#DEFIAS ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ❛❛ I WAS ON THE ARK WITH YOU; I WAS THE HULL. I WAS THE FLOOD, TOO. ❜❜
an independent and original portrayal of 𝙴𝙳𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙵, THE DEFIAS KINGPIN removed from the blizzard's warcraft universe and treated as an original character. refashioned to mold easily within the bounds of all fantasy narratives and beyond. headcanon-oriented with a number of alternate universes utilized for further adaptation. depictions of damning the hands that deprived you, the end justifying the means, and the victimization of the working class. ﹙ YOU TAUGHT THE DOG TO BITE, YOU ARE THE ONE TO BLAME.ᐟ ﹚ written by sett, twenty-5 — est. 2013 ﹔ mid-activity at best. minors and personal dni.
𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝙽 ﹔ i will find a way or make one, beneath the lamb's skin often lurks a wolf's mind, the first appearance deceives many, let justice be done should the sky fall, ﹙ life, although it may be an accumulation of anguish is dear to me, and i will defend it,﹚ per noctem in nihilo vehi, to not go forward is to go backward, the most grievous of sins is greed, many are called⸻⸻⸻but few are chosen, lifetime builds up cities, a single hour ruins them, the sacrifices we make for our children, and anyone who does not support our cause is our enemy.
0͟0͟1͟.͟ i believe that the first thing i need to make clear is that any type of -phobic behavior will not be tolerated. this space is pro–palestinian. If you disagree, please do not follow me, below I have included links to help palestinians and also included resources to understand more about what is happening. i have also included resources about the congo, please take a look and donate if you’re able to.ᐟ operation olive branch is a wonderful thing. racism, transphobia, homophobia, zionism, and all things of the like are unwelcome. basic other DNI criteria applies.
i. operation olive branch.
ii. learn about palestine.
iii. congo education and resources.
0͟0͟2͟.͟ some topics that may present themselves on my page / & other triggers to be aware of are as follows﹔ mentions of war and bloodshed, class struggles, all things inherent to world of warcraft, suggestive behavior, potential sexual content, and more. my only visual trigger is eye gore and teeth pulling.
0͟0͟3͟.͟ i am extremely plot-driven and one of my fav things to do in the world is to shoot the breeze about our characters, have silly, little interactions, and just generally plot out our characters relationships in one respect or another. whether they are mortal enemies or a burgeoning romance, i love discussing their relationships. i have a discord which i give out liberally and i love all forms of interaction, both short and long. please don’t follow me if you aren’t willing to, at the bare minimum, interact with my posts because i start to get uncomfortable when it isn’t reciprocated.
0͟0͟4͟.͟ i will be the first to admit, i love ships. i love shipping. i love taking our virtual barbie dolls and smashing their heads together. however, there is an added layer of complication to this given who edward is and how complicated things are after having vanessa and being a single father + being the primary figurehead of the defias.
edwin can be flirty, but it is more the implication rather than wanting anything in practice.ᐟ slow-burns are inevitable and filled with complications and compromises that most people won’t want to make. like I said, edwin is flirty, but i will never expect a ship or press anyone who isn’t interested.
ns.fw/ can appear on this blog, but i get shy sometimes writing it on dash, so there will most likely probably be a ns.fw side-blog attached to this one. it is also not a requirement for shipping with me. suggestive content is inevitable, though.ᐟ
0͟0͟5͟.͟ it’s probably best if people who are expecting constant writing don’t follow me.ᐟ i love to write, but i am a very busy adult and i come and go with the ability to process words. a lot of posts on this blog will be related to me being unwell about edwin and out-of-character ramblings. i also watch and love a lot of fantasy content and love to talk about it. i love doing study posts and reflecting on edwin as a whole and his relationships with the other characters of the warcraft universe. i am a much more empathic OOC writing partner and generally reply faster when we have a dynamic and friendship as muns. although, it’s absolutely not necessary, i just am slower with interactions when i don’t have a basis to go on.
0͟0͟6͟.͟ i am autistic and sometimes have trouble reading sarcasm. i am a friendly person and generally don’t jive well with people being playfully mean to me because I can’t always understand the intent behind it. at least not if I don’t know you.ᐟ being mean towards edwin is expected and welcomed, so don’t worry about having to hold back your muses for my sake, but in regards to me specifically, i would really appreciate when people make their verbiage clean and aren’t trying to sucker me with sarcasm because i often don’t understand it when it is written down. i understand that some people communicate that way and i totally respect it, but i would appreciate patience with me in this regard. i also chronically get migraines, so i may not always be quick to respond for one reason or another. i love gifs, but please tag the flashing ones.ᐟ
0͟0͟7͟.͟ i love crossovers of all kinds, even if I’m not familiar with the source material.ᐟ and if you’re willing to treat me with kid gloves, i can squeeze edwin in most places and i can redact certain aspects of his character to merge better with other universes’ canon, but this blog is most definitely friendly to both original characters and other universes alike. i try to be mindful and do some research prior to interacting, but in the case of multimuses, that can get a little testy. however, i am always willing to learn and put in effort to making our characters match up the best I possibly can. within the universe, i have an extremely detailed au! for edwin exploring his role as a coveted member of the horde and horde council. i love talking about this and it is my primary designation for this page.
0͟0͟8͟.͟ finally, this is a mutuals only blog.ᐟ i will only interact with people who follow me and who I follow in return. this is for my own comfort and peace of mind. i do not have a DNI list and am generally pretty easygoing. i would prefer that if someone wants to unfollow that they softblock me, so I don’t assume that it was an accident and continue to try and interact. if we follow each other, please feel free to tag me in anything you like and treat me like we have been friends for years.ᐟ i love to discuss muse stuff and I love when people are as equally as excited as I am to engage.
unless otherwise stated, all graphics on this blog are made by the courtesy of bun @ lavenderph, please go comm them! she is so kind and so talented.
this is a pretty relaxed space and i just want to take it easy and have a good time with people who want to expand this universe as much as i do.ᐟ (´ε｀ )♡
thinking about the defias' hero worship of edwin and his ideals and what he represents to so many people vs. how he just wanted to be a normal man with a normal family and a normal life for his daughter.
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(you sent this ages ago, and i just found this in my drafts oops)
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The Spymaster is not an easy man to read; this is by design. He is rigid, posture always prim, hands folded neatly behind his back and chin held high. Nothing of his body language gives anything away, and he wears a cold stare, an emotionless mask to pair. It is with disinterest that he regards the inquiry. It is barely worth humoring, a subject the Spymaster would scarcely engage with.
“ VanCleef? ” His voice is carefully tempered with cool annoyance. “ File 0973-VV, Section: Defias. Yes, we're all aware of her. What's there to say that isn't already on public record? ”
His gaze is trained out the window as he stands primly. Carefully guarded is the cold Master Shaw; the untrained eye would mistake his demeanor to mean complete disinterest and a distinct lack of care, but even his agents know the subject of the Defias is a sensitive topic. This now, ruffles his feathers. He can barely stand to move.
“ She's a formidable young woman. She's cunning and intelligent, and much like her father, ” He says objectively, though there's just the briefest flicker of hesitation. “ So much like her father. ”
On public record is Mathias Shaw and Edwin VanCleef's history. While Shaw had successfully kept their relationship secret, it was overall common knowledge that he and VanCleef were close friends. Some agents speculated about the nature of it. Pathonia and Renzik were aware of the truth. Amber too. Shaw suspects Varian nearly figured it out. But for the most part, it was something kept well hidden and protected, so much that it brought the loss of VanCleef as a whole. Shaw, in every sense of the word, had abandoned him in the name of Stormwind, and it haunted him to this day.
Most of his agents have figured this much.
He had last seen Vanessa when she was about five before everything had fallen apart. He was there when she was born, when she took her first steps. He missed her first word, but witnessed her first sentences. He listened to her babble on and trip over words, he was graced with the name 'Moth' after she'd attempted to call him by his name and fumbled it. He used to scoop her up high when he came home, and carried her on his back to climb up the roof and perch with her. He cut the crusts off her sandwiches and peeled her apples because she was as picky as he (Edwin would blame Mathias for her pickiness, playfully insinuating she got it from him somehow). He loved her, cherished her, was ready to give the world to her. She was his little crow.
Then one day, all at once, it was gone. In one night, the Queen was dead, and his family was gone. She was part of a life he could never truly have. He was trying to fit into an idea that didn't belong to people like him. A partner, a daughter, a family — these things weren't meant for assassins. It was never going to work, he was never going to truly have a happy ending.
There was a time where he thought the VanCleefs were dead. That night, he buried his heart in the garden, and walked the rest of his days as a dead man.
But she lived. He saw her again among the Uncrowned. Tall, quick-witted, skilled, and every much the kind of person he imagined she'd become. Suddenly, the image of a little pudgy toddler with a big crooked smile and glinting pale eyes was that of a young woman, hardened by the world she had learned was cruel. She'd grown up, and he missed it all. A heaviness was in her eyes that he once thought he could keep from her.
He had missed all of it.
“ She is lucky to be alive, ” He says carefully. He dares not move. Not a single muscle. The sun will set soon, and when it does, it will kiss Westfall and plunge them all into miserable darkness. “ Though, perhaps luck is an unfair word. It takes skill. It takes character to weather it all. ”
He dares not call himself a father. That time long since past. He lost his opportunity the moment Edwin stepped out that door. Mathias wishes he'd followed. He wishes he wasn't so scared. He wishes he had known a little more, been a little older, been a little more mature, and maybe, just maybe, he could have kept it all. He could have stopped this from happening, could have pushed Pathonia out a little better, could have... could have just... He could've run away, kiss the Alliance goodbye and focus on his real priorities; but alas, he was in his mid 20s, and he was a coward. Plain and simple.
How he would've done so much different these days.
“ I hope Edwin is guiding her well, ” And there, there's that slip of the tongue, crack in the mask. Gracing VanCleef's first name on his lips so casually as he tries to Fluff up his language and put distance between them; so much distance, disavowing the two of them and erasing any record he reasonably could of how close they truly were. He misses saying their names.
He clears his throat, finally turning away. There's a bottle he keeps stashed somewhere, and he's heading for it. “ There's nothing to talk about here. Anything you want to know is available at the library. Talk to someone else. ”
There are a lot of reasons to oppose monarchy but one of the most overlooked is that the king is always getting stuck in some kind of hazardous puzzle chamber filling up with gravel or lava or something. Do your fucking job man
the anchorage truly is a beautiful city if you can call it that, it's a series of ships that are all tethered together and the middlemost (and largest) is the defias juggernaut. it's primarily stationed within ratchet upon its initial construction and later moved where booty bay once was and becomes its own functioning city on the southern tip of eastern kingdoms. however, the most beneficial part of the anchorage is that it functions as a MOVING city, not unlike how dalaran has been used as a home point multiple times. mostly for the horde and occasionally for the alliance during neutral points in time.
“ awfully audacious nowadays, aren’t we? ” a sharp, tender grin flickers across his maw in an instant—all teeth and quiet fondness. what the fabric hides, his smoke-grey eyes betray, alight and crinkling at the corners with unspoken warmth. that forbidden softness that had been buried for twenty-some years became as clear and as resplendent as the sun itself. “ careful now, matty. y’know as well as i do that there are eyes everywhere. ” still, for all his talk, he’s never followed his own advice—not when his gloved palms shape to mathias’ waist, steady and sure, drawing him closer until the space between them folds away.
#𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐒 ﹏ ﹏ an independent and private interpretation of edwin vancleef, the defias kingpin from the warcraft universe. entirely headcanon based with inspiration from multiple forms of media. not affiliated with blizzard or their creative direction. knowledge of WoW is not required for interaction.
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