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i didn’t wanna reblog ro’s post and bog it down. but literally @gaelicgene​ is the same white ‘hello neighbor do you like my tr*mp sign” headass that let’s his friends call his wrathion ( heavily inspired by bastardized and stereotypical brown concepts; literally thats a wiki link. click on it and see )  a ‘stunted lizard gy*sy’ and a ‘pygmy’ ; like he’s smart enough to know what this shit means, and then jokes how he’s the white cis boy he hates ( iirc he claimed to be trans at some point ). it’s still up there for everyone to see on @bpw​ and the racist remake ( racism ii: electric fuckaroo )  @dragonsplight​

not to mention harassing women in the fandoms he’s in, making people who play games with him incrediably uncomfortable by dropping r*pe jokes like it’s actually funny. like ; he’s just gross. ( one )

he’s a fucking freak, in general. literally on @warphoto​ ( tw: animal death, necrophilia, body horror, and more ! ) his character literally wants to torture / groom a little girl so like i mean it seems like this fuck has ALWAYS been a disgusting racist, and new on the list he’s been trying to go after muslims and using slurs / “”””maymays”””” about the ethnic cleansing of bosnian turks. he’s pulled the ‘i dont know’ card multiple times when he was confronted. don’t let him do it this time. 

so far all the blogs i know him being on is: @gaelicgene . @dragonsplight . @warphoto . and pretty much any moldy wonderbread headass that go by ‘ rexzellius rufus ’ or some shitty version of that

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Archive Notice

     This blog is on ice!

     The general clutter accumulated over three years of maintaining this blog (and moreover, learning how to navigate Tumblr from day 1 to today) has gotten on my last nerve, and thus I’m archiving this blog. But no worries! Arthas isn’t going way, he’s just moving to a less messy house. You guys can find me again over here. 

     (Notice: literally nothing is different, because I fear and despise Change and Making New Shit)

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fun fact: you can totally track their relationship through warcraft 3 and its expansion

another fun fact: you can also track kel’s degeneration into crazy arcane scientist by the time WoW rolls around

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     Scourge Chat Log #1

     Scourge Chat Log #2

     Scourge Chat Log #3

     Scourge Vent Recordings

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     Naxxramas inspired such strange sentiments from the Lich King, its halls at once exotic and familiar. Icecrown Citadel shared little in terms of aesthetics or constructive choices with the necropolis - his home’s influences primarily derived from the Vrykul and various human architecture, whilst Naxxramas was so wholly Nerubian - but the sensation that nestled in his bones was so very similar, almost homely. More than most other Scourge settlements, certainly.

     Perhaps that was due to its master.

     The knights are barely spared a glance from their new monarch, Arthas’ confidence in Razuvious’ skill and Kel’Thuzad’s keen insight high enough that he holds little desire to double-check their work. Besides; he is here for better things than the usual soldiers.

     Such as the beast.

          It’s a truly frightful abomination, he thinks, as he pauses to consider the... the hound, he supposes is the most accurate term. Closer to a deathcharger than a plague-dog in utility, and perhaps it’s the stubborn remnants of a dead life, but he finds himself fond of it almost immediately. He deigns to grin at it as he reaches out in a mockery of scratching behind its ears, checking the integrity of its construction. The beast’s skin holds firm, doesn’t split beneath the pressure, and he pulls his hand back, satisfied. 

          What a horrifying creature.

     Once he and Kel’Thuzad are underway again, he says, “I don’t suppose you’re constructing elekk beasts for our draenei? It’s only fair, after all.”

          On the second day of his fresh batch of experiments, Kel'Thuzad entertained guests. Many fools thought to breach the flying fortress of Naxxramas, and very few exceptional specimens were permitted to join the ranks of the Scourge’s army. A fresh crop of death knights, new and broken all the same, kneel at the passing hem of his robe.

           “ Ah, these will be ready for you soon, sire, ” Kel'Thuzad says, stopping to survey what once appeared to be an orc’s pet direwolf. Or several stitched together, as it now seemed. Patches of white, black, and tan fur all covered the lean expanse of the creature’s body. It salivates where it’s unhinged jaw doesn’t fully close.

          It’s one of many, fresh mounts for the fresh recruits. Or perhaps something more capable and intelligent, given the parts he’d used to cobble them together. With a flick of his tattered robes, Kel'Thuzad continues drifting past.

          “ Recent battles have given us more than enough resources to replenish our ranks, ” he continues. “ None shall stand against the Scourge. ”

@necroarchy // starter call.

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Do you ever feel old grudges welling up even though you though you moved past them?

     Implying Arthas Menethil gets over anything ever.

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@fteroboros​

   the darkness crawls back to reform its vessel — skin and teeth and sinew coalescing once more into place. ❝ unnecessary. ❞ a gloved hand reaches into the void of his coat and out comes another pair, entirely good as new.

     “Fascinating,” he says, startlingly genuine were one less... familiar with his sense of aesthetics. The Lich King watches, enraptured, as the aberration (what is it? how can he own it?) knits itself back together. He might as well have never have touched it. “I don’t suppose that works for more than just glancing blows.” 

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     “Unfortunate.” He had no real plans when he’d struck at the creature, merely a... sudden spike of curiosity to sate. “There ought to be a repair shop nearby, I’m sure.”

despite the gruesome state of his clearly mangled face, his laughter still rings; unhindered by the damage — delighted and mad. ❝ yoȗ̼͉͒ b̧̗͍͉͗̏͆r̨͉òke̙̙ ͬ͏̬m̙̉y͈̫̪ͧ̅̾ ̱̱̠g̍ͨ̓͞l͢ä̸̲s̜ͤs͆͝e̼̍s̫͇ͥ́́.͔̗̮̓̀̉ ❞ 

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what does it fuckin mean

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✂ = threatening them

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- accepting

    A snarl cracks across his face like the splintering of an icy lake in early spring - sharp and ominous, a herald of dangers just beneath the surface. Tread lightly; the ice is thin. His fingers twitch, wrap lightly around Frostmourne’s grip. Hatred rushes through his veins, and oh, how dearly he anticipates ripping the last dying screams from this ancient relic of departed gods and outdated morals.  

    Life-Binder. What a sham.

    “Boldly stated.” He’ll rip the scales from her hide, one - by - one. “But ultimately worthless. Empty air will not save your precious mortals, your Majesty.”

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Warcraft 3 Cinematic Trailer - The Frozen Throne Outro

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Occasionally I'm reminded fully and viscerally all Art/has had done and I just sort of. Quietly go "oh, right..."

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ACCEPT DEATH, FACE GOD, AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL.

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     @ all the people I’m following whom I haven’t interacted with or spoken to yet ‘cause I’m a dummy and I can’t figure out a way to get this walking pile of bad decisions to talk with your muses: y’all are great and it’s nice seeing you on my dash.

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     People who ship underage princes with centuries-old elf ladies (or, god forbid, 40-year-old zombie kings) shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses.

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     “That would be telling.”

     Amusement curled along the screaming damned who clung to his speech, weaved together with a sort of dull, condescending loathing. The Ebon Blade were such a particular thorn dug into his side, and this one -

     This one.

     A sneer tugged at his mouth.

     “I’ll admit, I’m rather surprised to see you still skulking about, Sunblade. You seemed the type to fall on your own sword, the moment things started to quiet.”

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     The Lich King’s presence was ever taxing against the death knight. No matter if her will was free or not, the very existence of that malevolent monarch would send a harsh chill up her spine and weigh down upon her shoulders. She knew better than to speak against him, to fight back or to act out without an army to back her up.

     But in the very least, she will not bend.

     “I thought you dead long ago,” She says, her voice low and head drooped, unable to look him directly. “… What… prompted your return?”

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nickigrants:

evil characters in states of submission/weakness

evil characters momentary feeling things about the people they love

evil characters scared or hurt

evil characters making a friend or falling in love

evil characters being put in positions where they are delicate and sensitive for a short period

but their core personality isn’t changed 

and they are still evil