#Vando Althil

[calywitsune]

He demands affection

[airanke]

📱for who've you choose c:

@bluedoodles !!!!!

[calywitsune]

Balsam and Vando got off on the wrong foot

[airanke]

49 for sylyn and vando??

Sylyn x Vando49. “It doesn’t matter to me though.”

@bluedoodles

“Don’t you care about what others will think of you?”

Sylyn narrowed her eyes, looking up at her large companion. Vando’s expression was stoic. Not unlike how it normally was, but… they were on a date. There was no reason for him to have such a cold expression.

“What do you mean?” she asked in response, hoping to understand more of where he was coming from. A smile pulled at his lips, but it was pained.

“Being seen with the likes of me,” Vando clarified, “don’t you care what they will think?”

Sylyn frowned, “why should I?”

“I’m a death knight. I leave nothing but suffering in my wake. People have lost countless loved ones to us, and were not eager nor pleased to know that we were walking in their ranks, or amongst their city. My presence alone can be a trigger enough.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, though,” Sylyn hissed, grabbing his hand in a fierce grip, “it never mattered to me. I don’t care if people don’t like it, because I like you.”

She reached up to grab his neck, and he gave no resistance when she jerked his head down to her level. He wouldn’t look at her, and Sylyn retaliated by pressing her lips to his, right there in the open.

Because she really didn’t care, and she would do whatever she needed to in order to prove that.

“I don’t care, Vando,” she squeezed his hand, and his eyes seemed to shift to her, “you’re not the death knight the lich king made you. You’ve become something else, for the better.”

Vando leaned his head against her shoulder, “I can’t say that I deserve you, Sylyn.”

“Whether or not you deserve me doesn’t matter either, because the only thing that matters, is that I want you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his head to her shoulder. She couldn’t stop the purrs as they started to rumble in the back of her throat, “do you want me?”

Vando’s chuckle reverberated through her chest as he finally wrapped one strong arm around her.

“Yes.”

[airanke]

#44 for Vando and Rusabar

Vando x Rusabar44. “Look at me. Look at me.”

It was an unsettling scene to walk in on.

For the past few days, Rusabar had been uncharacteristically hostile: growling, glaring, arms crossed, stiffly moving away from everyone else. Entirely unlike himself.

Shion, naturally, made the mistake of trying to find out what was wrong with the death knight. The hunter had withdrawn a few times, fully aware that Rusabar didn’t want Shion to draw near him but… he couldn’t just let the behavior go. It wasn’t like Rusabar.

Shen’ahjen had soon found himself grasping the death knight’s wrist. His hand was secured tightly around Shion’s neck. His expression was completely void; vacant, as if no one was home.

Vando should have known. He should have known exactly why Rusabar was acting this way, and he should have addressed it the moment he noticed something was off.

He grabbed Shen’ahjen by the back of his shirt, jerking the rogue away. The boy stumbled, spitting curses at him, and then Vando slammed his elbow into Rusabar’s face.

The slimmer death knight staggered, though hardly flinched. He released Shion’s throat, his face contorting with pain and distress. Vando wrapped his hand around the back of Rusabar’s neck, dragging him out of the building, amid Shion’s gasps for air.

“Wait!! Vando!” Gulamijo’s cries were shrugged off. Vando grabbed two scrolls from his mount on his way out, opening one to armor himself, and thrusting the other against Rusabar’s chest. He too was armored within seconds of the scroll touching his chest.

“You’re coming with me,” he commanded, tone leaving no room for debate. Rusabar grit his teeth, weakly fighting with the larger man every step Vando took him.

Deeper and deeper into the woods of Suramar they went.

‘Should have known. Should have addressed it sooner. Should have realized he was putting this off.’

“I don’t want to do this.”

Vando’s nose twitched in agitation. A Felsworn camp was within their sights.

The cold death knight threw Rusabar down against the ground. Of course Rusabar tried to get up - gritting his teeth, biting back snarls, fighting desperately against the urges that ripped through his mind - and Vando set his foot against Rusabar’s side, shoving him over onto his back. He wasted no time in stradling Rusabar’s chest, leaning over him with all the ferocity in his eyes that he could manage, digging his fingers into the earth.

“You, don’t, have, a choice,” Vando said, low and threatening. The breath he exhaled was so cold the grass on either side of Rusabar’s head froze.

“You are a death knight, you must do this. You must cause suffering.”

“No,” Rusabar retorted, as weak as his arms were against Vando’s shoulders, “I won’t.”

“Then you would rather kill the people you care about?” Vando continued relentlessly, “you would rather choke Shion to death? And Shen’ahjen? What about Talibah, would you rather tear her limb from limb?”

Rusabar dug his fingers into Vando’s shoulders; he was unperturbed.

“No,” and again, his voice was weak; trembling, like he was afraid. Vando exhaled deeply. He pointed in the direction of the camp, but never took his eyes off of Rusabar’s face.

“Felsworn. Murder them. They threw their lot in with the Legion; their lives mean nothing. Murder them, or murder your loved ones, that is the only choice you have in this, Rusabar.”

Rusaber’s face twisted in rage. Vando stared blankly, even as tears leaked out of Rue’s eyes.

Vando easily got to his feet, grabbing Rusabar by the front of his armor. He jerked the other death knight to his feet, and wasted no time in dragging him, then shoving him toward the camp. Laughter reached their ears. Vando ignored it easily.

“Tomorrow is another day.”

Rusabar choked on a sob.

“I’ll be watching, Rue.”

His slim frame shook with barely contained anger. Vando could only imagine how it was tearing at his friend. Mentally. Internally. Vando had never known what it felt like to resist and resist and resist, because he never cared to try, and saw no reason in it.

As much as Vando tried to put up the front that he had never cared for the people he’d come to love - this little odd-ball group of Horde and Alliance - Vando refused to ever truly raise a hand against them. There was a reason why he, Thanallian, and Eldreath wandered off together.

Perhaps it was time to force Rusabar to accompany them.

Rusabar drew his sword, his tears burning streaks into his face.

The moment the runeblade touched the ground, all emotion fled from Rusabar’s face. He became a death knight in that moment. Eyes vacant, posture relaxed, head tilted eerily to the side. Rusabar walked.

Vando crossed his arms over his chest, waiting patiently. In a way, the screams fed him too. The sound of metal on metal, and blade through flesh, calmed the snapping voices in his mind.

He sighed, looking up at the canopy. The sky was clear. Sunlight filtered through the tree leaves.

Of course Vando could understand Rusabar’s distress. He had been a shaman in life; a healer specifically. It had been his job to save lives, not take them.

An hour passed. Vando no longer heard the sounds of combat. He approached, ears flicking as he listened. Rusabar hadn’t gone anywhere, no – he merely stood amidst a circle of bodies, the green light on their bodies dim. Vando gazed steadily at him.

“Look at me,” he said softly. Rusabar abruptly tried to move away, refusing to turn his head. Vando grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the nearest wall, keeping his hand firmly against Rusabar’s shoulder while grasping his chin roughly with the other.

“Look at me,” he repeated, and this time the phrase was firm. Rusabar glared at him through what Vando could only assume were stinging eyes. He let his sword thump to the ground, teeth clenched tightly together in frustration, and soon his fingers were twisting tightly in Vando’s hair.

“I wasn’t made for this,” Rusabar rasped, breaths heavy, “I wasn’t made to kill. I was made to save-…”

“I know,” Vando replied, ignoring the biting pain as Rusabar’s grip on his hair tightened.

“I didn’t want this. None of us did.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to kill just to feel okay.”

“Then come with us so you don’t have to do it alone.”

Rusabar’s hands fell from Vando’s hair to his shoulders. He stared down at their feet. His body trembled. Vando could hear those breaths he knew far too well.

“Let it out, Rusabar.”

He shook his head; Vando placed his hands on Rusabar’s waist.

“You’re not like me. You can’t keep it in, you have to let yourself feel this,” Vando allowed his gaze to soften when Rusabar chanced a glance at him, “let yourself cry.”

It was a scream. Rusabar inclined his head to Vando’s chest, and screamed - he screamed until his throat was raw, and after that he sobbed until he lost his voice.

And when he was finally done, he all but collapsed into Vando’s arms. It took little effort for Vando to stoop and pick up Rusabar’s blade. It took even less for him to cradle Rusabar in his arms. Vando carried Rusabar tenderly back to the troupe’s home, where many were waiting anxiously for their return.

He shook his head when Shion made to approach, though it was clear the boy held no ill will toward the other death knight. Talibah let a hand come to rest on Shion’s shoulder, pulling him back, and Thanallian was the only one that Vando permitted to draw closer.

“Let them be,” the night elf ordered once he was done talking to Vando in hushed voices. Vando carried Rusabar to his room, and he stayed until Rusabar fell asleep.

(( I WILL HURT YOU LIKE YOU HURT ME KNIGHT, HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY BOYS– ))

[calywitsune]

Zu hates being bedridden for multiple reasons; one being he can’t go get Vando from the War of Thorns and keep him from fighting as an emotionless husk. But he musters the strength to go greet Vando when he gets back

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[airanke]

Vando x Sylyn playlist

01. Demons - Imagine Dragons || 02. I Like Me Better - Lauv || 03. Meant To Be - Bebe Rexha & Florida Georgia Line || 04. Steady - For King & Country || 05. The Middle - Zedd ft. Maren Morris & Grey || 06. Turn Me On - Nicki Minaj  || 07. Call Out My Name - The Weeknd || 08. Stereo Love - Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina || 09. Toxic - Britney Spears || 10. Va Va Voom - Nicki Minaj

For @bluerivea!

(( Fixed it!! Vando and Sylyn remind me of cold sweets and bitter drinks and ice and tigers in the snow ))

[calywitsune]

Vando and Zu take war paint real seriously you guys

From the GameGrumps 10-Minute Power Hour

[airanke]

“Come closer, and I’ll kill you. Touch him and I’ll kill you.

I’ll kill you.”

@whiteincite

[airanke]

I was tagged by @bluerivea to do the Gif meme so here it is for your icy love

Annnnd I tag @tricksterthief , @celestialkiri , @nadiaofazeroth , @druidickats annnnd @drew-winchester! If you tag me back I’ll do another character HAHAH

I’m sticking an extra gif under the cut because it’s not looping properly but asdofhuasdfu

[airanke]

❤ vando and sylyn?

Who thinks ridiculously extravagant gifts are the best and who prefers the heartfelt, sentimental gift?Both prefer heartfelt, actually!

Who won’t stop saying “I love you” and making big, goopy puppy eyes?Sylyn does. Vando can’t stop chuckling and then probably just kisses her to make her stop.

What’s the most extreme thing either would do for a kiss (or Klondike bar)?… Sylyn will actually stalk Vando around and then tackle him in sabertusk form to get her kisses.

Who gets the obligatory cute stuffed animal?Of course Sylyn gets this. And it’s always huge. It’s a body pillow. Vando just gets her a body pillow.

Who would get a big bouquet of red roses?I mean Vando does but then she finds an entire rose bush so… IDK how you’re gonna outdo Vando on this one, Sylyn.

Who would eat an entire box of Valentine’s chocolate?Sylyn can of course. So can Vando, but it’s not his favorite thing.

Who writes the really sappy, romantic poetry?Again, Sylyn. Vando just sits there and listens to her while smiling stupidly, honestly.

Who actually likes those chalk-tasting hearts with cornball messages?Both of them enjoy conversation hearts.

Who sneaks home early to put up candles and scatter rose petals everywhere in the name of ROMANCE?Vando can be a romantic whAT ELSE DO I NEED TO DO TO CONVINCE YOU GUYS OF THIS??

Who is the wine connoisseur that insists on “only the best” for their meal?Sylyn does this even though Vando will literally drink anything. He’s toO OLD TO CARE I’M SORRY SYLYN.

Who believes that Valentine’s Day is a corporate, soulless Hallmark holiday but still secretly enjoys it anyway?Neither. Too busy having fun to care about it.

Do they watch bad chick flicks or horror movies (any excuse for close cuddling)?I’m sure they’ve tried watching horror movies but Vando can’t stop laughing most of the time so Sylyn jusT GETS ANNOYED WITH HIM. They resort to… cuddling normally.

Do they make reservations at the expensive, ritzy restaurant or prepare a home-cooked meal?Reservations!! Vando enjoys fancy restaurants.

Do they go to bed early or stay up all night?Go to bed early. Cuddling a lot. Vando is naturally cold to the touch so they can cuddle under so many blankets and pillows and it’s just GREAT.

Do they end up cuddling on the couch or heatedly making out?UMMM Sylyn probs tries to do heated make-outs but Vando tends to shy away from really intense sessions. SHE TRIES AND FEELS HIM OUT AND THEY GO FROM THERE.

[airanke]

Sum stuff I’m working on.

Me and White’s boys... because I wanted to showcase Vando carrying Zuvashi and p much showing how dear Zuvashi is to him as like, the first person who actually went out of his way to befriend him.

And the bottom two are both OC x Canon ships that were suggested to me to draw when I was taking OC x Canon ships to doodle.

[airanke]

Aaaand 💥 for vando and sylyn?? C:

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional momentVando / Sylyn

This was not a side of Vando that Sylyn had ever seen.

It hadn’t been long since the death knight had arrived on Zandalar, but he’d already become rather notorious amongst the Rastari guards. He kept his distance from the Loa, too, all too aware that he was something the great beings had since come to despise.

But when Rezan was taken away, Sylyn could see something snap in the death knight. If she had seen his anger before, it was now fury. Where these was warmth was there was now only cold - a bitter, bitter cold. It felt like the hands of death.

He didn’t even need his weapons. Skeletons came for them all, and with King Rastakhan hefted onto one shoulder, Vando broke skulls. Rastakhan’s guards gave the death knight a wide berth, and Sylyn followed as close behind as she dared. The cold couldn’t be good for her king, but she was too afraid to tell Vando to put him down and let someone else carry him.

It got worse when the group met up with Gonk. Without even giving the Loa so much as a choice, Vando put Rastakhan on the raptor’s back. When she had reached out to touch him, Sylyn had to recoil. Her fingers were frostbitten.

Loa, she really didn’t want to admit that she was frightened, but now that Vando wasn’t carrying the king, the cold coming from his body increased ten-fold. If Bwonsamdi needed a vessel, well, Vando would definitely be suitable.

Zul’s forces tried to intercept Gonk, they really did.

But Vando made bloody work of them, again not using his blades. He broke tusks and gouged eyes with them as often as he thrust them through throats. Many decided that facing the death knight wasn’t worth it; naturally, when they tried to flee, Vando brought them right back. This brutal slaughter continued until–

“VANDO!”

Sylyn’s cry made him pause. He dropped the woman whose throat he had crushed. Blood dripped off his hands onto the ground. The hesitation that Sylyn had caused allowed many of Zul’s followers to at least avoid being slaughtered.

The chill around Vando seemed to fade, if only a little. It was enough that Sylyn could approach him. She didn’t know what to say, and touched her hand to his armored back.

Vando was unnaturally quiet. The druid risked walking around to stand in front of him.

Of all the things she expected, tears was not one of them.

“He remembered me.”

Sylyn was confused. Who could forget a man like Vando? Sure, she had never known him in his life, but the Vando she knew now was as unforgettable as a man could be.

He looked down at her. Made to reach for one of her hands but recoiled when he recalled that said hand was covered in blood. She set her hand against his cheek, wet with soundless tears.

“Rezan was my Loa.”

Those words struck her like a knife.

“And I failed him. Again.”

She pulled Vando’s head down in her hands, shaking her head. Sylyn still didn’t know what to say, but this new knowledge explained his rampage. Of course he would be furious at the death of something that had been so important to him in his life.

Vando took comfort in feeling her hands on his face. The cold subsided more and more, the longer that Sylyn held his forehead against hers. After what felt like an eternity, Vando raised his head. He wrapped one hand - the blood on it now dry - loosely around one of Sylyn’s and kissed the back of her hand.

“Thank you.”

[calywitsune]

Mama Rainweaver is not pleased with the fact that Vando doesn’t take better care of himself

[airanke]

1,9,13,17, and 23 for vando???

1) Something this character is truly proud of. 

Currently, there’s nothing that Vando is proud of - but, when he was still alive, he was very, very proud of his tusks.

Which were about quadruple the length they are now. He had them etched / tattooed and took really REALLY good care of them.

9) What calms them when they are upset.

This isn’t so much a what as a who, and that who is Rusabar. These two death knights have been through a lot together, so when Vando actually gets pushed over the edge into upset territory, Rusabar is one of the few that can calm him down (the other person is Zuvashi).

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Vando would be a decent parent - your typical stern father who is not afraid to discipline his child, but is the safety that a child can run to. He would be absolutely protective of any children he has, definitely a stalwart defender who’ll put his life on the line for his kids (and his S/O, but that’s besides the point).

17) What they’d sing at karaoke.

This song. Maybe even an octave lower? Vando has a deep singing voice.

23) What kind of alcohol they drink.

He isn’t picky. Doesn’t really have a favorite, but hrm, I think on a day-to-day basis he’d enjoy a rich beer. He’s got nothing against margaritas and other fruity drinks though!

[calywitsune]

Some doods from this past week