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Artist. #lor art to browse Vanilla/Classic WoW player Available for commissions, DM for info

[lorbitele]

y'all are not prepared for the true gta 6 cover girl

[mothini]

Quick late night bby

[kitty-c4t]

[comfydoodlez]

Unwinding~

[ratkaiju]

sentient flower bed 🪻🌙🪻 [any/all]

[subwaybug]

It’s almost like you’re still here

[subwaybug]

Rommath is constantly squinting and everyone thinks he’s glaring but no he just has bad eyesight

[subwaybug]

He has gap moe

[kayenti]

A present for my liege.

[yublack]

roommate shopping

"Don't burn down the kitchen again this time."

[varma-kosto-wow]

it is the year 2026 and i'm still drawing this one specific flavour of idiot that spoke to my heart.

[kuwau]

what character(s) do you associate with the person you reblogged this from?

[kuwau]

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[kuwau]

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[kuwau]

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[hanfraserr]

Practice practice :0

When he was still around, I hated him so much for what he did that every time I saw him I wanted to kill him myself. But now that things have come to this, I just miss him very much.

[annova]

His Ever-Burning Flame is up now on AO3!

Summary: Annaya's confidence is shaken by the return of someone from Rommath's past. He does his best to remind her of where she stands and how much she means to him.

Total Words: 6.3k words

Snippet: “Whatever we had, whatever he thinks we were…” Rommath paused before he shook his head and looked away. "Is gone." Annaya’s tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips before she spoke. “And us?" Rommath's eyes snapped back to her. He frowned as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "What about us?" Annaya’s eyes fell to the floor for a moment as she fought with herself. The thought was unfounded and completely ridiculous. She had no reason to think otherwise and yet… "What are we?" She forced out in a whisper. A small part of Annaya thought he would be angry or offended at the question but instead Rommath's face shifted as his brows lifted and the corner of his lip quirked up. "What are we?" He echoed softly. Annaya nodded quickly, suddenly afraid of her own voice. Rommath's hand shifted so that he could cup her cheek, his fingers drifting back to card into her hair. “Would you like me to show you what we are?" He murmured as he slowly leaned toward her. She looked up at him through the curtain of her lashes as her heart fluttered. “Yes, Surfal."

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[iambrohkai]

Feeling particularly unhappy about where the WoW story is going, so I drew my favorite warchief Vol'jin to feel better about the game.