacock in how he preened; bold, dramatic and so very over the top. Tess indulged it for a moment, lips quirking upwards on a once-stony face as he stretched his arms out – no doubt preparing for some complaint or ‘deep’ remark.

         That was, at least, until her hand came down on his head and began to muss his hair until its careful placement was no doubt ruined by her gloved hand. Then she laughed.

          “Hm. I dare say that’s a good metaphor for Azeroth,” she teased, attempting to match his candour. “Chaotic.”

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wrathion, i am your father.

I'm calling child services

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when i write a drabble about wrathion after anduin’s inevitable death it’s all over for u bitches