#surely taelia will come back... so he will come back too

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bolvar has had his tiddies out for 14 slutty, slutty years

[kiroonsmoon]

*holding rose in my mouth* number 5 for ur favorite ships :3?

Yknow it’s funny. I consider myself a shipper but when it comes to Rejvu.. im not really? I do have ships and stuff but compared to other fandoms im in im not as insane over them.

And a lot of the ships I do like the most are a gang related because they infest my brain. Aero/Alain is probably my favorite? But even then, NOT in a romantic sense. These two are QPPs to me. Aero’s diary literally says “he just wanted to live his life with his best friend Alain.” LIKE DUDE? YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND EXPECT ME NOT TO BELIEVE THOSE TWO WOULDNT WALK INTO HELL AND BACK FOR EACHOTHER. NOT TO MENTION AERO CANONICALLY SACRIFICES THEIR LIFE FOR ALAIN IF YOU DONT PICK THEM AS THE PROTAG BECAUSE THEY “COULDNT LET IT GET THEM TOO” LIKE DUDE….DUDEEEEEE.

For other Agang related ships im pretty sure im like the only one person who ships this but like. Aevis/Aevia/Ariana polycule. Because I both like Aevis/Aevia and Aevia/Ariana and I’m like…why do they have to fight. Why can’t Aevia take both of their hands and sling them over her shoulders and carry them off into the sunset?? Polycule ftw.

For like other non a gang related ships the pretty much only non canon one I ship is Anju/Hazuki? Eizen/Mattew too I guess that’s mainly for jokes though. Canon my fav ship is probably Keta/Taelia. I FUCKING LOVE TRAGEDY. Oh also shout out to Nancy/Telsa. The devs made it so they couldn’t interact because they knew they’d steam roll all of Xen as girlfriends.

[esperanta-dragon]

Post-Legion lore did not happen

Please reblog if you agree that lore post Legion should be scrapped and start over again. I am done with WoW lore post Legion. And I would like to know how many of you agree with what I am going to write. I know comic is on hiatus now, I am doing all my best to break the art block and come back to it. I know why I started focusing on death knights. And no regrets I spent so much time creating headcanon, filling out gaps Blizzard never even noticed. Because after Shadowlands, I know I can go nuts. They will never work with them ever again. The potential in Shadowlands was incredible. They did not use them. So... I can go nuts. Create something better.

Please don’t get me wrong. I am the type of writer who never compromised canon, I was only filing out gaps, I was never bending anything or retconning. I always managed to fix everything that didn’t make sense and still not doing retcon. 

But now? How I am supposed to be faithful to lore made by people who are retconning what worked fine and not even knowing their lore? Throwing away lore we loved? Details we liked? And throwing into lore an ultimate bad guy they made up 2 years ago despite telling us he was here all along? Nothing works. Everything is broken. I don’t want to work with this piece of crap. There is zero chance to fix it and fill out gaps, it’s like trying to fill out a cavern with soil. 

It does not even feel like Warcraft anymore

It’s like a crossover with a game we never heard about

The lame rip-off of Thanos? No thanks

Sylvanas being “please feel sorry for me, I didn’t want to do this, I was manipulated, I didn’t know he was bad!”

Working with 5 characters all the time like they have no other characters fitting better for important tasks

Putting characters or disposing of them for no reason and in the end not working with them (Taelia, Calia, Baine, Genn, the list is super long)

The concept of Shadowlands does not work! When you kill the body, you kill a soul in it? Shadowlands as the last stop before oblivion? BS! Despite Maldraxxus is build around building constructs for souls so they can have a body!

We already had concept of Shadowlands since WotLK. And even longer I think. It was cooler. It fitted perfectly to the lore and the world we knew. Shadowlands were supposed to be the copy of Azeroth, something like Emerald Dream. Why we couldn’t get this?

Why did we had to get a cosmic war with 98% characters we don’t even know? Why we couldn’t go for afterlives of Azeroth and Draenor? They would do a fan service and everybody would be happy! But this is too much work, isn’t it Blizzard, it involves BASIC KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR STORY

Characters we know and which supposed to know each other don’t talk to each other! 

Where is Arthas?!

Where is everybody? Where is Tirion? Tiffin? Elena Mograine? Durotan? Lothar? Where the hell is everybody who died and we wanted to see meet their loved ones?

We are talking about dominance magic yet we ask character with 0 knowledge about it when we have order of elite undead who are specialized in it?

Giant plot holes everywhere you look!

Characters do stupid things and behave like idiots (and forcing player to behave like idiot too) so the Jailer can win

MACGUFFINS EVERYWHERE

Maldraxxus was supposed to be about the Scourge, yet it doesn’t feel connected at all?

This stupid concept broke the whole afterlife that was in lore all along until this stupid expansion. Why the souls stayed at Light’s Hope and not coming to Shadowlands? How does the raising undead works? Can necromancy rip the soul from Shadowlands? Were death knights judged by the Arbiter before raising to undeath or they didn’t even managed? Deathchargers are from Shadowlands, so what realm they are from?!

More I analyze Shadowlands, more I refuse to accept it as canon...

Guys, please... how many of you would be happy if Shadowlands (and for sure many things from BfA) did not happen at all? Just to analyze what worked, take the small amount of nice things from it and create Shadowlands how they were supposed to be? Maybe even throw away The Jailer? And the stupid cosmos war?

Please, tell me I am not the only one...

Edit: Yo guys, just to be clear about BfA. It looks like a masterpiece from Neil Gaiman next to Shadowlands. The thing why I said I would restart it too is, it was rushed, there were too many themes put together, it didn’t hold well together and it was like prequel for Shadowlands. Many things would have to go and it would have to be heavily edited and put on right place if Shadowlands never happened. But BfA still can be worked on. It can be fixed. It would have to be changed, it would have to be still retcon but it can be fixed. A lot of things were good here, just badly executed. They just rushed to give us underwhelming crap full of retcons because the guys realized it won’t work without changing the whole history of the world.Shadowlands on the other hand? Beyond repair.

[sheyshen]

Patch stuff had me thinking and inspired me a little bit so... Some Shey dealing with Anduin being kingnapped among some other things and some background fairshaw because I wanted to write Mathias and Flynn since they’re her friends.

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It was late. Really really late. Shey knew she shouldn’t be up right now, but she couldn’t sleep. Anduin was missing, the scourge were starting to rampage, there was a blasted hole in the sky. And she felt useless. She hadn’t been in Stormwind when the king had been taken, hadn’t been there to protect her son, the only family she had left.

It wasn’t her fault, or Genn, or Mathias though both the Worgen and spy blamed themselves as much as they blamed the true guilty party. But even though she knew deep down that there was nothing any of them could’ve done to prevent this, the guilt still gnawed at her. So instead she walked through the halls of the keep, heading to the one place she would go when her mind wouldn’t let her rest. Turning she recognized a familiar coat, the owner doing his best to look as unassuming as possible.

Which might’ve worked had it not been well past two in the morning. Still, the guards ignored him as he strode past them and poked his head into a side room before continuing on.

“Flynn.” Shey smiled at him as he started, turning to look at her a large grin masking how surprised he had been.

“Ah! Commander! Fancy seeing you here.” He strode up to her, the smile never leaving his face. “Now what are you doing wandering the halls of the keep?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She pointed out, laughing lightly, “Looking for Mathias?”

He scratched the back of his neck, “perhaps. Or I could be here to see you, or Taelia, or…” he seemed to be dragging out a long pause.

“The spymaster is in the war room down that way.” She gestured back the way she came. Flynn thanked her and hurried past her, “And Flynn. When you see him, try to get him to get some rest. Tell him it’s my orders if he refuses.”

“Will do.” He looked like he wanted to say more. She had nearly bid him farewell and continued on her way when he nodded toward the halls she had exited from, “You should go get some sleep too.”

“I have some things to attend to, besides the bed’s too big for me alone.” She waved him off, “Don’t worry so much about me, go find Shaw before he wanders off to find more work to do.”

Flynn looked like he was going to argue, insist that she should take her own advice but finally, he nodded, wished her good night, and hurried off toward the war room.

Alone once more she returned to her intended goal, taking another hallway to the gardens and then to the attached library. Her little safe haven amongst the hustle and bustle of the day to day. She browsed around, picked out a well-worn book, sat down, and began flipping through the pages. Inside was a letter, the edges worn and had been obviously handled numerous times.

It was addressed to her, and even before opening it she already knew what it said. She ran her fingers along the edge of the seal, the wax broken years ago, opened the letter carefully, and took out the single page folded inside. She didn’t unfold it, instead, she put both the letter and the envelope on the nearby table and leaned back in her chair, picking gently at the edge of the paper as she let out a heavy breath.

She doubted she could read the letter now, though she knew every word by heart, it hurt too much to think about it. But as always on nights like this, she debated on what to do. The letter detailed a gift hidden away in the gardens. One she knew of, she knew what it was, what it meant. But hadn’t been able to bring herself to get it yet. It was from Varian, meant to be an anniversary present when she returned home from some last-minute requests she had needed to attend to.

But the Legion invading delayed things, and she hadn’t found the letter until after he had…

She picked up the letter, carefully putting it back into the envelope. She debated on putting it back in the book, putting it away, perhaps she’d be braver next time, be able to deal with finding the last thing she’d ever receive from the one she loved most, that’s loss still tore at her heart even with Gul’dan’s death. She knew next time she’d still chicken out, she knew herself well enough that if she hadn’t been able to make herself go and open the gift over the past few years she wouldn’t be able to do it tomorrow either.

She pushed herself to her feet, deciding that maybe at least taking the gift from its hiding place would be a step forward. She pocketed the letter, mentally following the clue that had been written down, and went to the corner of the garden that was attached to the library. Underneath a bench that faced toward the ocean was a hidden compartment. Shaw normally kept a hidden weapon there in case he or the royal family had been caught off guard, but currently, it also held a small box. Taking it from its hiding place, Shey turned it in her hand. Simple, a blue ribbon kept it tied shut, and the box looked untouched even after all this time.

She inspected it, before pocketing the box and leaving the gardens. She strode out of the keep, taking the pathways along the canals, nodding towards the guards that kept watch and the death knights and paladins that had set up posts to keep an eye out for undead. They let her be, greeting her with a simple ‘commander’ or ‘ma’am’ or ‘majesty’. She still wasn’t fond of the last of those, while she knew the title was merely a formality it still never sat well to be regarded as anything other than what she was, a mage just trying to help.

Crossing the bridge to the gardens she strode up to Varian’s grave. It was quiet now, her friends and comrades that had swarmed where Anduin had been last having turned either to different leads in hopes of finding their missing king or had decided to get some well-needed sleep. She ran her hand on the stone, wanting to say something but knowing that there was nothing she could say. She was sorry she couldn’t protect Anduin? That she didn’t know what to do? That she couldn’t forget, couldn’t move on? Instead, she sat down on the steps, pulling out the box, and ran her hand along it.

She didn’t hear him approach but wasn’t surprised when she heard Shaw speak up. “Mind if I join you?”

She gave him a sad smile, “Please.”

He seated himself next to her and let out a heavy breath.

“I take it Flynn couldn’t convince you to go to bed.”

He chuckled, a rare sound coming from her friend. “He tried, but he ended up falling asleep first.” He dug around in his bag, pulled free a flask, and took a swig before offering it to her.

“Thanks.” She took it, sipping at it in thought. “I…”

“Don’t. This isn’t your fault.” He took the flask when she handed it back to him. “We’ll find him.”

“He’s my son, Mathias. If I can’t protect him…” She cringed, hating even the thought of what might happen.

“And my friend.” He stared her down, “We’ll find him.” He repeated as he drank from the flask, turning away to look over the gardens again, quietly adding “we will.” at the end. It sounded more like an attempt to convince himself rather than her.

Taking the flask she sipped at it once more. She picked at the box that still sat on her lap, rubbing the ribbon between her fingers.

“You finally opened it?”

She glanced at Shaw before shaking her head. “Not yet. I can’t bring myself to. But it’s a step.”

"Did you know Fairwind named his parrot after me?"

Shey rose her eyebrow at the change in subject. She huffed a laugh, "did he now."

"He thought it was funny." He smiled faintly, the look on his face affectionate. "Not as much when it warmed up to me faster than to him."

"Did he bring little Mathias with him when he came to Stormwind?"

"No, actually. Seems the bird gets seasick. Stays in Boralus with Cyrus whenever Flynn comes to visit."

Shey grinned. "So no parrot sitting on Anduin's shoulder during meetings I take it."

Mathias nearly choked on the contents of the flask, likely some of Flynn's rum if Shey was able to guess by the taste, "no. Absolutely not. Thank the light for that. It already can mimic his voice nearly perfectly. I don't need it following me around the keep too."

She chuckled at his sudden loss of composure, a rare moment that likely wouldn't be repeated easily. "I'll be sure to watch out for him next time I'm out there." She grinned.

"I'm sure you two will get along." He seemed to hesitate before handing the flask to her, but in the end, he pushed it into her hand. "Rest is yours."

"Thanks." She took a gulp, finishing off the drink and handing the now empty flask back to its temporary owner. He put it away as she leaned back and watched the stars, the pair lapsing into a comfortable silence. After a few moments, she spoke up again, "hey Mathias? Thank you. For coming to sit with me tonight." She yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"You needed the break."

"As did you." Barely a few seconds passed and she felt as if she could barely stay awake. "Did you… did you put something in-" she practically collapsed mid-sentence as whatever he had slipped into the drink took hold and she fell asleep.

The next thing she knew was waking up in her bed. She bolted upright as she awoke. Glancing around the room she found her friend asleep on a thin bedding on the floor, Flynn hugging onto him tightly as the sailor grumbled in his sleep.

Getting out of bed she strode across the room sitting down and narrowing her eyes at the spy as he looked up at her.

"I can't believe you."

"You needed your sleep." He spoke quietly, trying not to wake the man who had a death grip on his shirt.

"I was fine." She also stayed quiet, the pair arguing back and forth in whispers. "I would’ve slept eventually."

"Or passed out at your desk like last time." Flynn shifting made him glance back but the man only rolled over onto his other side and continued his grumbling. Free from his lover's grip Mathias sat up. "You need your strength, If anyone is going to find Anduin it'll be you."

A mix of emotion flashed across her face before she sighed, "I suppose you're right." She admitted. She glanced around the room, "why did you sleep here anyway? I don't mind, but your room is nearby, you didn't need to stay here."

"Flynn's suggestion. He said you seemed lonely, and I'm inclined to agree." He watched her carefully. "Whatever is to happen next I have a feeling it will be over my head, so allow me to make sure you have a home to return."

She debated on what to say, before settling on "thank you."

"Heey." Flynn’s groggy voice joined in as he sat up. His eyes were still closed and his face was scrunched up like he was quietly cursing how bright the room was, but he smiled at them. "What are you two chatting about?"

"You of course." Shey grinned at him.

He laughed, went to say something then stopped and buried his face in his hands, grumbling something as he tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

Mathias pushed himself to his feet, Shey followed suit and then turned to gather her gear to prepare for the day.

"I'll gather reports for you before you leave for Northrend." He stretched as he spoke.

She nodded, "we can go over them while we eat. I have some things to leave for Genn before I go so I'll meet you in the dining hall."

"I'll be sure to keep things brief." He gave her a formal nod and left the room to get things in order.

Flynn flopped back down still grumbling that it was too early, before kicking off the blankets and getting to his feet, stretching, and then dug around his bag. Not finding what he was looking for he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before remembering and then looking towards his friend. "Did chatting with Matie help?"

"It did." She huffed a laugh, "though I'm not sure how I feel about him spiking the drink to get me to get some sleep." She stepped around a corner, dug out some clothes, and pulled them on while she spoke. "But yes, it helped."

He wandered the room, inspecting the furniture and decorations that took up much of the space. "You weren't kidding about how big the bed was. This whole room seems a bit big for one. But…" he shrugged.

"I used to share it with another." He glanced at her when she cut him off. "Anduin was supposed to make this room his and I to return to my previous quarters. But he refused. Said he wasn't ready." She didn't elaborate more.

He watched her as the pieces clicked into place. An unopened box sat on the edge of a chest of drawers. He picked it up, inspected it, and then turned and handed it to her. She looked at it, the gift she still debated on what to do with, the end that she didn't want to face. Anduin wasn't the only one who wasn't ready to face that Varian was forever gone.

Flynn put his hand on her shoulder, "then if you need someone to stay with you let me know. I'm not always in the city, so if I'm not I'm sure Matie’ll offer the same even though he likely wouldn't say it." He cocked his head, a goofy grin on his face, "I mean, we're friends right?"

"We are." She smiled at him.

He released her shoulder. "Right. Now, I need to get me a drink, and I'm sure you need to get to your own things and. Just, be careful alright?” He pulled her into a hug, “Come back safe."

"I'll do my best." She returned the hug.

"Good." He looked like he wanted to say more but instead stepped away, waving goodbye as he turned and left the room.

She wondered if he had debated on offering to travel with her. But an ice block full of undead likely didn’t sit in with what he was willing to face down for much of anyone but Shaw. Still, she was grateful for his support, even with how wild things have been.

She looked at the gift in her hands and settled on what she would do. She tucked it away in the side table next to the bed, closing and locking the drawer. When Anduin was home safe then she would face this, but for now, she had taken a step forward and had a world to save.