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PRIVATE && HIGHLY SELECTIVEINDIE TYRANDE WHISPERWIND sideblog of vctrla

[night-elves-people]

Tyrande Whisperwind

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                                 indie warcraft canons

                                                             kor’vas                                               lor’themar

                                                                                         tyrande

                                                             kael’thas                                              valtrois

                                     penned by jess

[indielists]

do you have a world of warcraft character, oc, or verse ? if so, please reblog this post with your character(s) name in the tags, if you are an oc please specify that, and if you only have a verse be sure to specify that as well. please reblog once per blog.

                         reblog and tag appropriately and you will be added to this list.

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Tagged by: @ofmoonglade ( ah shanks love ) Tagging: @thuashdore @stormrcge @anierous-sunblade @battlewcrn @eterniium (aelestra) @felweave ( but if you’ve done these already ignore meh :D )

PLACE IN SOCIETY

♦ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / n/a ♦ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. ♦ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure ♦ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying ♦ Criminal Record : yes / yes, for minor crimes  / no / has aided / committed crimes but not caught yet

FAMILY

♦ Marital status : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower ♦ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / had a child ♦ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. ♦ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s)

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between. ♦ disorganized / organized / in between. ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between. ♦ calm / anxious / in between. ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between. ♦ cautious / reckless / in between. ♦ patient / impatient / in between. ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between. ♦ leader / follower / in between. ♦ empathetic / apathetic / in between. ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between / realist ♦ traditional / modern / in between. ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between. ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between. ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown. ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS

♦ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / nontheistic / shinto. ♦ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in an Afterlife : yes ( au bind )  / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in Reincarnation : yes (au bind) / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. ♦ Philosophical : yes / no.

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

♦ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / ambiguous ♦ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable. ♦ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable. ♦ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ♦ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all. ♦ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

♦ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. ♦ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ♦ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ♦ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

♦ Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess / rarely. ♦ Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ♦ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♦ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[darthsuki]

There are some definite perks when your girlfriend is a Druid on WoW.

[jainaproudwhore]

@gul-damn

[elvne-blog1]

@thuashdore and @stormrcge hahahaha

[drovie]

My friend Sam’s redesigned Kalecgos and I KNOW you guys are gonna love it.  She’s brilliant:  https://www.artstation.com/artwork/kalecgos-aspect-of-magic-redesign 

[elvne-blog1]

The thing, it still had a pulse. Before her eyes, corrupt and vile, it still beat. In spite of Shandris having torn it from the eredar that had threatened her life, it thrived. Tyrande was repulsed. “This has to end,” the priestess said, gripping her bow until her mauve-like flesh paled white. Malfurion, who towered over the other commanders and matched only by his twin, nodded in solemn agreement. “We need Ravencrest to retreat his ego and accept the help of others!” Angered by his arrogant ignorance, she nearly growled. All seemed in unison of her testement, but from the corner of her eye she saw Illidan wince. The magic was calling to him, despite his blatant resistance. “We,” she said with an emphasis on the word ‘we’ to show that they needed to remain together lest they sought failure, “will stop at nothing to send these foul creatures back into the NETHER!” The jeers all around boomed and she felt her heart surge with pride, but her rage continued to swell as a HURRICANE. “Go to him, Malfurion. Remind him that Azeroth is not only a Kaldorei nation. Remind him that his beloved QUEEN failed him. Make him see reason or tell him I’ll give him his head on a platter.” To emphasize her words, she turned on her heels and approached the guards who were unshaken by her approach. From one, she stole his spear from his hand and returned to the table. “YAARGH!!” With a might roar, Tyrande hurled the spear into the heart sending an explosion of blackened blood across her war-torn face. “Let’s ride!”

On the end of that pike, she carried that heart while she rode on the back of Ash'alah. It was a sign that they would S T O P at nothing to destroy all who threatened Azeroth. With Shandris flanking her right and Illidan on the left, she felt ruthless and unstoppable. Wind ripped through her hair as they rode as fast as the beasts would carry them. The earth trembled.

Now, as a leader of the Kaldorei, she stood tall above her people who looked to her for guidance, wisdom. ELUNE shone through her, creating a B E A C O N of hope for others to cast their troubles within. “The LEGION threatens our lands because they C R A V E our power. The fear our STRENGTH. That’s right, I said they ARE AFRAID OF US!!” The bellowing sound of her immortal voice carried through the crowd, the winds stretching the sound for all to hear. “We are STRONGER than the LEGION. We will not STOP until they have returned to the hell from which they came! We will NOT fail!”

Down below, she found Malfurion who was accompanied by Lord Ravencrest. The look of DISGUST made her snarl. “A GIFT FOR THE LORD!” Tyrande hurled the spear with the shattered heart up into the air with every ounce of strength she could muster. As it flew into the sun, she raised her hands and channeled the HOLY might of ELUNE and set the heart A B L A Z E. The charred organ was struck to the ground at the feet of Lord Ravencrest whose eyes showed that he felt THREATENED by her. Tyrande bowed, revering her people through the earth sundering JEERS!

“YOU ARE EITHER WITH US OR AGAINST US! ELUNE GUIDES YOU!”

[elvne-blog1]

Xavius: I'm sorry, can you make Malfurion stop doing that weird thing with his face?

Tyrande: Crying?

[murgle-burgle-mage]

You know, considering how Malfurion’s a druid, Tyrande’s probably into some kinda bestiality shit or something

[elvne-blog1]

are you the moon? 'cause you're gorgeous tonight ;)

“Were you always this cheesy or is it because you’ve... aged.”

[warcraftheadcanonoftheday]

It's a Night Elf rite of passage to accidentally call Tyrande mum.

Confirmed. One time even Malfurion did it, because he was tired and heard Shandris call her mum all day. It was hilarious and Tyrande has never let him live it down. He’s very embarrassed. 

[spectrisconsarcio]

@elvne

[elvne-blog1]

CANON ACCEPTED!!

[elvne-blog1]

The thing, it still had a pulse. Before her eyes, corrupt and vile, it still beat. In spite of Shandris having torn it from the eredar that had threatened her life, it thrived. Tyrande was repulsed. "This has to end," the priestess said, gripping her bow until her mauve-like flesh paled white. Malfurion, who towered over the other commanders and matched only by his twin, nodded in solemn agreement. "We need Ravencrest to retreat his ego and accept the help of others!" Angered by his arrogant ignorance, she nearly growled. All seemed in unison of her testement, but from the corner of her eye she saw Illidan wince. The magic was calling to him, despite his blatant resistance. "We," she said with an emphasis on the word 'we' to show that they needed to remain together lest they sought failure, "will stop at nothing to send these foul creatures back into the NETHER!" The jeers all around boomed and she felt her heart surge with pride, but her rage continued to swell as a HURRICANE. "Go to him, Malfurion. Remind him that Azeroth is not only a Kaldorei nation. Remind him that his beloved QUEEN failed him. Make him see reason or tell him I'll give him his head on a platter." To emphasize her words, she turned on her heels and approached the guards who were unshaken by her approach. From one, she stole his spear from his hand and returned to the table. "YAARGH!!" With a might roar, Tyrande hurled the spear into the heart sending an explosion of blackened blood across her war-torn face. "Let's ride!"

On the end of that pike, she carried that heart while she rode on the back of Ash'alah. It was a sign that they would S T O P at nothing to destroy all who threatened Azeroth. With Shandris flanking her right and Illidan on the left, she felt ruthless and unstoppable. Wind ripped through her hair as they rode as fast as the beasts would carry them. The earth trembled.

Now, as a leader of the Kaldorei, she stood tall above her people who looked to her for guidance, wisdom. ELUNE shone through her, creating a B E A C O N of hope for others to cast their troubles within. "The LEGION threatens our lands because they C R A V E our power. The fear our STRENGTH. That's right, I said they ARE AFRAID OF US!!" The bellowing sound of her immortal voice carried through the crowd, the winds stretching the sound for all to hear. "We are STRONGER than the LEGION. We will not STOP until they have returned to the hell from which they came! We will NOT fail!"

Down below, she found Malfurion who was accompanied by Lord Ravencrest. The look of DISGUST made her snarl. "A GIFT FOR THE LORD!" Tyrande hurled the spear with the shattered heart up into the air with every ounce of strength she could muster. As it flew into the sun, she raised her hands and channeled the HOLY might of ELUNE and set the heart A B L A Z E. The charred organ was struck to the ground at the feet of Lord Ravencrest whose eyes showed that he felt THREATENED by her. Tyrande bowed, revering her people through the earth sundering JEERS!

"YOU ARE EITHER WITH US OR AGAINST US! ELUNE GUIDES YOU!"

[eterniium-deactivated20171109]

shoot for the MOON - if you miss you’ll end up in the stars. ( quote )

independent warcraft ladies as brought to you by Maria 

[elvne-blog1]

battlewcrn:

the   familiar   endearment,   uttered   with   such   pain,   is   enough   to   return   her   bones   to   the   sands   &&   her   blood   to   the   rains.   for   the   briefest   of   moments,   she,   too,   grieves   for   their   lost   love.   there   is   nary   a   shadow   of   a   doubt   that   she   would   give   up   her   place   at   elune’s   feet,   settled   among   the   stars,   a   thousand   times   over   if   she   could   return   to   her   love   —-   but   she   was   no   fool.   she   had   played   out   the   role   nature   had   set   for   her,   &&   she   had   been   released   from   her   mortal   coils.   there   was   no   turning   back.   “   so   long   as   you   remember   me,   my   light,   i   shall   rest   with   ease.   ”

for a time, it was only SILENCE that accompanied the two. it was haunting. where she once found meditative peace of mind she know found corruption. ELUNE could not remove her from the sorrow, no. it was a feat she'd have to earn with the curse of time. 'i can linger only a moment longer,' she mused with such sorrow. malfurion had permitted her entrance to the dream for he understood loss of one's soul more than she had. 'is it lonely in the dream?'

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battlewcrn:

her   head   dips   in   a   small   nod   of   affirmation.   “   it   shall.   ”   the   dreamer   presses   her   palm   flush   against   the   other’s   cheek,   silently   mourning   the   absence   of   warmth   or   substance   beneath   her.   “   your   heart   is   a   storm   that   will   calm,   my   love.   you   will   soon   find   happiness   in   another,   &&   i   shall   remain   in   your   dreams   &&   keep   the   color   in   your   eyes   even   when   no   other   in   the   world   remembers   my   name.   ”

the priestess looked up, but only to shake her head for she had not agreed with her fallen queen. 'no, my love. this world will remember your name. they will revel in your sacrifice.' a ferocity blazed within her shattered heart, echoing off bones. 'i shan't let them forget you, my dream.'

[wendywayne-deactivated20140712]

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battlewcrn:

“   your   agony   is   misplaced.   with   xavius’s   corruption   in   my   heart,   i   edged   closer   &&   closer   to   the   final   rest.   i   was   not   myself,   but   you   have   made   me   whole   again   here.   ”   she   reaches   out   for   the   other,   wanting   to   comfort   her   in   some   way.   a   single   talon-tipped   finger   traces   the   hard,   lilac   line   of   her   jaw,   but   it   is   merely   an   echo   of   her   physical   touch.    “   courage,   my   love.   every   dream   has   its   nightmare,   &&   my   nightmare   has   reached   its   end.   ”

the touch of ysera was but a STORM upon her skin, wind and ice, nothing more. it sent a wave of forlorn chills down each notch of her spine. for this was the world of dreams. this was the one place she could gaze upon ysera and PRETEND it was... alright. it was anything but. it was NOT alright. "my.." but the words formed not and she looked down. "i wonder if this ache shall ever dull."