#raffinit

[cruncherzz]

being half undead totally doesn't have any side effects, right? Right?

[iceafterdeath]

I post this again because it’s not showing in the tag.

Sometimes when I read fanfiction stories, I find powerful words. Words that can shake you to your core. This time it was something apparently simple.

"They were memories that plagued Jaina in her quietest moments still, but what she remembered clearest was the proud and unwavering figure of the Warchief amidst it all. Deathwhisper in hand and a great whirl of arcane that carried the smell of petrichor and iron sparked beneath a smith’s hammer. Her Wail that shook the battlefield"

Her Wail that shook the battlefield.

Quote from entanglement by @raffinit

This description of Sylvanas in a battle...I find in majestic.

[slackergami]

I could kiss u on the mouth for all the good u do for the sylvaina fandom

raff… p l e a s e

[zellkasin]

Sylvaina - Jaina & Plugs

Drawing that inspired @raffinit ‘s really nice fanfic that you can read > right here < - https://twitter.com/zellkasin/status/1113939478958235648

Gift for @raffinit <3 - https://twitter.com/zellkasin/status/1114656389996208129

[lelianassong]

*Bangs pots and pans together* STALIN WAS A CUNT, STALING WAS A CUNT, STALIN WAS A C

PREACH

[anne1marie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I couldn’t stand the blue-balling either, so enjoy a surprise Part 2!  😏

[cruncherzz]

i'm falling into the "only draw this character" shit and i'm not apologizing

[bedeliainwonderland]

Long time fan here! I thought I’d share some ancient scribbles of Bedannibal I’ve been keeping in my lil pit

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They had both, for a time, engaged in an exercise in restraint. Both from a bloodlust that seemed to be only dark instinct, born of survival. There was something painfully ironic of it; an unspoken compromise and game both. What was truly on his plate, Bedelia would never know. What was in that feline smile as they sat together for dinner and ate?

She knew the dark promise of those eyes; the spark of a predator languidly regarding prey. She wondered if he looked down at his dish and imagined her own liver there.

Was it masochism or vanity to imagine that her heart would look a great deal more appealing in its place?

He watched her over the table, limpid-eyed and with a smile just barely edging along his predatory mouth.

Great minds always did think alike.

Hi 🖤 always love meeting fellow bedannibal fans! We people with excellent taste need to stick together! This is gorgeous, thank you for sharing!