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ARTHAS MENETHIL of Blizzard's WARCRAFT FRANCHISE.
Written by FROST. 21+. Any / all.
Independent. Selective. Crossover & duplicate friendly. HEAVILY canon divergent post-WotLK. Please heed content warnings.
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i'm never gonna finish this anyway so here's scrapped horny arthas art
arthas being insanely horny about frostmourne from the get-go is still so funny. he really did fuck that sword.
trying to check for some description of the sword's size besides "massive" and "huge" which don't really mean much when the guy who's wielding it was 5'8" at age 11.
they eat their wheaties in lordaeron. which is what led to The Incident.
Important insights thanks to my sweetie sweets <<33
@necroarchy a continuation of this post!
Eyes shut, hands clasped together as beneath the lids does such eyes move as if searching within darkness for something to appear, the Light hasn't been seen for a minute. Worrying. Anduin sighs.
A cathedral is but a place to those who seek forgiveness, something to call home in times that are desperate. It does not welcome those as cold as the one who enters without care, without belief nor heart. He interrupts the silence that Anduin had needed desperately just to search for something he had lost. Whether it be mind or belief for which he cannot be certain. Yet a grimace follows and the cold speaks to which Anduin, foolish like his father, responds jokingly. Bitterly as the cold eats away at skin, sending but a shiver.
"Have you?"
He does not turn to look, no. He keeps his nose buried within chest, hands twiddling with one another now as he keeps his eyes closed. Searching for something still. Motion stirs, nothing shows and Anduin turns to face the being behind him, "It's left you hasn't it? Why come here if the very thing you had believed in left you the moment you destroyed yourself?" Fool. Childish. What other words to describe a boy such as he? Questions after questions, neither that'll be answer. Riddled, of course. "Why do that? Destroy yourself, everything?"
The boy must already be a necromancer. Arthas looks to him and sees only their ghosts. It could be Varian pestering him for some foolish stunt; it could be Tiffin, fretting over the aftermath. If he reached out now, and plucked their souls from the Shadowlands -- would they be as much themselves as their boy is? Death changes so much.
( For the better. If you had been there for them -- )
He looks from their boy, back to the libram in hand. Ice has entombed the hardback decorations. Where he touches, the paper dries to dust. Soon it will be nothing but dust.
It is little better in its current state. Drivel from start to end. Fools’ gold elevated to a cosmic joke.
“ Don’t be so dull, ” he chides mildly. “ Consider the other direction -- how worthy is the Light of your admiration, if it cannot keep me from here? There is nothing it protects that I cannot destroy. ”
He tears out a page, and lets the boy watch as it crumbles in his hand.
“ Keep that in mind when you return home, my young king. ”
screaming and crying I miss my husband @throned
Church at the dead of night, lit only by candlelight. hmmmm the prompt hmmmm the hmmmm
some prompt i probably deleted.
Shhh. Listen close. Can you hear it?
That soft gravel rasp, the crunch of glass beneath a boot? A wind chime wheeze, sugarwork pipes dissolving into rust on the breeze?
The dying of the Light is such a small thing.
He settles inside like a maggot come to feast, comfortable beneath the moldering cathedral ribs which creak with the pain of holding up the patchwork rooftop. Snow blows in through the shattered wooden hull, thick drifts carpeting the floor. The winter comes by his hand alone, but the rest of the rot, the waste, this is all the work of man, that most resilient steward. A rafter succumbs to its tender care, and crashes upon the pew behind him with a thunderous noise.
Silence holds for a breathless moment…. before the flip of a page slices through.
Cathedrals. Devotion. Life. Such fleeting things.
( you will not be so impermanent. )
… and speaking of fleeting things —
“ Have you come to pray? ”
I just remembered my dark heart
Arthas + Invincible Artist: Bernie Kang Back cover for "The cinematic art of World of Warcraft: Wrath of the Lich King" (2009)
kinda just hit me that every time someone's asked me what Arthas would do if he wasn't ever able to do Lich King shit again, the answer has always been "kill himself"
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I mentioned to @earthbinder once that Arthas is particularly possessive of Zoen as being his child -- he barely tolerates Jaina considering herself Zo's mother. He pulled her from a corpse pile in Acherus, he reanimated her, he gave her a runeblade and a second chance and the power to never be sheer carrion ever again. He aided her in the reanimation of Tiris.
Zoen grew up in a nowhere place, where no one who mattered knew her. His daughter died (never stop here, never let it settle in) alone and terrified by one of his soldiers. That girl is gone; barely any memories of her survive even in her own corpse. His daughter is not dead, not really. There is nothing to grieve over, thanks to him. Anyone who claims to 'love' Zoen would have just buried her and left her in the dirt, forgotten. So how can they dare to call themselves her family?
The “Frostmourne only eats half your soul, the other goes into the Shadowlands” plot device is very ridiculous for a lot of reasons, but it does at least make possible for Arthas himself to be present at that equally ridiculous “wisp Arthas fades away to nothing” scene
🔥 + can we kiss
“ Are you looking for permission or a performance review? ”
His voice is a low rumble, barely audible even to his own ears. They are playing pretend again, in the dollhouse Oribos has constructed for its new, fleshy tourists. Bland rooms filled in haphazard fashion -- he’s almost envious of their ability to make a mockery of life.
This room consists of various couches, chairs and shelves, and a long dining table shoved like an afterthought against a corner. The divan they share is hardly large enough for the task, but that hadn’t stopped Arthas from dropping onto it. She had been here, reading.
If he tilts his head, he can feel the edge of her hipbone against his skull. ( If he closes his eyes, he could think time never passed at all. )
His eyes, hooded, catch on the edge of a bandage still wrapped around her forearm. Torghast, still.
( If he reaches out, he could - )
“ It's rather late for either at this point. ”
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Love is a weakness -- how glad I am to see you purging it from your system. Now, if we could just remove the actual heart from your chest....
Does Arthas have a favorite type of undead to create / have among his ranks / have around? Or for any reasons at all? Liches, skeletons, ghouls, DKs, Val'kyr, etc., does he have a specific preference or bias towards any of them? What's his least favorite type? Or is he not the type to play favorites in this regard?
Oh, his favorite type is death knights, absolutely. It's not even a question -- they are him, writ small. Darion Mograine notes in a Scarlet Enclave quest:
It is the will of the Lich King that drives us onward, <name>. None are more aware of this than death knights. Our very existence is intrinsically tied to his very consciousness. Surely you have heard him speak to you - invading your thoughts...
( This intrinsic connection to his consciousness, by the by, is why I think death knights in particular are forbidden from sleeping. Stay out of his dreams! )
As for if he has a least favorite, probably not. If he didn't like them, he wouldn't make them. Even undead like vargul, who are made specifically as a punishment, aren't exactly disliked by Arthas. He likes what they are just fine: miserable, wretched, and bent to his will. If they hate their present circumstances, well, that's their problem.
As for "have around", he's not particularly discriminatory. Arthas is as comfortable surrounded by slathering ghouls as he is the most sophisticated San'layn. At the end of the day, they are all his, just in various shades and flavors.
More evidence that death knights are his favored children, courtesy of Lord-Commander Arete. Additionally, I just find his perspective of the Ebon Blade rebellion fascinating, though I've already gone into it a bit a few years ago.
live by the sword, continue to live by the sword, never stop living by the sword, living forever by the sword
