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ハロウィン風狼少年

atouchhereandthere

a terrifying chair that i would never sit in

keezree

I want my ass in this immediately

pileofknives

You: rolling around in office chair

Me: hanging from the ceiling waiting for prey to walk under me

autumncozzy

petite-cosette

Aoqun and Mamianqun Halloween impression

babymaxou

whippcreame

tenimuhou

“I don’t mean to doubt him anymore. I, too, want to be his friend.”

jiggypepper

“I couldn’t help but be interested in him.” “…Uh, what? I didn't know you swung that way.” “I’m not sure what you mean…”

seffosaurus

Pepe: Best Garrison Feature EVER.

rainbowryland

In the midst of her delirium, Sindragosa’s final thoughts turned to bitterness and hatred - hatred against the Legion, hatred against Neltharion, hatred even against Malygos. But most of all, hatred against the world of mortals. And in her dying moments… Sindragosa vowed revenge.

raivhen

My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King.

booterang

The Tower of Karazhan

Home to the last Guardian of Tirisfal, the wizard Medivh. Karazhan was his home, workplace, study, and retreat. We don’t know an enormous amount about Medivh, but it is clear that he was a highly talented man with a storied past. With an army of apprentices, courtiers, and servants the tower was nearly a kingdom unto itself. Medivh had everything from bed chambers and kitchens to a personal aerie for Wildhammer gryphons.

Over time, so much magic seeped into the stones of the tower that portions of it were apt to become “unstuck” from time and space, allowing the unwary to experience memories of the past, visions, of the future, and windows into different worlds altogether. Many an apprentice was lost for weeks, navigating their way from one pocket dimension to another.

It all begs the question… are you fighting ghosts? Or are you navigating the tower half a step removed from the past? Perhaps you are the shade here.