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"sometimes, the hand of fate must be forced." illidan stormrage betrayer, lord of the outlands independent, private, & highly selective multi-verse roleplay blog. original character & alternate universe friendly. primarily game canon; minimal book incorporation. penned by Dax; est. March 2017.

[mashardorei-blog]

 sorry  I’ve  been  MIA  (I’ve  even  taken  a  break  from  WoW).  I’ve  been  playing  a  lot  of  Destiny  and  working  lots,  so  I’ve been  too  tired  to  write.  I’ll  try  to  be  here  on  Saturday!  xo

[yoggsarons]

legion scenery: catherdral of eternal night

[mashardorei-blog]

Headcanon Meme

Send me symbols and I'll give you:

🌿: An unpopular headcanon that I have

🌙: A headcanon about one of my rarepairs

💐: A headcanon about a character that most people ignore

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💖: A headcanon that I wish more people would use

❣️: A headcanon that I actually prefer over canon

💋: A "guilty pleasure" headcanon that I have

☘️: A headcanon that I'm surprised more people don't share

👁: A headcanon that changed the way I see a character

👻: A headcanon I made to fill a plot hole in canon

🌈: A headcanon that I rarely get the chance to talk about

🌩: A headcanon that contradicts popular fandom tropes

🍃: A headcanon that I created now on the spot

[mashardorei-blog]

"Even after all you have done, I will always want you on our side."

 the  sneer  was  unavoidable,  it  wrinkled  his  lips  –  razor - sharp  canines  and  incisors  bearing  in  initial  response.  Illidan  was  plagued  by  avoidance;  those  of  which  he  had  considered  worthy  of  attention,  his  elders,  and  all  inhibitors  on  Azeroth  who  dared  to  curse  a  name  they  knew  little  of.  what  made  this  pale,  boy  king  any  different?  child  by  virtue,  and  a  king  by  name.  recklessness  had  yet  to  claim  him.

          ❛  you  may  yet  live  to  regret  such  a  remark.  ❜

ACCEPTING!

[obl-wan-kenobl-deactivated20201]

[insp.]

[mashardorei-blog]

JAINA PROUDMOORE:

               THE  ENCAMPMENT  that  had  been  chosen  was  one  based  upon  necessity,  the  only  safe  haven  they  could  have  managed  to  construct  for  themselves  /  jaina  was  not  one  to  protest,  especially  not  to  him                   especially  not  now.  tent  serving  as  basis  of  operations,  holding  both  vessels  of  charge,  the  mage  looked  down  at  spanned  (  shared  )  cot  with  a  moment  of  hesitation  /  anything  more  would  have  been  childish  and  goaded  by  him.     ❛  you  can  at  least  pretend  to  rest  for  both  our  benefits.  ❜

             expanded  upon  as  she  took  perch  along  the  corner.

@mashardorei  /  sc.

 the  breadth  of  their  camp  was  limited,  forcing  leaders  to  share  whatever  accommodations  they  had  pieced  together.  the  Prophet  and  impossibly  legendary  mage;  Maeiv  and  her  Wardens.  and  now,  Lady  Proudmoore  and  the  demon  himself.  their  sharing  was  the  least  of  his  worries -- though  his  skin  prickled  as  robes  brushed  against  his  elbow,  long  ears  quivering  with  each  heavy  exhale / equally  a  comfort  and  an  annoyance.

               ❛ why  pretend  when  it  will  not  come? ❜  he  sighed  in  response,  biting  down  hard  on  an  eye - roll. 

[mashardorei-blog]

MAEIV SHADOWSONG:

@mashardorei

a quick smoothing of her robes kept her hands busy as she awaited the arrival of the mage she was to meet. she never really liked the smell of arcane– it always lingered too long && tended make her nose scrunch– so meeting with mages was never something maiev enjoyed doing. but duty must be done, so when she sees the stranger approach with staff in hand, maiev knows who it is && straights herself back out to address him. “good evening– illidan stormrage, correct? high priestess dejahna sends her apologies that she could not meet you in person.” a small bow bends her tall stature slightly. “i am maiev shadowsong– second to the high priestess. i am here in her stead.”

 living  amongst  the  Moon  Guard,  becoming  commander  required  political  tact;  something  he  lacked.  but  at  the  insistence  of  Lord  Ravencrest,  he  had  arrived  to  the  meeting,  unattended.  names  were  name,  but  as  soon  as  the  Kaldorei  uttered  a  name  other  than  the  one  he  had  been  expecting,  his  expression  soured.  brows  stitched  together,  a  wrinkle  rippling  over  sharp  nose.  grip  tightened  his  staff  as  he  returned  the  polite  gesture,  posture  stiffening  despite  the  bow  bending  him  at  the  waist.

               ❛ instead  of  attending  a  meeting  she  had  organized,  she  sends  you  instead? ❜  there  was  resistance  in  the  sneer,  but  it  was  tangible  in  each  syllable  --  how  could  he  bite  down  on  his  bruised  ego?  ❛ what  matters  are  more  important  than  the  threat  that  Suramar  faces? ❜

[mashardorei-blog]

JAINA PROUDMOORE:

             ❛  I  WISH  to  show  you  something.  ❜     her  voice  invaded  the  silence  of  the  room  /  soft,  nearly  carrying  in  the  breeze /  jaina  did  not  WISH  to  provide  unnecessary  intrusion                     although  she  felt  as  if  that  was  her  whole  being,  at  least  to  him.

@mashardorei  /  sc.

               he  was  indeed  BUSY;  pouring  over  maps,  battle  plans.  since  Kil’jaeden  had  made  his  move,  manifesting  after  years  of  concealment,  the  resistance  had  taken  action  in  landing  on  the  Broken  Shore.  they  had,  admittedly,  done  well  enough,  but  peace  would  not  come  so  as  demons  still  clawed  at  the  Well. ❛ is  it  important? ❜

[historyy]

there are no gods;  i have eaten them inside my blood red mouth i have swallowed the sun and taken the moon between my fingertips  and let her tears wash me clean.

NO GODS // H.A (via ravnboys)

[desnos]

[mashardorei-blog]

❔ gimme them headcanons about tyrande, tho

 ONE  –  before  Elune  shone  brightly  on  Tyrande,  before  Illidan’s  affinity  for  the  arcane  swelled  within  a  child’s  small chest,  they  were  often  found  playing  tag,  chasing  sprites,  climbing  trees  to  look  into  the  simple  lives  of  the  squirrels  in  the  shadow  of  Suramar.  they  had  been  close  as  close  as  children  could  be,  it  wasn’t  till their  paths  diverged  towards  their  destinies  that  they  began  growing  apart  /  and  the  priestess  and  Malfurion  grew  closer. 

 TWO  –  Tyrande  was  always  trying  to  convince  the  twins  to  let  her  braid  their  hair.  Malfurion  was  too  proud  and  declined  with  blushing  cheeks;  Illidan  was  the  one  who  had  placated  her.  sitting  with  little  dispute  even  when  she  tugged  unnecessarily  at  his  long  hair. 

 THREE  –  Illidan  and  Tyrande  were  once  close  enough  to  know  another’s  mannerisms,  tone,  and  feelings  with  a  single  look.  as  friends,  they  weren’t  the  affectionate  sort  –  it  was  a  chaste  communion.  comfort  came  in  a  gentle  touch  on  the  shoulder,  a  firm  nod,  or  the  smallest  of  smiles.  on  the  eve  prior  to  Tyrande  undergoing  the  ceremony  of  obtaining  her  tattoos,  they  sat  with one  another  underneath  Elune;  Illidan  speaking  aimlessly  to  lift  her  spirits  while  the  Mother  lent  her  strength  upon  her  daughter. 

 FOUR  –  the  tattoos  found  on  the  Kaldorei  are  those  who  partake  in  their  tradition;  a  female  Kaldorei  who  has  facial  tattoos  have  found  their  path,  and  strongly  align  with it  /  they  are  of  age,  and  have  proven  themselves.  it  is  not  a  choice  that  is  forced  upon  them;  it  is  a  choice  that  they  make  entirely  their  own,  and  they  do  so  with  much  pride.  Tyrande’s  tattoos  are  of  that  of  the  bear,  meaning  that  she  is  a  survivor;  not  only  do  they  have  raw  power,  but  they  have  unrelenting  strength  no  matter  the  obstacles  placed  before  them.  the  bear  is  thoughtful,  thorough,  and  are  never  pressured  by  their  peers.  they  carry  the  light  of  Elune  within  them;  their  virtue  of  kindness,  warmth,  and  understanding  standing  as  evidence.

ACCEPTING! 

[lena-fekhner]

Once upon a time Illidan wasn’t desecrated, Tyrande wasn’t yet the high priestess and Malfurion wasn’t yet the first druid. There were only three friends…

sorry for my english ^^“

[mashardorei-blog]

👀 💋 👥 💒, from the love headcanons meme :^)

 FRIENDS  WITH  BENEFITS  –  he’s  certainly  had  the  whole  “ friends “  with  benefits  thing  going  on,  yeah!  well,  lacking  the  whole  friends  aspect.  considering  he’s  been scared  of  getting  too  close  to  someone,  but  has  insatiable  needs  like  a  fair  amount  of  people  do,  he’s  utilized  his  titles  in  fulfilling  his  desires  without  having  to  keep  any  ties  to  one  specific  person  /  it  was,  and  will  forever  be,  himself  first,  and  he’s  willing  to  go  to  whatever  means  to  prove  such.

 FIRST  KISS  –  it  was  a  young  kaldorei  known  as  Iel’eath  ( an  OC  of  mine ).  from  the  get-go,  she  was  training  to  be  a  Sentinel  alongside  her  twin  sister,  Nylista.  much  like  Illidan  and  Malfurion,  their  personalities  vastly  differed  –  Nylista  stoic,  and  while  Iel’eath  was  a  wonderful  and  sturdy  Sentinel,  she  certainly  was  looser  with  her  mannerisms.  while  Illidan  was  complaining  about  finding  Malfurion  and  Tyrande  tucked  away  beneath  an  elm,  wrapped  up  in  one  another’s  arms,  Iel’eath  gripped  Illidan  by  the  cheeks  and  planted  a  rather  sloppy  kiss  on  his  lips  /  they  were  each  other’s  firsts.  afterwards,  she  patted  his  cheek  and  told  him  that  it  was  only  up  from  there,  and  she  would  hear  no  more  on  the  matter.  it  remains  to  be  the  most  innocent,  purposeful  kisses  he’s  yet  to  experience.

 ORIENTATIONS  –   my  dude  is  gray-romantic  and  tragically  heteroflexible.  he’s  yet  to  develop  any  sort  of  “ urges “  for  those  of  the  same  gender  and  likely  would  not  pursue  anyone  who’s  such,  but  he  certainly  wouldn’t  stick  his  nose  up  at  it.  relationships  aren’t  his  forte;  he’s  got  bigger  fish  frying  right  now.

 DREAM WEDDING  –   he’s  honestly  never  thought  of  it,  thinking  he’s  far  beyond  anyone  who  would  commit  themselves  to  him  to  the  end  of  his  days.  considering  how  big  of  a  deal  major - life  events  are  to  elves  ( marriage  and  death,  to  name  a  few ),  he’s  convinced  himself  that  it’s  not  going  to  happen.  me,  as  a  writer,  on  the  other  hand,  think  it’ll  be  a very  small  and  private  wedding;  likely  only  being  the  two  and  possibly  close  friends  of  his  significant  other  considering  Illidan  isn’t  close  enough  to  anyone  to  want  them  there.  it  would  also  be  a  rather  quick  wedding;  get  it  done,  and  back  to  war,  type’a  deal.

ACCEPTING!

[quarkmaster]

Illidan

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Chen Zhang

[vatiic-deactivated20210928]

‘ go ahead, make my day. ’

movie  sentence  starters  [  x  ]  -  accepting.

                   GLARE  WAS  prominent,  if  not  completely  sundered  by  the  difference  in  height  /  lifted  chin  and  vantage  granting  POUT  would  hardly  place  her  as  a  predator.  he  was  challenging  her,  taunting  /  why  was  this  such  an  often  dance.  then,  movement  in  his  pocket,  followed  by  the  brightening  gleam  of  her  smile  /  it  rivaled  the  sun  when  truthful,  and  caused  the  moon  to  sorrow  when  painted.  

            ❛  it’s  a  trick  i  used  to  play  on  antonidas  when  i  was  his  apprentice.  mana  wyrms  in  his  robes.  he  HATED  the  things.  ❜      the  archmage  had  always  scolded  her,  chastising  verbage  contrasting  an  impossible  smile  /  perhaps  she  thought  the  same  should  come  from  illidan  then.

[mashardorei-blog]

SYLVANAS WINDRUNNER:

mashardorei liked your photoset  

shut   up.   u   &&   ur   bro   have   a   shitty   relationship   too.

what   brother  ???

[scarfiisms-blog]

Which half of your OTP starts Christmas morning by casually leaning in the kitchen doorway reading a book, acting like they don’t know there’s mistletoe right above their head, and which half walks past them while mumbling sleepily “Your book is upside down”

[vatiic-deactivated20210928]

@mashardorei