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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
När nätterna blir långa
Och kölden sätter in
Tar Morskittar och samlar hela Eshin-skaran sin
Han visar sen på fällan, och akta er för den
Så får vi allesamman fira jul igen
Hejsan hoppsan fallerallera
När julen kommer ska varenda skavling vara glad
Hejsan hoppsan fallerallera
När julen kommer ska varenda skavling vara glad
My Dread Lady, Chapter 60
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Excuse my lateness, I absolutely had to take my ranger for a walk. But then again, being undead I am a late queen after all.”
“Horrid!” Jaina grinned. “I move that this council declare that a completely outrageous pun on par with the most infamous of captains – sea and ranger both!”
Sylvanas paid no heed to that and leaned back comfortably with Anya propped up in one arm and Anya’s feet in her other.
“Let us get to work, ladies and gentlemen.” Sylvanas said authoritatively. “What is the first item we are today – I mean have?”
“May I suggest the strikingly unorthodox novelty of actually asking for help instead of fooling around?”
“Huh?”
“This is not part of the charades to appease the Theramorian market. This building will never be built by anyone, it will not interfere with anyone else’s business for there is none, and the city smells worse and gets ill more often for it.”
For one reason or the other she looked pointedly at Gheed.
“Well, yes, but…”
“So I have the gold, I command the Forsaken nation and I have an Anya who is owed something majestic. Ask. For. Help.”
“Yes, Dark Lady!”
“Good boys.”
“Unless of course…” Sylvanas interjected suspiciously even-toned. “…Lady Proudmoore secretly intends to claim herself even more elves, starting with the rest of her squadron?”
“That must be it!” Anya made big eyes every bit worthy of Cyndias little sister.
Sylvanas nodded.
“You and I are just the start, the stepping stone.”
“Jaina Prowlmoore indeed.”
My Dread Lady, Chapter 59
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wherein Anya Eversong gets what she deserves.
“What a long and winding road all this has been…” Jaina mused. “We should have hugged and kissed sooner.”
She kissed Anya on the tip of the nose to emphasize the point.
“Oh, you got a bite mark…” Anya noted when she looked closer at Jaina’s. “Uhm…sorry…”
“Sometimes one needs to make a pointy point to mulish Dread Ladies. Maybe it’s the mark of my mate, one of the feral elf kitties? Completely wild when their heat is upon them.”
There was something about her. Was she…shining…or was it just the light from the windows? Was it sunset already?
Anya opened her eyes, and they were like lanterns! Blazing fires.
“I…feel…” she mumbled.
It all fell into place for Jaina. She did not feel drained in any way, did not feel exhausted, did not feel anything except arousal that battled with affection that would break her heart in twain, but her magic flowed in her body like it did when she was casting the mightiest spells.
Yes! Yes, you can have it! You can have all my mana. Drink it, shining, twinkling lovely little star of mine…
My Dread Lady, Chapter 59
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wherein Anya Eversong gets what she deserves.
“What a long and winding road all this has been…” Jaina mused. “We should have hugged and kissed sooner.”
She kissed Anya on the tip of the nose to emphasize the point.
“Oh, you got a bite mark…” Anya noted when she looked closer at Jaina’s. “Uhm…sorry…”
“Sometimes one needs to make a pointy point to mulish Dread Ladies. Maybe it’s the mark of my mate, one of the feral elf kitties? Completely wild when their heat is upon them.”
There was something about her. Was she…shining…or was it just the light from the windows? Was it sunset already?
Anya opened her eyes, and they were like lanterns! Blazing fires.
“I…feel…” she mumbled.
It all fell into place for Jaina. She did not feel drained in any way, did not feel exhausted, did not feel anything except arousal that battled with affection that would break her heart in twain, but her magic flowed in her body like it did when she was casting the mightiest spells.
Yes! Yes, you can have it! You can have all my mana. Drink it, shining, twinkling lovely little star of mine…
My Dread Lady, Chapter 58
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I was scared I would die and I worried the trolls would find us again…” Anya shyly confessed something very inappropriate. “…but I enjoyed being alone with you, and I enjoyed you taking care of me. I dreamed that you would kiss me where I lay and hurt.”
“Believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to kiss every hurt away.”
“It did hurt terribly.” Anya pouted. “Flaming huge spears.”
“It was. Troll spears are.”
Anya was quiet for a while.
“It was really bloody big.”
“Maybe I should take a look at it now, just to be on the safe side?”
“Maybe that is best.”
“Last call. Wake up!”
“Go bodyguard yourself!” Jaina swore at her.
Her bodyguard effortlessly kicked Jaina’s legs out beneath her and proceeded to turn her upside-down and dip her in the water several times while the archmage of Theramore flailed and loudly explained the gruesome arcane vengeance that would be visited any moment, in-between the gurgling interruptions when her head came underwater.
“Pained! I command you to – splurghle – stop this NOW!”
“Did I hear a ‘I promise not to drink myself into lethargy and horrid morning breath ever again’? I did not quite catch that.” The unperturbeb night elf inquired and set Jaina down on her feet again.
“Ghuuh!” Jaina panted heavily. “You are a pained in the ass!”
“Where has My Lady learnt such language…” Pained clicked her tongue in mock disapprobation. “Now I am.”
She promptly booted Jaina’s rump so Jaina fell face first into the water with a huge splash.
“This is all the dwarves’ fault… Uaaagh…” Jaina whimpered.
“For accompanying you to the tavern on your invitation – and escorting My Lady home safely I might add – and going to great strides to make My Lady sober up?”
“For brewing too good ale!”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner, Salandria & Anduin Wrynn Characters: Jaina Proudmoore, Sylvanas Windrunner, Anduin Wrynn, Salandria (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Fluff, Comedy, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Trick or Treating Series: Part 6 of Seasonal Greetings from Dalaran Summary:
Hallows Eve is approaching and the Forsaken are hosting a party for the Horde and the Alliance to strengthen morale in the ongoing war against the Scourge. The Banshee Queen has prepared a masquerade and a deliberate set of pranks for the Archmage of Theramore. The pumpkins have been harvested and the grinning skulls dusted off. Even the dark rangers seem to be behaving themselves.
Nothing could possibly go anything less than according to plan.
My Dread Lady, Part 57
Mere weeks have passed since Arthas Menethil set sail for Northrend, racing towards the Frozen Throne. Sylvanas Windrunner, from being mere
AO3 link, includes unsafe for work parts.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Hello, Jaina." Blast it! Where had she come from? "Hello, Sylvanas. Where were you lurking?" "State secret. Do you want to redo it? If you go inside your tower and come out again and see if you can catch me?"
Jaina was flying!
She was actually, really, flying.
Yippiiieeeeee!
All this lunatic farce was missing was one d – who was she fooling?! She angrily bent over and elicited another set of yelps doing so. Jaina thus looked through her room and found: One dark ranger behind the curtains. One dark ranger in the wardrobe. One dark ranger under the bed. "There aren't any spiders yet, as far as I could see…" Lyana meekly reported. "Thank you for the information." Jaina said icily.
My Dread Lady, Part 57
Mere weeks have passed since Arthas Menethil set sail for Northrend, racing towards the Frozen Throne. Sylvanas Windrunner, from being mere
AO3 link, includes unsafe for work parts.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Hello, Jaina." Blast it! Where had she come from? "Hello, Sylvanas. Where were you lurking?" "State secret. Do you want to redo it? If you go inside your tower and come out again and see if you can catch me?"
Jaina was flying!
She was actually, really, flying.
Yippiiieeeeee!
All this lunatic farce was missing was one d – who was she fooling?! She angrily bent over and elicited another set of yelps doing so. Jaina thus looked through her room and found: One dark ranger behind the curtains. One dark ranger in the wardrobe. One dark ranger under the bed. "There aren't any spiders yet, as far as I could see…" Lyana meekly reported. "Thank you for the information." Jaina said icily.
This absolute ice-cold take from Anaisisreading really got me heated, and I need to vent.
Okay, long story short, Alchemised is a serial-numbers-filed-off rewrite of a popular HP fanfic called Manacled. THAT IS FINE. There's nothing wrong with taking a fanfic that's drastically departed from canon and making it original. Also, if Anaisisreading just doesn't like the story, that's ALSO FINE.
But I draw the line at accusing a real artists hard work of being AI. This is a grab from Anaisisreading's twitter calling the cover art AI, and it is not. The cover wrap is done by an absolutely incredible artist named Eva Eller.
For the record, this art was credited to Eva in multiple places. Basic research is all it would have taken to find this fact. I even broke my silence on Twitter to tell Anaisisreading that she was wrong, and she essentially called me stupid for believing it was real, and then blocked me.
Truly the reviewer of all time.
Here is the cover reveal: https://senlinyu.substack.com/p/alchemised-cover-reveal
You can get a big, beautiful close-up of the cover wrap (it's gorgeous.)
Please don't spread misinformation about AI without due research. Accusing real artists of AI is really hurtful.
Link does check out. Also, the accuser is the one on whom the burden of proof falls, not the accused.
My Dread Lady, Part 56
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“The city guard are in charge of bucket lines and Alliance footmen are the undisputed bucket heads. Ask them for help.” Sylvanas commanded almost icily.
“Good point! Dark Lady, Dread Lady.”
Clea was out of the room faster than the wind and closed the door with extraordinary care after her. Possibly a little like someone leaving behind two snarling fel hounds.
“Decades of training and centuries of experience, and here my rangers are sent to fight fish in a barrel…” Sylvanas shook her head in pretended exasperation and dispelled some of their actual such. “Please, Jaina, you were saying?”
Jaina was taking a deep breath.
Someone who was about to listen to something important from her mage should not make note of how the cloth of her robes stretched out when she did that. She really shouldn’t.
"Sylvanas. I want you to possess me."
“You do not find me scary, then?”
“Yes I do.” Jaina whispered and the previous bout of brashness left her. “You scare my fears and my nightmares away.”
And then – For Tides’ sake!
The distinct treading up the stairs was somehow intrudingly distinct just today.
Had everyone arranged a meeting with one of them this very hour?
Only Lyana.
“Sorry, have you seen Kitthix? He was here just a minute ago – I mean not literally here but around the tower. I thought he might have gone exploring again.”
“No!” Jaina and Sylvanas almost shouted in unison. “We have not.”
“Can you tell him to come to the town square if you do? But to use the roofs. I don’t think the streets are safe for spiders yet and people can be so squeamish sometimes.”
“Yes Lyana, I assure you we will tell Kitthix but now we have a web of our own to weave and must get back to it at once.” Sylvanas explained with palpable effort. “We were right in the middle of a thing.”
“Oh, that is nice. That you’re webbing. I’ll tell Kitthix when I find him.”
My Dread Lady Part 55
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40261533/chapters/171937627?view_adult=true
“The coast is clear.” The dark ranger cast a look around them. “Even if the coast is further ahead. Why do you say that the coast is clear when you’re on land?”
“Because you habitually take all seaward expressions with you on your inland expeditions to show that you are a real sailor and not one of the green landlubbers of course.” Jaina put her nose high in the air, and almost tripped as a result when they waded through a particularly wide snow drift.
“I am pleased to announce today not one but two promotions most well deserved.” Sylvanas continued. “First, we will reinstitute a Lordaeronian office that held the highest honour.”
It held the highest honour. That was completely correct as far as Jaina’s knowledge of the realm’s civic matters went. That did also imply but not necessarily mean that said office would hold the same today.
If that particular nuance had not been every bit deliberate from the Banshee Queen she would be a murloc. Jaina had to bite her lip to keep her expression in check.
“I hereby appoint…” Sylvanas continued after her dramatic pause. “…Varimathras to the position of Lord Privy Seal!”
Musks of Desire, Chapter 10
Now with fan art from @munnui
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57383377/chapters/169205581
Diabolical Chaos Warriors - Njal, Chosen of Tzeentch
Diabolical Chaos Warriors - Wolfram, Chosen of Nurgle
Diabolical Chaos Warriors - Orm, Chosen of Slaanesh
Diabolical Chaos Warriors - Herman, Chosen of Khorne
fanart of fic 'Musks of Desire' - maybe @maltacus
Skaven Sylvaina! I love it
Unfortunately, I haven't been interested in Warhammer Fantasy for quite some time, so I don't remember much about Skaven clothing or armor. So I arranged their armor to my liking. I hope the author and Horned Rat forgive me 👀...
