#thasstira

[threekegs]

will you halt this eclipse in me?

[haelynnxx]

Everybody remember to thank Koltira and Thassarian for inventing gay people

[crabjest]

BEYOND ANCIENT WoW doodles I made last time I played the game (dragonflight) that I never posted for some reason. Posting now for posterity

Shout out to my dad for making this the first game I was exposed to and PERMAcooking me. I hate WoW I hate blizz. Anyways I like death knights(said very normally and balancedly). My lifelong obsession with them starting at childhood is likely the reason I am the way I am today. Featuring my Dog. I legitimately cannot play other mmo's because I like the Worgens too much. I try gw2 again in my mmo withdrawals and only feel greif I cannot be a werewolf druid and cannot get into the Charrs. My life is pain.

[snowytira]

𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖆 ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

ib 07kanji

edited sharper for ur viewing pleasure + pls dont let this flop the 3d runes took 8 yrs

[auntarivia]

Everyone, the gays are here!!!

With Koltira trying to convince Thassarian to relax

Fanfic writers, I'm waiting

[feaches]

Cute Lil Picrew inspired by my Thasstira fic, plus a snippet from it below the cut <3

Koltira’s eyes roamed over him—devouring, judging, calculating—as he indulged his worst impulses. But even under the weight of that gaze, Thassarian couldn’t begin to guess what he might be thinking. Was he enjoying this? Did it help? Thassarian hoped it helped. That it gave Koltira some measure of release, of retribution, of control. But somewhere beneath that hope was a sick pit of doubt. Maybe he’s disgusted with me. Koltira could’ve done worse. Far worse. His strikes had been brutal, yes—but nothing Thassarian hadn’t survived before. Nothing permanent. He was holding back, in his way. Perhaps in lingering respect for their brotherhood. Or maybe he was just building it all up to watch him squirm. Thassarian tried to offer that. Tried to be good for him. He wanted to suffer well—anything to keep him close just a little longer. Maybe that would make it be enough. Maybe that would wash away the discord between them. But when Koltira’s eyes lingered too long—locked to his—something shifted. The expression on his face twisted. Agitated. Tense. Maybe I’m looking too intensely. Being too loud. Too much. Thassarian swallowed and tried to clear his gaze. He quieted the moans in his throat, forced his expression to go still, less open, less pleading. He was supposed to be hurting. But that only seemed to make things worse.

[kal-thas]

ouuhh thasstiraaaaa

returning to my roots tbh. i missed them

[murkmurks]

salvation